Fear | K.th [Editing]

Silence [M] [24°]

I squirm in the restraints wrapped around my body, whining against the gag in my mouth as the vibrations of the dildos in my lower region numb my senses. I pant heavily, jerking forward when the toys shift due to my deranged movements. I was going crazy, pleasure stimulating me all over the place. I couldn't get away from the pain and pleasure racking through me, Taehyung hanging me on display in his play room as he paces around, watching me in entertainment. The tightness of the ropes leave red marks on my soft skin the more I writhe around.

I groan when he intensifies the vibrations, immediately I shiver and jolt, the velvet blindfold over my eyes wetting with my tears. I brokenly beg around the gag, my words coming out muffled. He hums, not really paying attention to me, his finger going down the dip of my back, making me arch into the finger. "Tell me what you want." He orders, keening the flesh of my ass. I grunt, knowing I couldn't say what I wanted and he knew that too.

"Nngh-" I whine when he presses a finger onto one of the dildos, pushing the toy into me more, making my thighs shake. I thrash even more, trying to get away from his cruel teasing hand. He laughs at my pathetic attempt, pushing the dildo in more, this time taking out the vibrator from my ass, squelching noises being heard when he slides it back in. My fist shakily clench and unclench, wanting to hold onto something, but my arms were tied against my back.

Taehyung finally leaves my lower region alone, stepping back to walk toward my front. I listen for his footsteps, turning my head in the direction I think he's in. I groan when his hand grips my chin firmly, lifting my head upward. I hear the tussle of his clothing when he leans forward, soon feeling his warm breath brush against my ear. "You bruised my cheek pretty well, princess." He growls lowly, kissing the tip of my reddening ears. "Now I'll bruise your body to make up for it."

I gulp at his threatening words, fearing what was coming next. I sputter as much as could, my tongue trying to push forward the gag so I could be understood by him. "S-Saa..phe..w-wrd.." I plead, knowing that if we didn't have a safe word he wouldn't stop and I'd be left unconscious.

He sings a small tune, loosening his grip before dropping his hand and swiftly clutching the dark strands of my hair, curling his slender fingers and tugging harshly. He snickers beautifully, humiliating me further when I moan at the burning sensation.

He tsks, his tongue making contact with my cheek and gliding upward; tasting my sweat.

"I want you to listen to the silence." He simpers darkly, finally turning off the vibrations on the dildos so I could focus on what he was saying. "Can you hear it?" He asks before giving me what I wanted the most throughout my punishment; lips bruisingly land onto mine.

I moan into the kiss, his mouth eating up my sinful noises as he slithers his hot tongue into my wet cavern. I tremble, getting turned on even more at the movements of his tongue swirling around mine, dominating me further.

I feel a small pinch on my shoulder blade, a pinch telling me to answer him before he does something worse, indicating that by lowering his left hand toward my tits, ghosting his fingers over one of my pierced nipples; He forced me to get them pierced after one night we were having sex and he realized how sensitive they were to his desired touch.

I reluctantly pull back from Taehyung, heaving for oxygen, but there was no noise coming from him. Just silence.

I nod meekly as I relax my breathing pattern, now understanding his words. He laughs and caresses my cheek before turning back on the vibrations.

"Good."

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I walk into the large corridor, on my way to the dining room, my gaze lowered. I pause in my tracks when I hear footsteps and then look up from my feet and see Yoongi turning a corner and coming toward me.

He stops himself as soon as we make eye contact. We stand five feet away from each other, staring at one another. A snicker leaves his mouth as he judges my appearance, shifting in his stance. He breaks the silence between us first. "Good to see that you're alive." I tilt my head, confused on what he meant by that. I could take care of myself and he knows that. "I heard what you did to Mr. Kim." He clarifies when noticing my confusion, lifting up his arm to playfully punch himself and cackling. "What the hell happened?"

I take a deep breath, looking away before meeting his gaze again and explain to him; "He was really pissing me off and then he said something that made me punch him."

Yoongi hums in response, nodding his head toward me. "And those hand marks around your neck?" He smirks when he notices my eyes widen. I hesitantly touch the bruising skin of my neck, softly biting my lip.

"I...I tried running from him, but he grabbed me and dragged me to his room..." I end it with that, not fully elaborating what exactly he did to me once I was in his room, but I could tell Yoongi got what I meant because then he starts snickering

"Sounds kinky." He comments, sighing and placing his hands in his pockets. I nod a few times, glancing over the dark marks still littered on his face and neck, deciding it was my turn to tease him.

"I see Mr. Park's marked his territory as well, but what's new." I point out, smiling cheekily. He clicks his tongue at my words, chuckling soon after once he realized I was joking around.

He crosses his arms over his chest, and lets out a huff of air. "He still wants to kill you for that kiss."

I shrug, Park Jimin being angry at me is the least of my problems. He can't do anything as long as Taehyung watches my every move, and since I got kidnapped. Again. By someone different, I'm pretty he'll be having every man who works here discreetly keep an eye on me.

"I should probably get going, don't want Mr. Park becoming angry at me for being late." He informs, beginning to walk toward me again. "Try not to get yourself killed, I care about you remember. It's a hard thing for me to do, so, feel special, alright?"

He sticks out his tongue, winking at me. A small smile rises as I glance at him walking past me. "Same goes for you– just talking to me puts you at a risk of Mr. Park putting a knife to your throat."

He grins eerily, "I try not enjoying it." I laugh at his remark and start walking away from him.

"Who's the kinky mother fucker now?"

"I try."