The Sadist and The Masochist - Jihope Romance [Smut and Fluff]

Part Seven - Daddy's Boy

I followed him back up to his bedroom, getting odd looks from the few people we passed along the way. The air felt thick with tension. It was blood-tinglingly suffocating.

I stumbled into his bedroom as he shoved my back through the doorway. "W-what're you gonna do to me...?" I asked timidly, adrenaline seeping into my system. My hands felt clammy and my chest like a hollow cavity.

He slipped behind me, moving inside the closet and behind the sliding door. He ignored my question.

What if I really don't like what he does and it scars me for life? I always try new things but what if this is too far? How would I know until it's too late? Should I listen to my gut or push through it?

When he emerged he had changed out of his swimsuit and into a pair of sexy, black briefs. He carried a medium-small, wooden chest with a thick, white sheet folded on top.

I stood silently, fiddling my fingers and wracking my fear-addled brain for anything that would hint toward what was to come.

Is he going to use the hooks on the ceiling? He's not actually going to hang me is he? Oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?

He set the box on the floor and threw the sheet, spreading it in the air over the mattress. His muscles flexed provokingly as he moved, drawing me in.

A sex tarp? It can't be that messy... can it?

I watched him open the drawer on the nightstand, reaching in and flicking a lighter over a tall, thick, orange candle that sat atop. He lifted the mysterious container onto the opposite side of the bed, pulling from it an oddly shaped piece of black leather with metal clasps.

"W-what i-is that?" I stammered. I took deep breaths as he approached me, his strong, but thin legs flexing with each step.

He held up the contraption to show a long, leather strip down the middle with a loop at the top. Thick bands reached out the sides, getting shorter as they went down; adjustable buckles were attached to each end.

It looks like a leather ribcage.

He bit his lip, a sickening excitement alight in his eyes. "This is one of my favorites. I haven't gotten to use it in a long time, though. So who knows what I might do seeing you in it?"

I shivered.

His eyes grazed up and down my body as he slowly walked around to my back. His domineering presence sparked flames of anxiety and delight through me.

It was as if he was an entirely different person than the sweet, caring individual from earlier. He had taken on a new aura; one much more terrifying and cruel than anyone I'd ever been trapped with.

I gulped. My limbs felt tingly as my heart pounded blood through my veins harder than I'd ever experienced. I could feel the warmth rushing down below from the anticipation to my already halfway hardened member.

"This part," he said, raising the largest loop at the end over my head, "goes around your neck." The leather piece dropped over my face, the tail dangling down my back.

*Zip!*

The material tightened around my neck. I gulped, my breathing quickening as my nervousness skyrocketed.

*C-click!*

His hands smoothed over my shoulders and his lips pressed against my neck, just above the strap. Teeth nipped the back of my ear as his hands moved down my biceps, pulling them back.

You can do this, Jimin. Just stay calm.

I breathed in slowly through my nose, shakily releasing the air from my mouth. The spicy, pumpkin scent of the candle filled the room.