Y/N's POV
I leaned against the door, intending to follow none of his orders. Jimin let out a deep roar and charged at me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing what was going to happen. Then I felt my body being lifted and hitting the bed an instant later. The Man in Black muttered something in Korean under his breath. When I felt myself sink between the pillows, I opened my eyes only to see Jimin looming over me again. He grabbed my right hand and handcuffed it to one of the four pillars of the bed. Then he went for the left one, but I managed to squirm free and hit him first. He clenched his teeth before letting out a furious bellow. I knew I crossed a line there. He clutched my wrist again, painfully hard, and pulled my arm toward the handcuff affixed to the other pillar, all the while pinning my body to the mattress.
"I'll do what I want with you," he growled, sneering.
I kicked out, thrashing on the bed, until he sat astride my legs, his back turned to me, and drew out a short tube. I had no idea what that was. I only wanted him to finally get off me. But then he fastened two soft collars sticking from both ends of the tube around my ankles, reaching to the third pillar. From behind it, he pulled out a chain, fixing it to the collar wrapped around my right ankle. He repeated the operation with my left ankle. Finally, Jimin stood up, admiring his work. He had a satisfied smirk on his face and was clearly aroused by the whole situation. I, on the other hand, was disoriented and dazed. I jerked with my legs, but the tube to which they were cuffed only elongated in response, locking them stiffly in place. Jimin bit his lower lip.
"I was hoping you would do that. This is a telescopic bar. It can elongate but will not shorten unless you know where to push."
I started panicking. I was immobilized with my legs spread wide—an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I stiffened.
The Man in Black moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them.
"Don't be afraid," he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.
He opened it and led a young woman inside. I couldn't see her clearly, but she had long, dark hair and wore impossibly high-heeled stilettos accentuating the shape of her toned legs. Jimin told her something and the girl froze. That's when I realized he was still naked. The woman didn't seem to care.
Then he covered the distance between us and leaned over me, lifting my head and putting a pillow beneath it so I could see the whole room without having to exert any muscles.
"I'd like to show you something. Something that you're going to miss out on," he whispered, biting my earlobe gently.
He returned to the other side of the room and sat back in the sofa chair opposite the bed I was strapped to. Keeping his eyes on me, he called out to the woman . Hearing it, she burst into motion, stepping out of her dress and standing before Jimin in her underwear. My heart started pounding as she dropped to her knees and promptly started to suck my oppressor's cock. His hands landed on her head, his fingers entwining her hair. I couldn't believe it. His black eyes were fixing me with a steady gaze. He was breathing heavily, greedily gulping air. The girl knew what she was doing. She was a pro. Once in a while Jimin would say something , as if instructing her. In response, she moaned lusciously. I watched them, trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. His piercing gaze made my body burn with desire. I couldn't take my eyes off of him—his ecstasy.
The fact that it wasn't me between his legs chafed at me. Was I jealous? Did I envy this woman? Over that bossy prick? I pushed that thought away. I wouldn't want what she was having. But I couldn't stop staring all the same. At one moment, Jimin tightened his grip on the girl's head and brutally pushed his cock into her throat, making her choke. She wasn't sucking him off anymore—he was fucking her mouth. He went in deep and fast. I squirmed on the bed, making the chains holding me in place rattle against the wooden posts. I was breathing heavily now, my chest heaving too fast for my liking. The show Jimin was starring in was exciting me, stoking the flames of my passion, but at the same making me angry. I understood the words he had said to me before the girl approached him.
