Yoongi hovered over Valentina, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at her. The room felt charged, the air thick with anticipation after the intensity of her earlier release. He was far from done, though; the way his gaze lingered on her trembling form told her that. Valentina’s body, still sensitive from the hours of teasing, quivered beneath him. The afterglow of her orgasm had barely begun to fade, and now, her pulse quickened once again under his scrutinizing stare.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked, his voice low and husky, teasing her as if the answer wasn’t already obvious.

Valentina looked up at him, her breath shaky. Her limbs felt heavy, but the desire coursing through her veins was unmistakable. Even after the intense pleasure she had just experienced, she wanted more. Needed more. But Yoongi wasn’t going to give it to her so easily.

“Beg,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “Beg me for it.”

The words sent a thrill through her, one that made her core tighten in anticipation. Yoongi never made anything easy for her. He wanted her to work for it, to show him just how much she needed him. And even now, after everything, Valentina found herself craving his control, wanting to please him more than anything else.

“Please,” she breathed, her voice barely audible as she stared up at him with pleading eyes.

Yoongi arched a brow, clearly not satisfied with her weak attempt. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her neck as he placed a soft kiss there. “That’s not enough, Valentina,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “You can do better than that.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips, the need in her voice becoming more apparent. “Please, Yoongi,” she said again, louder this time. Her hands reached up to grasp his shoulders, her body instinctively trying to pull him closer. “I need you. Please.”

Yoongi chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the desperation in her tone. His hand slid down her body, fingers trailing over her stomach before dipping between her legs. He could feel how wet she still was, how ready her body was for him. But he wasn’t going to make it that easy. Not yet.

“I want to hear you beg properly,” he said, his voice taking on a more commanding edge. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Valentina’s cheeks flushed with heat, the words caught in her throat as she squirmed beneath him. The way he teased her with his fingers made it hard to think straight, let alone form coherent sentences. But she knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear her say it, to lay her desires bare in front of him.

“Please, Yoongi,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she clung to him. “I want you to fuck me. Please. I need you inside me.”

Yoongi smirked, clearly pleased with her response. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

With that, he positioned himself between her legs, his hands gently guiding her thighs apart as he settled over her. Valentina’s heart pounded in her chest, her body already aching for him. The sensation of his length teasing her entrance made her whimper, the anticipation almost too much to bear. She could feel him there, hovering just out of reach, taunting her with the promise of what was to come.

“Tell me again,” Yoongi commanded, his voice low and demanding. “Beg for it.”

Valentina’s body trembled as she looked up at him, her breath ragged. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, Yoongi, fuck me.”

Yoongi let out a low growl of approval, finally giving her what she had been begging for. He pushed into her slowly, making sure she felt every inch as he filled her completely. Valentina’s back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt him stretch her. The sensation was overwhelming, her body still so sensitive from everything he had put her through earlier.

But Yoongi wasn’t going to let her off easy. He moved slowly, deliberately, his pace torturously gentle as he began to thrust into her. Valentina whimpered beneath him, her hands clutching the sheets as she tried to keep herself from crying out. The slow, deliberate pace was maddening, teasing her with just enough pleasure to make her crave more but never giving her the satisfaction she so desperately wanted.

“Beg for more,” Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued to move inside her.

Valentina moaned, her body trembling with need as she clung to him. “Please,” she gasped, her voice barely audible as she begged him. “Please go faster. I need more. Please, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s eyes darkened with lust as he heard her pleas, and he rewarded her by picking up the pace. His thrusts became harder, deeper, the sound of skin against skin filling the room as he began to fuck her in earnest. Valentina cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as she held on for dear life. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, her entire body alight with the sensation of him pounding into her.

“That’s it,” Yoongi growled, his voice low and commanding as he thrust into her harder. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”

Valentina could barely think, her mind consumed by the pleasure Yoongi was giving her. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her body, her muscles tensing as she felt herself hurtling towards another orgasm. But Yoongi wasn’t done with her yet. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss as he continued to fuck her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her even closer to him as he drove into her harder and deeper with each thrust.

“Beg for it again,” he demanded, his voice a low growl against her lips.

Valentina’s body was trembling with need, her mind a haze of pleasure as she gasped for breath. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please make me come.”

Yoongi chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the desperation in her voice. “You don’t get to come until I say so,” he reminded her, his thrusts never faltering. “You belong to me, Valentina. Your pleasure is mine to control.”

Valentina whimpered, her body on the edge of another orgasm as she tried to hold herself back. It was torture, being so close to release but not being able to let go. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her muscles tight with the effort of holding herself back.

“Please,” she begged again, her voice trembling as she clung to him. “Please, Yoongi, I need to come.”

Yoongi smirked, clearly pleased with her desperation. “Not yet,” he said, his voice dripping with control. “You’ll come when I say so, and not a second before.”

Valentina cried out, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to drive into her with relentless precision. The pleasure was overwhelming, her body trembling with need as she tried to hold herself together. But Yoongi wasn’t making it easy. His thrusts were deep and hard, hitting her in just the right spot to send waves of ecstasy crashing through her body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Yoongi leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Now.”

And with that, Valentina’s body exploded in pleasure. She screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave as her entire body convulsed beneath him. Yoongi continued to thrust into her, drawing out her release for as long as possible until she was a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.

When he finally stilled, Yoongi hovered over her, his breath ragged as he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk. “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead.

Valentina lay there, utterly spent, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She had given him everything, just as he had demanded. And in that moment, as she lay beneath him, completely at his mercy, she knew she would give him anything he asked for. Because Yoongi had a way of making every demand feel like the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known.