Yoongi felt his cheeks heat as he got up from the relative safety of his desk and walked, practically naked, to twist the latch above the door handle, unlocking it as instructed. He'd seen the contents of the box and he was beginning to get a better idea of just what Hoseok had in mind with his 'game'. His dick was already twitching with interest.

"Y-yes, sir." The tremble of anxiety, and underneath that, the excitement. "Done, sir."

"Take out the lube and the vibrator and place them on your desk. Somewhere within easy reach. You can leave the cock ring where it is. We won't be needing that, now will we?"

The lube was non-descript, something water based. The vibrator, however, was very interesting. It wasn't one of his, for starters. He'd never seen this one before. Black, sleek, silicone, smaller than a dildo but longer than a bullet, vaguely L-shaped and smoothly curved. He set them both on the desk.

"Yes, sir. Done, sir."

"And now the blindfold, kitten."

He knew it was coming, but it still gave him pause. Even with the door unlocked, he would probably be able to scramble off and behind his desk at the first suggestion of a silhouette beyond the frosted glass. A blindfold would leave him completely vulnerable.

"Yes, sir."

But before he indicated he'd finished the task, Hoseok added silkily. "Let's hope the next person through that door is me, hmm?"

The word sent a jolt of panic spiking through him and he actually lowered the black cloth from his eyes to dart worriedly to the door, as though Hoseok's taunting words might summon one of the many employees to his office.

He was torn. One the one hand, his system was flooding with all those feel good juices, dopamine, adrenaline, testosterone. After being wound so tight all week, he latched on to the liberation of surrendering himself to Hoseok. On the other, if he was caught (and that was a very real, but calculated risk), his career would be severely impacted. His reputation as a cold, calm professional would be shredded, perhaps beyond recovery. The thought of that almost had him using his safe word.

"Kitten..." The impatient reminder that Hoseok was waiting for his compliance.

Fuck it. He needed this. He wrapped the cloth over his eyes and tied it behind his head tightly.

"D-done, sir."

"I'm already halfway there. So, let's pick up the pace. Thighs open, nice and wide, lube up the vibrator and stick it in your pretty hole. No prep. I know you like the sting. Don't you?"

His breath caught in his throat. Hoseok had, thus far, been less than enthused by anything that caused even mild discomfort. But now he sounded just a little mean, as though Yoongi's pain was a treat he was eager to indulge in. Like whipped cream on your coffee. You know you shouldn't, but it was just too good to turn down.

"Yes, sir." He fumbled blindly for the lube and toy, spreading his thighs wantonly. He squirted the gel onto the aid and wiggled until he was right on the edge of the desk. Even perched precariously as he was, he still had to lean back a little to do as he was told.

A flush crept up his face and he imagined how he must look. His semi-hard cock dipped and bobbed as he shifted, hips thrust upward, slick, glistening toy in one hand as he spread his cheeks with the other, exposing his 'pretty hole' as Hoseok called it.

He hissed as he pressed the slightly curved silicone into his body, feeling the stretch and sting. Hoseok was right, he did like it.

"Done, sir."

He was almost disappointed the toy wasn't broader, the stretch wider, the pain sharper. Maybe next time he'd make him take it dry so he could really feel it. He shivered at the delectable thought, palming himself roughly. He knew he shouldn't be touching without permission, but he wanted to provoke Hoseok's dominant side, wanted to push him further into that commanding space where he lost all his cushioned edges. He moaned low in his throat as he wiggled the toy inside him, seating it firmly against his prostate, the base curving forward to rest against his perineum.

"Needy slut." He rebuked. Yoongi whined. "Hey Siri. Open Kitten's playpen."

He heard a chime from the phone. "Turn on device, office. Preset three."

Yoongi gasped as the toy came to life inside of him. "Feel good, kitten?" He murmured.

"Y-yes, sir." And it did. So, so good. Pressed hard against that bundle of nerves, thrumming steadily. He pushed at the base, trying to press it harder to him, completely forgetting that the goal of Hoseok's game was not to cum.

"When the second vibration starts, I want you to lube up your pretty little cock and stroke yourself in time with it."

"Second...?" The sub's confusion had him momentarily forgetting the rules his dom had metered out.

"You'll see." Hoseok promised vaguely.

He was in the process of pouring more lube into his palm in preparation when the base of the toy began to vibrate as well, directly against his taint. It was like his prostate was being attacked from within and without. He slapped the hand not covered in lube over his mouth to smother the high pitched squeal that tore from his throat.

"Are you holding back from me, Kitten?" Hoseok asked sternly from the phone. "Move your hand. Right - fucking - now." He growled. How had he known? "Preset five." He told his phone.

"Yes, sir." A high, reedy moan was dragged from him as the toy changed settings, the second vibrator nestled against his perineum began to roll and press like one of those shiatsu massagers, as the silicone digit inside him doubled in intensity. "Duh- Ah! Nngh.." He panted roughly as it slowed, teasing at mercy before ramping up, higher still. "Done, s-sir."

"Don't ever withhold from me again, slut or I'll edge you for a week." His warning was uttered in menacing tones. Yoongi whined again, high and keening.

"Yes, sir."

"And wrap that hand around your cock and stroke it, kitten or you'll be in more trouble than you already are." He threatened silkily.

"Yes, sir." Yoongi wasn't sure how he knew, but he was hasty to obey. The lube wasn't as cold as he'd been expecting, having warmed a little in his palm. He fisted his pulsing cock and jerked it in time to the rolling pressure the toy produced.

"Done, sir." He mewled the words out. Hoseok didn't let him touch himself much when they played, preferring to make Yoongi chase the more elusive 'untouched' orgasm. Although Hoseok had become so talented at manipulating his pleasure that it had become almost common place. So in comparison, the dual sensation of both his hand on his cock and the two pronged assault on his prostate was overwhelming.

"Hurry, Daddy! I need you to fuck me with your thick cock. Please." He cried the words softly, his hips rocking lewdly against the desk, pressing the toy deeper into his needy flesh.

The sound of the engine cut and Yoongi prayed that meant he was almost here. "You just keep breaking the rules, kitten. It's like you want to be punished."

Oh, he was so close. He bit his lip. "Yes, Daddy, punish me."

"Yes, sir, you greedy little slut." He snapped. "Feet up on the desk, legs spread. I want you ready for me when I get there."

"Yes, sir." He assumed the position, uncaring that it left him even more exposed, obscenely so. "Done, sir."

He heard the distant ding of the elevator and his heart slammed into his chest, fear and desire swirling and tangling into something heady and addictive. His fist worked faster. His every breath was coloured with lewd, needy moans. So close. So close.

The door burst open and it was enough to have Yoongi flinching forward, cumming all over his fist with a hoarse shout. Before he could come down from that high, rough hands were gripping his thighs, spreading them impossibly wider.

"Fucking slut! Did you even know it was me, or did you just not care?"

"Hobi, the door..." He whined pathetically at Hoseok's words, keenly aware that he had heard the door open, but had not heard it close.

Hoseok's hand was on his throat in a flash, squeezing hard enough to cut off the blood that was rushing to his face from his embarrassment. "The only words out of your mouth I want to hear are Yes sir or Done sir. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." He wheezed. The hand on his throat relaxed a little, still constricting but enough so he could breathe.

Hoseok's thumb swiped over his hammering pulse almost tenderly before pushing down again. "Good. Know your place, kitten."

"Ye-yes, sir." He exposed more of his throat, surrendering to that iron grip.

And in turn, Hoseok was merciful, releasing him briefly to push the door closed with a resounding slam.

He heard the deliberate, unhurried footfalls as he returned to the space between Yoongi's knees, his hands gripping his pale thighs hard enough to bruise his delicate flesh. He felt the sting of teeth next and shuddered. He licked his lips, wanting more, wanting harder, wanting faster, wanting deeper, wanting sharper.

"Fuck me, please..." He pushed at Hoseok's control, deliberately goading him with the disregard of his rules.

He'd expected a slap to the ass, or perhaps a delectable repeat of those gorgeous hands around his throat. He had not expected the light trail of fingertips down his thighs followed by the rough entry of two of those fingers beneath the toy that still buzzed inside him. The resulting sting brought tears to his eyes.

"I don't know, kitten. Doesn't seem to be much room left." The words were taunting and just a little mean. Yoongi sucked in a breath as he grasped Hoseok's intention.

"No..." He breathed the denial, but he was still heard. Now he did feel those beautiful fingers wrap around his throat, tightening in warning.

"No?" He echoed incredulously. "But I thought you wanted me to fuck you." He sneered.

Yoongi gulped as much as he could with that elegant hand still in place. He braced himself as best he could, willing his suddenly tense body to relax.

"Yes, sir." He agreed shakily.

A/N Oh I'm feeling all kind of sadistic today, darlings! So Hoseok is gonna get meaner and rougher. Hooray!

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