[S] Tortuous Pt. 8 (End)

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I'll never know how I ended up here.

I'll probably never be fully comfortable knowing that Jungkook had my outfit tailor made.

I'll might never understand why I agreed to dress up and pretend to be a maid, but Jungkook liked it and in turn I felt great.

He paid extra attention to my back when I was on my knees and gave me extra hickeys when I was on my back.

My neck was covered and I had a few on my belly since my outfit's top didn't cover it at all.

Jungkook basically growled at me with every thrust, his hand tightening around my neck.

It all used to seem so strange to me, the idea of being harmed during sex, but the more Jungkook introduced me to, the more I was able to find the thrill in each situation.

It wasn't so much inducing the pain that he liked. He just wanted to watch me squirm. See how much I could handle.

And I'll admit, sometimes...I couldn't take it. But he never let up, he pushed me and before I knew it I would be moaning out for him.

The rules he taught me so long ago were forgotten between us. I was always allowed to touch him and I could say anything whenever I wanted.

I still called him Master, simply because it turned him on and he'd give me exactly what I needed, without fail, every time.

"You look so pretty all dressed up," he growled in my ear, "Could fuck you all day."

"Please, Master," I whispered, flattening my palms against his shoulders and keeping him close.

"Might chain you up," he laughed in my ear, ducking his head into my neck and biting into my skin.

"Master," I gasped, "Master, please. Please, I'm so...Ah! Princess is so close, Master."

He rolled his hips against mine, pulling a whine from me. It felt so good when he did that, no matter the angle or position.

He pulled away a few seconds later, his lips swollen and eyes dilated more than they had been all night.

I reached up and ran my hands over his chest, my back arching off the bed as he hit my sweet spot.

"There?" He asked, wiping the spit off his mouth and wiping it on my chest.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, sweeping my thumbs over his nipples.

He let his head drop as a moan escaped him. He had to stop for a second and readjust himself on his knees. They probably hurt, since we'd been fucking since this morning.

I managed to catch the time the last opportunity I had to let Mochi out. It was two thirty in the evening and that was hours ago.

"Master!" I shouted as he hit my sweet spot straight on, "You fuck Princess so good!"

"Fuck," he leaned down over me, his arms snaking under my shoulders and holding me close.

The next second, he was pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks.

I couldn't take anymore.

I came all over my stomach, some of it shooting to the side and hitting my arm. It was messy, but fuck did it feel good every time.

A few, brutally powerful thrusts later, he was filling me up once again.

I shuddered at the sensation.

He stopped moving while he came, his cock twitching inside me. We shared a few kisses then he pulled back, sliding out of me and stroking himself.

"Push it out baby," he instructed, his hand lightly spanking me.

I let out a moan, lightly trying to push his cum out of my hole. I didn't want to make any unattractive noises, but I had before and he didn't seem to care.

I felt his finger dip in and pull some of it out, then he lifted his hand to my face, "Here baby."

I greedily grabbed his wrist and pulled his finger into my mouth. Sucking on it like a baby would a pacifier.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed out, sliding back in and lightly thrusting into me.

I gasped and pulled his hand down to my chest. His finger met my nipple and he teased me, licking his lips in that way I found irresistible.

"Master," I gasped, "Feels so good," I smiled. I loved the over-sensitivity my body felt when he did things like this.

"Yeah? You want more?"

"Yes, please Master."

"Want me to fuck you hard like that again?"

"Yes."

"You came all over yourself, you're so dirty," he shook his head, "Such bad manners."

"I'm sorry, Master. Just felt so good."

"I know baby," he smirked. "Master's gonna make it even better."

I groaned as he suddenly lifted me off the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

He kept lightly fucking into me as he walked to the center of our play room.

There were two support beams for the house in this room, and Jungkook had used that to his advantage.

He had some kind of contraption rigged up where I stand between the two beams and he puts chains around my wrists.

He uses padlocks to make sure the chains don't slip. Then my arms are hoisted above my head until he's satisfied.

Today, I was standing on my toes when he stopped lifting me up.

He walked around in front of me, running my favorite paddle across my stomach.

"Master," I mewled out.

He smirked and hit me with the paddle, my stomach turning a rose red. I'd grown to love that color.

He chuckled and moved the paddle around to my back, stepping closer and grabbing my jaw. "My slut, aren't you?"

"Yes Master," I said, my words sounding funny since my cheeks were pushed in by his fingers.

"I have to admit," his hand fell down my body and he pulled up my outfit's skirt before he gripped my length.

I gasped and wiggled, my footing losing traction as my body swayed a bit.

Yet he brought me back and steadied me, rubbing my thigh with the rough side of my paddle. "Must admit...you're a good slut."

"Thank you Master," I grunted out.

"I love seeing you like this, Princess. All helpless and wanting. You know what I'm gonna do?"

"What is it, Master?"

"I'll give you exactly what you deserve," he grumbled, walking away from me.

I heard him opening drawers and pulling things from the back wall. A few minutes later, he came back, dropping everything onto the metal table beside me.

I glanced over and saw all sorts of toys, making me moan at just the sight of my favorite dildo.

Jungkook chuckled and walked up behind me. He played with my ass for a bit, then something small slipped inside and he was pushing it in deep with his fingers.

I knew it was an egg vibrator when he turned it on and slid the remote into my thigh high sock. It was part of my outfit, but since I put them on, I've been thinking I should have some to wear around my house. Truth is, they were actually kind of comfy.

"Master loves his Princess, you know that right?" He asked, his hands moving around to my front and grabbing my length.

"Yes Master. Princess loves you, too."

"So sweet," he chuckled, stroking me lightly, "But Master loves you, so much. And I want you to feel so good it hurts. So, Master's only going to focus on his Princess, okay?"

"Thank you, Master."

He bit into the back of my neck and I dropped my head back, just after he pulled away.

I wasn't sure what he was gonna do, because he'd been getting rougher lately, but it never made me scared. I only ever anticipated what he could do to me.

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"Fuck, Kookie," I wrapped my arms around his neck and dropped my hips again, "Always make me feel so good."

"Jimin," he tilted his head and bit into my bicep, his lips soft against my skin.

"Bet you like this the most," I smiled, a groan leaving me as I sank down on his full length and rolled my hips.

He groaned against my arm then gripped my ass, helping to keep me going. In all honesty, every muscle I had was burning, sore and begging for me to stop. But Jungkook's moans and orgasms begged me to do more.

In the last month, I'd given myself the title of cum dumpster/cockslut. Jungkook hated it, but it made me feel hot, so I didn't stop saying it.

"Kookie," I breathed out, "Last time. I'm spent."

He chuckled against my arm then looked up to me, his fingers dancing across my ribcage, "About fucking time."

I giggled and threw my head back, closing my eyes.

I slammed down against him a few more times, the force wracking my last orgasm from me.

He gripped my length and stroked me through my high, not stopping until I was crawling off his lap.

I laid down on the side of his bed I usually slept on, not bothering to close my legs because- "One more time, Jungkook, please."

"No," he chuckled, grabbing the sheets from the floor and crawling up to lay beside me, tucking me against him.

"Please. It'll be the last time, I promise."

"You said the last time was the last time so we're done. We're both tired so just sleep. We can shower in the morning."

"Okay," I pouted, crossing my arms as I watched him turn out the lamps on either side of the bed.

I waited a beat, listening to his breathing before I slowly poked his cheek.

"Hm?" He hummed.

"Mochi," I whispered.

He groaned, yet slowly got out of bed, his limbs seemingly heavy.

"Love you," I called to him as he left the room.

"Love ya," he mumbled, holding the wall for stability.

I giggled as he disappeared into the darkness of the hallway.

I got comfy on my side, my back facing the space where Jungkook would lay. Mochi could lay in front of me and I could pet him until I fell asleep.

My heart thumped at the image in my brain. Me, Mochi and Jungkook; my perfect idea of family.

A few minutes later, the most important men in my life came to snuggle with me, Jungkook having to shoo Mochi over to my front, saying "the back is mine."

I giggled and laid my hand on Moch's back as he laid down. He smelled like the outside, but I guess it was alright. He loved the outside and it was good for him to get exercise. We'd bought an extra set of bowls as well so that we wouldn't have to worry about him getting hungry or thirsty while out there.

"Night baby," Jungkook kissed my shoulder as he got comfortable again, his arm wrapping snuggly around my waist.

"Night. Love you guys," he sang out, raking his fingers across Mochi's back.

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"Jimin," Jungkook started rubbing his hand up and down my thigh  "Have you been thinking about what I asked you?"

I paused for a second, then nodded, "Yeah, I have." I smiled at him, playing with the small charms on my necklace.

"Have you decided anything?"

I pressed my lips together then turned back to the tv, "No. Sorry, baby. I...I'm really close to making a decision though, it's just...a big step."

"I know," he smiled, his hand finding it's way up my neck and into my hair, "I get it. I'm just trying to not to get myself psyched up too much."

I giggled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his nose, "You're adorable."

Jungkook dropped his eyes to our laps for a second, and I was a bit embarrassed at how I seemed to just drape over him like a blanket, "I really love you, Jimin. I mean it."

I smiled softly, pulling his hand from my hair so that I could intertwine our fingers, "Love you, too. Mean it."

He pulled me closer and kissed my temple, then he let me get comfy until I was snuggled into his side with my arms around his waist.

Mochi trotted into the room and went to his doggy bed that was underneath the coffee table (just like his bed at my house). He laid down and stared at the two of us.

"Hey, Moch," I waved to the pup slightly, warranting a chuckle from my boyfriend.

"So cute," Jungkook muttered, kissing my hair before he went back to watching the tv.

I did so as well, interested in the plot of our movie. I wanted to know if the kidnapped children were still alive.

We sat in silence for a while longer, allowing me time to think over everything I had concerns with when it came to moving house.

I didn't want to sell all my stuff, in case me and Jungkook had a falling out later in life, but Jungkook had a storage shed out back that he already said I could use if I wanted to. Nothing was in there except a push mower and gas canister that Jungkook used to mow the back and front yards.

I could put all of my furniture in there and bring my little nick-knacks inside along with my clothes; let them mix in with Jungkook's until neither of us remembered who owned what.

That's what I wanted, after all.

I wanted to be more than 'Jungkook's boyfriend'. I wanted to be a big part of Jungkook's life and know that I'd have a space reserved in his heart, just as he had in my heart.

So I stared at my younger boyfriend for a minute or two, then quietly asked, "We can still mess around at work after I move in, right?"

Jungkook was a bit shocked and slightly confused. My wording must've thrown him off, or the question in general.

But he dropped his eyes to meet mine and asked, "You wanna move in?"

I smiled and nodded against Jung's shoulder.

Kook beamed and pressed a kiss to my  forehead, squeezing my hand and turning back to the movie, "Of course we'll still fool around at work."

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