Forbidden Lecture

chapter 27

"Now, open my belt." The words were a command, one that sent a fresh wave of anger crashing through her.

Y/n shook her head, the movement slow and deliberate. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. Jungkook eyes narrowed, the hand on her cheek tightening slightly. "What did you say?" he asked, his tone dangerously low. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the storm that was to come.

"I said no," she repeated, louder this time. "I won't do it." Jungkook expression twisted into a snarl, and he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You'll do as you're told," he said, his voice a vicious hiss. "Or I'll make sure you won't walk properly for weeks."

The room seemed to close in around her as she felt his hand tighten around her chin, his thumb digging into the soft flesh. Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for any trace of the man who had shown her a brief moment of tenderness the night before, but all she found was the monster that had emerged in his stead.

"You don't get to say no," Jungkook growled, his grip on her chin tightening until she could feel the bite of his fingertips. "You're mine to do with as I please, remember?" His eyes were wild with anger, the pupils dilated with a mix of rage and lust.

Y/N swallowed hard, the fear and anger warring within her. But she knew that if she didn't comply, the consequences would be severe. With trembling hands, she reached for the belt of his pants, her eyes never leaving his. Jungkook watched her, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight as he waited for her to make her move.

Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, the metal cold and unyielding under her touch. She felt his erection pressing against her, and she had to fight back the bile that rose in her throat. "Hurry up," he snapped, his voice like a whip. She managed to unbuckle the belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the silent room.

He pulled her closer, his grip on her neck unyielding as he guided her mouth to his crotch. The fabric of his pants was rough against her cheek, and she could feel the heat of his arousal. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice a harsh growl. Y/N's eyes squeezed shut as she did as she was told, the taste of him bitter and unwelcome.

Jungkook cock sprang free, the tip brushing against her closed lips. She felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down, and she had no choice but to comply. Her teeth scraped the skin as she took him in, her eyes watering from the pain and the humiliation. Jungkook moan was deep and guttural, the sound of his pleasure mixing with her own quiet sobs.

He didn't care about her tears, though. He never had. To him, she was just a means to an end, a way to satiate his own twisted desires. His hand was a vice on the back of her head, guiding her movements, forcing her to take him deeper. She could feel his pulse in her mouth, the beat of his heart echoing in her ears.

Her mouth was full of him, the taste of him coating her tongue. She gagged, trying to pull away, but Jungkook grip was unrelenting. He was lost in his own pleasure, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. The sounds he was making were those of a man who had never been denied, a man who took what he wanted without regard for the pain he caused.

Y/N's eyes were wide with fear and defiance, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could feel his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down, forcing her to take him deeper. Her throat was raw, her jaw aching from the unnatural motion.

"Mm, yes," Jungkook moaned, his eyes snapping open to watch her. "You're doing good for your first time, baby." His words were like salt on a wound.

He thrust deeper, and she gagged, her eyes watering as she fought to breathe. His grip tightened, his other hand moving to tangle in her hair, pulling roughly. "Take it all," he grunted, his hips moving in time with the beat of his heart. Y/N's eyes squeezed shut, her mind screaming for it to stop, for this nightmare to be over. But her body was trapped, forced to do his bidding.

Y/N's eyes watered as she struggled not to gag, her cheeks hollowed from the effort of keeping him deep in her mouth. She could feel his grip on her hair tighten, his hips bucking slightly as he grew closer to climax. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, the hot, salty fluid filling her mouth.

Her throat convulsed around his cock, fighting the urge to retch as she swallowed his cum. Jungkook  eyes remained open, watching her, his expression a twisted mix of pleasure and power. He groaned, the sound one of pure satisfaction, as he released her head and let it fall back to the floor.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're learning so quickly." Y/N spat the remaining cum onto the plush carpet, her eyes never leaving his. The taste was bitter, the feeling of his release in her mouth making her stomach heave. But she remained still, not wanting to provoke him further.

Jungkook breathing slowed as he pulled away, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up his fly with a smug smile. "Now, clean up this mess," he said, gesturing to the cum stain on the floor. Y/N reached for the napkin from the coffee table, her movements mechanical as she tried to ignore the stickiness on her lips.

The silence in the room was oppressive as she wiped away the evidence of his pleasure, the only sound of the rustle of the paper against the carpet. Jungkook leaned back against the sofa, watching her with a look that was both hungry and bored. "You know," he said, his voice casual, "you're really quite good at this."

Y/N's hands shook as she crumpled the napkin, her eyes burning with unshed tears. "You're a monster," she whispered, her voice hoarse from his use. Jungkook smile grew colder, his eyes gleaming with something that was almost excitement.

"Am I?" he mused, leaning forward to trace her jawline with a fingertip. "Or am I just a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it?" His hand moved to her neck, his thumb stroking the skin gently. "You're just upset because you enjoyed it," he murmured, his voice a silky threat.

"I hate you," Y/N choked out, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. Jungkook smile grew, his eyes lighting up with something that was almost glee. "That's what makes this so much fun," he said, his voice low and dark. "Your hate, your fear, your pain. It all just makes me want you more."

He stood up abruptly, the couch cushions groaning under his weight. "Now, go take a shower," he ordered, his voice like a whip cracking in the silence. "If you don't want to, I can always help you." His hand slid down her arm, his fingers wrapping around her wrist in a bruising grip.

Y/N nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I can do it by myself," she said, pulling her hand away from his and standing up on shaky legs. Jungkook smile was cold, his eyes never leaving hers as she stumbled towards the bathroom, her dress clinging to her like a second skin.

The water was scalding hot, the droplets stinging her bruised and battered body as she stepped into the shower. The steam filled the small space, creating a foggy barrier between her and the rest of the world. It was a small mercy, one she clung to as she let the water wash away the stickiness and the smell of him.

The sound of the rain starting outside was almost a comfort, the pitter-patter on the windows a gentle reminder that there was a world beyond Jungkook grasp. She closed her eyes, letting the water pound against her eyelids, the sound of the drops almost drowning out the sound of her own sobs.

Y/N stepped out of the shower, the water turning cold, and wrapped herself in the soft towel. The mirror fogged up from the steam, hiding her bruised reflection. She took a deep, shuddering breath and walked out of the bathroom, the cool air of the suite biting at her damp skin.

As she moved towards the bedroom, the sound of a muffled sob reached her ears. She froze, her heart racing. The noise grew louder as she approached the living room, the sound of someone in pain, in despair. It was Jungkook.

Her first instinct was to flee, to not get involved with whatever twisted game he was playing now. But something in those sobs, the raw vulnerability in them, made her pause. She'd never heard him like this before, never seen this side of the man who had so easily torn her apart.