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The days that followed were dark and gloomy.

My memories of the night I spent with Yoongi now merely felt like an incredibly intense and confusing dream.

He went to work all day and would then return at night to have dinner and that was all. Last night he invited me to his room to watch a movie but fell asleep shortly after it began.

I sighed to myself in disappointment.

I wondered about what exactly Yoongi did at work and what kind of work he did that made him so tired and miserable all the time?

But some element of this 'work' was definitely stressing him out and whatever it is, was out of his control. I could tell by his increasingly anxious nature and his need to sporadically pull me in closer, then push me away again.

No wonder Yoongi wanted me around. I was there, always there. A stable constant that he could control, depend on and predict. At least under our current rules anyway. 

This wasn't the real me and I knew that but I enjoyed playing the part. If only I could be near him all the time to make it better.

As a child, a doll brings comfort, right? So I wanted to do that for Yoongi... in a more adult way, of course.

The days were flying by fast and the first month was already almost over. 

Even though our time together would be brief, I at least wanted to enjoy myself as much as I could before this stint came to an end.

The money didn't mean much anymore.

After the first week, Yoongi paid such a hefty sum into my bank account, that I was able to pay off my student loans and arrears on the apartment too.

With the excess, I bought Mousey some new toys and a fancy lead and collar. His bodyguard, Jae-Min took her to the groomers as well. 

Mousey was no doubt, the most fierce feline in town but now she also looked the part.

She pounced into my lap, landing in a soft heap of fur.

"How did you know that I was just thinking about you?" I peeped out in a baby voice, scratching tenderly behind her tiny ear. She purred arrogantly in reply and began sleeping right where she was.

I laughed turning over one of the bird-watching books in my hands that Yoongi had left outside me door yesterday morning.

How did he know?

No one else knew about my fondness for birds except my Father. 

I sighed thinking about my parents for a brief second before pushing the thoughts away again. 

I pressed my lips together firmly.

If Yoongi wasn't going to change, then I would. 

A doll sitting on the shelf could be easily forgotten but one left constantly around the house meant that you would always have to pick it up and put it back in its place.

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Shortly after Cressida got me dressed and ready for the night, I slipped into the shadowy hallways, nimbly making my way over to Yoongi's study.

My bare feet crept quietly along the floor and I peered at him for a brief moment through the inch in the door.

He was pouring over some papers, his brows knitted tightly with worry as he sifted through them.

A flat screen TV on the wall opposite blared loudly with the evening news. He kept glancing at it every now and then and I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle.

What a grandpa! 

Who even watches the evening news with such devout interest at just the tender age of twenty-eight!

I feel a sudden surge of courage and decide to make good use of it while its still at its peak. 

I push the heavy door in slightly, led by a pointed tip-toe inside.

"Suga?" I call out to him.

Yoongi lifts his head slightly.

The floors in Yoongi's study are heated but I suddenly felt shivery and naked in my flimsy night-dress now that Yoongi is appraising me with his cold, blank stare.

To my relief, I notice the faintest of smiles tug at the corners of his luscious, pink lips on hearing me call him by that name.

I couldn't help but smile back flirtatiously as I advanced toward him carefully.

Turning him on turned me on, which made me want to give more in return. There it was, I thought hopefully--the beginnings of our circle of pleasure, a helix of desire.

I was ready for it.

"You don't have to call me that right now, Kitten." He responded in a low voice while removing the papers from his desk and placing them in a drawer below, "We aren't fucking."

"We're not?" I ask in a silky tone, circling behind his great leather chair and slipping my arms leisurely over his shoulders.

My heart pitter-patters with delight when I hear Yoongi groan gratuitously and see him throw his head back into my chest. 

I twist around, throwing one leg over to bring myself to sit in his lap and love my hips against him. Thrilling and shaking just to be near him.

What was happening to me?

This man, he was consuming me, tying me up, turning my brain to ash.

I felt like I had been possessed to need him.

I kissed him lightly on the lips tilting his head back gently and running my fingers through his soft, dark hair.

"I'm so sorry, I'm not myself tonight." I cleared my throat hoarsely, "If you want me to leave, I can go back to my room..."

"No." Yoongi grunted in a short breath, keeping his eyes closed. He wrapped his pale fingers around the flesh of my thighs.

He moved the satin sash of my nightgown up a couple inches, exposing me.

Then he looked down, inspecting. 

Yoongi smiled.

"I'll have to talk to Cressida about making sure that you have all you need in terms of undergarments..."

"I didn't feel like wearing any..." I whispered, kissing his nose and cheeks and felt him chuckle. 

His breathing fanned my skin and I pulled back in his arms to take a good look at him. 

I blinked at him, feeling entirely lust-crazed. 

"Suga, I know I shouldn't have come to you unannounced like this when you didn't call for me but..."

Yoongi captures me in a sweet silence.

He starts to kiss me, softly, tenderly, tugging at my lips with his teeth.

"Hmmm....you wanted more after the last night?"

"Yes.." I croaked out and Yoongi chuckled.

"My greedy little Kitten."

His large hands travel over and down my bare shoulders, nudging the straps of my night-gown off. The barely-there fabric falls, exposing me the the open air and he cups my right breast, brushing the nipple with his thumb.

I groan softly with need as he gently bites my top lip, sucking it. Yoongi tugs and teases at my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

I feel him harden below me and crack a smile of triumph.

The emotion flowing through my brain makes me feel heady and dizzy with desire. Its my turn to throw my head back as I squirm with pleasure on his lap. 

My soul aches, hoping that he won't stop.

Yoongi reaches down and strokes my sex, sending the strongest waves of bliss through my body. He pauses to lick his fingers, tasting my essence and then bringing his nimble saliva soaked digits down once again to rub at my tenderness some more.

"Why don't you bend over for me Kitten..."

His firm, calm voice turned me on even more as I meekly complied, laying my chest down on the surface and bending my ass over the great mahogany desk.

 I shuddered as he slowly raised my slippery gown to reveal my ass. 

"Perfect." Yoongi thrills in a hushed tone.

He softly massages my backside, making me moan and causing a tell-tale stream of moisture to trickle down my legs. The flowered scent of my excitement pervades the still night air of the room. 

"You'll have to be punished Kitten, don't you think?"  He spoke huskily.

I almost swooned with arousal before I pulled myself together enough to mutter, "Whatever you think is best. 

 Yoongi came to stand directly behind me, placing his left hand on the small of my back to hold me in place for my punishment.

At last he drew back a powerful right arm and delivered two quick spanks to the centre of each ass-cheek. 

"Aahh!" I cried out in pain and  he paused to trace the marks with gentle fingers.

I had to admit, the pain shocked me. 

But as he continued, every fierce collision between Yoongi's hard palm and my soft flesh, not only hurt like hell....it also sent a jolt of erotic energy straight to my clit every time.

I also appreciated the carefulness with which he was approaching his duty, stopping every ten lashes, to massage my reddening ass-cheeks and assess the damage I was taking. 

The orgasmic spasms rioting around my core were more powerful than I'd ever known.

Yoongi had to exert some force with his left hand to hold down my writhing body so that I would stay still enough for him to successfully aim his last ten strokes at my derrière. 

 The final spank fell in perfect coincidence with the terminal frissons of my passionate release!

I made one last guttural cry, unable to believe that I just orgasmed from Yoongi hitting me. 

The air in the room fell silent.

I had never been so turned on in my life! 

"You should see how beautiful you are..your adorable pussy is practically dripping for me, Kitten..." 

The liquid evidence smeared my inner thighs. 

On an impulse, Yoongi dropped to his knees on the floor, taking my vulva into his mouth from behind and making me cry out once again, this time in pure pleasure. 

Within minutes I was cumming again, perhaps even harder as his strong hands held my wayward hips firmly in place.

"Fuck me now , Daddy. Please!" I implored.

He didn't need to be asked twice. Soon his massive cock was released from his lowered pants and being stroked up and down my soaking slit to gather its moisture.

He pulled me to the edge of the table, flipping me around and thrusting into me. 

I gasped and gripped the edge as my body stretched to accommodate him. The feel of him was growing more familiar. 

Yoongi leaned over me, forcing me back almost to my elbows and thrust himself deeper, sinking fully into me.

 My inflamed backside burned against the coolness of his desk as he completely impaled me on each deep stroke, feeling unforgettably delicious. 

Yoongi's pleasuring was relentless. 

But alas, he was still only human and finally let loose, roaring out in sheer ecstasy while jetting a generous delivery of his seed into my welcoming molten core. 

He collapsed on me, as I traced my fingers along his sweat-beaded back and Yoongi sighed, satisfied in his blessed release.

Strangely, I found myself feeling vastly closer to him than ever before. 

"I hope you learned your lesson, Kitten." He murmured, as he idly caressed my breasts, belly and thighs. 

Owning me completely as his erection softened inside my depths, leaving me feeling an odd sort of emptiness. 

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