The next few days flowed by, marked by a comforting routine that Valentina had come to appreciate. With her period ending, she felt more like herself again, the heaviness of her emotions lifting as she gradually transitioned back into the dynamic she shared with Yoongi.

One afternoon, she found herself perched on the edge of her desk, sorting through some documents while Yoongi sat across from her, his gaze lingering on her as he worked on his laptop. The air was filled with the soft clicks of keys and the occasional rustle of paper, a comfortable silence enveloping them.

“Valentina,” he called, his voice breaking the quietude.

She looked up, meeting his eyes. “Yes?”

“Can you come here for a moment?” he gestured toward him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Curious, she stood up and walked over, the click of her heels echoing in the room. When she reached his side, he reached for her wrist, pulling her gently onto his lap.

“Yoongi!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as she settled against him, her heart racing at the sudden closeness.

“Shh,” he replied, placing a finger over his lips, his expression teasing. “Just sit here for a moment.”

Valentina bit her lip, trying to suppress her smile. Being in his lap felt familiar yet exhilarating, especially since their last playful encounter had been on hold while she dealt with her period. “What are you up to?”

“Just enjoying the view,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rested his hands on her thighs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. “You look beautiful today, by the way.”

“Thank you,” she replied, a shy smile breaking through. “I tried to dress up a bit.”

“Mission accomplished,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You always manage to look stunning.”

Valentina felt a rush of warmth at his compliment, her pulse quickening as his fingers began to play along the hem of her skirt. “Yoongi, we’re at work…” she whispered, glancing nervously at the office door.

“I know,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down her spine. “But it’s just us here, and I can’t help but admire you.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her neck, igniting a fire within her that left her breathless. The sensation was intoxicating, her body instinctively leaning into him as she felt his warmth envelop her.

“Yoongi…” she breathed, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her.

“Just relax,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. “You’ve been a good girl lately, and I think it’s time for a little reward.”

Her heart raced at his words, both eager and hesitant at what he might have planned. “What do you have in mind?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

He pulled back slightly, locking eyes with her, the playful glimmer in his gaze replaced by something more intense. “How about we take a little break from work and go to the pleasure room? Just you and me.”

Valentina’s breath hitched at the suggestion, her mind racing with possibilities. “But what about—”

“Trust me, I’ve made sure the coast is clear,” he reassured her, a confident smirk on his lips. “I want to spoil you a little after everything you’ve been through.”

“Okay,” she said, the excitement bubbling within her as she nodded. “Let’s go.”

Yoongi stood up, still holding her waist as he guided her toward the door. She could feel her heart fluttering, anticipation thrumming through her veins. The pleasure room held so many memories for them, and the thought of exploring it again ignited a fire of excitement.

As they entered the room, the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood enveloped them, a calming yet electrifying atmosphere wrapping around Valentina. She looked around, taking in the array of toys, the soft lighting, and the plush bed that beckoned them.

“Sit,” Yoongi instructed softly, his tone leaving no room for argument as he gestured toward the bed.

She obeyed, settling on the edge and glancing up at him with a mix of eagerness and nerves. “What are we doing?”

He stepped closer, his gaze locked onto hers, a wicked grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been such a good girl, but I want to remind you of your place.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, her heart racing, excitement mixing with a hint of trepidation.

“Since you’ve been a little bratty lately,” he said, “it’s time for some discipline.”

Valentina’s breath hitched at his words. She could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks, the thrill of submission wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Let’s start with some restraints,” he suggested, reaching for the soft silk ropes he often used. “I want you to feel the difference between being in control and letting go.”

Her heart raced as he approached, the anticipation thrumming in her veins. He gently guided her wrists together, securing them with the soft silk. The sensation was both comforting and exhilarating, reminding her of the trust they had built together.

“Now,” he said, stepping back to admire her, “just relax and let go. I want you to enjoy what’s coming next.”

Valentina nodded, her pulse racing with excitement and a tinge of nervousness. She could feel the thrill of anticipation build within her as she watched him move around the room, his every action filled with purpose.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with delight. “You look stunning like this.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her cheeks flushing at the praise.

He approached her, a teasing glint in his eye as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Are you ready to be spoiled?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her body responding instinctively to his presence.

With a swift motion, he reached for a small feather, running it lightly over her skin, sending shivers coursing through her body. Valentina squirmed, a giggle escaping her lips as the feather danced across her arms and shoulders.

“Hold still,” he teased, a playful smirk on his face as he continued to explore her body with the feather.

The delicate sensation combined with the thrill of being restrained was intoxicating. Each stroke made her more aware of every nerve ending, every flutter of anticipation. She had forgotten just how sensitive she could be.

“Yoongi, that feels so good,” she gasped, her body arching instinctively toward the feather.

“Good,” he replied, his tone low and sultry. “Just remember to ask nicely when you want something more.”

Valentina bit her lip, the teasing tone in his voice igniting a new level of desire within her. “Please, can I have more?”

“More what?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“More… attention,” she stammered, heat creeping up her neck.

“Hmm, that’s not specific enough.” He continued teasing her with the feather, driving her wild as he stroked it across her sensitive spots, watching her reactions intently.

“Yoongi, please,” she begged, feeling the pressure building within her as he maintained a steady rhythm of teasing, tantalizingly close to what she craved.

“Okay, okay,” he relented, sensing the urgency in her voice. “Let’s switch it up.”

He replaced the feather with his hands, his touch firm yet gentle as he began to massage her shoulders. Valentina let out a soft sigh of relief, feeling the tension melt away under his skilled hands.

“You deserve this,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

As he continued to work his magic, Valentina surrendered to the sensations, letting go of her worries and allowing herself to fully embrace the moment. The combination of his touch, the warmth of the room, and the intimate atmosphere wrapped around her like a cocoon, and she felt cherished in a way she had never experienced before.

“Are you feeling good?” he asked, his fingers still working through the knots in her muscles.

“Yes, so good,” she replied, a blissful smile spreading across her face. “Thank you for this.”

Yoongi chuckled softly, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her temple. “You deserve to be treated well, Valentina. I want to remind you just how special you are to me.”

The sincerity in his voice tugged at her heart, and she realized how much she had come to depend on this side of their relationship—the side that balanced the thrilling dominance with genuine care and affection.

They spent the next while in comfortable silence, the room filled with soft sounds of her sighs and the occasional rustle of fabric as Yoongi continued his ministrations.

Eventually, he leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. “I think we should do this more often.”

“Agreed,” she replied, her heart swelling with warmth. “But what if I’m a brat again?”

“Then I’ll have to remind you who’s in charge,” he said, his tone playful yet laced with authority.

Valentina laughed, the sound brightening the room. “I’ll do my best to behave.”

“Good,” he replied, a smug grin on his face. “Now, how about we wrap this up and enjoy a little downtime before we head back to work?”

“Yes, please,” she said, her heart fluttering at the thought of their playful interactions continuing.