Mr. Kim's World |TaeKook|

Chapter: 21

Here I am, on my knees, hands tied behind, fright is written all over my face. In front of me, in all glory, Mr. Kim sits on the edge of bed, forearms resting on his knees as he stares at me like a predator looks at his prey.

My body jumps a little with fear when Mr. Kim gets up, eyes still hovering over me. He stops right in front of me, grabs my jaw harshly, and makes me look at his ferocious eyes. I feel numb.

"My little bunny," he calls me gently, but I know there's a cruelty behind his voice. "Do you like this? Do you like the position you're in?"

I'm in so much fear that I've lost my voice. I keep staring at him, mentally responding that I'm in so much pain, pleading him to set me free from this misery.

I yelp as his hand tightens around the jaw. "When I ask something, you should answer it, shouldn't you?" His voice has become ferocious also.

"I'm so—" my voice hitches, so he lets go of my jaw and stands up.

"Continue." He orders.

I gaze up, remembering that he always told me to look at him whenever I speak.

"I'm sorry, sir," I still cringe at calling him sir now. "For not an-answering y-you."

"Speak without stuttering."

I flinch at the sudden rise of his voice, and my voice stops at my throat.

"Answer me, do you like to be punished, huh?"

"No, sir."

"Then why do you think you're in this position?"

I gulp before answering, "I disobeyed you."

He smirks, pleased with my answer.

"And what did you do?"

"I talked to another Alpha when you clearly had said not to do it."

"Very well, baby. It pleases me that you recognize your mistake."

He gazes down at me, and suddenly, he pulls me up by my collar, and he kisses me passionately. His tongue tentatively strokes mine. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin to keep me in place.

My heartbeat accelerates as some current runs through my body when I feel his hard erection against me. Slowly and smoothly, he left my lips when he felt that it was enough bruised and made his was to my throat, neck, and collarbone.

I don't even try to stop my moan. I remember our first time: when I tried to control my moan out of self-consciousness, I received a very harsh slap on my thigh, and I had his fingerprint engraved on my thigh for three days. I still remember the blistering pain that I didn't want to feel again.

He sucks and bites, and I know that there will be dark purple and red marks in the morning to remind me of our night together in case I want to forget.

Without any warning, he lets go of my neck as he grasps my hair brutally, and I can sense some hair being pulled off.

I hiss as he brings my face closer to him till the point our noses are touching. Is he that heartless that he doesn't see the supplication for not being tortured in my eyes?

"You are mine." His voice is so much hoarse and deep that it has made my skin crawl.

"You understand that? I'm yours, and you only belong to me."

Oh, Moon Goddess! I wish you had blessed me with some courage so I would have told him no, I don't belong to him, and I will never.

"Yes, sir," I sob. "I o-only belong... belong to you."