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yoonia · 2 years ago

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In Motion (M) | 12

➬ Summary | The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

➬ Pairings | Jungkook x reader (with POV switches)

➬ Genre | Masturbation Club!au, Sex Club!au, mature, smut

➬ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; includes explicit mature/sexual scene, public sex, public display of sexual exploitation, public nudity, stripping, dom/sub tendencies, Jungkook is slowly beginning to show his dominant side, reader being a little brat, sexual tension, exhibitionism, voyeurism, panty sniffing, mutual masturbation, fingering/finger fucking, hand job, breast play (solo), clit play, nipple play, clothed fingering, finger sucking, swearing, dirty talk, praise/praise kink, teasing, pussy slapping, pain kink, impact play, teasing, begging, edging, orgasm denial, orgasm delay, sexual stimulation, cum tasting/eating, cum play, multiple orgasms, minor aftercare, and…as requested by anon, we’ll be mentioning Jungkook’s tattoo briefly on this chapter too

➬ Word count | 18,9k words

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𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝕷𝖆 𝕽𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖊

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞.”

You are now entering The Entre Nous Room section

To be able to savour our little treat, please follow the rules specified below:

1. Please report to the attendant or our escort upon entering the entre nous section and provide your club membership card and VIP invitation to confirm your identity. This will also help confirm the privileges you are given by the club before the escort could grant you permission to enter.

2. Once you are cleared for entry, you are free to choose any private rooms available within this section to use with your partner or partners. You are allowed to utilise your chosen room however you desire. This may include the usage of furniture sets and the essential tools that have been provided for you in each room.

3. Please refrain from entering any room that is being used by other attendees. Exceptions will be given only when prior arrangements have taken place between the guests. In the case that special arrangements exist, please inform the staff or your welcoming escort during identity confirmation and before proceeding into the private rooms. This is required to avoid any misunderstanding between the guests and the staff involved.

4. Once you are in the room of your choosing, it would be required for you to keep the door open or unlocked. By agreeing to the open-door policy, you are giving us permission to observe the situation for security measures and opening the possibility for other guests to observe from outside of the room.

5. Open conversation is allowed only between the partners involved and only during the sessions held inside the enclosed rooms. Attendees are welcome to observe any ongoing public sessions from outside of an active room, but are not allowed to interfere as the sessions take place.

5. Physical contact will only be permitted between partners or within special arrangements under the staff’s approval.

6. Should the guest or attendee have concerns over their personal safety during their session, please utilise the emergency button provided inside the private room to request for assistance from the staff or security personnel who are present. Please keep in mind that any violation of the rules will result in members being escorted out of our property and your name will be put in consideration to be added to our blacklist.

7. Any other mutual arrangements that may occur after the event will no longer be our concern.

—Jungkook—

Stepping out of the Viewing Room feels like walking out of a dream, only to walk into a different one.

Finding our way out and tracking down the path leading to our next destination is pretty manageable. It is clear that the club has properly planned the event thoroughly by making it easy for us to go around and enjoy every moment we have while we are here. The spaces within the mansion are set strategically to serve tonight’s theme of event, with different areas split into different sections to meet each of its members’ needs.

As we go around the mansion to find what we are looking for, we keep finding multiple signages pointing out which direction to take, much similar to the one which led us towards The Viewing Room. The entire place feels like a maze, but they guide us well enough to not let us get lost in it. It also helps that we would find the club’s staff members standing by in between sections, ready to help anyone walking past by to find their way.

Having these necessities along the way has been helpful. Without them, we probably wouldn’t have gotten anywhere far. Though I probably should acknowledge ____’s role in taking the lead to get us both through the mansion. I have been so grateful that never once our hands would come apart, our fingers remain entwined as she makes sure that I would be moving together with her, while her presence pressing against me has been the reason why I have been able to remain grounded, to remember to focus on the moment.

My mind seems to be muddled, as if I am still stuck in the fog of desire that I found myself in while we were indulging in the previous scenes we were involved in. It gives me a bit of trouble to think clearly and notice the small details that we need to find on our way. It is not that I am losing any interest in what we are currently experiencing, but it seems to happen more due to the fact that I am doing my best not to explode too soon.

My body has been high-strung with need ever since we left The Viewing Room. Having her body pressed against my side only allows me to smell her perfume and every faint scent that she is carrying, which helps escalate my strong desire for her even more. I can even still feel her soft flesh and the faint touch of her wet arousal on the tip of my fingers. The remnants of her release that coated my skin have dried out, but I know that I can still breathe in her scent should I raise my hand and give it a quick whiff.

We walk past a few rooms along the way, all set differently compared to the ones in the Viewing Rooms section, signifying that we have finally arrived at the other section which we have been searching for. The doors to these rooms are left open, allowing us to get a good look at what is going on inside them without having to walk through the threshold, while some of the bigger ones are adjacent to the hallways that we are required to walk across for a brief experience before we can continue walking on our path.

I recognise the smaller rooms as seating lounges, with multiple seats placed scarcely through the rooms, while the bigger ones that we come across seem like smaller versions of the main ballroom where the main public event is being held. None of those rooms has been left vacant, each hosting various lewd acts with multiple masked members getting involved—from the guests who are sharing the rooms to do public acts of masturbation in front of each other, getting off while performing for one another at the same time, and to the guests who are simply there to watch while an individual or a small group of people is initiating those acts for them from the center of the room.

We can see everything as we walk by, never once making a stop to get involved or to stay and witness all the other people indulging in their carnal pleasure. In fact, despite having clear glimpses of the ongoing acts, I could barely pay much attention to them when my mind is preoccupied with something else entirely.

We simply keep on moving, through the hallways and open halls, past the busy rooms, only because we are on a mission. Both of us have seen enough of what the other people are doing, and it is time for us to indulge completely in our own needs and pleasure, to finally dive in and find our own release.

After following the guidance provided by the club a bit more, we find ourselves at an intersection. The hallway that we have been walking through branches out into two separate halls. Unlike the other junctions that we have come across, where we were able to find our way by simply following the signs directing us where to go, we are met with a small concierge table standing at the center. Much like the one we came across in The Viewing Room area.

The male attendant standing behind the counter welcomes us with a smile. Compared to the other staff we met before, he seems as if he is in a different class or status, just from the way he is dressed and the way he carries himself. Wearing a fancy maroon suit and matching trousers, with a black buttoned-up shirt underneath. His face is covered with a black mask, which is embellished with gold and maroon embroideries on its frame which looks a bit similar to the one that Taehyung had been wearing, making it more obvious that he is not a regular attendant like the others. There is also a certain kind of air around him as he greets us with a nod, before his voice, sounding soft yet filled with confidence, is heard as he inquires about our needs.

“Good evening,” the man says. Now that I get to see him a bit closer, I can see his eyes through his mask. His eyes resemble a pair of crescent moons as he smiles. There is a glow in his eyes that seems so secretive, yet so open at the same time. The look he is giving me reminds me too much of how Taehyung would look at me whenever we talk about the club. It is the kind of look which says that he knows more than he is letting on, and it makes me feel like I am under his scrutiny, as if he is looking a bit too deeply at my reaction and everything that I do in front of him.

At first, I feel nothing from it when this man looks at me the same way, until he turns his gaze on my partner, giving her a deeper, and more attentive stare which lingers far too long for my comfort. There is no hint of lust or admiration in his eyes when he looks at her. Nothing more than a hint of curiosity and joviality as he returns her smile. But it is still enough to draw a sense of jealousy brewing from my chest.

I gently pull her closer, drawing a light gasp from her. I can feel her quivering against my side as she leans into me, letting me know that she is just as tense with her desire as I have been. The man seems to notice this, but shows no change in his expression when he turns to me again to speak up.

“Welcome to our special reserved quarters, The Entre Nous Room area. Since you have chosen to come to this point instead of choosing the assembly rooms, I’m assuming that you are looking for a place that is more—private?”

I give a quick glance at ____, who somehow appears more flushed than before. I can tell that her body is still feeling the aftermath of her climax from earlier and that she might still be sensitive to my touch, which would further explain why she is practically quivering in my arm. But there seems to be something else that she is feeling right now when her eyes suddenly appear somewhat hazy as she is listening to him speak. There is no telling what is going on inside her mind. But after what we had just encountered during our short journey to reach this section, I wouldn’t be too surprised to know if the sight of all those lewd scenes we passed by had already awakened her desire once again.

Her lust for carnal pleasure and her openness to try different things to gain it have been the driving force which had initiated every decision we made throughout the night, and the reason why my own desire for her has been burning just as strongly in return. Although it was the look that she gave me when she requested—nearly begged for it, even—to get us someplace private which led us here. The reason why we both chose to find the private quarters to have our time alone, instead of taking our time to explore the other variety of events that we came across with.

“Yes,” I answer the attendant without further explanation so we can get things going. She is not the only one with needs, after all. I turn back to him, giving him my best smile as I inquire him, “We’re interested to use a private room. Since you are here to welcome us, I am assuming that we are required to provide proof of permission before we are allowed to venture further?”

I vaguely recall a part of the rules which mentioned that the private rooms would be available for exclusive members. Unlike _____, who had taken the time to study all the rules and conditions of the event that we are required to follow, I had only taken a quick glimpse and skimmed through them to know all the details. Seeing that the process to confirm our identity had been thorough when we encountered the previous section, I have no doubt that we are going to have to go through the same process here as well.

Confirming my thoughts, the male attendant nods, and then proceed to request our membership cards for him to validate our privilege. We watch him work as we go through a similar process to what we had before, as the attendant takes our invitation and membership cards from me and scans them through his device before returning them. The moment he is done with all the steps, he seems to be a bit more open and pleased to help guide us through.

“I am sure that you have learned more about the rules that we sent you for the club’s event,” he begins to explain the instructions to us, while I can feel _____’s excitement and anticipation vibrating out of her as she leans further against my side. “By following the path to my left, you will find the rooms that we have provided for you. As a part of our mission to provide our members with the chance to live out any kind of fantasy while they are within our vicinity, you will find that we have incorporated various themes and purposes within each room which you could choose from depending on your personal need.”

This information has certainly piqued my interest. And it makes perfect sense, after seeing all the rooms, the stages, and everything else that has been implemented to utilise the members to have the perfect experience. It reminds me of Taehyung’s explanation about the club’s purpose of providing a safe space for us to live out our fantasies, and to open up to explore every sexual prowess that we may have kept restrained in the outside world. Suddenly, going through these measures doesn’t seem too demanding anymore. Because this is just one of the club’s ways of making sure to allow the members to feel safe under their care, allowing them to indulge in their wanton pleasure to their heart’s content without having to worry about their safety.

I can feel _______’s excitement coming out of her whole body, which only increases my own enthusiasm for what is to come. I cannot deny that I am also curious to see what the club may have prepared for us within this section, knowing that these rooms are meant to help us make our wildest fantasies come true.

“The path to my right will lead you back to the main ballroom. It also leads you towards the exit route taking you out of the mansion. I will be here to guide your way once you are done with your time in this section, whether you decide to stay through the rest of the event or if you are planning to end your night after ending your session,” the attendant continues. He speaks so fluently as any guide would, as if he had done this way too many times before. He is not even showing any reaction to the ones we may have been openly showing him as we listened to his words earlier, staying calm as he reads out the remaining rules that we need to follow.

“As stated in the rules that we have given you, I am obliged to remind you that any form of penetrative sex will not be allowed anywhere within this mansion and, more specifically, within the rooms you are about to enter. But you are allowed to perform the direct contacts that the club has allowed and make use of any tools and necessities that we provided for you. During the length of your private session, it is required for you to keep the door partly open. Agreeing to this would mean that you are open to us observing the situation for security measures and the possibility for other guests to observe from outside of the room. However, despite the open-door policy, only you would have the control to decide whether you are open to anyone watching or joining your session once you begin. If you are uncomfortable with the presence of any additional guests or members trying to join your session, there will be an emergency button made available within reach inside the room. Once you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, simply hit the button and our security will come to handle the situation.”

I take a quick glance at my partner, just as she turns to look up at me with a small smile on her lips. There is no need for us to exchange words. All I need to do is look into her eyes, to see the thrill coming out of her gaze which is telling me that she wants to continue further, and that the strict rules and even the open-door policy would not be able to deter her from getting what she needs. After giving her a smile, I turn back to the attendant, letting him know that we both understand and accept the rules. With a quick nod, the attendant steps aside from the counter to let us be on our way.

“There are currently a few rooms available that you can use. Feel free to choose which one of them that may seem fit for your needs. As always, I am also required to remind you not to interrupt any ongoing session should you encounter them.”

With his parting words, we both embark on the next adventure.

Taking her hand in mine, I guide us both to take the path leading towards the line of rooms that have been set up for the private sessions. True to what the attendant had told us, we immediately see a few rooms with a variety of interior settings beyond those doors. We walk past one small living room which is currently occupied by a pair of lovers, a similar one right next to it seems to be empty, yet it doesn’t feel enticing enough for us to step inside.

We walk past a few more rooms—a master bedroom that is being used, two vacant smaller bedrooms, and a drawing room with two masked guests who are caught in the middle of their climax. It feels like an eternity until we can finally catch a glimpse of the end of the hallway. There is still another row of rooms appearing before us, and we take our time looking into each one, not dwelling too long when we come across an occupied room while we try to see if there would be any other room that seems appealing for us to use.

And then, after minutes go by and we walk past two more small bedrooms with no interest in diving in, I finally see it. I come to a halt right in front of a study room that looks awfully familiar to a scene that has been engraved so deeply in my mind.

“What is it?” I hear _____ asking me as I come to a full stop. She is standing by my side, still unable to get a good look at the room with my body getting in the way. After making sure that the room is indeed vacant, I gently pull her towards it.

With my hands on her waist, I turn her to face the study room, and her breath hitches when she sees exactly what I am seeing. “This sure takes us back to that first night, doesn’t it?”

Taking my place behind her, we take a good look around us. The study room is slightly bigger than the one we used during our first encounter, just a bit more spacious than my office, where we finally reunited for our first session outside of the club. We have been using my office for our quick sessions ever since, but it has never been the same. The thrill has always been there, and all the excitement that comes from knowing that we have every possibility in the world to get caught, but our first night would always be too mesmerising to match.

Right across from us stands a set of large windows, rising from floor to ceiling and taking over half of the wall. It allows the lights from outside—the lights coming from the massive garden—to penetrate through, illuminating the room with dim lighting. The only other light we see comes from a couple of table lamps set in different places in the room, eliminating the darkness just enough for us to embrace the feeling of solitude that we both need.

To our left, there is a large wooden desk. Slightly taller and wider than the one we had before that it takes up the space. A high-back armchair with maroon leather covering its cushions is placed right across from it, looking sturdy and strong as it becomes the centerpiece of the entire space before us. The majority of the wall surrounding us is covered by bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling. While more than half of the shelves are filled with books, there is an interesting sight of what seems to be a row of sex toys and tools for us to use.

It feels almost as if they have purposefully prepared this room for us, recreating the scene that I have been replaying inside my head over and over again for the past few months we have spent time together. The only difference is that they have upgraded it to another level by providing us with all the supplies that we can use and play with. My body trembles with excitement, ready to use this chance to play my own fantasy and live out hers to our own pleasure.

“Seems like the club truly knows what we need, after all,” I mutter softly to her, to which she turns to look at me and smile.

“Then how about reliving it again?” she asks me and leans in. Running her fingers down my chest, slipping the delicate tips between the unbuttoned part of my shirt to find my skin, she makes me shudder under her touch. Then she lifts herself up on her tiptoes to whisper, “I’ve always imagined that night, wishing that I could hear your voice and call your name when I make you cum. I know we’ve done this a ton of times after that night, and I can always hear your voice, time and time again, but I still want to make up for that first night we had. Would you do that?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I whisper to her while leaning in close enough that I can almost brush her lips with mine. But I hold myself back, choosing to wait until we are completely alone before I can devour her. Instead, I only lean down, brushing my lips against her ear to add, “It would be a dream come true to see you get off while screaming my name this time around. To know that I’m the one to make you cum, and for the entire club to hear it from your lips.”

I hear her light gasp just as her jaw drops, and I can feel her body shivering just when I pull her to my chest. Her face is still flushed with needs when she pulls back, but she covers it with a smile. “Come on then,” she says, as she turns away with a quick wink.

My heart picks up as I watch her go, knowing what she is up to. My hard-on continues to pulse harder under my pants as she saunters off towards the massive working desk at the other side of the room.

There is something so prolific about this moment, seeing that everything seems to be coming full circle, with us doing this all over again, taking things to the next level while having it inside the replica of our first. And as I settle down on the armchair right across from her, I make a promise to myself to make this whole night worthwhile for both of us, and that tonight will not be an end or a climax to this journey that we have been venturing into together, but a new beginning.

—You—

The tension keeps rolling, growing stronger with each passing second.

You can feel it coming from deep within you, and it is coming out around you in waves.

The anticipation keeps building up as you go.

Your skin feels tight while you make your way across the room. But you keep moving, keeping your eyes on the desk while making sure that your trembling knees would not fail you.

It feels odd to be walking on your own, having been plastered against Jungkook’s side almost all the time you had been here and all the while you were engaging with the event. Even back during the session in the Viewing Room, never once had you ever parted from Jungkook. His arms have always been around you, keeping you close. His warmth became your safety net as you dove straight right into tonight’s wild adventure, and you feel slightly lost without it now once you stepped away from him.

And yet, there is something fluttering within you in its place. A sense of thrill of knowing that, soon enough, you are about to feel another kind of warmth which may engulf you like a flame. It has your chest expanding with hope, while tingles begin to rise on your skin.

After watching everyone else allowing themselves to open up and give in to their wanton needs, now it is finally your time to engage with your own. There is a subtle hum running through your body which comes from the orgasm that he previously gave you. It seems to linger even after time has passed. Instead of waning with time, it simply stays there, reminding you of the pleasure that he could easily give you through his touch, while also prompting you to remember that you have yet to gain enough.

Your desire and need have grown so intense the whole night, that by the time you finally encountered a chance to have your own desire sated in the hands of your partner, his maddening touch could only touch the surface. Despite being enough to give you pleasure, it still leaves behind this burning need which is now clawing at your insides, begging to be relieved. This newfound desire that keeps on brewing becomes the one guiding you as you walk over to the massive wooden desk at the heart of the room, ready to finally have your turn to give in to your wanton need.

And you have your beautiful partner who is ready to guide you every step of the way.

A memory flashes back into your mind as you graze your fingers on the polished wood surface. You barely gave the desk enough attention when you came into the room. While the memory of that first night you shared with Jungkook is slowly beginning to fade, replaced by the new memories that you have been creating with him, you still remember some of the subtle differences from what you have tonight and then.

The desk definitely seems a bit sturdier and stands a bit higher compared to the one you climbed onto then. The surface is wide enough that you can imagine yourself lying on top of it comfortably without any trouble. There is nothing on the desk aside from the small table lamp illuminating the room with its moderate light, placed perfectly on one corner and out of reach. There would be no need for you to move carefully on it like the way you did with the table filled with decorations and writing tools, or the few times you climbed onto Jungkook’s working desk in his office which would often be covered with his paper works.

Your skin flushes as you start thinking back about all of the nefarious nights you shared with Jungkook, chasing your pleasure together and looking at him in the eyes as you were falling into bliss. Those nights have been special. But the one memory that would always send your heart palpitating rather rapidly would be that very first night, when fate had decided to put both of you on the same path and allow you to meet each other.

You suck a deep breath just thinking about it. Deep down, you also realise that reliving that night may not be as easy when various factors are involved. Because unlike then, you have learned not only his name and how he sounds like when he embraces his climax right in front of your eyes, but you have also learned who he is as a person outside of this establishment.

Back then, your chest wouldn’t be filled with butterflies fluttering their wings so wildly just from seeing his gaze and his striking smile, and you haven’t known how amazing his magical touch would feel on your skin to even begin to crave for it. Back then, the pride of knowing that you were the one responsible for pushing him towards the peak of his pleasure had not been accompanied by something else—something like the unfamiliar kind of feeling that you are still unable to put into words with confidence before you could understand where it is coming from. It is the same feeling which had made you feel jealous and slightly territorial as you clung onto Jungkook right at the heart of the event, back when you noticed the eyes following the two of you as you walked across the ballroom without a single glance back at any of them.

Those same delicate flutters return, blooming inside your chest right just then. It draws you to slowly turn around, finding Jungkook looking at you with a deep and intense gaze. He had taken his spot on the armchair, sitting with his back resting on the high backrest and both of his arms resting on his sides, his hands clutching on the front of the armrests.

There is something majestic about him as he is sitting there quietly in this pose.

There is a certain beauty that he is emitting in his silence, while at the same time, he makes it seem like he is holding an invisible power and control without him saying a word. Just like how he has always held power over you each time he guides you to follow his will, and how he has always managed to help you to open up your hidden desire to him with nothing more but his gentle voice.

You remember how you had once called him an adonis, solely from the way he looks and he carries himself. But as time passes, you have learned that he is so much more.

With your eyes on him, you lean back against the desk, palms resting on the edges as you take a good look at your partner while trying your best to calm your nerves. It is hard to keep your composure with him watching every move you are making in complete silence. Even with this distance between the two of you, even though the room appears spacious enough for you to breathe easier, the pressure still feels heavy on you. Instead of feeling intimidated by it, you find courage from looking straight into his eyes, his attentive gaze grounding you to the present. You simply hold on to it, allowing your desire to once again take over.

“We can talk to each other in here, can’t we?” you ask him, keeping your voice low, though it doesn’t seem to do much to stop it from sounding far too loud, your words seem to be bouncing off the walls around you without you intending it to.

The corner of his lips twitches just a bit, as if he is holding back a smile. You can tell that he is in his playful mode, ready to tease you and make you squirm. You are already beginning to feel the latter happening, all because of his gaze that remains unwavering. Being the one standing, it feels as if you are standing right at the center of attention. The desk behind you is about to become your center stage and he is your sole audience.

With a small grin, Jungkook finally nods, not letting the silence linger for too long. “Are you nervous?” he asks you. His voice is soft as he speaks, yet it still draws shivers through your skin.

Yes, that voice.

“A little,” you answer him with a voice that comes out almost as a whisper. “This is different.”

His smile softens. “It definitely is,” he says. A sigh slips out of his lips as he looks at your face, as if trying to find any sign of doubt that isn’t there. “Are you changing your mind?”

You almost scoff at his question, but you simply hold it in and smile. “Not a chance.”

Pressing your palms against the edge of the desk, you push yourself up. It takes some effort to do so, as your weak legs almost fail to adjust to the height. Once you are settled nicely on top of the desk, your heartbeat nearly jumps a few paces faster. Not only because of the height or how exposed you are to his prying eyes, but also for being taken back to that very first night when you sat up like this for him, placing yourself on display.

“What do you remember about that night?” you find yourself asking him, wondering if he still remembers all the same things you do. It has been a while since the last time you ever talked about your first encounter. You had shared a bit of what you remembered when you first started the entire arrangement with Jungkook to have your own sessions outside of the club. The memory has been a little foggy since, but sitting up here on this desk brings back some of the emotions that you were feeling then. “How much do you still remember?”

Jungkook falls silent for a moment. “I still remember a lot of things from then,” he calmly answers. You can see his eyes gradually growing darker as he keeps his gaze on you, as though he is seeing you in the same light as he did on the first night. “You were sitting right on the edge of the desk when I came in. Just like this. I remember that it felt like I was moving under a spell when I first saw you. That night was the very first time I’d ever joined any event from the club, so you can imagine how nervous I had been, how curious I was—” he stops and licks his lips slowly. “—and then there you were, luring me to follow you before I lost my way.”

His smile returns as he seems to be reliving the moment, while you begin to picture that night the way he is seeing it through his eyes. “I remember how nervous I was when I stepped into that room, but at the same time, excited to see where things were going. Seeing you waiting for me while sitting on that desk felt so surreal,” he continues to speak, his eyes looking dreamy as he pictures that night in his head, though he still keeps his gaze on you, never once drifting too far away from the present.

“I remember thinking how beautiful you were, how captivating you looked in that blue dress, how confident and commanding you were, and how hard it was for me to look away from you. All I could see was you. I couldn’t stop admiring how enthralling it was to watch you, taking control of the entire room just by sitting up on that desk, looking like—”

“Like what?”

Jungkook’s chest rises as he takes a deep breath. Then he gives you a sly smile as he answers, “Like an enchantress.”

It is a wonder how he could say something like this so easily, not realising how his words could warm your skin. Returning his smile, you try to keep your composure and begin to speak. “My memory from that night is a bit hazy. I remember being nervous. Probably more than I do now,” you slowly admit to him. “I didn’t know your name yet, but I knew that it was going to be different than what I had before—” you stop and swallow hard before adding. “—before I met you.”

Once again, your face burns hot as you admit this out loud. You can’t really remember if you had told him any of this, but after hearing his honesty, you feel like you owe him yours, especially when he sounded as if he was describing someone else when he talked about how he was seeing you then. “You said that it felt like I was in control of the entire room, but the truth was that I felt like I was completely under your control. You pulled something out of me that I never expected would ever reveal itself.”

Surprisingly, Jungkook only smiles as he hears this. “Then I guess that only means that we were meant to meet each other. Because that’s what you do to me,” he says. Even when he makes no move as he speaks, the gentle look in his eyes can already show you how much he means every word.

It still doesn’t stop you from wanting to ask him, “Has anything changed since then? Or do you ever wish that we could go back in time, back when the mystery was still a part of this?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Why would I? I already told you once, that the image of you that I had created in my head serves no justice compared to the real you.”

Your cheeks grow hot at his compliment. The heat seems to travel down, lingering inside your chest for a brief moment before it begins travelling all the way down south. This sensation is new, another one that you find quite amusingly affecting you like everything else that you have encountered tonight for the first time. Sucking a deep breath, you try to qualm the subtle throb appearing beneath your lower abdomen.

“You’re flattering me,” you murmur softly, while he wears a pride smile, as if he knows how much you enjoy his praises.

“Shouldn’t I be?” he teasingly whispers. “You deserve it.”

His words of praises bring up a sense of enlightenment, strengthening all the emotions that are being brought back to life from talking about the first night, where all of this had started. It also helps your confidence to grow tenfold, along with your secret desire. Reclaiming the same presence of mind as what you had back then, you straighten up your back and steady yourself on the high desk before kicking your heels off.

Jungkook’s eyes lighten up as he watches your fancy shoes fall on the carpeted floors with soft thuds. As if he wants to match you and play it fair, he leans forward and slowly starts taking his suit jacket off, all while shaking his head and grinning at you. You say nothing as you watch. You shouldn’t be so mesmerised by such a simple act, but it is hard not to ogle and admire him when you can see his chest and arms flexing under his shirt. He leans back after putting his suit away, and the moment his gaze returns to your face, it grows darker with lust, igniting your own to promptly come to play.

“Shall we start it the way we did that night, then?” you ask him, and Jungkook gladly nods his head.

“Yes, I suppose we should,” he says. “But just like always, I want to hear everything. I want to hear your voice when you touch yourself, I want to know what you are feeling and what you want from me.” Jungkook stops to run his gaze down your body. His eyes appear much darker with his mask framing his deep gaze, and you can almost feel his perusal gaze grazing on your skin like delicate fingers, making you shudder without him even touching you.

His eyes return to your face. As if on cue, his undivided attention serves as a silent command. Returning his gaze, you slowly part your legs for him. The hem of your dress rises up higher the wider you spread your legs, and the constant throbbing within your core seems to intensify as you slowly expose yourself to his eyes.

You start running your hands down your body, reaching down and pulling the hem of your dress all the way up until it reaches beneath your hips. Jungkook continues to follow your movement with his eyes. The hunger you see from them seems to grow stronger and darker as you begin to trace the inner side of your thighs with the tips of your fingers, making your way up to your covered center.

Your body quivers slightly when you gently graze across your silky undergarment. The fabric feels damp, soaked with your release and arousal. You feel them with your fingers for a moment before finding your clit from over your thin panties. Your rosebud is still swollen after all the sinful things that he did with his fingers earlier, and you begin to mimic what he did to you, rubbing and circling on your clit until your pleasure comes awake.

“My panties are still wet,” you whisper to him, surprising yourself when your voice comes out breathless and slightly hoarse, all because of your own touch. But you also realise that your body has already become so sensitive ever since the beginning of the night, and his sinful act to grant you release had only intensified it further.

“Did I do that to you?” he asks you with a grin on his face, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Yes, you did. I’m still so sensitive down here too,” you answer him with a soft moan, sounding almost breathless as you press your fingers onto your wet panties and dip them between your folds. Almost immediately, your legs begin to quiver, and not even the distance you have between you could hide it.

“Do you want me to touch you again?”

His offer draws another moan out of you. “Yes—” you whisper to him just as you imagine having his fingers replace yours. Recalling his touch only pushes you to press harder into yourself, and you are unable to hold back the gasp that comes out from the sensation erupting through it. “But I want more than just your fingers.”

You can hear a faint groan coming out of his throat right before he mutters deeply, “A little more patience, baby.” His gaze travels down just as you begin to roll your fingers over your covered clit. You wonder if he can see just how much you have been affected by him, or how soiled your dark panties have become through the dim lighting surrounding you. Jungkook doesn’t make a move to try to look closer, but he unintentionally answers your question when he gently demands, “Take it off. Let me see how wet I made you earlier.”

His gentle command snaps something inside you. It brings back all the emotions that you felt watching the scene back in the Viewing Room. And, admittedly, you are not too surprised to find how much it excites you.

Grabbing the hem of your dress, you pull it up the rest of the way, peeling it off of your body and tossing it to the floor before you. Something seems to spark in Jungkook’s eyes once you are done. Not even the dimly lit room could hide the hunger in his eyes as he takes in the sight of you sitting there with nothing more but your undergarments and your intricate mask on.

“I hope you don’t mind. I was feeling rather hot in that dress.”

Jungkook merely chuckles. He always seems both taken aback and amused each time you tease him this way, and you find joy in bringing this reaction out of him. “And why would I mind when I can see more of you? I just wish I had been the one to rip that dress off of you,” he says with a voice that sounds so deep it makes your body tremble. “Would you want that?”

You bite your lips and swallow down your moan as it threatens to come out. The vivid image of him doing it fills your head, and you will be damn to deny it from happening. “Yes—” you whisper breathlessly, drawing a knowing smile to his face. It seems like a simple gesture, yet you feel completely exposed under his gaze. As if he had just read your mind and knew exactly what you were thinking. “But that’s not a part of what we’re doing tonight, is it?”

Jungkook smiles. “No, it’s not,” he replies softly. His eyes flicker down to your legs. “Show me.”

With his command, you slowly scoot backwards, giving enough space for you to lift one of your legs up with your heel perched on the edge of the desk. Spreading your legs wide apart for him, you lean back, propping yourself on one hand on your back as you move the other hand to reach down between your legs. You glance down as you start running your fingers over your soiled panties, the stain barely visible on the dark fabric, but it is there, present, subtly showing itself. Wanting him to have a look, you angle yourself to allow the light coming from the desk lamp to help show it to him.

“Can you see how much of a mess you made of me?”

A groan can be heard coming from him, and that is how you know that he can see it too. “I don’t suppose it would be comfortable to be wearing that for the rest of the night.”

“No, it wouldn’t be,” you coyly reply to him, your voice trembling as you press against the wet spot, putting pressure right over it until you feel a pulse rising. Instead of taking your panties off just like he wants you to, you keep rubbing yourself and pressing down on your pulsing pussy, gasping at how good it feels, how easy it is to light up the sparks by touching yourself and have him watching closely.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks. He sounds amused, but you can tell that he is getting impatient, even though he also seems to enjoy watching you playing with yourself. Slowly, you can also see the signs that it is starting to put an impact on him too. You can see it in the way he is clutching the ends of the armrests, his knuckles seem tense as he holds himself back, while his chest quiver with every breath that he takes to calm himself. Oh, and there is also the delightful sight of a tent growing on his crotch, his erection trying to make itself known from under his fancy trousers.

“Maybe I am,” you tease him as you continue rolling your fingers over your covered slit, pressing harder until your body shivers under your touch. Your fingers may not be enough to give you the pleasure that you are searching for, not after knowing what kind of pleasure his hands would be able to give you, but doing this with his dark gaze looking so intense as he captures everything only intensifies the sensation that you are feeling. And you enjoy teasing him just as much as he does doing it to you, putting him on the edge before you would give him what he truly wants.

“Really, now? You’re going to ruin those panties if you keep playing with it,” he says with a voice that seems to grow deeper and heavier with his hunger. Then his eyes rise up to meet your gaze, and you feel that hunger penetrating through you from where he is sitting now. “What if I come over there and rip those panties off myself?”

His words draw a gasp out of you, but you hold it in and feign ignorance as you tease him in return, “You wouldn’t.”

A sly grin appears on his face. “Are you challenging me, baby?”

Biting your lips, you refuse to respond to his question. Instead, you slip your panties aside, exposing your soaking folds hidden underneath. The touch of the cold breeze on your sensitive skin draws out your moan before you even begin to touch yourself. You watch him dragging his tongue across his lips the moment he sees you parting your folds, as if he wants to have a taste.

“Can you see better this way?” you question him teasingly, loving how he immediately reacts to it. A tight clench of his jaw becomes more visible, while his eyes seem to grow sharper.

“It’s starting to get a bit clearer,” he says. His voice sounds rough and tight, fading into a deep groan the moment he sees you slipping a finger past the thin fabric and right between your folds.

“I’m still so sensitive right here, Jungkook. I can still feel your fingers inside me,” you call out to him, moaning deeply as your finger sinks deeper into your pussy. Your muscles clench around the digit, pulsing wildly against it as you continue to push your way inside, reaching deeper, until your legs begin to quiver over the desk.

“Fuck, baby. Stop teasing me,” he groans, sounding more and more desperate, his patience wearing thin. There is also some tension in his voice that makes you wonder if he would suddenly take over control should you push him further.

“How about you make this fair? Strip down for me and I’ll hand you these panties,” you whisper to him, moaning between each word as you start stroking your finger in and out of your tight pussy as you were speaking. Still so sensitive, each stroke you give yourself is already enough to stir the sparks of pleasure back alive. You can feel it swirling from your core and all over your body, the minor spasms of your orgasm already making their presence known. Even if you have yet to bury the digit too deep. “Hurry before I cum.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and shakes his head, yet he still does as you say. “You’re such a tease,” he murmurs while he begins unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off of his chest. “You love being a little brat, don’t you?”

Once again, his words and his commanding tone are affecting you in a way that seems to shove you right towards the edge. There is a silent urge brewing inside you to delve into this further, but you try to push it to the back of your mind, for now, while you focus on the present. And it isn’t too hard to bring your attention back when your eyes find him again. With his shirt falling onto the floor, Jungkook leans back in his seat, his bare chest and hot skin fully on display. This time, you become the one with the urge to reach out to him, to run your fingers down his chest, through the hard lines of his abs that have always managed to steal your breath away and all the inkwork that he normally hides from plain sight.

You distract yourself from it by playing along with him, asking him coyly, “Are you going to punish me?”

“Maybe I should. But we can get to that later,” he answers with a hum, looking almost distractedly with his eyes locked on your hand, completely mesmerised at what you are doing to yourself. Not once have you stopped moving your hand, pushing your delicate finger in and out of you even when your mind circles around the newfound desire slowly unravelling inside you.

Without another word, Jungkook rises from his seat. He seems to be completely entranced, still not looking away even as he reaches down to his belt and begins pulling it off. He proceeds to kick off his pants and shoes off, never once losing his composure as he does it, while you take this moment to admire the way his muscles flex and stretch as he strips down to his boxer briefs, as if he is giving you a small show to reciprocate the show that you have been presenting him. Once he is done, he sits back down and leans back on his seat, spreading his legs, letting you have a clear view of the hard bulge poking from beneath his briefs. “Does this make it fair enough for you?”

Even when it is still covered, the sight of his erection is enough to make your mouth water. It forces you to bite back the moan that comes pushing through your throat, while your hand begins to move slower, losing its pace when you are slowly losing your composure. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you answer him with a small smile, “I guess it’ll do,” drawing a soft chuckle from him.

“Now, take those off and throw them at me,” Jungkook commands you while tipping his chin, pointing at your flimsy panties. “If I can’t have a good look from up close, I think I deserve to have a taste and feel how hot you are feeling.”

His words act like a spell and you are enchanted to comply to his wish.

With a stifled gasp, you push your finger into your pussy for one last time, going deeper this time. You moan loudly at how good it feels to rub against your sweet spot, but stop yourself before it gets too much. The slick sound of your arousal fills the room as you pull your hand away. A soft cry follows the emptiness you feel when your finger slips out, all wet and coated with your release. Hands trembling, you drop your leg from the desk and lift up your hips to make it easier for you to peel the thin fabric down your hips. With Jungkook’s gaze on you, you decide to put on a little show for him, taking it slow as you peel your panties down your legs, testing his patience just a bit further.

“I’m waiting,” Jungkook scolds you teasingly, and you quickly grab your panties before they fall to the floor and toss it his way. Already waiting for it, Jungkook catches it so easily in his hand. He somehow does it with grace, leaving you completely speechless, nearly breathless even, that you can barely react when he brings the thin fabric up to his nose. With a deep hum, he breathes in deeply, and you can feel tingles rising between your legs, as if he is taking in your scent straight from its source.

“Should we relive all of our firsts tonight?” he asks you with a soft groan, his eyes fluttering close briefly as he breathes in your scent once again. “I remember when you first did this with me. I was surprised to see how bold you became once we were alone, back when we had our first arrangement in my office.”

You bite your lips as you recall that night. While it had been the first night you shared outside of the club, the night that eventually started this arrangement—or, relationship, if you can call whatever is happening between you as such—that you have with him, it wouldn’t be the only night when you found your confidence and became more daring in revealing your carnal desire. But it has always happened only when you were with him, either back then or now. He has always been the one to draw it out of you, and he has always been able to keep up by giving you what you need.

“You wouldn’t let me touch you then,” he says with a grin while he is still playing with your soiled panties in his hand.

Thinking about all the rules that you have created then, you cannot help feeling self-conscious about it that you can only give him a bashful smile. “I didn’t want to lose my self-control so soon, not when we were just beginning to get to know each other and when neither of us had been sure about where things were heading.” You never regretted placing so many rules and boundaries back then, when your agenda had been about keeping yourself safe from harm, as you had yet to get a chance to know Jungkook aside from what you had seen through the club’s sessions. Though there had been moments when you wished that you hadn’t let your insecurities take control.

He falls silent, as if he is considering something. “Have you ever regretted this, letting things go this far?”

“Not even for a second,” you answer him without losing a beat, even though his question still caught you by surprise. It was as if he could sense where your thoughts have been wandering off to while thinking about how everything started. “Have you?”

A gentle smile comes to his face. “Every moment we shared had felt like a part of a utopian dream coming true. I would never trade it for anything,” he immediately answers. “You’re the only one who knows how to bring out the best part of me.”

“And you are the reason why I’m always able to open up this way,” you admit to him. Your skin feels warm, both from your own honesty and from hearing him admit that you have a hand in his part in showing his desire to you. The pride you are feeling from it only makes your desire to burn hotter. You suddenly feel the urge to show him more, to draw out his desire to match yours.

Reaching back, you unclasp your bra and gently peel it off of your body, exposing your breasts as you toss it away, letting it fall right where your dress has landed. You lock your gaze with his as you move your hands up, tracing up your torso, rising goosebumps all over your skin with the touch of your fingers. His gaze follows, his eyes dilating the moment you reach the mounds of your breasts.

You squeeze and knead on your soft flesh, and Jungkook hisses, “That’s it, baby.” His drawled-out voice pushes you to do more, and you begin kneading, pressing, rubbing, fingers tweaking at your nipples until they grow hard under your touch. Clutching your panties tightly in one hand, Jungkook moves the other hand down, cupping his covered cock and gently rubbing himself while he is enjoying the show.

Shivers run through your body when it starts to feel good to have your hands playing with the sensitive parts of your body. Slowly getting lost in the pleasure, you lean back on the desk, once again spreading your legs open for him, moaning as your pussy starts throbbing wildly. The short break seems to have allowed the heat and pulses to wane down for a moment and it feels like you had just brought them back, and they are coming with a vengeance now that you are completely bare, with nothing covering your skin.

“Do you want to see me touching myself down there again?” you ask Jungkook with a teasing tone in your voice, though you cannot hold back the tremble that comes out when you have to stop yourself from rocking your hips over the desk, just to tame the violent pulses rising from your core.

“Fuck, yes,” Jungkook hisses out. His hips jerk against his own palm that is still covering his clothed erection. “Let me see you fucking your fingers for me until you’re completely drenched.”

You let a soft moan slip through your lips. “I want to see you—” you whisper to him, gasping between the tweak of your nipples and the gentle brush you give your abused nubs right after. “I want to do it while watching you.”

Jungkook takes one last sniff of your panties, drawing your moan as he seems to take pleasure from doing it, and then he lets the fabric drop onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He barely leaves his seat as he pulls down his boxer briefs with jerky motions, almost as if he wants to rip them apart just to get rid of them and continue this further.

His cock immediately springs out. His thick, fully engorged flesh bobs and twitches for a moment, looking hard, stiff, and ready, and incredibly enticing that you are forced to bite back a moan. With his fingers formed into a ring, he wraps them around his rigid girth, making sure not to obstruct your view from his mouthwatering cock with his big hand. Your pussy pulses right the moment he begins stroking himself slowly, using light strokes just to keep himself hard for you.

Keeping one hand on your breast, still playing with your nipple, you let the other one makes its descent, slipping between your legs. You push your fingers down, sliding between your slit. You linger there for a moment, toying with the wetness that has been building up, and then pull back, spreading your folds so he could see your swollen clit more clearly.

Jungkook moans loudly. His hand begins to stroke at a jerky pace, though still not strong or fast enough to get him off too soon. “Fuck, baby. Look at you. Did I do that?”

“Yes, you did,” you whisper, moving your fingers around your clit in circles, gasping each time you brush against it and when your body is shaken with the pleasure that rises with each touch. “I don’t think I would last long if you touch me again.”

Jungkook grins. A muted groan slips from his throat as he gives himself a couple of hard strokes while listening to you talk. The way he is gripping himself makes you wonder if he is thinking about it too—about placing his hands on you, to be replacing your dainty fingers with his so you can feel his vigorous touch and fill the emptiness growing between your legs.

“You liked it, didn’t you? You enjoyed being fucked with my fingers while there were people around us doing the same thing. Did it make you feel hot, worrying that people might see what I was doing to you and catch you having an orgasm so openly, right next to them?”

You can see him slowly increasing his pace as he speaks, still keeping the pressure he is giving to himself light but allowing the strokes to rise just a bit faster. Meanwhile, your eyes flutter close as the images you had seen earlier come flashing back into your mind. You suddenly see yourself back in the Viewing Room, unravelling into bliss with the help of his sinful hands. You remember the tension you felt, the way your body erupts into a sudden climax while you had your eyes on the beautiful pair performing beyond the glass, and your entire body rocks, just like it did before, while your mouth falls open to a breathless cry when a sudden wave of pleasure washes over you.

“Do it for me. Touch yourself again. Use your fingers the way I did it to you.”

His command makes you feel hot, almost making you moan and cry just from hearing it. You lean back, pressing your palm on the desk to steady yourself as you once again raise one leg over the desk, opening yourself to him. The moment your hand returns to your center, you feel even more exposed than before. It makes you feel hypersensitive to your own touch that your body shudders intensely the moment you reach down, tenderly touching your wet folds with your trembling hand.

Sinking your finger back into your soft, wet pussy, you give your slick folds a tug to part them open and push deeper, before adding another finger between the slow strokes you are giving yourself. Having two fingers sliding in and out of you feels good, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. So you pull them out, carrying your slickness out with you, coating your fingers entirely to make them wet, then add the third digit on your way back in.

You welcome the pleasure rising from your core with a slow moan, loving the way you are filled, marvelling at the pleasant way your pussy is pulsing and clenching around your fingers as you slide them in and out. The sensation feels—incredible. And it is heightened further when you open your eyes, catching Jungkook watching you playing with yourself with a deep, intense gaze.

Jungkook keeps one hand clutching the armrest beside him. His knuckles grow tense as he holds on tightly, while his other hand is moving, stroking his own cock in the same rhythm as your hand as you are pleasuring yourself right before his eyes. You feel completely exposed, naked in the sense that you are absolutely bare in his eyes. And not only physically, when you are baring your soul and desire to him. Stripped down until he can see your wanton needs. The way he seems to be matching up to your speed allows you to believe that he is ready to join you as he unravels his own desire to you.

“Tell me what you are feeling,” he suddenly inquires you when you feel tight in your throat with your bubbling moans. His voice is tense, his chest is quivering as he does his best to steady his breath, and his strokes are steady, yet he still has his full attention on you, making sure not to miss anything as you openly embrace the pleasure you are feeling.

You take a deep breath and try to control your own breath, even if it seems futile when your heart is thrumming a bit faster in your chest. “It feels—good. So good,” you answer him with a whimper, already feeling the height of your pleasure brewing with only a few slow strokes.

“Are you going to come with your own hand? Or do you need me to help you with it?”

“I—” you gasp softly, unable to form words. Seems like your brain had just stopped functioning properly, when the sensation you are feeling seems to be growing, a bit too intense and too fast, while the memory from his sinful deeds isn’t allowing you to think clearly. And then Jungkook pushes you further, knowing that you are lost in your thoughts, lost in your desire and the memory of his touch, by bringing you back to the moment when you unravelled a new desire that had been secretly buried inside you.

“Was it seeing the other woman in pain while I was finger fucking you that made you go off?”

The image of the submissive woman returns to you right at that moment. And as you picture her wailing in her pleasure, her body rocking into her final climax while giving in to the painful sensation that was given to her, it triggers your pussy to throb more intensely around your digits, spasming wildly while reliving the climax that you experienced from watching it happening right before your eyes.

“Yeah—” you hiss at the way your body is reacting just by thinking about it, before finally admitting out loud, “Yes, it was.” Your heart begins pounding loudly the moment the truth comes out. Admitting it with words only makes it feel more real, and you are surprised by how liberating it feels to reclaim it, to admit that you had indeed enjoyed watching an act of dominant play being enacted the way it did. Never once in your life had you ever expected that watching such a scene could turn you on. And you definitely did not expect to feel so hot from imagining yourself taking her place, to be restrained while pain is inflicted upon your body, and to feel so much pleasure from it.

“Would you let me do that to you?”

Your chest flutters. If there had been any sliver of doubt about him understanding your newfound desire and your curiosity, it has certainly gone now. Not only are you feeling completely validated when he seems intrigued more than he is repulsed by it, the fact that he is offering to be the one to do it with you means a lot to you. Perhaps more than he would ever realise. “I’ve never thought of delving into it before. But I’d like to try it with you.”

“Why not now?” Jungkook offers, smiling as he speaks. Then his gentleness slowly turns, and a stern look appears on his face when he instructs you, “Show me what you want me to do to you.”

A rush of thrill swells and washes over your body. Instead of feeling nervous about venturing into this new form of pleasure, you feel delighted to be given a chance to delve into it, albeit only a small part of it. And even if Jungkook is staying in the distance, and his hands wouldn’t be the ones to introduce it to you, his gaze and constant commands are enough to guide you through it. With your legs remain spread widely, his eyes focused solely on you to see everything that you are doing, you no longer feel like you are simply putting up a show for him. There is something more present, something that is invisible but binding you to him.

Focusing on the way your body is reacting to his voice, you give your pussy a couple more strokes before pulling out. After rubbing your clit a few more times, you pull on your delicate flesh, pinching it until you can feel the pain building, pulsing, and then you let it grow as you pinch harder instead of releasing it. Crying softly, you embrace the pain until it slowly turns to pleasure. You let go right before your orgasm arrives, only to then yourself a slap, landing perfectly right at the mouth of your pussy, and your core responds with a tight pulse.

“Oh—!” you cry out when the mix of pain and pleasure wash over you, while a faint gasp can be heard from Jungkook.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s—new,” you answer him, unable to explain this new sensation you are feeling. The pain is still pulsing, while your pussy seems to be throbbing even harder.

“Do it again,” he strictly orders you.

Spreading your legs as wide as possible, you reach down once again to spank at your pussy, making sure that he gets a good view of it. You do it once, and then twice when Jungkook’s rough whisper commands you, “Again,” and you keep going as he keeps ordering you to, again and again, alternating between aiming at your slit, at the slick entrance or your pussy, then you give a few more slaps right at your clit. The last one draws out the sound of your cries and sends pain all over your body, but each time the pain wanes down, pleasure immediately comes to take its place.

Jungkook notices how your cries are growing into low moans, and he begins to command you to start doing it faster, until the slapping sounds become constant, filling the entire room, mixing with the sounds that you are making as you turn from gasping, crying, to moaning loudly.

Waves after waves of pleasure rush through you with each impact, rocking through your body so intensely that you are almost blinded by the sensation. Your eyes are almost closed, your mind is a bit muddled, high and overwhelmed with the rush of sensations washing over your body. It pulls your attention away from him, allowing you to fail to notice it when Jungkook rises from his seat to make his way to you.

—Jungkook—

I move carefully, rising from the seat while she is far lost in bliss to notice me.

Her eyes being closed and her focus blurred by the sensation that she is revelling in become a blessing in disguise. This way, she wouldn’t be able to see how my knees are almost losing their strength, shaking as I slowly walk closer to her. She doesn’t even realise that she has started rocking her hips, pressing her cunt onto the desk as she keeps grinding on it.

The urge to clamp my hand over my cock is biting at me so strongly, but I hold myself the best I can. There is no way I’m going to let myself come to climax so soon, something that would no doubt happen if I rush things. I have been so close to the edge since the moment she started taunting me. Memories of our past sessions became the catalyst, as my body immediately recalled everything that it had gone through during those times with her.

And then she had to open up about this new interest she had just discovered. I could already sense her curiosity when she seemed so intrigued, a bit enthralled by the scene that we witnessed earlier. I knew already that there was something about the idea of pain that pushed her over the edge. I felt it when she unravelled so beautifully when I was fucking her with my fingers, all while she watched with inquisitive eyes how the masked sub fell over into her climax. I was just as entranced as she was as I watched everything, admiring her embracing her pleasure after enduring pain that was so intense, yet so remarkable at the same time. It piqued my curiosity as much as it did hers. Knowing that she needs this, I want to be there with her as we figure out if this is something that would work for us both.

I look down once I am standing right in front of her. The distinct scent of her arousal wafts through me. The area between her legs that are now quivering violently on the desk has become a complete mess, yet looks delectable at the same time. Her clit is swollen, her mound is flaring after enduring the impacts from her own palm, and she is completely wet, drenched with her sweet arousal that makes me lick my lips just by seeing it.

I stroke my cock slowly, light touch grazing along the length, from the base to almost reaching the tip. I know that I’ll be able to keep myself hard just by looking at her, but I simply cannot resist touching myself while watching her.

“Again,” I urge her, and another slap lands on her pussy, her clit popping out of her folds. She raises her hand one more time, ready to follow my next order, but judging from the way her body is shaking and how she is rolling her hips faster on the desk, I can tell that she is close. I cannot allow that.

It’s time to change the pace.

“Stop,” I gently tell her, and she comes to an abrupt stop. Her body is still shaking, and so are her legs. I reach out with one hand, settling a tender touch on her thigh to draw her attention to me.

She jolts in shock the moment she feels my touch. With a gasp, she opens her eyes, which immediately grow wide when she sees me standing there.

“Were you trying to cum before I’m telling you to?”

She bashfully shakes her head. “N-no, I wasn’t,” she says, obviously lying about it when I can see her hips twitching, nearly convulsing.

I let out a chuckle. “We’re only beginning and you’re already acting like a little brat,” I tease her, acting like I am scolding her for misbehaving while running my hand up her thigh. She stifles a gasp, either from the way I am touching her, coming near to the mess that she has caused herself, or perhaps she is affected by my words. Closing in to her center, I rub my thumb across the wetness that has run down the apex of her thigh. Her hips jolt slightly under my touch, and I stop myself from going further.

“Touch yourself. Gently this time. Use your fingers to rub away the pain,” I instruct her, and she gleefully follows my words. With the same hand that she used to spank her own pussy, she begins rubbing herself. I watch closely as her delicate fingers move across her folds, going around and in between, coming through her slit, and then moving upward to find her clit.

Soft moans and light gasps keep coming out of her lips, and she begins rocking her hips again. Only this time, she begins to lightly grind against her own hand as she keeps touching herself. Though she still stops herself from pushing her fingers into her cunt, almost as if she is waiting for me to give her the command to do it.

“Does it feel good?” I ask her as I keep stroking my cock, and her eyes move downward as the steady movement of my hand grabs her attention. She absentmindedly nods her head, and I touch her chin with my free hand to gently lift her face so she would look at me. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, it’s no longer painful,” she says, almost whimpering.

“Do you want to feel something inside you? My cock? My fingers?” To my words, she reacts instantly with light gasps, already letting me know her answers before she could say a word. She starts nodding, only to remember that she is supposed to express her needs with words.

“Yes, I want you inside me, Jungkook.”

“Use your fingers first,” I tell her as I slowly let her go. “Fuck yourself with your fingers. Let me see how you want it.”

She says nothing in return, but her eyes seem to gloss over. I look down just then, and watch how her fingers disappear between her pussy lips, slowly sinking into herself until a few knuckles are buried inside. She squirms over the desk, giving herself some time to let the discomfort pass before she begins thrusting. In and out those fingers come. Disappearing into the depth of her pussy for a moment, rocking her body when she gets deep, then reappearing with her juice coating the digits when she pulls them out.

It doesn’t take long for her to find the right pace, her own slickness making it easier for her to move her hand. The tantalising sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her slick pussy echo through the room, and I once again match her pace with my own as I continue stroking my cock. I watch her body growing tense, quite obvious to me that she is stopping herself from rocking her hips when it is clear that she has the urge to. Staying true to my role in this little play we are having, I lean down to give her the permission that she has secretly been waiting to hear.

“Fuck your hands for me, baby. Touch your clit and rub away the pain,” I groan to her when her hips immediately begin rocking, grinding against her own hand as her thrusts grow faster. With two fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, she moves her thumb and rubs it over her clit. She starts gently, rubbing it tenderly as if she is soothing it from the throbbing pain that might still linger, and it only ignites the shudder that comes over her right after. Just when her eyes are fluttering close, my own hips begin to move, fucking my own hand in slow strokes while I am mesmerised at the sight of her embracing her pleasure. “That’s it. Beautiful.”

As if my words snapped something inside her, she pushes her fingers deeper, crying out loudly when her body begins shaking. Her muscles grow tense. Her mouth falls open, yet there is no sound coming out except for the gasps getting caught in her throat. I can see the signs of her orgasm coming, and I lightly strike her inner thigh with the same hand that has been running up and down her skin, hoping that it would snap her right out of it before she would plunge into climax.

“Stop,” I command her, and she comes to a halt. Her eyes fall open. She falls silent for a moment, as if she is struggling to process my order. Her glossy eyes meet mine, and she stops everything to wait for my next instruction to follow. “You were close, weren’t you? Did you really think that you deserved to cum already?”

Whimpering softly, she slowly shakes her head. “No, I wasn’t trying to—”

Her voice fades to a soft moan as her body slightly shivers, a small consequence of being denied its release. “Show me your hand,” I whisper, and I look down to see her pulling her fingers out gently. Her digits and her palm are glistening with her juice, looking so delectable that I am dying for a taste. But I want her to have it first before I can have my fill. “Taste yourself. Just like how you did it for me that night.”

Her eyes grow wide at what I am asking her to. Her hunger shows up as clear as day when she realises what I am actually asking, and she brings her trembling hand up to her lips. She keeps her eyes on me the entire time as her tongue slips out and she begins lapping at her release, starting from her wet palm, then moving to one of her fingers. She licks along the length of her digit before putting the entire thing into her mouth, putting on a show as she sucks it clean, hollowing her cheeks as she is doing it and humming at her own taste. My cock immediately twitches in my palm just as I picture her taking it inside her mouth instead.

“Leave a taste for me, baby,” I nearly beg her. “You never gave me the pleasure of tasting you back then.”

She moans softly and slowly pulls her finger out, then gives her hand to me so I can suck the other finger still coated with her sweet nectar. I gently grab her wrist and bring her hand to me, capturing her wet finger with my mouth and start sucking. I start from the base, pressing my tongue along the length until I reach the tip. I keep my eyes on her the entire time, not missing the way her chest is heaving while I am sucking her, or how her mouth falls open while I am savouring her taste.

She tastes—sweet, irresistible, and lovely. Her distinct scent fills my senses, and I know that I just cannot get enough. I don’t let her go once I am done, keeping my hold on her wrist as I slide her finger out of my mouth and bring it down, all the way down, and slowly guide her to wrap that soft hand of hers around my cock.

“That’s it. Touch me, baby. Wrap your fingers around me,” I urge her, my words growing deeper when she covers the length of my cock with her hand. She could barely wrap her fingers around my entire width, but her touch is already enough to make me grow hot.

I put my hand over hers, covering her grip with mine as my other arm moves around her waist, steadying her up on the desk so she wouldn’t fall back. She has been using her other hand to stay up, with her palm pressed over the desk to prop herself up, and it trembles lightly in my hold when I lift it up from the desk and bring it up to my shoulder.

“Hold on to me so you won’t fall.”

Following my instruction, she places her arm over my shoulder, bringing her body up and closer to me so that her bare breasts almost brush against my chest. Drawn by their softness, I run my hand down her chest, grazing down the mounds and to the underside of her breasts. I give her a light massage on one breast, feeling its weight on my palm before I run my fingers to the tip, finding her nipple to give her a light pinch. Her hips move on the desk, reacting to the rush that I may have given her, and I take it as a cue to do the same with the other breast, playing and pinching its nipple until she lets out a whimper.

I don’t linger there for too long, already have my own plans on how to let things proceed. I run my hands down her torso, going south and beyond, until I reach her parted legs. She still has one leg folded up on the desk, and I know that this position cannot possibly be comfortable for her. Taking the other leg, I gently raise it up, then guide her to fold it and rest her heel on the edge of the desk.

There is a hint of fear sparkling in her eyes. There is no doubt that this position makes her feel vulnerable and exposed. Looking straight into her eyes, I reassure her to submit her control to me, for her to allow me to anchor her as long as she is willing to.

“I won’t let you fall back, I promise. Just hold my shoulder tighter.”

Slowly, she opens up to the idea of giving me full control of the situation, giving me her full trust that I would be strong enough to hold her up to me. She shifts a little on the desk, centering herself on top of it until she finds the right angle that makes her feel more comfortable. I am nearly hovering over her body at this point, but I remain in position, not moving until I know that she is ready.

The moment she looks up at me and once I feel her body no longer tense, her hold on my cock returns while her grip on my shoulder steadies itself, and I know that she is ready for things to continue. I lean down, kissing her forehead to show her that I am grateful and proud of her, a move that makes her flush beneath me. I can even almost hear her heartbeat racing.

But I pay no mind to any of them, as I move my hand back down, finding her slick folds. I begin rubbing my fingers on and around her folds, using the wet mess that she had given herself to find ease as I move towards her slit. I part her folds, sliding my fingers to find her pussy entrance. Her heat envelopes me, while the thrums of her pulse rise around my digits when I gently press, sliding the tips of my fingers to part my way in.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I whisper to her in a stern voice, looking deep into her eyes as I slowly slide my fingers into her hot pussy, entering her and start thrusting.

—You—

You feel full. Much fuller with his fingers buried deep inside you. No matter how good it felt when you touched yourself, it was nothing compared to this.

Your imagination fell short of the pleasure that he is giving you now. And he is relentless in his fucking. Wasting no time to pick up his pace, each thrust of his fingers feels so fierce, so vigorous, as if he is trying to show you what would happen if he buries his cock deep inside you.

Once he finds a steady pace, Jungkook moves his thumb, brushing it against your abused clit. It sends an immediate shockwave throughout your body, leaving you gasping and tensing as you try your best not to climax before he allows you to.

“Jungkook!” you gasp out when it happens again. This time, your muscles clamp down around his digits, ready to claim your release. But only moments before it happens, Jungkook pulls out his fingers, throwing you off when the rising spasms in your core come back down.

Whining, you open your eyes to protest, while Jungkook merely grins. “Told you not to cum before I let you. Besides, seems to me like you’re forgetting something,” he says tauntingly as he tightens his grip around your hand, pressing your palm around his twitching cock that demands your attention.

His cock reacts with a pulse once you focus on it, and your hand simply begins to move, back and forth along his length with slow, tentative strokes until he lets out a soft hum. Your action draws another pulse coming from the base of his cock, so you just keep going, slowly adding more pace while he guides you to keep the pressure steady. Soon enough, you begin to see his reactions—his eyes drooping close, his clenching jaws, his ragged breaths, all the signs that you are doing a good job in reciprocating the magic that he had done to your body.

You look up at his face just as he opens his eyes. His gaze is filled with lust and admiration, and you easily find yourself getting lost in it. Gazes locked on each other, and you continue to stroke his cock with differing maneuvers. From light and airy, changing hard and strong at the next turn. His hips start to sway while your grip continues moving up and down his length, as if he is fucking into your hand.

Just when you expect him to ask you to give him more, he brings his other hand up, showing you the wet digits that are slowly drying, though the sight of your arousal and release are still visible. He doesn’t look away when he slips those fingers into his mouth, sucking them with pure hunger emitting from his eyes. The sight of him tasting your release coaxes you to give him more, and without delay, you change the pace and start rapidly pumping his sex.

“Ah, _______! Babe,” he grunts out, looking about ready to explode in your hand judging from the way his muscles are growing tighter. Even the pulses rushing through the veins in his cock seem to intensify.

But right before he allows himself to embrace his climax, he leans back down, reaching between your legs and starts rubbing you gently, right where you are sensitive and pulsing with the need for release. His fingers that had just been sucked clean are instantly coated once more with your dripping arousal as he grazes your folds. He dips those fingers between your slit, drawing the sound of your wetness, and then uses your slick release to slide his way in.

Once his fingers are completely buried inside you, Jungkook continues where he left off. He matches the pace of your strokes as he pumps his fingers, finding your sweet spot within moments which sends your body shaking violently. Noticing this reaction, Jungkook repeatedly pushes his fingers against it with each thrust, all while using his thumb to find your clit.

Soon enough, you find yourself only moments away from your orgasm. You can feel it building up, and there is no doubt that he can feel it too when your body begins spasming around his digits. Jungkook groans deeply when you start stroking him faster in response to your growing orgasm, coaxing him to push you over the edge while you help him embrace his release.

You are flying high on cloud nine, the pleasure is overwhelming you. Then Jungkook pushes you further towards the edge with his next move. Never losing his pace, he continues fucking you with his fingers roughly. The hand that has been guiding you to please him moves away, leaving you to continue your work as he rubs it down your mound. Before you can tell what is happening, you feel pain rising from your clit as he captures the flesh between his fingers, giving it a tight pinch.

Intense pain washes over you, and you take it with a loud cry, shouting out his name. Your body convulses, your hips are rocking in the same rhythm as the sparks that are being ignited, yet Jungkook doesn’t let go. His fingers clamp down tightly, lingering there until the pain begins to melt down into a sense of pleasure that feels so intense you just know there is nothing that could hold you back from your orgasm. Right at that moment, Jungkook frees your clit, and your blood rushes into your soft flesh, pulsing violently it takes your breath away.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers to your ear and shoves his fingers as deep as he could, while his thumb presses down on your throbbing clit, dragging out the pain that has yet to completely subside, and the intense pulse snaps through your body.

You let out a scream just when it finally hits you. It feels like fire shooting through you, rocking your entire body that the desk begins shaking beneath you by the force of your orgasm. You cannot stop shaking, while the sound of your moans keeps echoing through the room. Your pussy spasms around his fingers, yet he doesn’t let on, as Jungkook just keeps on jamming his fingers in and out of you, allowing the pleasure to keep building up instead of waning down. Soon enough, yet another wave of your orgasm washes through you. It feels so quick, so sudden, and so intense when you barely have the chance to come down from the previous one. He pushes his fingers with one last, forceful thrust, and you come into a blinding climax.

Your pleasure erupts in his hands, yet your own hand continues to move, not relenting with the strokes you are giving on his cock. You keep pumping, the sight of your hand moving up and down the length of his cock blurs in motion, blending with his larger hand as it returns to its place to wrap itself over yours.

It takes only a few more strokes, and the first spurt of cum shots right out of him. Seeing this, you immediately raise your hips and aim his cock towards your pulsing center right as Jungkook pulls out his hand from your pussy. Jets of white cum start pouring out of his cock, with a few drops getting caught on your hand. But with your aim, most of them have spilled right at your center, adding to the mess that you have created around your pussy.

Jungkook steps back once you release him, staggering as he has yet to recover from his release. Your own legs feel like rubber when you gently lower them from the desk, though you make no move to straighten yourself up, not wanting to lose any drop of his thick cum pooling between your legs and on your thighs.

“Damn, that was—” he mutters breathlessly, looking amused at the mess gathered on your folds. Smiling at him, you mimic his action from earlier as you bring your hand to your lips and start licking his cum from your fingers.

“Hmmm—” you hum at the taste. Jungkook lets out a gasp as he watches you, and while his cock seems to have lost a bit of its stiffness, it still looks half-hard. Jungkook hisses as he wraps his hand around his cock, fisting it lightly even though it appears to be quite sensitive after his climax. But he seems lost in his own thoughts, lost in the sight of you sinfully tasting him, returning the favour after he had the chance to relish yours.

“You’ve made more mess of yourself,” he whispers, his voice strained, while you look down with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, I did,” you say to him, before looking up at his face again to tease him, “We’re reliving the moments from our firsts, aren’t we?” You slide your hand back down, gathering his messy cum and swirling your fingers around to bring every drop that you can get towards your folds to mix his release with yours, then you slowly sink your coated fingers back into your pussy. You start stroking yourself, legs quivering with how sensitive you are still feeling. The spasms of your climax have yet to get a chance to wane down as you press against them, bringing them back up and prolonging the pleasure rushing high from it. The squelching sound coming from your fingers as you are moving them in and out of your pussy, pushing his cum into your hot depth, is beginning to fill the room. Yet the sound is partly muddled, everything else around you is muted when your senses are filled with intense pleasure.

A distinguishing sound of slapping skin draws your attention, followed by the sound of his deep grunts. You turn your gaze at him while you start fucking your own hand, hips gyrating over the desk when you meet each thrust with a stern roll of your hips, and what you see pushes you to start fucking yourself harder.

Jungkook is seated back on the armchair, flopped back against the cushioned backrest, his chest heaving rapidly, while his hand is fisting the length of his member. His nearly flaccid cock has somehow come back alive between his palm. While it doesn’t look as rigid or hard as the way it was before his climax, it still looks appetising. The stiff length that has a width that may split you into half, the tip that appears swollen and red, and the beads of cum oozing at its head the more he keeps stroking in slow, drawn-out strokes.

Thrusting your fingers inside your sopping wet pussy a few more times, your thumb rolls between your slit, rubbing and pressing on your swollen clit. With your other hand, you reach up and knead your breast, stopping to roll and pinch at your nipple with your fingers, allowing the waves of pain and pleasure to spread evenly through your body. The energy is building fast in the room, and Jungkook picks up a pace, now firmly stroking his cock in long, fast strokes.

Watching him trembling in pleasure is what pushes you over the edge. You give yourself one final thrust, your hips buck forward for that final nudge, and you embrace your final climax with your head cocking back, hands still pressed on your body to feel the pulses raging from within. You let out a squeal as your whole body falls into a shaking orgasm that almost knocks you off the desk, and the sound is soon followed by Jungkook’s cry of pleasure as he falls into his own final orgasm.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jungkook cries out in his climax. He comes with jets of white cream across his knuckles and taut stomach, balls high and tight, and his shaft visibly contracting as he continues to fist himself.

Jungkook’s head falls backwards as he squeezes through the final drops of his cum. His eyes are closed. Jaws are slack. His mouth comes apart while he embraces this smaller, yet still delightful, orgasm. Once he appears to be feeling a bit too sensitive, his fisting slowly comes to a halt, and his shaking hands fall to his side. His climax doesn’t seem as intense as the previous one, but he does seem a bit more sated as he sinks back in his seat. His breath comes in harsh pants as his shaft slowly deflates against his stomach. His entire upper body is coated with a thin layer of sweat and his own cum, spreading all over his skin, and you have the perfect view as his chest rises and falls rapidly with each deep breath that he takes.

Everything falls silent soon after. Nothing but the sound of your heartbeat and your heavy breathing fills the room, which suddenly feels cold once you are beginning to slowly come back to reality. Your body still occasionally jolts from the overload of pleasure you just endured, and you begin to feel drained, exhaustion slowly growing in your body. Ever so gently, you pull out your hand and release yourself. A string of liquid cum drips out, a mixture of yours and Jungkook’s, adding to the whole mess that you have created on the desk.

After taking a moment to control himself, Jungkook leaves his seat and walks over to a nearby cabinet. A small towel appears in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere. You belatedly remember the information that was given to you, that the rooms provide all the essentials that everyone would possibly need. A sense of relief comes to you at knowing that you wouldn’t have to walk home with all these remnants of cum still coating your skin.

Jungkook walks over to you, saying nothing as he uses the towel to gently wipe you clean. Starting from your inner thighs, to your sopping folds, making sure to take good care of tending your body that is still sensitive after taking multiple impacts in a short amount of time. His gentle caress only causes the flutters in your belly to come back alive. Then he takes your hands and starts rubbing the towels across your fingers to clean them, before bringing them up to his lips.

Instead of making any other gestures that would only be stimulating your carnal desire and starting things all over again, he begins tracing tender kisses on your knuckles, your palms, then your wrists.

“Did you get hurt anywhere?” he gently asks you while rubbing circles down your thighs, as if soothing you out of any discomfort that may exist, and you instantly shake your head.

“No, I didn’t. And I no longer feel any pain.”

He smiles as he hears this, then proceeds to quickly clean himself and tosses the soiled towel into a basket nearby which you hadn’t seen before. He is not done, however, as he steps between your parted legs and suddenly wraps his arms around you to hold you against his chest. Without question, you simply melt into his embrace, and your whole body relaxes, before he suddenly presses a kiss on the nape of your neck.

—Jungkook—

Her hands fall on my chest as I take her in my arms. My heartbeat is still pounding, and I can bet that she is feeling it through her palms as she runs them down my body. Just like how I can feel her pulse when I press my lips right beneath her ear. I breathe in her scent that is so intoxicating, and something in my chest stirs awake.

“Are you satisfied?” I ask her. A shiver runs through her when my lips brush against her lobe, drawing a soft hum out of her.

Suddenly, she begins to move. She scoots forward to the edge of the desk, moving closer to me, then her hips begin to move, rocking on the desk and brushing against my body. I only realise at that moment that my cock, which has gotten flaccid in the aftermath of our carnal exchange, has been rubbing against her inner thigh. With our new position, it is starting to rub against her lower abdomen, and I am starting to feel my hot blood rushing unhurriedly from the base to its tip, slowly making it harder. The way she is moving her hips, subtly rocking against me, seems to escalate things further.

“I have to be honest with you,” she confesses to me with a sigh. “A part of me still wants more.”

I swallow hard, feeling my blood stir with her words. Pressing my lips on her skin, I start kissing my way up and down the side of her neck, and feel her pulse race. “I still want to cum inside you.”

She lets out a soft gasp before asking, “Your bed or mine?”

I almost laugh at her question. That sure sounds like an offer that I cannot possibly refuse, even if our energy has been spent. I give her one last kiss, right on her shoulder, nipping her skin before leaning back so I can look at her face. Her eyes are wide when she looks at me. Her desire is clear, and I know that she isn’t fooling around. And, with the way my blood is boiling with hope, realising that my long wait will soon be over, I certainly wouldn’t be taking this chance for granted.

“Mine. And we better hurry, before I explode and we won’t even make it to the car.”

I have no idea how we managed to gather our bearings enough to let each other go and get dressed. She nearly stumbled when we made our way to leave the private room, which is why I have my arm wrapped around her to keep her steady. I have no doubt that her knees have yet to gain back their strength, and there is also the discomfort of having to walk out while being bare right beneath her skirt, since I have chosen to steal her panties away and slip them into my pocket.

The same male escort who had welcomed us earlier is now guiding us towards our exit, leaving his post to another attendant who seems to appear out of nowhere to take over his duties while he is tending to us. I don’t think much about him escorting us personally just when we are about to leave, until he ushers us towards a small lounge near our exit. The room is dimly lit, just like the other smaller rooms that we have seen on the upper floors. A small group of gentlemen appears to be sitting together at the center seating area, enjoying their drinks while having a chat.

“There is someone here who would like to see you before you go,” the escort explains as he steps away, giving us some privacy.

Seeing us at the door, one of the men leaves his seat. The room is dimly lit, so it isn’t until the moment he has gotten closer to us when I realise that the man is Taehyung. The suit that he previously wore has been discarded, though he is still wearing his mask as he approaches us.

“Going so soon?” he asks, after greeting ____ with a courteous nod. “Have you found what you were looking for? Or was the event not to your liking?”

“We have found it, actually. Plenty of them,” I answer him, grinning as I throw a quick glance at _____ who is smiling sheepishly beside me. There is a glow on her skin that still remains after her last climax, and there is a sparkle in her eyes that I adore so much. Seeing it makes my chest swell, and I am excited to see those eyes light up once again later, once we are completely on our own. “It has been a splendid experience to be here. For both of us. We managed to uncover a lot more about each other,” I add, tightening my arm around her waist to keep her close as I continue to speak with Taehyung. “Thank you for having us. But I think that’s enough partying for us for one night.”

“Of course,” Taehyung responds to me with a knowing smile. His eyes fall briefly on my hand as it rests on her waist. I watch his eyes glowing with mirth when he looks at me again. “Let me know if you are interested in the next event. Or perhaps I could invite you to more ventures that the Club has to offer?”

“Maybe. One day,” I offer. “But I think there is another new experience we would like to delve into first.”

Taehyung chuckles softly, as if he knows what I am implying. “I understand,” he says, nodding at the escort to take over. Right before the escort returns to our side, Taehyung steps closer to me so he could whisper, “I’m glad that I got to talk you into coming tonight. It wasn’t easy to think of ways to draw your interest back to the club again once she managed to steal you away from us. The club takes pride in knowing that we have a part in getting you guys together, so having you with us tonight allows us to celebrate.”

I blink, confused by his words. It takes a moment for my mind to process it, but then the wheels in my head begin to turn wildly.

Has it all been a ploy of his? All that taunting, the cryptic conversations about the club, the hints he gave which led me to believe that the club has been keeping their eyes on us, all just to make me grow curious enough to return to the club and take ______ back with me.

Has it only been because they wanted us to remain active as their member?

Though I should probably feel betrayed for being played, I somehow feel relieved to hear that there is really nothing more behind the club’s intention when they reached out to us through Taehyung. And there is no regret for having fallen into his little scheme when we both had an experience that may remain in our thoughts for a long time. I just have no idea if I should pat him on the back or punch his face for it. He is giving me no chance to do either one as he steps away, giving me a wink before returning to his colleagues.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says to me, while nodding at ______ as he walks away from us.

Bidding our silent goodbyes as Taehyung returns to his seat, we follow the male escort to the main exit. After everything that we have encountered so far, I am not too surprised to find that our car has been waiting for us the moment we step out. Turning to thank our escort for his help tonight, I see him pulling a name card out of his pocket and handing it to me.

“Thank you for joining us in La Rouge for this special night. My name is Jimin. Feel free to contact me personally if you are interested to have another experience with La Rouge, and I will arrange an appointment for you. You can find all the details about the club’s services in your membership package.”

I take his card, playing it in my hand as I contemplate his offer. After everything that we have witnessed and experienced tonight, I doubt that either of us wouldn’t be curious to know what else the club has for us to try next.

“Thank you. We’ll keep that in mind,” I politely offer as I glance at _____, my beautiful partner who I have been so lucky to have by my side to get through everything. And if I haven’t run out of luck, after tonight, there is a possibility that things between us might turn into something else. Something more. And only then, once we have everything between us figured out, will I open up to a chance of exploring the club further.

Seeing the glint in her eyes as she returns my gaze, I have hopes that she is sharing the same idea as mine. Knowing just how easy it is to make her grow curious, I have no doubt that she would start bringing it up as soon as she has the chance to. And I will be ready to follow her wherever she wants. But that thought can wait. Because there is something else that we need to focus on tonight.

Keeping my hand on the small of her back, I rush the two of us to the car, to leave the club behind us for now and have the rest of the night just for the two of us.

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