A/N:  This chapter is not only NSFW.  It's the last NSFW chapter in the plot of the story.  Before, you get too upset about that though.  Do remember that I did say that I was open to suggestions on additional bonus chapters and alternate perspectives.  Just hold tight to those ideas until we come to the little pow wow question and answer portion.  

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Yoongi's trademark gummy smile evolves into a smirk as he disrobes and heads my way. "I thought I might find you here since you weren't in the hot tub. I figured you needed some way to unwind after the stressful week you have had."

"Yeah. I mean I am glad that most of it is all over. I realize that the court hearing for the sasaeng that kidnapped me still has to happen. But, from what I understood, I shouldn't need to be there for that." I won't lie, that part confuses me.

"I think it's because they didn't deny their actions. They probably won't even have to do much jail time. It's Hye Rin who they really want to incarcerate."

"It's Hye Rin that I really want them to incarcerate too. The woman definitely has a couple of screws loose, and she is barely riding the rails of what remains of her sanity the way it is. I want them to find her before she snaps." I sigh as he starts tracing his fingertips across my back. I don't want to ask, but I can't help but be curious. "Have they heard anything regarding Youngmi?"

"I know they are researching how exactly those two are related. After all they have different surnames, but I don't doubt that they are brother and sister like you said. They more than likely share the same mother. It makes it slightly more convenient regarding the fact that Hye Rin's surname is more unique than her brother's. I know the first place that the authorities will check is the birth certifications. Here's to hoping that their mother documented their paternity properly."

"I want them both brought to justice, but I admit that I am not quite as worried about Youngmi as I am Hye Rin. Perhaps I should be." I shrug my shoulders.

"I understand why you feel that way, but if for some reason he should come up to you when we aren't around then don't trust him for a minute. I'm glad that the company had the foresight to change security codes and disable the magnetic strip on his badge."

"Mm." I nod.

Yoongi sighs. "That's not the only thing on your mind though."

I shake my head. "No, of course not. I'm worried how things will work out with Joshua. I think we should probably discuss the plans regarding him as a family. That's only mildly worrying me though in comparison to having to wait around for the court papers. Not to mention, where is Candace going to stay when they do get here?"

"Let me set your mind at ease a bit. When it comes to Joshua we all will accept him with open arms. The moment we each met him we instantly fell in love with the little guy." He sighs. "I know I probably didn't show it as much as the others, but believe me when I say that the sweet boy had me awestruck. When I saw how enamored he was with music I just wanted to take him under my wing and coach him." He pauses for a moment, and I don't have to turn around to see the smile growing on his face. "And now I will either be able to do that myself, or hire someone I know and trust to work with him. We will make sure to help him cultivate his love for music in this house."

Our conversation greatly sets my mind at ease, and once we let the water out of the tub and dry off I find myself a lot more relaxed than I have been. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I ask him.

"Of course I will, Honey."

"Will you love me?" I find myself asking him.

We are still only wearing towels and despite how we dried off, a layer of dampness still clings to our skin. "If you are simply asking me do I love you. Then the answer is yes, and I always will. If you are asking me to physically make love to you. Let me reassure you that I want to feel your warmth wrapped around me every hour of the day." It's obvious despite his two reassurances that he knew exactly what I was asking when he promptly removes both of our towels and pulls me in close. Another dangerous sexy smirk lighting across his face. "Did you want to play, Honey?"

"What did you have in mind?" I don't ask him out of fear or general nervousness. I am legitimately curious.

"Well, I have a few things I'm considering. Like always I ask you though... Do you trust me?"

"Without a shadow of doubt."

"Good. Go lay down on the bed."

He pulls open my bedside drawer, which apparently has become his sex toy drawer now, without me knowing it. He pulls out the silk cord he tied me up with. "Are you opposed to the idea of me shortening the length of the rope? I won't be able to resituate you with it shorter, but I am curious to learn how I would feel if I were to actually restrain you."

I think about it. "Honestly, I'm curious to find out for myself. I won't lie though. It does make me a bit nervous, but I don't think I am scared."

"Good. If for some reason you do get scared, or at the very least overwhelmed, then please let me know. Okay Honey?"

"I will. I promise." I know that when he says overwhelmed in this case he means in an unwelcome way.

He measures out the length of cord for each of them before tying them to the poles that make up the frame of my poster bed. Then he pulls out the blindfold. He holds it up for me to see it, and I nod at him in response to his silent question. After he takes away my sight he licks at the seam of my lips before taking my lips harshly with his own.

When he pulls away I am not sure where he is in the room for a few minutes. I know the drawer is still open because he didn't shut it before he put the blindfold on, and I haven't heard it slide shut since. Suddenly I find his presence above me, and he kisses me once more. This time softly and carefully as his fingers map their way down my body. He trails his fingertips every so lightly down my neck, and I find the sensation so drastically different since he has been attempting to learn to play the guitar. The callouses add another element that I didn't expect.

He trails those talented fingers across my collarbone while his tongue continues to lick at the seam of my lips. I gasp when he hits a sensitive spot that I wasn't aware and most certainly didn't expect. My response has him circling back and doing it again and again. I find myself rubbing my thighs together as if I can quench my growing need for him that way. Then his fingers on either hand are deftly plucking at my nipples, playing them like he would the tightly coiled guitar strings. I automatically arch my back at the sensations, not sure if the physical response is meant to encourage him, bring my body closer to his, or what. His lips leave mine and an unwarranted whimper leaves my mouth. He pecks me softly, and I can sense the smirk on his mouth from the angle of his expression even though the kiss was brief.

I hear shifting in the drawer again, and while I am curious about what he is doing I don't form a question. I know the mystery of it all is part of the fun for him, and I fully want to embrace that mystery myself. He pulls my legs apart before planting a kiss to the corner of my pubic bone. His fingers trail over my core, and I am shocked to discover that they are warm and wet. The wetness though isn't water, I am not sure what it is, but there is more of a substance to it than water. Before I can wonder about it more he is tracing his fingers down me, baring me apart before working those damp warm fingers inside of me. I arch my pelvis welcoming the sensation, and just when I think he is going to start a rhythm inside me with those gifted fingers he pulls away.

I literally whimper at the loss, which has him slightly chuckling. "Relax, Honey." He says before I feel something foreign at my entrance. I relax like he says but I am most definitely a bit apprehensive about it when I feel a part of it entering my body. It's not very big, but I can tell it's curved as he inserts it inside of me. There is some larger shaped top that almost perfectly seats over my entire core. A moment later a light vibrating sensation begins tingling inside of me. The larger top portion hums directly against my clit.

I find myself whining at the sensation. "That's the lowest setting, Honey. Do you think you can handle more?"

"Please." I find myself asking, although I honestly didn't take a moment to think over a response.

He doesn't chuckle this time. He isn't near me when the vibrations increase, so there must be some kind of remote for the device that he inserted inside of me. I realize now that the odd shape of the part inside me is so it can perfectly hit my g-spot.

This time without warning he hits the button again, and I swear that my entire body is humming just like the vibrator, or whatever it is inside of me. I groan and fist the sheets since I can't apply some kind of additional relief to my nipples.

It's the third setting that completely does me in. That vibration both inside me and against my clit has me crying out so harshly I am sure that I might just lose my voice. Yet still it acts as more of a tease than a way to relieve me of the tension building within. Yoongi apparently works out that fact for himself without me having to explain it, because he changes the speed again and this time my orgasm is definitely there, ramping up and ready to explode out of me. I whimper, cry, and thrash as much as I am able to on the bed.

Yoongi comes close beside me. His free hand tracing over my heated flesh. Taking a moment to attend to my nipples with his hand on the left side and his mouth on the right. His other hand must be near my ear, because I hear a soft click as he depresses that remote one last time. There is no way my body can deny me now. My orgasm is so strong it literally rips out of me.

Yoongi must feel like at this point he has tortured us both enough as he pulls the object from my body, widens my thighs even further and thrusts inside of me. I'm still quaking from the orgasm as he tunnels inside my channel. A million little aftershocks run through me over and over again, and I know my next orgasm is going to be one of the strongest to date. I cry out when his cock finds my tortured g-spot, and he groans at the sensation himself. He aims for that spot over and over again. The next orgasm washes over me like a tsunami and for a brief moment in suspended time I think my scream is loud enough to echo off the walls until I realize he is screaming right along with me as he releases inside of me.

He pulls out and lays beside me for a moment to catch his breath, while I too seem to have trouble regaining my own breath. "I definitely think that is something we should repeat in the future."

I don't have the energy to laugh. But I am more than likely grinning like a lunatic. He cleans me up before removing the blindfold covering my eyes. As he goes to untie my right hand I see the object sitting on top of the bedside table. It is pink, and the part that was inserted within me is only about 3 inches (7 ½ cm) long. The large top isn't actually as large as I initially thought it was. Maybe about the same size actually, but it was probably the shape that had me confused. It is shaped like an artistic butterfly. The oval shaped remote lies beside it.

After I am free he goes to clean up the toy before he places it back in the drawer. "Are you the only one that knows those toys are in there?"

He smirks at me. "I'll never tell. You'll just have to find out for yourself."

I groan and throw my arm over my eyes. My soulmates really don't need any assistance making sure I have the best sex imaginable. I don't want to imagine what more toys will probably end up adding in there in the future.

"Oh, and by the way, it has twelve vibration settings. We only made it to number four. I guess we are going to have to build up your resistance to the toy as well as ice."

Twelve settings??? He's going to kill me.