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The Night

Yoongi slept in late the next morning. By the time he finally rose out of bed, it was past noon.

Yawning, he made himself breakfast in the kitchen. He left the toy in its room, not in the mood to go through the whole morning ritual with it. Besides, Yoongi wanted the tattoo and piercings to heal before he started going rough on the toy again.

But that didn't mean he didn't have something planned.

He checked his phone, looking at the notifications. A lot of comments on the post he had made yesterday of the toys new ink, more hateful messages to block, and a text from Sai.

Let me know when you're free to talk, Suga.

Yoongi sighed.

On one hand, he was relieved that Sai had saved him.

On the other, he didn't like being in someone's debt.

Yoongi worked in his office for a few hours, finishing up closing the last of his client list.

Finally, he messaged the dom back.

I'm free. Meet for dinner?

Sai replied fast.

Accardi's? I'll make a reservation. See you in an hour.

Yoongi smiled.

He left the office and went to the toys bedroom.

Again, he paused outside the door and listened, but all was quiet inside. Yoongi debated just leaving for dinner, but his toy really was like a pet, and had to be fed and let out.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside.

The toy was already awake, hands between its legs as it sat on its shins. It was still dressed in the red outfit from yesterday, since Yoongi hadn't changed it. "Dom, please." It begged as soon as it saw Yoongi.

The chain on its ankle didn't allow it to reach the bathroom, and Yoongi supposed it had been holding it all night and day.

"It didn't piss itself?" Yoongi said as he stepped inside. He pulled the key out of his pocket as he walked over, squatting down in front of the toy. "Not bad. For a stupid toy."

"Please, dom." The toy pleaded, eyes watery. "Please let me use the bathroom."

Yoongi smiled. "Of course, pet. Just say one thing for me first."

The toy was confused, having already asked for permission and not knowing what else Yoongi wanted from it.

"It did good, pet." Yoongi hummed, taking in the toys sweaty skin. It was clearly working hard every second not to piss itself. "But it can always be better. From now on, my toy will also refer to itself as an it. I'll be kind and even let it say 'toy' or 'pet' if it wants. But no more of this 'me, I, my' nonsense. Now, pet. Ask dom again. The proper way."

The toy swallowed hard, shaking as it held itself tightly, desperately trying not to let go. They both knew Yoongi would punish it if it spilled piss over itself and the floors.

"P-please..." It managed to get out. "Can..."

It trailed off, unable to degrade itself despite the pain it was in.

Yoongi shrugged, standing up. He made a show of dropping the key back in his pocket. "Oh well. I gave it a chance. I'm going to dinner, pet. I won't be home for three hours or so. If it gets my floor dirty, I will tie it from the ceiling and whip its pathetic cock until it bleeds."

The toy looked alarm as Yoongi walked away. "No! Wait, stop!"

Yoongi didn't; the toy knew what to say if it wanted relief.