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♠️Chapter 42♠️

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Updates: Wednesday

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Many of you have been messaging me or commenting on my chapters about updates, even if you mean the best this puts a lot of pressure on me. And I may take a break on the book if I continue to feel pressured. I come to write to relieve stress, not to feel like I need to meet people's expectations. Please refrain from commenting about updates because I will always update on this day. And pressuring me to update won't make me write faster. I hope you all understand.

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Thursday

Jimin's never been more eager for work to the point that he woke up early unconsciously. He felt energetic today. And he wanted the Chairman to deal with the pent-up frustration that had evolved from a peaceful week. He was early, no one was there. All the desks were empty, and only the sounds on his footsteps could be heard. Jimin easily found his collar that was displayed on the white shelves and tightened it around his neck. Yoongi hadn't ordered this for him but Jimin wanted to feel the white leather around his neck, as well as the little metal plate that soothed against his skin like aloe vera. 

All these rushing emotions felt familiar as he recalled the extract he had read for the Chairman that involved waiting for his Master to arrive home. And it was so easy to feel like the scenario was identical. That this bedroom was theirs to use as they please. Jimin was smiling and he didn't even know why he found this secretly exciting. Like he was slowly understanding the pleasantry in teasing your dominant.

And then, it was like the atmosphere had shifted in the room as he waited in nothing but the blindfold they usually kept in a drawer and laced turquoise panties he had been gifted by Lisa from the night shift. He knew Yoongi was watching him from the door, he could hear the man's light pants. He wondered if the Chairman could see how overwhelmingly shameless he was being with his desires. He wanted to be pretty. He wanted the compliments. But most importantly, he wanted anything the Chairman could offer him.  And then it was that voice he submitted to. He didn't know how he should be positioned on the bed. But he knelt with his hands on his knees. "Master."

"For this exercise, kitten, I want that to be the only word leaving your lips. And if you want something, I would be able to know just from your tone. And of course there is our safe word. But I would make sure it doesn't have to come to that."

Jimin nodded, he whined again. "Master." He was hoping Yoongi knew what that meant. His voice stretched into a long plead. He was needy with want and affection.

"Soon, kitten," Yoongi's voice was getting louder and Jimin could only assume that he was approaching the bed. He recalled the room being cool. But suddenly the heat tickled his skin.