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Private Study Room - Door Still Locked

The air was thick, heavy with lust and control. It wrapped around the walls like fog, silent and dangerous.

Taehyung was on his knees. His head bowed slightly, chest rising and falling like he'd just run a marathon. His heart shaped lips were swollen, red, glistening from your wetness. His eyes-half-lidded and drowning in desperation-looked up at you like you were his god.

You didn't move right away. You stood there, towering over him, running your fingers through his tousled dark hair, slowly combing through the strands like you were calming a wild animal. He leaned into your touch so eagerly, so submissively, it made your stomach tighten.

"Look at you," you whispered, voice dripping with cruel sweetness. "You didn't even need my hands. Just five minutes with your tongue buried between my thighs, and now you're on your knees, shaking."
Taehyung whimpered. His mouth opened but no words came out. Just breath. Just raw, shaky need.

"Talk, baby," you coaxed, gripping his jaw firmly, lifting his face up to yours. "Did Mummy ruin your brain already?"

His voice cracked. "Mummy... I need more. Please, I-I can't think straight."
You leaned down until your breath brushed his heart shaped lips, until he could feel the heat of your smirk. "You had one taste of my p*ssy and now you're completely gone? That fast?"

"I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly like lost puppy. "I didn't mean to be so weak-I just-f*ck-you taste so good. I need more. I'll do anything."

You stared into his eyes. Wide. Wet. Lost. He was so far gone already.

"Anything?" you echoed, brushing your thumb across his swollen bottom lip. It was trembling.

"Yes," he breathed, lips parting. "Anything you want. I'll let you use me. I'll let you break me."

A slow, dangerous smile pulled across your face.

"Take off your shirt."

He obeyed instantly, like his body didn't belong to him anymore. His hands trembled as he unbuttoned the fabric. One button. Two. His chest came into view, rising fast. He peeled it off, baring himself, not even thinking-just following. You sat down on the chair behind you, legs spreading slowly but staying clothed. He stared, confused for a second. Until you pointed at the floor.

"Lie down," you commanded. "Back on the floor. Arms by your sides." He obeyed again, lowering himself like a soldier. His body hit the cold tiles, the air prickling his bare skin. His c*ck-throbbing, flushed, and leaking-lay on his stomach, fully exposed from his half-pulled jeans.

You lifted your heel and gently placed it on his chest, pressing down with just enough weight to make him grunt.

"Tell me," you said, tilting your head as your gaze devoured him. "Did it feel good? When I grabbed your hair? When I made you f*ck me with your face like a filthy little pet?" His hips jerked upward. "Yes, Mummy. It felt so good. I want it again. I want you to use me."