Sope
Wealth, power, prestige, respect. Yoongi had worked and sacrificed his whole life to earn these things. Which was why his personal life was in nothing more than an unsatisfying string of casual encounters. When Hoseok enters his office, about t...
"Mmhmm. You're going to give Daddy a little demonstration." He smirked as approached the bed.
"D-demonstration?"
"Yes, Kitten, a demonstration." He picked up the blue, semi-opaque, hard shelled, seven inch vibrator he'd selected, and opened it up, replacing the batteries inside with fresh ones. The he twisted the dial on the bottom experimentally. Its buzzing slowly intensified as he ran it through each of the five settings. Satisfied, he turned it off and dropped it back on the bed. He tossed the used batteries on the nightstand along with the rest of the new pack. Then he picked up a black riding crop and tested it a few times on his palm.
"Come here." He pointed to the end of the bed with the leather tongue of the crop and Yoongi scooted down obediently.
"Turn to face the wall, hands and knees." He instructed, pointing at the wall behind the four poster.
Yoongi bit his lip and nodded, quietly complying. Hoseok traced a the keeper (A/N see below) down his spine, enjoying his little shiver. He trailed it down following the crease of his ass and Yoongi's breath hitched. With a teasing tap, he withdrew.
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A/N keeper is the tongue bit pictured above.
He stepped back and crouched in front of the chair then crossed to the bed again, gripping Yoongi's slim hips and lifting, repositioning him centre stage as it were.
He picked up the phallic blue vibrator and the lilac egg vibrator but left the pump bottle of lube.
"Mmm, good." He nodded in satisfaction.
Then he took his seat and sat back, simply admiring his handiwork. When Yoongi looked back over his shoulder self-consciously, he merely smiled blandly and twirled his finger. He turned back around reluctantly.
Hoseok might not be an experienced dom, but he was one hell of a showman. He knew how to set a scene. More importantly, he had a innate sense of timing.
He let the silence stretch, tutting any time Yoongi went to speak, effectively silencing him.
"Eyes front." He snapped when his head started to turn again.
And in no time at all, Yoongi was squirming; his little pink toes curling, his pale ass wiggling. He felt a little thrill run through him at the knowledge that he had reduced him to this without laying so much as a finger on him.
"Kitten?" He called softly.
"Yes, Daddy?" Yoongi answered in a small voice, still facing forward as instructed.
"Ready to put on a show for Daddy? Going to be my good little slut?" He asked coaxingly.
--- Yoongi wriggled helplessly at the words. When he spoke in that seductive tone, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to please him.
