YN'S POV:-

My eyes are a teary mess, lips swollen from biting continuously, core wet from the blows and excitement of carnal desire.

Jungkook caresses my behind, softly, as if afraid to hurt me more than I was.

I whimper from the contact of his skin.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"Yes." I whimper.

He pulls me up and turns me to face him

Our face is red as a tomato. My inner girl sniffles.

He moves the hairs from my face and caresses it, tenderly.

I wince from the full contact of my sore bottom to his thighs.

"Now you'll know not to be so defying." He says with a nonexistent but very prominent smirk on his face.

I sniff. He pulls my head to his chest so I can rest my head to his warmth. He laughs.

"Oh Baby." He releases a deep breath.

Silence.

"You're not wearing panties." He states all of a sudden. I blush crimson.

I feel his manhood getting erect as I keep sitting on top of him. My wetness trickles down from my core, to his crotch.

And he feels it too.

I look up at him, his eyes darker than usual. Softly he grabs my waist, positioning me right at the top of his erection, my uncovered sex, meets his covered one making my head go loopy.

"Move, my little girl." He guides me, in a rubbing motion.

I moan as I keep moving on top of him, covered by our clothes, every motion bringing me close to my bliss.

The Don throws his head back against the back of the couch, releasing a long breath. I feel his organ twitch beneath me, as my moments increase with time, Slicking his bulge with my wetness, I come with a loud moan.

"There." He breathes. His eyes closed.

After minutes of resting, when the hotness in my stomach and ache in my core subdues, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to his room.

Putting me down on my feet, he walks into the closet to change. Feeling the need not to change, I walk out to the balcony welcoming the fresh air..

Nothing feels fair today. In the early morning and mid-day I was so very happy. I was so excited but then I saw Cara sprawled on Jungkook's lap. They were interacting pretty intimately and now around the night time, he calls me up and seeing I didn't do as he said, he spanks me and then when I am hurt and sad and needy it's all roses and orgasm?

I sigh in annoyance and roll my eyes.

Well...he can hump whatever has gotten his panties in a twist.

He comes out wearing a pair of sweat pants and no top.

"Come, let's get to bed." He asks to hold out his hand for me to take.

And repeating my afternoon's reaction, I decline it. "Yn?" He questions. I don't answer.

"Neonata. It's not going to be as good as last time." He warns.

I don't recall the last time I was punished.

I roll my eyes again, but he can't see it. He's standing behind me.

"What is this all about?" He sighs after a moment of silence. "You're fine moments ago."

"Baby." He tries to turn me to him. And I reluctantly do. "Is it about that girl?"

He can stop acting! My inner girl says.

I look down at my feet.

"Baby." He asks again. I look up to him just to see him smile, slightly. "Are you jealous?"

"No." I snap.

"Good." He snaps back. "You don't have any reason to be. I don't even know her name."

"She was naked, you were half naked, Jungkook." I roll my eyes.

"Hmm...what can that mean?"

"I'm not a child."

"Neither am I." He says. "Come, let's go to bed "

"No." I snap.

"Don't be a nagging child, Yn." He is irritated. "Come to bed."

Rolling my eyes I leave him at his position and plop down on top of the covers, ass up.

It stings anyway.

Moments later I feel something warm and oily rub against my bottom cheeks. Opening my eyes, I see the Don rubbing something on my ass.

"What...?"

"Shh. It's baby oil." He whispers.

I smile and bask in the comfort of getting an ass message.

I hum in relaxation.

"You like it?" He asks.

I hum in relaxation.

"You like it?" He asks.

"Mmhmm." I snuggle more to my pillow.

I feel so relaxed and happy that I almost forget about the Cara issue.

Almost. In the next two weeks I find myself utterly bored and tired.

Lounging in the sun room in a nice looking plush chair, a yoga mat rolled beside the chair, I take a sip from my ice-tea.

All I did throughout the day was yoga and sleeping and told the guards outside the room to leave me alone and silly things, like climbing up the ladder in the garden to reach the roof.

"Stairs lead to the roof from the house. And it's safe." Don had said once he found out what I was doing.

I huffed like a little child and said I needed candy. He rolled his eyes and said something under his breath, but I didn't care at that time. I was too occupied with following the fresh smell of cannoli floating from the kitchen.

Now that I think back to it, he must have said I was so immature or something like that, but he brought me here in the first place.

I stretch my arms above my head and legs, before taking a deep breath and leaving the sun room, with the yoga mat under my arm and the tea cup in the other hand.

I put the ceramic into the kitchen where I found Sarah, nursing something on a pot.

"Whatchu making?" I ask peering down at the pot. Yellowish water is boiling. Sarah looks disgusted.

"Pineapple sauce?" She questions. "It looks nothing like it."

"You silly worm." I roll my eyes at her and take the pot out from the Stove and finding a sieve I separate the juice and put the pan on the Stove.

"Now you'll get your sauce." I said sweetly.

"Oh." She frowns. "How did I not think about that?"

"Because you're dumb?" That's kind of insensitive, if you ask me.

But I am just messing around.

You don't mess around. My inner girl says.

She's weird.

"Or maybe you're just a show off." Sarah says, half mockingly.

"Is this for lunch?" I dip my pointer finger into a bowl of something creamy and take a taste.

"What is it?"

"Cream sauce, dumbo." She rolls her eyes.

"Oh." I taste some more. "Do we have chicken today?"

"Yeah, would you marinate them?"

"Sure."

Two hours later, Sarah and I alone in the kitchen finished making pineapple cream chicken, rice, and salad for lunch.

"I'll go set the table." She says taking out ceramics and silverware.

"We're eating at the table?" I ask.

How come I didn't know that?

"Yeah. Will you help me?"

"Is someone coming over?"

"Just help me." She gazes at the clock and her face pales.

And after that Sarah is a mess.

"Woah, calm down, lady." I snarl as I finish taking out the last bowl of food. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just handle it here, will you?" She shoves the jute basket filled with silverware before running towards the staircase, like a headless chicken.

How is she as weird as you are? My inner girl asks me.

Fuck off. I snarl.

"Neonata?" Fuck.

I turn to face the source of voice. In a finely pressed charcoal coloured suit, Jungkook stands all in his dangerous and dominating glory. "Hi." I answered him with a smile.

Beside him, stands a younger version of him, same height, almost same built, but just different eye color. "Hello." I smile at him.

"Hey." He gives a carefree nod. "You live here?"

"Yes, she does." The Don answers for me. "I see lunch being served." He nods at the table, in a dismissive tone for the conversation that was going to take place.

Rude. My inner girl rolls her eyes.

Both the men take their seats, I serve the food.

"Where is Sarah?" The guy asks Don who shakes his head in negative. "Sarah." The guy shouts out.

More like screams out. my inner girl snorts.

Now I know why Sarah left like a headless chicken. I smile inwardly. Smart worm.

"She'll be down, shortly." I shrug. "Do you want more rice?"

"Please." The guy says. I scoop some more rice and chicken to his plate.

"You cooked?" The Don asks once I pour him another glass of water.

"Uh...half of it."

"It's delicious." He says.

"Thank you." I answer by batting my lashes cheesily.

Go on. Be a cheap whore. My inner girl snarls.

Yes! Thank you. I throw flower petals over her head.

Freshly showered and groomed, in a pretty little dress Sarah looks good.

"Hi." She greets both the men with a smiling face.

I give her a big fake smile which she ignores.

Little bitch.

Sarah and I cleared the dishes after Jungkook and Diego had finished their lunch.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask with a mouthful of chicken.

"That I was with Diego?"

"Yeah."

"Did you even know who he was? Or is it?"

"Fair point." I put more rice and pineapple sauce on my plate and dug through it. "How come he lets you work?"

"He doesn't." A sly smile graces her lips. "He wasn't here for like three months. So I sneaked out a bit. I get bored easily."

"I know."

"But still...it's somewhat suffocating? Inside the house always, no communication to the outsideworld whatsoever." She sighs.

"Sometimes I feel like running away." I poke around my chicken.

"It doesn't work. I got caught twice and the results weren't so...pretty." She giggles.

See! She knows. My inner girl rubs her bottom in recollection.

I shrug.

When I walk up the stairs to Don's room, I feel kinda tired and in need of a shower.

I found the room exactly as I left it this morning. Seeing no one, I strip off my shirt and leggings and panties, and I enter the shower. The glass is foggy.

Maybe he just finished a shower, the water isn't running. My inner girl reasons.

You dumb bitch. I see that. I reason.

Opening the door I step in and am face to face with a very toned, muscled and naked back.

And a very fine ass. My inner girl licks her lips.

I bite mine. That's hot.

"I was only imagining for you to join me, piccolo." He says, the water flows from the heads in streams, making me wet.

More than I already was.

Jungkook turns.

What I see before me, makes me want to run screaming for the hills.

Butt naked, his cóck stands out in attention, hard and angry, his expression giving nothing away.

My cheeks burn like fire as he pulls me by my waist, flushing against his muscled chest. My breast pressing to his torso.

His hardened organs firm against my tummy.

"Little girl." I hear him whisper in my ear before I get dizzy with want and need.

(TO BE CONTINUED)