As the evening settled, Yoongi held Valentina close, his gaze intense but filled with a sense of control and purpose. Valentina could feel the tension of the day’s events lingering in the air, knowing she had pushed her limits earlier with him, teasing him in ways she knew might lead to some form of discipline. And now, as they sat in the quiet, Yoongi’s hand gently stroking her lower back, she braced herself for what was to come.

He guided her across his lap, his hands firm but gentle as he positioned her. She felt a shiver run through her as she waited, every sense heightened. Yoongi leaned down, his voice low and commanding, but there was an undeniable warmth in his tone. “You know why you’re here, don’t you, Valentina?”

She nodded, her voice steady but respectful. “Yes, Master. I was… a bit naughty today.”

He smirked, his fingers tracing a line along her spine. “That’s right. And now, you’re going to count each one and apologize with every single one. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, a mixture of anticipation and excitement curling in her stomach.

With that, he raised his hand, bringing it down with a sharp but controlled smack against her backside. The sound echoed in the quiet room, a satisfying sting spreading across her skin. Valentina inhaled sharply, but she knew her response.

“One. I’m sorry, Master.”

Yoongi’s hand came down again, the sting just a touch sharper this time. She squirmed, the sensation blending pleasure and pain in the perfect way only Yoongi could deliver.

“Two. I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, her voice soft but sincere.

He continued, each smack steady, with Yoongi taking his time between each one to let her feel the full impact of the discipline. As the numbers increased, so did her apology, the steady rhythm grounding her as her skin warmed under his touch. By the time they reached the tenth, her breath was coming faster, but her voice remained unwavering, each apology just as genuine as the last.

Yoongi’s tone softened a bit as they reached the halfway point, his hand resting on her, soothing her for a moment. “Good girl,” he murmured, his hand rubbing gently where her skin had reddened. “But we’re not done yet, are we?”

“No, Master,” she whispered, steadying herself. The thrill of knowing she’d pleased him with her obedience kept her grounded, and she was prepared to continue.

The next ten spanks were a mix of both sharp and gentle, Yoongi alternating the intensity with each one. It kept her guessing, her senses on edge as she tried to anticipate his movements. And with each one, her apology came, unwavering.

“Thirty. I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered, feeling herself begin to surrender entirely to his control. She had long since stopped questioning the whys and hows of her position; she knew her role, her purpose in this moment, and she took comfort in it.

The final ten spanks came softer, more tender, though each one still commanded the same response. Yoongi’s hand moved over her reddened skin, his touch gentle as he soothed her through the last of it. By the time they reached fifty, she was breathing heavily, but her voice was steady as she gave the final count.

“Fifty. I’m sorry, Master,” she murmured, feeling an overwhelming sense of calm wash over her. Yoongi’s hand remained on her, grounding her, providing the stability she needed in that moment.

He helped her up, holding her close, his arms wrapping around her as he whispered praise, his words soft but full of pride. “You did so well, Valentina. I’m proud of you.”

She leaned into him, her body relaxing completely as she absorbed his words. In this moment, she felt completely at peace, trusting Yoongi with every part of herself. And as they sat together in the quiet of the night, she knew this connection between them was unlike anything she’d ever known.

As the night deepened, Yoongi sat on the edge of his bed, the room cast in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He looked down at Valentina, her body relaxed and face peaceful in her sleep. He felt a strange satisfaction, the culmination of their intense evening together having left her exhausted but serene.

Just then, his phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. He reached for it, glancing at the message that flashed across the screen. It was a secure line—a code name he instantly recognized from his inner circle of friends. He opened the message to see a brief but telling update:

_"The Mayra situation has been taken care of. It’s handled for good. She won’t come back to haunt you, ever."_

A small, cold smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi's mouth. He had been patient, careful, letting his friends take the reins of this ordeal after he’d made it clear Mayra’s intrusion wouldn’t be tolerated. He didn't take such threats lightly, especially when they threatened the life he had carefully built—and now, Valentina’s place within it.

Yoongi felt a chill of finality as he reread the message, a weight lifting as the implications of Mayra’s absence fully settled in. In his world, peace of mind came at a cost. Mayra’s obsession had crossed the boundaries into dangerous territory, and he’d made sure to protect himself—and Valentina.

Setting his phone aside, he glanced at Valentina once more. She looked delicate in her sleep, her body curled slightly into his embrace, her breathing slow and steady. Her hair was tousled, a few strands falling over her closed eyes. Her features softened under his gaze, a stark contrast to the intensity they’d shared earlier in the pleasure room.

He ran a gentle finger down her arm, tracing the warmth of her skin. She stirred slightly at his touch, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep, but didn’t wake. He continued to study her, the remnants of their time together still faintly marked on her body—a visible reminder of the trust she’d placed in him.

After a few moments, Yoongi lay back on the pillows, letting her nestle closer against him, one of her hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his chest. He placed his hand over hers, feeling her fingers curl slightly under his touch.

For a man who thrived on control, on calculated decisions and powerful connections, this moment was something rare. He hadn’t expected to feel this way—protective in a way that went beyond the obligations of their contract. Valentina’s presence brought a strange comfort, a warmth he hadn’t anticipated.

Thoughts flickered briefly to the darker days he’d spent with Mayra. Her need for control had brought chaos to his otherwise orderly life, almost unraveling everything he valued. Valentina, however, was different. She fit into his life seamlessly, understanding his needs, sharing in his intensity, but with a genuine sincerity he hadn't experienced before.

With Mayra gone, the lingering shadows of his past felt a little more distant. He looked down at Valentina again, knowing she was unaware of the threats that had loomed. She didn’t need to know—his promise to her was one of protection, of keeping their life together secure from all outside interference.

As the silence deepened, Yoongi’s hand moved to softly brush her hair, pulling her closer. He felt her shift against him, her body instinctively reacting to his warmth. This was his sanctuary now, the space he shared with her.

A sense of peace settled over him as he closed his eyes, letting the events of the night fade into the background. Mayra’s threats were nothing more than a distant memory, and in this moment, he held the promise of a future he could build without fear.