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I hold tightly to the bag of food clenched in my hand. Inside the building, people are milling about, going from place to place. I wave softly at the receptionist. She’s seen me enough times to know who I am and why I’m most likely here. I make my way silently through the lobby and head over to the elevator. I press the button for the elevator and wait anxiously, tapping my pointer finger against the side of my leg. The soft ‘ding’ tells me that the elevator has arrived and I step inside, pressing the button for the fifth floor. The doors slide closed seconds afterward and I feel the elevator rumble to life as it takes me upstairs.
As the elevator works, my mind wanders around. Well, I say it ‘wanders’. More accurately, it focuses on the message that got me come here. Although I don’t have my phone in front of me, I can remember exactly what the message said. Plain and simple, ‘Genius Lab, now’. The message had immediately made my stomach drop like a rock. I had no idea what I had done to frustrate or upset him, but it was obvious that he was pissed. I had been waiting in line for take out when I got the message. Quickly, I added his favorite food to my order to try and quell his anger.
Another soft ‘ding’ breaks me out of my thoughts and I step into the fifth floor. Just at the end of the hall, I can see the door that means my doom. The simple white door with that big black sign, ‘Genius Lab’. I swallow thickly and make my way to the door, knocking lightly when I finally get there. The door opens seconds later, but he doesn’t meet my eyes. He just unlocks the door and allows me in before heading back to the chair.
Inside the studio, I stand awkwardly for a few seconds. I’ve been in this studio several times, mostly to visit my boyfriend when he needed me or to surprise him. His chair is turned toward the large keyboard and he’s playing away silently. Taking a deep breath, I take out his food and set it on his desk. “What’s this?” He asks, still not looking at me. My eyes flit back and forth between the food and the back of his head.
“Just some food, Yoongs. Thought you might want some. I know how you get,” I remind him. He grunts softly in response and turns his chair towards the food, going back to his silence.
Taking another deep breath, I sit down on the couch and start eating my food. For a little while, the only sound in the studio is of the two of eating. Finally, the silence is broken once again. “So, I heard that you have a couple admirers,” Yoongi says plainly, pushing his food around his plate. I look up at him, knitting my eyebrows together in confusion.
“I’m sorry, what?” I question honestly. He pushes his plate away, finally turning to look at me. His eyes are slightly puffy and they look reddish. I’m not sure if he hasn’t been sleeping much or if he’s been crying.
“You have guys at your work that flirt with you…and you flirt back,” he says softly.
To most people, the softness of his voice might make them think that he’s being shy, but I know better. That softness isn’t shyness…it’s anger bubbling just below the surface. “Yoongs, it-it’s nothing. Just some regular customers at work. My manager asked me to just humor them so they’ll come back more,” I explain.
“Humor them?” He asks, narrowing his eyes menacingly. I roll my eyes, throwing my hands up at his reaction.
“Yoongi, they don’t know that I already have a boyfriend, remember?!” I say in annoyance, crossing my arms.
As soon as the words, leave my mouth, I clap my hand over my mouth in shock. He lets out a humorless laugh. “Oh, and now you’re talking back?” He laughs. I shake my head vigorously, my hand still over my mouth. He goes back to his piano, turning his back to me again. I think that he won’t say anything else, but he surprises me. “I’m almost finished here, then we’re heading home and to the dungeon, got it?” He questions, his voice shaking in fury.
“Yes, sir,” I say quickly, the response a trained reaction.
“Good girl.”
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For the rest of the time that we’re in Genius Lab, I sit silently on the couch. Eventually, Yoongi scribbles down the last few notes on some manuscript paper and puts everything away. As soon as he starts putting things away, I grab the empty food bag and stand up. Yoongi joins me soon after, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. He takes my hand in his and leads me out of the studio, locking the door behind him. When I see a trash can, I squeeze his hand lightly and let go to go throw it away. When I come back, he immediately takes my hand in his again.
Normally, holding hands might signal to a person that the other has calmed down. Again, I know better than to think that. Yoongi always holds my hand, even when he’s absolutely furious with me. However, even when he’s furious, he’ll take a deep breath and squeeze my hand three times. It’s a silent way of saying ‘I love you’ and something that we use a lot when in public. As we walk down the hall, he lightly squeezes my hand three times. I smile softly and repeat the action to him. As soon as I do it, I hear him let out a soft breath of relief.
The walk to our shared apartment is fairly short. When the members started looking for apartments and houses, we were able to find a few houses within walking distance of the BigHit building and dorm. We chose the house second closest to the main building and have lived their for almost a year now. We’re rather lucky that we found the house, honestly. It’s in a spot that’s a little more secluded (for Seoul, that is) and thankfully, we haven’t had too many fan encounters since moving in. However, our main reason for buying the house was the large room in the basement, hidden away from the rest of the house.
Yoongi and I reach the house within about 20ish minutes. He opens the door and we both step inside, then he closes the door. “Go change and I want you in the dungeon in 10 minutes,” he tells me plainly. I nod my head and hurry up to our bedroom. I immediately open the drawer with my lingerie in it and pulls out Yoongi’s favorite red piece. He always says that the lacy, red bra and panties set suits my skin tone. I pull off my clothes and change into the lingerie before pulling on my silk robe and heading downstairs to the room in the basement.
Down in the basement, hidden away from everything else in the house, is a large room. Most people that come visit the house have no idea what is in this room. We always make sure to keep the door closed and locked when we’re not playing in here. This room is used for our BDSM dungeon. The room is fashioned in red and black, with a large bed pressed against the wall. There is a sleek, black cabinet against another wall, which contains toys, handcuffs, and materials like lube. In the middle of the room, a heavy hook is set into the ceiling. Several other contraptions are concealed in the room, each used for a different type of playing. We’ve used everything in this room at least once.
When I enter, Yoongi is searching through the cabinet, pulling out different toys. I clear my throat to let him know that I’m there and he looks out his shoulder nonchalantly. He motions me over and I walk over to him calmly, standing silently. Yoongi turns away from the cabinet and shows me two things in his hands. One is a thick strip of jet black cloth, a blindfold. That’s something that I expected. We almost always use blindfolds when we play. In the other hand, a set of thick chains ending in handcuffs, fitted with thick fluff on the inside. I nod my head lightly and he leads me over to the hook in the ceiling.
Yoongi hangs the chains to the hook and I lift my arms up, allowing them to be locked in the handcuffs. Once I’m chained up, he steps behind me and moves the blindfold up my eyes. Smoothly, he ties it behind my head and makes sure that it’s tied tightly. “Can’t see?” He questions.
“Can’t see,” I agree. He steps away from me again and, though I can’t see him, I can hear him shuffling around in the cabinet again.
Moments later, I hear the sharp snap of the cabinet closing. Then, I feel his arms running up and down my sides. “God, you look so perfect,” he hums darkly, moving up to my breasts. I feel his mouth against my chest and I moan softly as he leaves hickies on the top of my breasts. I shift in the chains and he chuckles darkly at me. “Love seeing you like this. So trusting, and completely at my mercy.” I moan again and arch my chest forward. He just chuckles again, pinching the skin lightly.
Without warning, he undoes the front clasp of my bra. He opens it up and takes off the removable straps, letting it fall to the floor. For a few seconds, I don’t feel anything, then suddenly there is a warm feeling wrapped around my nipple. I moan loudly, tugging at the restraints and making them rattle loudly. Yoongi plays with both of my nipples, moving between the two and giving them similar attention. “Now, I’m going to take off your panties and then we’ll start the punishment,” he says.
“Punishment?! But, sir!” I complain. He tsks at me, pinching my nipple.
“Yes, punishment. I think you deserve it for flirting with other men. You’re *mine*,” he growls. He nips at the skin of my neck and I know that he’s trying to leave marks.
Yoongi leaves my side again and comes back seconds later. Slowly, he pulls down my panties and I kick them off when they reach the floor. As soon as they’re off, Yoongi trails the palm of his hand over my ass. “I want you to count, baby,” he commands me.
“Yes, sir,” I repeat. For a few seconds, I don’t feel anything, then there’s a loud ‘woosh’ of something going through the air. The sound is followed by a sharp slap, much sharper than what he could have delivered with his hand. My mind immediately flies to the paddles in the cabinet and I know what he’s using. I also know that I’m in for a long night if he’s using a paddle.
“I said fucking count!” He exclaims, slamming the paddle against my ass again. I let out a loud gasp and lurch forward, the chains rattling again.
“One!” I cry out.
Throughout the spanking, I do my best to keep my voice steady. However, around seven spanks, my voice starts wavering and I’m unable to hold my tears back anymore. The tears drop onto the cloth and soak in, dampening the cloth around my eyes. “S-Seven!” I cry out, my voice shaky and tearful. Another spank is delivered immediately afterward.
“Eight!” Then another.
“Nine!” Finally, the last spank. I ready my body for the hardest spank yet and clench my eyes shut. Seconds later, it’s delivered and I hear the slap reverberate throughout the room. “T-Ten!” I cry, letting fresh tears fall.
Yoongi takes away the paddle, kneading my ass cheek in his hand. I yelp at the tenderness, but he doesn’t seem to care. He simply grabs my other cheek and starts kneading it, too. “You were a good girl for taking your spanking, but we’re not done yet,” he tells me. I nod my head obediently.
“Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir,” I respond. He chuckles darkly, kissing at the crook where my shoulder and neck meet.
“Good girl.”
Yoongi steps away again and I can hear him set the paddle down on a hard surface. I hear him pick up something else and ready myself for the assault that my senses are most likely going to be put through. After a few moments, Yoongi comes back over. He presses the new object to my cunt, making sure to keep it pressed hard against my clit. “Ready, sweetheart?” He asks.
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, a soft ‘click’ fills the room, followed by a loud buzzing. I squeal loudly as the object vibrates against my most sensitive parts. Through my fuzzy brain, I come to a quick conclusion—hitachi magic wand. I moan loudly, grinding against the vibrator as it slowly brings me closer to my high. Yoongi grunts in disapproval, grabbing my hands in his hand. “Don’t make me move you to the table,” he growls. I immediately stop grinding against the vibrator and simply let Yoongi control my pleasure. At random intervals, he turns the vibrator up or turns in down. It’s one of the most frustrating things ever, yet it still works me up.
Before I fully realize it, my high is right upon me. “Sir, sir! I need to come!” I moan, keeping as still as I can.
“You can come,” he says plainly. At his words, I fall over the edge and into the waves of pleasure. However, as I come down from my high, the vibrator doesn’t stop as I had thought it would. I squirm, trying to get away from the vibrations, but Yoongi simply follows me.
“Sir, I’m sensitive!” I whine, trying to squirm away again. Yet again, he just follows me.
“You should’ve thought about that before you came,” he tsks, turning the vibrator setting up higher. I squeal in surprise, squirm every way that I can and trying to get away.
“It’s too much! I can’t, sir, I can’t! It hurts!” I scream, fresh tears slipping from my eyes and onto the blindfold.
In response, Yoongi steps close to me, keeping the vibrator positioned exactly the same. “You can take it and you *will*,” he growls, nipping at my neck again. I sob loudly, tugging at the restraints, though I know they won’t budge. The rattling sounds again and again as I pull at them, willing them to come off of the hook. At my movement, Yoongi finally stops the vibrator and I suck in deep breaths of air, finally able to breath again. When I don’t feel Yoongi’s presence next to me, I search around for him blindly. He hums from over near the cabinet. “Just over here, Princess,” he tells me.
He returns and my stomach sinks when I feel him tying ropes around my waist. “W-What are you doing?” I stammer. I can almost hear him raise his eyebrow at me.
“You thought we were done with the vibrator? Oh, no. You were just moving around too much,” he tells me. I gasp as I finally understand what he’s doing.
“Sir, sir, no please! I’m too sensitive! I can’t, I’m too sensitive!” I beg, tugging at the restraints again. Yoongi clicks his tongue, continuing to tie the rope around my body, then putting the silent vibrator against my clit and tying it there.
“That should do,” he mumbles. I try to protest again, but the words are ripped away when the vibrator starts up again. He’s set it to the highest setting and I start sobbing again, trying to get away from the vibrations again. This time, I don’t even have the short moment of no stimulation as Yoongi tries to follow me. The vibrator gives me constant stimulation no matter how much I squirm around.
Yet again, I’m quickly racing towards my high. “I’m coming!” I fell out again, but there is no response this time. I fall over the edge of Yoongi tsks at me again.
“Coming without permission? I thought I taught my princess better,” he says. I let out another sob, but Yoongi simply slaps my tender ass in response. “Take your fucking punishment,” he growls.
The vibrator continues working and my sobs become harder and harder to hold back. The stimulation won’t stop and my tears stain the blindfold as they fall from my eyes. At this point, the cloth is almost soaked. “Sir, sir, please make it stop!” I beg. He chuckles darkly, brushing my hair over my shoulder from behind.
“Take it, babygirl,” he growls at me, nipping at my neck more and more. As my high comes for a third time, I start begging again.
“Sir, I’m going to come!” I scream, tugging at the restraints again and again.
“Come for me. Make yourself feel good,” he tells me. For the third time, I fall over the edge and my breath is stolen away.
Thankfully, as I come down, I hear the soft ‘click’ again. The vibrations stop and Yoongi begins to untie the rope from around my waist and undo the vibrator. When it comes off, I take a deep sigh of relief. Yet again, though, I’m met by Yoongi’s dark chuckle. “Don’t think we’re done *just* yet. I haven’t come yet, babygirl,” he reminds me. I gulp and take a deep breath.
“Yes, sir. Please use me for your pleasure,” I say, trying to steady my breathing and stop the sobs that are wracking my body.
Yoongi leaves my side one last time, then comes back and hold tightly to my hips. “I’m going to undress and then I’m going to fuck you nice and hard,” he tells me, kissing along my jaw and neck. Calmly, he lets go of me and I can hear his clothes hit the floor in a pile. He grabs my hips again and I feel him drag his cock through my folds. I gasp at the sensitivity, biting my lip to try and quiet the soft sobs that are trying to escape again. He hums softly, kissing my lips lightly and I kiss back.
While we kiss, Yoongi presses into my cunt and I gasp again, my arms shaking in the chains and making them rattle again. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby,” he reassures me, slowing down again. I take deep , steady breathes. “Please just fuck me, sir. I want it so bad,” I moan, tugging at the restraints.
“If you say so, baby.” He pushes the rest of his cock in with one quick thrust and I scream out, arching my back. Without waiting for me to adjust, he begins thrusting in and out with quick, hard thrusts. He holds tightly to my hips, then he moves one of his thumbs down to my abused clit. He rubs quick circles over it and I yelp at the overstimulation, but try to take it and not squirm away.
Before long, I’m reaching the edge for the fourth time today. “I-I’m gonna come!” I shout out. Yoongi pulls me to his chest, continuing to thrust.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He growls at me.
“Yes, yes! I won’t flirt with them again, I promise!” I yell out.
“Then come for me, baby. I’m close, too.” I fall over the edge and my body suddenly feels very light. I take unsteady, gasping breaths as Yoongi thrusts a few more times, then comes inside me with a loud groan.
He gives himself a few moments to calm down, then pulls out. I whine at the overstimulation, but just let my body fall slack when he’s out. Yoongi pulls the blindfold up, allowing me to finally see him again. I blink at the lights in the room, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light before I look at him. My eyes feel very heavy. “Sir, I’m sleepy,” I yawn, pouting slightly. He chuckles at me, smiling softly.
“You get some sleep, princess. I can take care of this,” he tells me. I nod my head sleepily and allow my eyes to close, falling into the land of dreams.
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“Order for Catherine!” I call out, looking around for the person. A young girl walks over and takes the coffee off the counter, throwing me a soft ‘thank you’ and a little smile. I smile back and go back behind the register again. When I get back to the register, I look up and meet the eyes of the table of men sitting close by. They throw me soft, flirty smiles, but I just smile softly back and nod in acknowledgement. Ever since my night with Yoongi a few days ago, I’ve tried to fend off their flirting.
Suddenly, I hear the soft ringing as someone enters the store. I lift my eyes to greet them and immediately my heart soars. That soft, gummy smile that I love greets me back. “Hi, princess,” he smiles happily.
“I’ll get your order,” I giggle, not even needing for him to order.
“How much?” He asks.
“$4.95,” I say smoothly. He nods his head and gets out the money calmly.
When I get back from making his coffee, I see the table of men giving me confused looks. I just smile sweetly at them, leaning on the counter. “Meet my boyfriend, boys,” I giggle.