I was nervous...really nervous. This was the one time that I wanted to please a man and I wasn't even sure if I could do that. All the other times, I had no control, I fought it...this time...this time is going to be different. As I started to untie his bottoms I swallowed thickly. I took in a few deep breaths and once I had his pants loose I pulled at them, making them pool at his feet. When I saw what he was hiding under his pants my jaw dropped a little. It was bigger than any I had ever seen before; thick, long, and veiny. I never thought I'd consider one of these to be beautiful, but it was.

I felt myself start to salivate making me want to do this even more. I reached up and took hold of it and it made me groan when I felt him shudder at my touch. I was barley able to get my middle finger and thumb to touch when I gripped him tightly. I started to stroke him up and down and when I looked up he was looking back at me with his mouth open, painting. The look in his eyes was lustful and needy, and I could tell he was being patient with me.

I took a deep breath and put on a brave front as I put my tongue at the base of his member licking a stripe, slowly, all the way up. I heard him let out a low groan and saw his head roll back. He was still up on his elbows and I wanted to cause him to lose all his upper strength. I wanted to show him pleasure, just like he showed me. I pushed any form of hesitation away, and engulfed his cock until it hit the back of my throat. It couldn't fit it all the way so I kept my hand on him so that his entire length could feel something. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard. He started to breath heavily, but that wasn't enough for me. I salivated as much as I could so that when I started moving my mouth, my lips would run smoothly across his skin. Which I did. I started bobbing my head and twisting my hand at the same time and my heart skipped a beat when I heard him groan even louder than before.

I peeked up and he was still on his elbows and he moved his head back around to look down at me. When we locked eyes I pushed him as far into my mouth as I could handle, not having much of a gag reflex and held thim there. I bobbed slightly, not allowing his tip to move to far from my throat and that's when I had him. He groaned again but this time throwing himself back off his elbows and to his hack. His hands when up to his hair holding on shortly before one of them rested on my head.

I didn't mind, he didn't push any he just pulled my hair and held on so it was out of my face and I started to bob again. Faster and faster allowing my tongue to wiggle around applying pressure. I knew he was enjoying this because the noises he was making was something I recognized...they mirrored my own noises.

I pulled up a little and sucked on the tip as my hand pumped the rest of him. "OH GOD...Jagi...you are so good...so so good..."

The praise lit a fire in me. I worked even harder as I felt him throb in my mouth. I pulled him from my mouth only to lick up him again teasingly slowly.

"Oooooohhhh Jesus FUCK!"

"Is it okay?"

"FUCKING CHRIST YES. PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

I pushed him back in my mouth bobbing again and twisting my head as I went. I wanted him to feel good...I wanted his sticky substance in my mouth.

"Holy...shit...I'm so close."

He reached up and placed his hands back on his head and I squeezed him a little tighter as I pushed him all the way to the back of my throat pushing back and forth. Not long after that I felt his thighs tighten and his stomach clench. He took hold of my hair again in a semi-painful grip but I didn't mind, he didn't push my head down any but he throbbed hard and then I could taste the sweet salty liquid of his pleasure. I swallowed it in gulps as he unloaded into my mouth, I could hear his groans and it was like music to my ears. Once he was done, I sucked a little more and licked all around him just to be sure he was nice and clean with no residue left. I was breathing heavily, panting as I stayed on my knees leaning my head on his thigh. I could hear him panting as well. And then suddenly his hand moved. He waved them upward urging me to pull up. When I did, and was within his reach, he took hold of my waist pulling me on top of him. I didn't get a good look at his face because he stomped his lips on mine, taking my breath away in a heavy kiss.

His tongue was sweet just like the rest of him, and I couldn't help but to moan into his mouth. I really hope this means he enjoyed that because I wanted nothing more than for him to have some pleasure. A release. He finally let go of the kiss allowing me to breathe; he pulled my head to rest on his shoulder by his neck and he allowed his fingertips to lightly skim across my skin. It felt amazing, and if this was my future for the rest of my life, then I would die happy.

"I'm sorry..." he breathed.

"About what?" I asked confused.

"I think I hurt you when I took hold of your hair like that." He moved his hand over to my head and used his fingers to rub softly. "I didn't mean to do that...it just felt so damn good." He said half laughing.

I sat up a little straddling him. "You really felt good?"

He sat up with me scooting us so he could lean against the head board. He kept me on his hips without allowing me to fall off. He smiled to me as he wrapped his hands to cup my face. He was smiling at me, his gums showing a little more as it widened. "Do you think I could have faked that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

He pulled me in kissing my lips. "I didn't, and it felt amazing. Thank you."

"I should be thanking you." I said just above a whisper.

"Then thank me." He said pulling his hands away. He laned back more and started to play with my hair. "What do you want to thank me for? Saving you, feeding you, buying you clothes...or do you want to thank me for the mind blowing orgasm I gave you?" He smirked at me and looked deep into my eyes.

I couldn't help but flush. I placed my hands over my face groaning in embarrassment. I heard him chuckled and he wrapped his long fingers over my wrists pulling them down. "Look at me." He said. I did and the same smirk was on his face. "What do you want to thank me for?"

"All of it." I said trying to bit my lip to keep from smiling. When I heard him chuckle I broke and giggled along with him. "Why are you teasing me?" I asked through my laughing.

"Because you're so cute, when you blush like this." He responded.

I looked down only to see that his pants were still off and he was bare and exposed to me. I jerked my head back up to see him smirking again.

"That's enough for tonight Jagi." He said kissing my forehead. "If I think about another round, I will not be able to sleep."

"You know you can used me, Yoongi. I am yours...if you want another round..."

He pressed his finger to my lips and looked angry. Before he spoke he took hold of my chin, he was firm and though it wasn't painful, it wasn't gentle. "I will say this once...you are valuable. You are a person, and you are allowed to say no. Do you hear me? You are no longer a toy, no longer something that men can just stick it in whenever they want, however they want. You are a person...a woman...you are valuable, and you are mine. Do you hear me?" I did not expect the sternness from him, and though I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I was slightly frightened. I nodded eagerly, but he kept his grip on my chin. "You will never say those lowly things about yourself, ever again. Not to me. Not to a stranger, not to anyone."

"Yes, Yoongi."

His grip loosened and he placed his lips softly on mine. I took in a shuttered breath feeling his lips comfortable and warm.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against mine. "I'm sorry if I scared you...but you need to understand you are worth something. Those men who bought and sold you weren't men at all. Men don't treat people like they are less than human."

Tears started to fall from my eyes...I didn't know what this feeling was. I didn't know what the swelling in my chest was...nor the feeling in my stomach, but something told me they were good feelings. When I opened my eyes he was looking at me again.

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to...but you are welcome to stay here...you are welcome to stay with me... but if you don't want to be here..."

I kissed him to stop his talking. I pushed my lips on his with as much force as I could muster and held his head to my face with both hands.

"I don't want to go." I said when I pulled back. "Please let me stay." I whispered tears running down my face.

He used his thumbs to clean my cheeks. "You're not going anywhere."