SHORT SKIRTS | 18+ | Jungkook

Chapter 28 | Toys and Him

"Oh, love. If you tear up just over a few slaps on your beautiful pussy, how bad would you scream and cry when I whip your ass with my belt until it bleeds? How would you cry when my massive cock rips you when it's deep down your throat? How would you scream when my teeth bites your swollen clit?" 

I gasp as my heart skips a beat and his face was so close to mine, his voice roaring in my ears generating fine electricity throughout my muscles. I would be dumb if I lied I wasn't scared right now. I am. To the deepest lengths of my soul, I'm scared for everything he will be doing to me now. 

His face accompanied by his breath journeys over my neck and travels upward until he reached my forehead to leave a kiss on it. I then feel his fingers tingling over my wrist. I breathe out and loosen my muscles when I realize he was untying me. 

"Don't relax so soon. I haven't even started yet, little slut." He laughs wickedly and I can't even see the expression he must be bearing right now. He should've took off my blindfold instead of those ropes. It's getting more frustrating as I can see nothing but darkness. 

He makes me sit properly and finally takes the blind fold off, bringing me back to life and pouring water on the flames of frustration.

"Get on the floor, on your knees." He commands and I swear that was the hottest thing that left his pretty mouth. I slowly get on my fours and crawl out of the bed until I scream, feeling a sharp slap land on my ass cheek. "Quickly!" He says and I hurry up, hissing from the burning sensation on my skin.

I stand on the floor while he stares at me from top to bottom, his gaze was so penetrating and strong, it made me want to work my ass off with so much dedication just to satisfy those hungry eyes.

"Ah," I wince as I feel a whip on my calf and that's when I notice he was holding a weapon in his hand. It was a flogger. It could produce quite the pain with around 20 tiny braided strings of whips joined together at the end. "On your knees, whore." He growls the last part, making that offensive name sound so good when he uses it. 

I waste no time and get on my knees with a smirk on my face, masking a pool of fear underneath it. I try to look as confident as I can, and not give him the fear so fast. I know how bad he wants it. He craves the submission from me, he enjoys the way his veins dance when I am scared and small in front of him, obeying to everything he demands. But I am not giving it all so quickly. I'd let him torture it out of me and dominate me to the fucking core until I can't take it anymore and finally give in easily. Tonight is going to be a long and wild one.

"Now take your bra off," He says in a low and feeble tone but I was disappointed. I expected him to do the honors by grazing my skin and taking off my bra but he wasn't doing it. Just like me, maybe he too signed up for not giving me what I want. 

"Me? Ah--", a sharp whip on my back causes pulsating pain in that area right below where the bra strap rests, making me squeeze my eyes so tight.

"First of all, you do what I say. No questions asked. I know what to give you at the right chosen time. Second, you forgot using the honorific, you brat." He spits those words so harshly before whipping me again right on the same spot where he hit before, as a punishment for the second rule I couldn't abide by.

"I'm sorry, Mister Jeon," I say very slightly submissively with sass sprinkled all over my voice to piss him off, but all he does is look at me reaching my hands to the back to unhook the cloth, with a devilish look on his face.

I do the task within a few seconds, with struggle of course, and elegantly drop the bra on the floor,  right beside me before I lift my head up and look at him like there's nothing I can do to satisfy him.