(BDSM is mentioned in this chapter.)

Yoongi pulled me through the whole house up to his bedroom. He took me into his closet and over to the mirror. I start to feel excited. The plan worked. Well for me anyway even though the second part wasn't meant to happen. But anything that helps me is welcome in my opinion.

Once he has the mirror pulled to one side he grabs my wrist again and roughly yanks me in before sealing the room back off. The lights instantly come on. Yoongi doesn't say anything. He just moves to stand in front of the bed, facing me. His slightly parts his feet, evenly distributing his weight. His arms are crossed over his chest. And he stands there glaring at me.

I carried on standing in front of the door, having not moved since we entered. I knew I was in trouble but I still felt excited by the promise of being with Yoongi again. I stood there silently waiting for him to tell me what to do. The silence was killing me though. Was he not going to do anything?

"Come here now," Yoongi commanded. His tone of voice was cold and filled with promise of punishment.

I took a deep breath and tried not to smile. How I managed it I don't know. When I was only a couple of steps away from him I stopped.

"Take your dress off."

I pulled my hands to the back of the dress and unzipped it. I let it go and it pooled on the floor around my heels.

"Get on your knees. Bow your head and look at the floor."

I complied with his orders. I quickly did as he asked and got onto my knees, my hands resting on my bare thighs. I didn't dare to look up. I could sense him circling me and stop at my back. I didn't dare lift up my head to see what he was doing. I had gone into full submissive form.

I heard movement behind me. I was anxious to see what he was doing but he was angry and I didn't want to make him more mad. He also hadn't told me that I was allowed to lift my head up. I felt him come up behind me. A hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply. I let out a slight gasp. It was painful but pleasure spikes were shooting all over my body.

"Hands behind your back now," Yoongi growled in my ear, his breath on the outer shell making me shiver.

I placed my hands behind me and felt him roughly tie them together. The fabric felt soft and cold but I didn't know what he used but it didn't cut into my flesh or anything. I kept looking at the floor not daring to lift my eyes up. This was Master now. Yoongi was gone. This hard, cold, dominant man had taken his place instead of the fun, loving one.

"Stand up and lay down on the bed on your back."

Oh god. I loved his voice like this. He was growling the commands at me and his voice had gone deeper than it usually was. I licked my lips in anticipation. I don't know if I could wait for what was to come but I couldn't tell him to hurry up. I was not in charge.

I climbed onto the bed trying to keep myself steady on my knees and when I was at the centre I laid down. I could feel the softness of the bed. It was so comfy. The sheets were made of silk. It feel light and cool against my bare skin. I stared up at the ceiling while I waited for Master to give me more commands.

He came into my field of vision and my eyes automatically moved to look directly at him. He crawled onto the bed beside me and told me to lift me head up. I did as I was told and black fabric was wrapped over my eyes. A blindfold. I felt him tie it at the back of my head. When he was down a let my head lie back down on the bed.

My breath was sawing out between my lips. I was so excited. I couldn't hide it. I was ready for anything he was about to do. I began to shift slightly on the bed because of this. I felt something cold being attached to my left ankle and then my right. My legs were spread apart. I gave each leg a shake and could hear rattling. Handcuffs or chain? I didn't know but there was still enough movement for me to be able to bent or straighten my legs as I pleased. I kept them bent.

Movement of the bed informed me Master was getting off. I couldn't hear him walking and didn't know where in the room he was until I heard sounds from the left side of the bed. He was again at the poles that held the chains and ropes and whips. My throat went dry. Was he going to use whips on me?

I was met with silence. I strained my ears to try and make out of any sound but there was nothing to indicate what Master was doing. All of a sudden I felt something hit my stomach. Yep that was a whip. I let out a small gasp as it hit my skin, my back arching involuntarily. It wasn't hard but there was still enough pain. From the feel of it though the whip was one of those that had multiple tassels. He hit me again but this time on my thigh. God the pleasure. I bit my lip. I didn't want moans coming out so early.

He kept using the whip on sensitive areas where the most pleasure would be and it was getting harder to hold my sounds in. He kept hitting harder as well as the more time went on. I have no idea either how long I've been tied down and how long he has been whipping me for, but it can't have lasted more than a couple of minutes.

Eventually the whipping stopped and I felt the bed moving underneath me. He was climbing on. I held my breath waiting for what was going to happen next. I felt the chains on my ankles being released. Or where they cuffs? I still hadn't figured out what they were yet. I frowned as both became free, feeling confused. Was that it?

All of a sudden I was roughly flipped over onto my stomach. Nope. Not done yet. The chains or cuffs went back round my ankles again, the metal warm against my skin now after being on me for a while. My face was in the mattress so I turned it to the side so I was able to breathe. I felt his hands on my waist. He lifted up my hips so I was on my knees.

A loud gasp left my lips. There was no warning, no nothing. He instantly pushed himself into me. Oh god he was so large. I had never felt so full. He didn't start his pace slow either. He pushed and pulled at a blurry speed so that I was being pushed into the mattress. I again felt him grab my hair and pull my head back. There was so much pleasure happening I couldn't hold it in anymore. A deep throaty moan come out before I could bite my lip and stop it.

"Are you enjoying this baby girl?" He hadn't said anything to me since he told me to get onto the bed. Because of all the pleasure I wasn't able to speak, instead I nodded my head. A felt pain on my neck. It felt like he had bitten me. Fuck. But why was that so hot?

"Use your words baby girl or this will no longer be pleasurable for you," He growled in my ear and yank my hair pulling my head back.

I licked my lips and managed to utter a word out. "Y-yes Master."

I felt him retrieve at my answer. I felt him pull out of me and I whimpered slightly. I felt empty and I didn't like it. A small squeak left my lips. I was again on my back, my arms underneath me. I couldn't feel the restraints around my ankles.

I felt a hand on my hip before there was pressure. In one quick, smooth movement I was back to enjoying the feeling of being full again. My back arched involuntarily as soon as Master made the slightest movement, drawing him deeper inside me.

The pace became frenzied again and the pleasure quickly heightened but I needed more. I wrapped my now free legs around his hips and lifted my own hips up so he could penetrate deeper. At this point I was a mess, I just could not keep quiet.

A hand suddenly appeared at my throat and began to lightly squeeze, the sounds instantly stopping. Master was choking me. While it caused me to become quieter, it also increased the pleasure sharply. I was so close.

I tried to speak but before I was able to let Master know my body froze underneath him. My back was arched and my head thrown back as much as I could. The intensity was astonishing. I could feel it throughout my whole body and I think I saw stars from it. And with each stroke inside of me the pleasure heightened.

After what felt like eternity my body stopped convulsing. I dropped back onto the bed out of breathe, my body twitching from the over-stimulation I was receiving. Master wasn't finished yet but by the pressure around my throat and the fact his pace had picked up I knew he was close.

With my legs still around his hips, I tightened my walls around him. I heard him growl above me and a warmness begin to fill me up. I smiled softly at the sound and feeling of his coming inside of me. The hand around my throat was released. He was still inside of me and I could hear his heavy breathing. I lay there silently with the smile still on my face waiting for the next thing to happen.

I felt hands lift my head up and work at the knot of the blindfold. I blinked multiple times, the light partially blinding me after being in the dark for so long. The red of light eventually didn't hurt and I was able to focus on the man still above me.

His face was bright red, his hair plastered to his forehead by sweat. His eyes were still dark but there was a hint of happiness in them and a small smile was at the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and pressed a small kiss to my lips.

He untied my wrists and got off the bed to walk to the sofa and sit down. One arm rested along the back of the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee.

"Get dressed," He commanded me.

I swung my legs to the edge of the bed. I felt weak from all of that. I placed my hands on the edge of the bed and pushed myself up. My legs were wobbling underneath my weight slightly and there was already a delicious pain that was forming between them.

I looked down at the floor and still realised I was wearing my heels throughout all of it. I smiled at the thought of Master liking me wearing just these. Was that possibly a kink of his? I know some men like women to wear nothing but a pair of sexy heels but was Master like that as well?

I shrugged it off and walked to my dress that was still where I dropped it to the floor. I stepped into it and bent down to grab the top of it. I pulled it up over my legs. Once it got to my hips I had to slightly wiggle and it went over without much resistance. I quickly had the top over my breasts. I used one hand to hold it in place until my other hand had a grip at the back. Once I was sure it wouldn't fall down I tried to zip it back up without much success. I looked up at Master.

"Please may you zip my dress up Master?" I asked. I could feel my cheeks heating up at his smirk. He got up and sauntered slowly over to me. I turned my back to him as soon as he was in front of me.

I shivered as his hands made contact with my skin. He was slowly moving up my back, the zipping moving along under his hand. I turned my head slightly to the side and I could see him staring at me intently not watching what he was doing. I bit my lip feeling shy under that dark look. I finally felt the zip pull the two halves at the top together. I turn around to face him and give him a bright smile.

"How do I look?" I shyly ask him. I was worried my hair and makeup had been ruined by our play.

"Good enough to eat," he replied quickly. I saw his eyes darken with lust and my mind instantly goes back to what just happened, my body heating up.

"Are we going back to the party?" I ask him, distracting him from his thoughts and my own.

He nods his head and walks over the entrance. He quickly opens it and we step through. I take a quick glance in the mirror and I gasp aloud at the sight. Good enough to eat my ass.

My hair is messy and knotty. It needs to seriously be rebrushed. Thankfully I left it down to flow around my shoulders. My makeup has also started to come off because of the sweat.

"I need to quickly pop back to my room Master," I say lightly. I don't wait for a response and quickly make my way to the door that's a couple of steps away from Masters. I walk to the bathroom and pick up my brush and pull it through my hair, smoothing it out. I place it back on the side and grab my makeup, touching it back up to the way it was. As an added extra I spray some perfume on.

Satisfied with the way I am, I head back out of the bathroom to my bedroom door. I open it to find Master leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me. I close my door and stand still as he walks towards.

I gasp as my back connects with the door, one of his hands around my throat. I look up at him to see him glaring at me. He moves his head closer to me and I feel his breath on my ear.

"If you ever disobey or disrespect me ever again, trust me I won't allow you to feel pleasure. Do you understand me?" He growled low in my ears. I was panting from the sensation on his breath on my neck and his choking.

"Y-yes Master," I breathe out.

He looks me in the eyes and I hold his stare. I don't know what he is thinking and I'd give anything to know. He then smiles at me. He kisses me deeply, his hands resting on my hips, my arms round his neck. He breaks away and grabs my hand, leading me back to the hall to join our friends. I turn my head to look at Master while we walk, a grin forms on my face. At least life with him will never be boring.