After putting my blindfold on, I was told to go wait in the room he had paid for. Did this mean he was the only man I was going to have? I wasn't complaining but what if one day he gets bored of me? My knees were aching and so was my back. He wasn't here yet so I was slouching and my wrists which were handcuffed, rested on my lower back. Why was he so late? My thoughts were cut off when I heard the door push open. I straightened my posture and lowered my head."Why is your hair like that?" He slurred. Was he drunk? I flinched when I heard the door slam shut. There was aggressive shuffling before he came closer.

"I like it out." He whispered against my skin. His hand gently grabbed my hair tie and pulled it out. My hair fell forward, covering my shoulders and face. I felt his hand then push my hair away before caressing my bare shoulder. He smelt of a mixture of things. Alcohol, cigarettes and his cologne. The one I loved. "You disobeyed me, hm..?" He said, gripping my jaw. What?

A small gasp left my lips when he forced my head up. "Tell me." He growled. "Why did you do it?" his grip on my jaw tightened making his fingers dig deeper into my cheek. "What are you talking about?" I whimpered. "I know you let another man touch you." He said, moving his face closer to mine. I felt his nose drag along my cheekbone allowing his lips to caress my skin. "No." was all I said, leaning into his touch. "How can I trust you?" He mumbled. "Will you let any attractive man feel you up?" He asked, lowly. I shook my head. "Liar." He whispered, and I gulped.

How did he know about Taehyung?

His hand suddenly grabbed my waist and lifted me. My eyes grew wide beneath the blindfold as he roughly threw me on the bed. My hand were still handcuffed so they dug into my back making me groan in pain. "Are you going to punish me?" I winced. 

"Fuck the punishment." He grunted, and I felt this unpleasant feeling stir within my womb. His hand wrapped around my ankles and pulled me making me gasp. My nose collided with his lower stomach, and I pulled on the handcuffs. "I don't like whores. Are you a whore, sweetheart?" He asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I gulped and shook my head. "Words." He demanded, irritated. "No, sir..."

"Good girl." He said dipping his head to my level. I could tell because I felt his soft breathing against my skin. "I'm not drunk, I have a high tolerance. I won't hurt you." He told me. "It's okay. I trust you, sir." I whispered, making our lips brush against each other. Butterflies erupted in my lower stomach. "I wish you didn't." He mumbled before kissing me. His hands roughly gripped my face and he thrusted his tongue past my teeth, licking me. I moaned at the touch of our tongues and moved closer. My hand were still handcuffed together and I had a bad feeling he wasn't going to open them tonight. His hands then ran down to my throat and choked me. Not too hard but enough to pleasure me. My lips tried to slow down our movement but he wouldn't let me.

I had no choice but to let his mouth dominate mine. Not that I minded.... "Sir..." I breathed out when I needed some air. He moved forward making me shuffle back on he bed. His knee pressed between my parted thighs as he now hovered over me. Our lips disconnected but he instantly attacked my neck licking, biting and bruising my skin all over.

My back arched off the bed and my head tilted to the side, giving him more access. "You're the reason I drank today." He mumbled against my skin.

His hand travelled down to my navel where he pressed down on it. A whimper left my lips as I clenched my eyes shut beneath the blindfold. "You don't deserve this."  He said, moving his hand down to my sex. I moaned when I felt his fingers brush against the thin lace covering my pussy. "But all I can think about is you." He said before pushing my underwear to the side with his middle finger.

I sucked in a breath when I felt him press on my wet lips. "Always so fucking wet for me, huh?" He hissed before pushing his finger deeper into me. My lips parted as I gasped in pleasure. "You like it when my fingers pleasure you, don't you?" He hummed, slowly thrusting his finger before pulling out. My eyes rolled back and I moaned, "sir." I then felt him slip another finger into mr at the same time, stretching me.

I squirmed under his grip. "Hmm, it feels so-" I was cut off when his palm began rubbing me as his fingers pumped in and out if my wet walls. Oh, Lord...."F-faster..." I pleaded, toes curling. I could feel my release. He listened and sped up his finger thrusts. I remembered what his tongue felt like and I buried my face into the pillow, moaning louder.

His tongue flicked over my nipple making me flinch in surprise. "Sir.." I breathed, when he cupped my breast, roughly squeezing it. He then lowered his mouth and sucked on then. Oh, this man.... My body shivered under his touch. With his fingers torturing me down there and his tongue delicately playing with my nipples... I was on the brink of breaking. "You're not allowed to come, sweetheart.." he then says.

My body paused and he pulled his fingers out. I almost cried in frustration but he flipped me onto my stomach. His knee kicked my legs apart and he pulled on my waist making me raise my ass into the air. "This is your punishment." He growled before gripping my hips.

His fingernails dug into my skin making me bite my lips. "Suck it." He ordered pressing his two fingers on my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked on his middle and wedding ring finger for almost a second before he pulled them out. Then without warning he thrusted the same fingers into my asshole. I instantly cried out in pain and clenched the sheets as he slowly began pumping them in and out. "I'm only making it less painful for you." He grunted before placing the tip of his dick at my wet entrance. I gasped, "s-sir..."He thrusted his dick into me making me whimper in pain. I didn't like it this way-  A low groan left his lips and he thrusted deeper into me. My body jerked forward and my face buried deeper into my pillow. "I-it hurts..." I cried but he didn't listen. His hand gripped me tighter against him as he rammed his dick harder in and out of me. "Fuck." He moaned before laying a rough slap on my left cheek.

A small sob left my lips as the stinging pain from his spank mixed with the pain of his rough thrusts. Just then his hand grips a handful of my hair and pulls it, raising my head against my chests. It was as if the new angle he put me in eased some pain. "Raise your ass." He demanded. When I did he instantly groaned and I could feel more of him inside me.

"Fuck, just like that, baby..." he grunted. I moaned at his voice and and enjoyed his thrusts. "F-faster, sir." I begged, pressing my ass more against him. His hand released my hair and held my waist as he pounded harder into me making me scream in pleasure.

Oh my- everyone could probably hear us- But there wasn't space for me to feel embarrassed. Right now, all I wanted was more of what he was doing to my body.

His grunts filled the room along with the sound of our bodies slapping against each other. "I want to fuck you raw." He groaned making me wetter. My toes curled and I could feel my orgasm building up. I could feel his too as his thrusts became sloppier. "Fuck, you're such a slut." He grunted.

"My."

Thrust*

"Fucking."

Thrust*

"Slut."

"Cum." He demanded. My body shuddered and I came on his dick, my head falling back into the pillow. I felt him fill the plastic before pulling out and ripping it off his dick. My elbows gave out and he flipped me onto my back again. "Normally I fuck my women all night, but I don't think your pussy can take me anymore." He said moving my hair away from my face.

I didn't reply, I was trying to steady my breaths. "Your body drives me insane." He whispers. "All I ever think about is pounding my dick into that sweet little pussy of yours." His thumb gently rubbed over my clit. I flinched. A moan mixed with a cry left my lips. I was so sensitive down there but I still wanted him to touch me.

"At work I imagine you sat on my desk, legs spread, with your mini skirt pushed up your thighs." He whispered, pressing down on my clit. I moaned. "And my face buried between them." He added. "Sir..."

"You're mine now." He says, removing his hand and pressing his waist on mine. I could feel that he was hard again. "And I'm going to make you regret meeting me."