owned by devil

"Rule Three," he said coldly, "was very clear."
Y/n's lips trembled. "I'm sor-"
"On your knees."
Her breath hitched, but she obeyed.
He walked toward her in silence.
From his pocket, he drew the black leather blindfold. "Eyes."
She hesitated-and that earned her a slap.
Not harsh. Not cruel.
Just enough to sting. To remind her.
To arouse something twisted inside them both.

"Crawl to me," Jungkook ordered.

Naked.

Blindfolded.

Gagged.

She crawled.

The cold floor teased her skin. Her nipples, already hard from the humiliation, dragged against the tiles. The air itself felt like fingers, whispering over her thighs.

She reached his boots and stopped, trembling.