Yoongi stood up slowly from behind his desk, his eyes scanning the room, making sure everything was still in order. Valentina, flushed and panting, tried to gather herself beneath him, her lips slightly parted, her body still trembling from the intense encounter they had just shared. She blinked a few times, attempting to focus as she tugged her skirt back down and attempted to sit up.

Without a word, Yoongi extended his hand toward her, his expression softer now than it had been moments ago. She looked at him with curiosity, the shift in his demeanor catching her off guard. There was something intimate in the way he regarded her now, almost tender, which stood in stark contrast to the dominant, demanding Yoongi who had taken her so thoroughly just a moment ago.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice low and gentle, but firm enough that she knew it wasn’t a request. He held her hand, helping her stand, and led her out of the office. She followed, her body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure, and her mind racing to keep up with him.

Yoongi guided her to a nearby bathroom, one reserved for high-ranking executives like himself. He flicked on the light, revealing a large, pristine space with marble countertops, a private shower, and luxurious towels folded neatly on the rack. Valentina glanced around, not entirely sure what to expect next.

Yoongi wasted no time. He turned on the sink, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right, then grabbed a soft washcloth. With gentle hands, he dampened the cloth and turned to Valentina, his eyes locking with hers. She watched, captivated, as he moved closer, his free hand brushing her cheek. He carefully lifted the hem of her blouse, exposing her skin, and began to wipe her down.

The cool water against her heated skin felt soothing, a stark contrast to the fire that had burned between them only minutes ago. His touch was so delicate, so mindful, that it made her heart skip a beat. He cleaned her with meticulous care, running the washcloth over her neck, down her arms, and across her chest, making sure to ease any discomfort from their earlier activities.

As he gently wiped her thighs, Valentina could feel her body responding to him all over again. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the arousal that threatened to resurface, but Yoongi noticed. His eyes flickered up to meet hers, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It was brief but filled with a kind of affection that Valentina wasn’t expecting. His thumb brushed her chin as he pulled back, and for a moment, she was lost in the tenderness of the gesture.

“You did well today,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “But tonight, kitten, I want to push you further.”

Valentina’s breath hitched in her throat as Yoongi took a step back, folding the washcloth and placing it neatly on the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, the teasing smirk returning to his lips.

“We’re going somewhere special tonight. A club,” he said, his tone filled with promise. “But not just any club. It’s a BDSM club, one where people like us go to play. There, you’ll be on a leash... wearing nothing.”

Her eyes widened in surprise at the casual way he dropped this information. The idea of being so exposed, so vulnerable in front of strangers, both thrilled and terrified her. Yoongi continued, his eyes darkening with desire.

“You’ll stay by my side the whole time, of course. But I want to show you off, Valentina. I want people to see just how obedient you are. How perfect you are for me.”

Her pulse quickened at his words, but she trusted him, and that trust made her nod, albeit hesitantly. Yoongi reached out and gently cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Are you ready for that, kitten?” he asked, his voice a low purr. “To give yourself over to me completely?”

Valentina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what this meant. It wasn’t just about sex; it was about submitting fully, allowing him to control her in a public space. It was about trust and vulnerability on a level she had never experienced before.

But despite her nerves, she found herself nodding again, this time more confidently.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice soft but resolute.

Yoongi’s smile widened, satisfied with her answer. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time lingering, his lips soft and warm against hers. When he pulled away, he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.

With that, Yoongi took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, back to his office. He instructed her to gather her things and prepare for the evening ahead. Valentina did as she was told, the weight of the upcoming night settling over her like a heavy blanket. But beneath the nerves, there was a growing excitement, a deep anticipation for what was to come.

By the time they left the office, it was late evening. Yoongi drove them to his mansion, his hand resting on Valentina’s thigh the entire ride. His touch was possessive, a reminder of the control he had over her, and she relished it.

Once home, Yoongi gave her some time to prepare, instructing her to shower and change into something simple. He had already chosen the leash and collar she would wear for the night, along with a soft silk robe that barely covered her body. The robe was meant to be discarded the moment they arrived at the club.

As she stood in front of the mirror, her heart raced. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she knew that whatever happened, Yoongi would take care of her. He had proven that time and time again. And now, she was ready to take this next step with him, to fully immerse herself in the world of submission and trust.

When she emerged from the bathroom, dressed as he had instructed, Yoongi was waiting for her. He approached her slowly, his eyes raking over her body with approval. With a gentle hand, he clasped the collar around her neck, his fingers lingering on the soft velvet.

“You look perfect,” he said softly, his eyes filled with pride. He attached the leash, the sound of the metal clinking against the collar making her stomach flip.

As they walked to the car, Valentina’s nerves returned, but the reassuring squeeze of Yoongi’s hand on the leash reminded her that she was his, and he would guide her through whatever lay ahead.

The night was just beginning.