Yoongi led Valentina through the entrance of Jin’s exclusive restaurant, his hand resting possessively on her lower back as they were greeted by the host. Despite the elegant ambiance and the soft murmur of conversations around them, Valentina couldn’t calm her racing heart. The events of the morning still lingered in her mind—and in her body. She had been on edge for hours now, Yoongi’s constant teasing keeping her in a perpetual state of longing and need.

"Private booth," Yoongi instructed the host smoothly. "I’d like somewhere discreet."

The host nodded, instantly recognizing the powerful CEO and his companion, and led them toward the back of the restaurant where more intimate booths were set up away from prying eyes. Valentina kept her gaze down as they walked, her body still humming from the earlier tension. Every step she took reminded her of the vibrating panties that Yoongi had removed back in the office, but the phantom sensation of them still haunted her every movement.

When they reached the booth, Yoongi slid in first, motioning for Valentina to join him. Instead of letting her sit across from him like a normal dining companion, he pulled her close, positioning her to straddle his thigh. The moment her bare core pressed against the firm muscle of his leg, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she gasped softly.

"Shh," Yoongi whispered into her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Stay quiet, Valentina. You don’t want to draw attention to us, do you?"

Valentina shook her head, her breath coming in short, quick bursts as her bare skin pressed harder against him. The heat between her legs was unbearable, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her already over-stimulated body.

"Good girl," Yoongi murmured, his left hand slipping under her skirt. His fingers brushed over her sensitive flesh, teasing her with featherlight touches as she squirmed in his lap, trying desperately to hold herself together.

A waiter arrived at their table, bowing politely as he handed them menus, though Valentina could barely focus on anything other than the steady pressure of Yoongi’s thigh beneath her and the teasing touch of his fingers.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was the picture of calm. He casually placed an order for them both—his deep voice as smooth and controlled as ever—before turning his attention back to Valentina. His left hand remained under her skirt, moving in slow, deliberate circles as he began feeding her with his right.

"Open your mouth," Yoongi instructed, holding a piece of sashimi in front of her lips.

Valentina obeyed, her lips parting as he gently fed her the delicate morsel. The taste of the fresh fish barely registered in her mind, her senses entirely overwhelmed by the way Yoongi’s fingers continued to torment her beneath the table. She could feel the slickness pooling between her thighs, and her grip on his shoulder tightened as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"Does that taste good?" Yoongi asked, his voice laced with amusement as he watched her.

Valentina nodded, unable to form words as her body trembled with the need for release. Every subtle movement of her hips sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her, and she could feel herself nearing the edge again—just like she had been all day. But Yoongi wasn’t about to let her have it that easily.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he whispered, "Not yet. You’ll wait until I say you can cum, Valentina. Understand?"

A soft whimper escaped her lips, but she nodded obediently, knowing she had no choice but to endure the torture he was putting her through. The friction of her bare core against his thigh, combined with the slow teasing of his fingers, was almost too much to bear. She was teetering on the brink of release, but Yoongi kept her there, never allowing her the satisfaction of tipping over the edge.

As the meal continued, Yoongi kept up the teasing, feeding her bite after bite of food while his hand worked its magic under the table. Valentina’s entire body was on fire, her thighs quivering as she ground against his leg, desperate for more.

"Yoongi," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she tried to keep herself from crying out. "Please…"

Yoongi chuckled softly, his hand withdrawing from under her skirt for a moment. He rested his palm on her thigh, his thumb lazily tracing circles on her heated skin. "Patience," he said simply, his tone teasing.

The waiter returned to clear their plates, and Valentina sat stiffly, trying her best to appear normal despite the fact that she was practically dripping with need. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, but Yoongi showed no signs of stopping. Once the table was cleared, he leaned back in his seat, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her.

Without warning, his hand slipped back under her skirt, and this time, he didn’t just tease her. His fingers slid between her folds, slick with arousal, and he pushed two of them inside her. Valentina gasped, her entire body arching forward as she clung to his shoulders.

"Quiet," Yoongi reminded her sternly, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of her. "You wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would you?"

Valentina bit down on her lower lip, her head falling forward as she tried to hold back her moans. Her hips bucked against his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction, but Yoongi kept his movements slow and controlled, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible.

"You’ve been so good today," Yoongi whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?"

Valentina nodded frantically, her body trembling with anticipation. She was so close, so unbearably close, and Yoongi knew it.

"Then cum for me," he commanded softly, his fingers curling inside her just the right way.

Valentina’s entire body seized with pleasure as the orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clenching tightly around Yoongi’s fingers. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting down on the fabric of his jacket to muffle the loud moan that threatened to escape her lips.

Yoongi held her close as she rode out the waves of her release, his hand never leaving her until she was completely spent. When her body finally relaxed against him, Yoongi withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her arousal with a satisfied smirk.

"You did well, Valentina," he praised her, his voice soft and approving. "But we’re not done yet."

Valentina’s eyes widened in surprise as Yoongi helped her stand up from his lap. Her legs were weak, and her entire body felt like it was still buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm, but Yoongi wasn’t finished with her. He placed a firm hand on the small of her back and led her toward the exit, his expression unreadable.

Once they were outside and back in the privacy of his car, Yoongi turned to her with a dark, hungry look in his eyes. "You’ll thank me properly when we get home," he said, his voice low and full of promise.

Valentina’s heart skipped a beat as she nodded, knowing that whatever Yoongi had in store for her next, it would be even more intense than what had just happened.

As they drove back to the mansion, the night far from over, Valentina couldn’t help but feel both excited and nervous for what awaited her. Yoongi was unpredictable, and she knew that her submission to him would be tested again and again. But despite the fear and the uncertainty, she couldn’t deny the thrill of it all.

Yoongi glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he thought of the endless possibilities awaiting them back home.