Park Jimin begins working as a secretary for the billionaire Min Yoongi and discovers a man of masculine beauty. He is introduced to a dangerously extraordinary playground, a place where the lustful executives are privileged and extreme fetishes are...
So I'll be in Korea for the next two weeks, so timings for chapters might be awkward 💕
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It had only been a few minutes since the vibrator was inserted in Jimin. He found it challenging, his cock hard against his skin. Aching to be touched. Wanting even the smallest attention from his Master. And no. Pouting towards Yoongi didn't seem to work. He was redressed, and he wanted the clothes off already.
He was infiltrated with embarrassment. Even if the submissive ventured towards other thoughts, his mind always brought him to the Chairman. The devilish smile. His ruffled silver hair. The dominant was dangerous in all black. His shirt unbuttoned slightly, revealing every delicious spot. His trousers tightly teasing Jimin. His collar bone in full view, it was like a fresh canvas, and Jimin wanted to paint marks on the skin with his lips.
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The submissive trembled as he struggled to form pleads with his lips. Sound inaudible as the toy continued to lead his body into a shuddering mess. The simple need and want of being touched again, it was like a reminder of his torturous wait for something as mere as a kiss.
Yoongi's lips were pressed together, there was still disapproval in those deep brown orbs.
"Plea-se, Master," The words were choked, yet the desperation that built at the bottom of Jimin's stomach lead him to a recurring climb towards his climax. A journey that would end at the command of the Chairman.
"Are you going to proudly tell others in the office that you're mine? Yes or no, kitten?" It was more of an injunction rather than a question. Each syllable returned as a venomous bite, weakening Jimin to every order.
The submissive was a sniffling mess. "Yes, Master. I'm yours. Please." He led Yoongi's hand to his shirt, gesturing for his Master to touch him.
Yoongi's merciful kiss sent heightened pleasures Jimin had never felt before. He was instantaneously weak, he buckled at the action that burned like gasoline all over his body. It hurt how needy he was, how desperate he was willing to be and how pathetic he probably looked in front of his Master. Eyes almost watering from the arousal while Yoongi played with the level of oscillations, leading Jimin to convulse quietly against him. Chest to chest. Jimin whimpering against Yoongi's neck.
