"On the bed," Yoongi instructed you, his tone firm and devoid of anything playful. You had been standing somewhat shell-shocked in the middle of the room, watching him as he scavenged through his cupboard of ropes when it dawned on you what exactly you had agreed to. "Take your clothes off."
You gnawed on your lip for a moment, suddenly feeling awkward and self-conscious, the way you had before he had seen you a hundred ways from naked. You could really use some of that heat-driven courage right now - perhaps you shouldn't have let the succubae run off with some of it.
When he didn't hear you move, he turned to look sharply at you, his eyes piercing you like an arrow, and it only made you seize up. He strolled across the floor to you, a bundle of forest green rope in his hand. When he reached you, his fingers wrapped around your neck as he dug his thumb into the soft spot beneath your chin, pressing your face upwards so you couldn't avoid his hardened gaze.
"Are you going to make me repeat myself, Y/N?" he warned, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly.
"No," you swallowed.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," you answered him.
"Then, do as you're told. For your safety, and for my pleasure."
"Yes, sir," you breathed. He clucked his teeth as the honorific brought him a rogue satisfaction.
And there it was. The heat's trigger. That devilish glint in his eye that said you were going to listen to him and you were going to be heavily rewarded by it. You realized then that although you were once more relinquishing power to him, that you still had an abundance of power to wield. He wanted this. He wanted you. He wanted satisfaction, and your satisfaction would be the only thing that granted him that.
Your lips pulled into a seductive and arrogant smirk as you began to unbutton your pants while he still held you by the chin.
You pulled the denim off your hips, and he released you as you bent to the floor and peeled them off your body then kicked them to the side. You stood straight again, staring smugly back at him as he watched your fingers deftly pull apart the buttons of his shirt and reveal your soft, naked flesh riddled with his bite marks.
When the shirt was discarded, and there was nothing left for you to strip yourself of, you let his eyes rake over you once before you turned on your heels and skipped over to his bed. You sat on the edge, then crawled yourself backwards onto the mattress, letting your figure look long and enticing to him.
His eyes lingered over everything he could see. He looked just so sexy, and in charge, and methodical - assessing you like you were a project he planned on perfecting. A heated longing began to build from within you, itching more and more with each passing second of his sharp eyes and darkened features on you, promising to make good use of you. "You're gonna look really fucking good when I'm done with you," his voice rasped in a low, throaty declaration.
"Well, tick-tock, then. I'm not getting any younger," you edged him on.
Something wicked flashed in his eyes - it seemed like irritation, but you couldn't quite call it that because he seemed to revel in it.
His chin tilted, and he looked down at you like you were a peasant in his presence. "You're in my realm now, Y/N. I'll touch you whenever the fuck I want. And any dissent will have consequences."
"What kinds of consequences?" you asked confidently, although he picked up on the part of your voice that wasn't quite so confident.
"Consequences I assure you you'll enjoy..." he crooked his neck, "...eventually." His lips then formed a lascivious grin. "But it's gonna be a looong time until I let you come if you start sassing me now."
