POKER CHIP | myg sb!au (18+)

[PART 8]

"Yes, sir," you finally breathed the words out after a long pause to read and process the request. Even though you were only looking into the lens, you could feel Mr Min's eyes trained on you through it.

So you got moving, disappearing off screen for a moment to pick out a soft navy piece of silk from the dresser. When you returned with it, you took your previous position, glancing briefly at the screen before looking at your lap.

Your heart was choked, rendering you speechless as you folded the material long ways then picked it up.

You made sure, one last time, that you were front and center. Then you lifted the opaque fabric to your face. Eyes closed, you kept them that way with the blindfold on top, arms lifted so you could secure it with a little knot at the back of your head.

"Okay," you nodded, taking a deep breath to force your confidence.

Dead silence followed, your body still, and just a little tense. You didn't know what to expect, you couldn't see a thing, but if you focused hard enough you could hear the faint sounds of casual footsteps nearing outside.

The door opened, and suddenly all the air in the room was let out, replaced by Yoongi's all-consuming presence when the door shut again. You bit your lip, staying where you were until you knew what he was going to do.

"Lift your arms up," he commanded from a short distance, and you followed those directions. Only to hear the sound of cupboard doors opening and soft rustling. Then he was walking towards you, his footsteps growing closer, and closer to the bed.

You gasped softly when his warm hands found a place on your naked body, holding you by the waist so he could encourage you to kneel for him. Then his hands vanished for a moment, coming back to you the next time at your wrists. He held one, and you felt soft velvet encapsulate it.

He'd gotten you a pair of handcuffs. And after taking your next hand, he had you locked in position, held up by the hoop above the bed. On full display to him and your audience. He hummed appreciatively, skimming his fingers back down your arm so he could cup your cheek.

Leaning into him was automatic at this point, you'd been thinking about his lips for hours now. All the sinful things they could do to you, and it started right here.

But he didn't deepen the kiss the way you wanted to, instead detaching himself with a smug breath before he forced you to look back at the camera.

"You wanna put on a show?" He husked into your ear, causing you to whimper and pull against your restraints. You wanted to touch him, he was so close.

This wasn't fair.

"Yes," you whispered nonetheless, nodding quickly for good measure.

"Be a good girl for me now, and you can have whatever you want," he promised, sealing the deal with wet kisses down the left side of your neck to your shoulder.

Wasn't that always the deal between you? Your mutually beneficial agreement?

"I'll be good," you responded, and you could feel him smirk against your skin. Nose skimming back up the same path as he deeply inhaled your scent.

When he let you go again, you were back on edge, only feeling relaxed in his presence when he was close to you. But you could hear him back at the cabinet, picking out things to use on you. The thought made your thighs clench, and your back arch. But above you, where you were cuffed to the ceiling-hung hoop, the metal clinked and gave away your movements.

"Can't keep still, huh?" He chortled, tone dark but amused as it came back near.

"Please," you begged— for what, you weren't entirely sure.