Since my dress was so long and I knew I'd trip on it, I had shed the garment almost immediately after I started dancing. Moving in just my lace bra and matching thong wasn't unfamiliar to me. If anything, it felt more liberating than being dressed.

I surrendered myself to the music that pulsed through the room. My heart synced with the rhythm as the drum beats began to take over. At first, I felt a bit rusty; my movements were hesitant and unsteady as I tried to shake off the cobwebs. But as the minutes started to tick past, something started to shift.

Each song breathed new life into me. I allowed the rhythms of the diverse tracks to guide me through my preferred styles, transitioning from various forms of hip-hop dancing to burlesque and then to twerking. I surrendered to the music, letting it fill my body and dictate my movements.

With every beat, my muscle memory began to awaken. My body recalled its former fluidity and grace. The initial awkwardness faded as I let the music take the lead. The melodies, beats, and lyrics all helped me rediscover the dancer I once was. Soon, I was moving with the confidence and ease that felt like second nature.

Periodically, I glanced at the mirror to check on Yoongi. Sometimes, I'd catch him sitting forward, watching me with intense admiration or a lingering gaze of desire. At other moments, he'd be reclined on the couch, engrossed in his phone. I'd spot him either scrolling through the screen or having a quiet conversation with someone on the other end of the line. I loved how he never seemed bored while I immersed myself in something I adored. Instead, he contentedly entertained himself, always finding a way to stay engaged.

After what felt like an eternity, my body told me it was time for a break. I walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, pressing the chilled plastic against my neck to cool down. Glancing over my left shoulder, I saw Yoongi sprawled on the couch, absorbed in his phone. As I twisted open the bottle and took a refreshing sip, an idea began to form in my mind about how I could repay him for today's surprises.

I spent the next few moments plotting out my plan and then set the bottle down on the table next to my dress. I gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror, making a few tweaks to my hair and bra. After a flirty wink and a blown kiss to my reflection, I queued up the song I wanted and set it to play next. With a purposeful sway in my step, I headed toward my unsuspecting boyfriend, ready to execute my plan.

I approached Yoongi with a sultry smile, gently taking his hand. He was startled, caught off guard by my sudden presence. Without uttering a word, I coaxed him from the couch, leading him towards the centre of the dance studio. In the mirror, I caught the look in his eyes—an intriguing blend of curiosity and amusement. That curiosity shifted to realisation as I positioned him in front of the chair I had placed.

Once he was in place, I draped my arms around his neck, my fingers lightly raking across his scalp—a touch I knew he adored. I hovered close, my lips mere inches from his. Biting my lip to stifle a giggle, I watched as Yoongi chased my lips, desperate for the kiss he craved. Instead of giving in, I gently pushed his shoulders, guiding him to sit back.

As Yoongi settled into the chair, his lips curled into an adorable pout, clearly protesting our almost-kiss. I took a step back, moving with a deliberately sultry, exaggerated sway in my hips. With a slow, sensual flourish, I dragged the second chair across the floor, making sure to capture his attention, and placed it directly in front of him.

Seconds later, 'Express' by Christina Aguilera began to play, signalling it was time to begin. Yoongi's initial frustration melted into understanding, quickly replaced by a smouldering look of desire. The anticipation in his eyes as he prepared to see me as Lola matched my excitement to reveal what I had planned for him.

I strutted away from him, circling the chair with exaggerated high knee lifts and sharp heel kicks, perfectly in time with the rhythm. After eight counts, I reached the side of the chair, and that's when the real dance began.

My hips moved in provocative swivels as I tapped my thighs flirtatiously before sinking into a squat and perching on the edge of the wooden seat. I arched my back, flaunting the sexy curve of my bare ass cheek, while my hands slid up my chest and wove through my hair. I kept my gaze locked on Yoongi's, determined not to break the spell my movements were weaving around him.

I rolled my shoulders forward in a smooth, undulating motion, like the ebb and flow of an ocean wave. As I bent forward, my fingers sensuously traced down my leg and heel, offering a tantalising display that hinted he could watch but not touch. I shot him a seductive wink, savouring the soft pink hue that blossomed on his cheeks. With a swift, fluid motion, I snapped upright. My hair emphasised the movement, whipping over my shoulders as I arched my back into a sharply seductive curve. This signature burlesque move of mine was a crowd favourite at Copacabana; I used to joke it was Lola's money-maker. I was proud that it had captivated my boyfriend like it had the countless patrons I used to dance for. However, unlike those men at Copacabana, the visible tent in Yoongi's pants filled me with desire and need.

As I lost myself in the dance, a realisation dawned on me. For the first time in eight years, it wasn't Lola performing to seduce a man—it was me. Even with Taehyung, whenever I danced for him in one of our bedrooms, I always slipped into my Lola persona.

I was crawling across the floor towards Yoongi when it struck me why this performance felt so different: he made me feel truly seen. He knew my deepest secrets, my flaws, and the parts of me I kept hidden from everyone else. Yet he never looked at me as though I were damaged. Instead, he saw the woman I was and the woman I aspired to be, accepting me completely and without reservation.

At that moment, another revelation hit me with undeniable clarity: I was falling in love with Yoongi Min.

As the final notes of the song faded, I gracefully sank to the floor, positioning myself between his spread knees. My chest heaved with deep, ragged breaths. I kept my gaze on his chiselled features, peeking through the flutter of my lashes. His face showed a blend of surprise and admiration, his eyes locked on mine with intense focus. From how his thighs tensed under my touch, I could tell he was affected by what he'd just seen.

The air was electric and thick with sexual tension. His gaze seared into my skin like he was leaving his powerful mark on my very being.

"Fuck me, Babygirl," Yoongi murmured with a breathy huskiness. His hands gently brushed the loose strands of hair from my sweat-glistened face, his touch tender and reverent. "That was, without a doubt, the sexiest thing I've ever seen. The way you move..." He let out a long, admiring breath before leaning in and capturing my lips with his.

Yoongi's lips moved against mine with a hungry determination. One of my hands slid up his legs, to his waistband, where it began to tug on the bottom of his button-down. The other palmed his erection as it begged to be released from its clothed prison. I felt his appendage pulsate with the tempo of his heart, the twitches evident even through the thick denim.

A soft whine escaped my lips as Yoongi pulled away from the kiss. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he asked, his hands cradling my head gently and tilting it so our eyes met. "Thank you for dancing for me. I'm honoured to see you perform as Chloe, not Lola." Despite the thrum of the music, his words cut through effortlessly, resonating deeply with me.

A wildfire of need ignited within me from hearing his praise and feeling the effect I had on him. I frantically and deftly undid his jeans at lightning speed. Yoongi let out a guttural groan as I reached inside his boxers to palm his velvety length.

"Yoongi, I need you," I begged, certain that I'd combust if I didn't have him in me in the next five seconds. "Please, Tiger."

"I'm all yours, Babygirl. Come take what you want."

Pressing my hands firmly on Yoongi's muscular thighs, I lifted myself off the floor and into a crouch. With a confident, sensual arch of my back, I raised my hips until I was bent at a perfect 90-degree angle. Watching him bite his lower lip as he took in the curve of my body, I'd never felt sexier or more desired in my life.

My hands glided up his thighs and to his hips. I relished the feeling of his muscles tensing under my touch; I loved that I affected him as much as he did me. I kept eye contact as I pushed my upper body forward, following the line of his body. As I got closer to his neck, I could hear his gasp as my lace-covered nipples grazed against his chest. Finally, after what felt like the slowest and most sensual transition ever, I was back on my feet and standing between his legs.

However, I didn't stay like that long.

I stepped out from between Yoongi's legs and began to circle the chair, each step slow and deliberate. Every move I made was choreographed to entice him. Once I reached his back, I placed my hands on his shoulders, letting them glide down his torso until my lips hovered near his ear. In my most sultry, breathy tone, I whispered, "I can take whatever I want?" Yoongi emitted a sound that was a mix of a gasp and a moan as he nodded. "You'll be a good boy and let me do whatever I want?"

"It's your show, Babygirl," he breathed, his voice faltering with the final words as my fingers circled his sensitive nipple. "Use me however you want..." His left hand shot up, grabbing the back of my neck with a swift, unexpected motion. "...But remember, I'll be in control again after this."

I kept a finger on his body as I finished the loop around the chair. As I returned to stand before him, I straddled his thighs and crashed our lips together. When I felt his tongue sweep across my lower lip, I pulled back, tugging his hair so he looked up at me through hooded eyes.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, Tiger."

I pushed away from his body and crossed the short distance to the second chair, where I settled comfortably. "You're wearing far too many clothes, Baby." I gave him a playful nod to stand, smiling as he complied. "Now it's your turn to strip for me."

Yoongi let out a sharp laugh. "Can I at least pick the song?" he asked, his tongue playfully peeking out from the side of his mouth like it did whenever he was in a teasing mood.

I gestured toward my phone with a flourish of my arm, giving him the green light. As he sauntered across the room, I took in the sight of his physique. His shoulders, while not the broadest I'd seen, seemed more pronounced against his narrow waist. The tailored shirt he wore accentuated his upper body in the best way possible. His toned thighs and legs drew my attention, but it was his perfectly shaped bubble butt that irresistibly captured my gaze.

One thing was for sure, I couldn't wait to see what he had in store for me.

What I didn't expect him to choose, though, was one of the sexiest songs out of my playlist. As the raindrop drum beat of Bando Jonez's 'Sex You' filled the air, Yoongi moved with the precision of a predator stalking his prey.

From our time on the dance floor at Jimin and Poppy's birthday party, I already knew that Yoongi had an innate sense of rhythm. He proved it once more. He began unfastening his shirt, one button at a time as his hips swayed to the beat. Looking away was futile; my boyfriend was too irresistible. With each deliberate movement, it was clear that if he kept this up, I'd soon be nothing but a puddle of unfulfilled desire.

It felt like three songs had passed during the time it took him to take off his shirt—but in reality, the song hadn't even gotten to the first chorus yet. My eyes tracked the path his hands took as they slid down his exposed chest and torso. I loved the feeling of his warm skin under my touch, and I wished to feel it now. When Yoongi's hands reached his pants, one slid into his pocket. An audible moan escaped my lips as the device inside me came to life. I'd completely forgotten about the vibrator—by the shit-eating grin on Yoongi's face, he knew it, too.

"I thought I was the one in charge, Baby," I chided, though my tone was more playful than stern as he cranked up the intensity a notch.

"You are," he smirked. "Can't blame me though. You look so fucking sexy writhing around on the chair like that, though."

I extended my hand towards him, and without a word, he placed the remote into my palm with a willing smile. "You're still wearing too many clothes," I said, glancing down at his denim-clad legs. Though he looked amazing in those ripped black skinny jeans, I needed them off... and quickly.

Watching Yoongi fumble, hopping to shed his shoes, socks, and pants, reminded me of eager teenagers in those rom-com teen movies—you know, the ones where they were about to lose their virginity. Standing before me in just his boxers, I gave him a subtle nod to indicate they needed to go, too. He kept eye contact with me the whole time the final piece of clothing slipped down his legs. I didn't miss the proud smirk that came over him as he watched my eyes rake over his hard length.

"On your knees, Baby," I said, trying to inject as much authority into my voice as I could. Even though it might have come across more like a mouse trying to roar, he obeyed the command without hesitation. "Since you were a bad boy, I'm gonna have to punish you."

Yoongi's eyes twinkled with excitement; I knew what he wanted but that wasn't going to happen. With a slow, deliberate move, I spread my legs wide until my knees draped over each side of the chair. Everything was on display for him now, which was all part of his punishment—he'd be able to see and smell but not touch.

I patted the wooden seat of my chair and said, "Keep your hands here, Baby. If they move, everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he murmured, moving his hands to where I directed him. "I promise I'll be good."

With a gentle touch, I moved each of his hands to where I wanted them. I slid further into the chair until my ass was almost hanging off the edge. I was so close to Yoongi's face that I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive core. His fingers tensed as I rested a foot on each of his hands, spreading myself wide for his viewing pleasure. I could see the desperation in him to touch me. True to his word, though, he remained exactly as I had positioned him.

Placing the remote for the vibrator onto my thigh, I reached behind me and undid my bra. It felt like Yoongi's eyes tracked every minute jiggle my breasts made as they were unleashed from their fabric cage. He was definitely a boob man. For a second, I wondered what it would feel like to have him fuck my breasts. I had to shake that thought out of my head because as much as it turned me on to think about, I was here for a purpose.

I made a show of sliding my thong to the side, allowing my boyfriend an uninterrupted view of my glistening sex that was still stuffed with the toy. His fingers clenched under my feet and for a moment, I waited to see if he would stop this scene and take back his control. However, instead of attaching his mouth to my body and eating me out like I thought he might have done, he sat back on his haunches and watched.

My eyes locked with Yoongi's as I slid a finger from each hand between my lips and sucked. I couldn't stop my smirk when his tongue made a slow lick of his lips—I had him right where I wanted him. I pulled my fingers out of my mouth with a 'pop' and began tracing circles around each of my nipples. Even though I didn't have the most sensitive breasts, I moaned at the feeling of them being tweaked and pinched.

Between the toy vibrating at a medium intensity with a random pulsating pattern and my breast play, I could feel my high building quickly. I wanted this to be a memorable show for Yoongi, so grasping hold of the remote, I increased the intensity until it was at its highest setting. Immediately, my entire body was taken over with pleasure. Every muscle twitched as I hurtled towards one of the strongest orgasms in my life. Right when I thought I was at the precipice, though, my body wouldn't allow me to find my release.

It seemed Yoongi could see that too, because, with a deep, raspy voice, he uttered, "Cum, Babygirl."

As if his command was the key that unlocked my orgasm, my body found its release. I felt like I had shattered into a billion atoms of stardust, each sprinkling pleasure into the world. After being edged for so long in the car, then dancing with the toy rubbing against my clit and G-spot for ages, followed by the intense vibrations, I felt liquid expel from me.

Instead of basking in my afterglow, tears burst from my eyes as I crumpled in on myself. I pulled my legs tight into my body, trying to be as small as I possibly could, hiding myself in embarrassment. I had never been so mortified in all my life. How could I ever face Yoongi after I'd pissed all over him?

I was startled as his arms wrapped around me. I attempted to pull away, but Yoongi held firm. With effortless strength, he lifted me from the chair and gently lowered us both to the floor. There, he held me close, whispering sweet nothings into my ear between tender kisses.

As I cried, one thought played on a loop: How could he bear to hold me after what I had done to him?

Eventually, my tears subsided, leaving only a few sniffles and hiccups. Yoongi gazed at me with the deepest affection, gently wiping the damp tracks from my cheeks. He then pressed his lips to mine, delivering the sweetest kiss I've ever experienced in my life.

"What's going through your mind, Angel?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

I shot him an incredulous look, one that asked if he was joking. "Seriously? I just pissed all over you, and you're asking what's on my mind?"

I felt Yoongi's shoulders quiver as he tried to suppress his laughter, the sight of his flushed cheeks betraying his struggle. He bit his lip, desperately attempting to hold it in. "You... you think you peed on me? Babygirl, that wasn't urine... you squirted. And I have to say, it was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life."

I blinked once, twice, then a third time before his words fully registered. "I squirted?" He nodded his head emphatically. "I didn't know I could do that."

He slammed our mouths together in a fiery kiss, our tongues intertwining and teeth clashing with fervour. When we finally broke apart, Yoongi gazed into my eyes, breathless and determined, declaring, "You do realise I'm on a mission to make you do that again... and again... and again."