That evening, the atmosphere in Yoongi’s home was calm yet charged with the lingering tension of the day’s events. Valentina had just finished her work and was settling into the evening routine, still processing the lesson from the pleasure room earlier. Every nerve in her body felt heightened, her senses attuned to his presence in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

Yoongi, ever the composed and dominant figure, had been watching her with quiet intensity throughout dinner. He had ordered her to wear something comfortable and casual for the evening, and Valentina had chosen a pair of soft shorts and a loose tank top, unsure if the simplicity would please him. When she walked into the dining room, his approving glance reassured her, though she could see the flicker of something darker in his eyes—something that spoke of his control and desire.

“Come here,” he said softly, his voice low but commanding. His hand gestured toward his lap as he sat at the head of the table, a casual king in his domain.

Valentina felt her pulse quicken as she moved toward him. Every step she took was filled with both anticipation and a sense of submission that was beginning to feel natural. As she approached, Yoongi’s hand reached out to take hers, guiding her to sit across his lap. She carefully straddled him, settling into his lap with her back leaning slightly into his chest. His hands immediately found their way to her bare thighs, his touch gentle but possessive.

“You’ve done well today, Valentina,” he murmured into her ear, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “Now, let me take care of you.”

Her breath hitched as she felt his hand drift further up her thigh, stopping just below the hem of her shorts. The heat of his palm radiated through her skin, making her body hyper-aware of his touch. Valentina swallowed hard, trying to keep her breathing steady as her body responded to his presence.

Without a word, Yoongi reached for the small bowl of strawberries that sat on the table beside them. He picked one up and brought it to her lips, holding it just close enough that she could taste the sweetness of it in the air. Her eyes fluttered shut as she opened her mouth, allowing him to gently feed her. The tangy sweetness of the strawberry flooded her senses, but it was the intimacy of the moment that made her heart race.

As he continued to feed her, his other hand remained on her thigh, tracing small, lazy circles over her skin. It was a simple touch, but one that kept her on edge, her body alert to every movement. His fingers occasionally grazed the hem of her shorts, teasing her with the possibility of what could come next, but never going further. He was in control, and he made sure she knew it.

“Do you like this?” he asked softly, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke. “Being fed by me?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she leaned into him, the weight of his control settling over her like a warm blanket.

“Good,” he replied, his voice low and approving. He placed another strawberry between her lips, watching her intently as she took it in, her lips brushing against his fingers. “I want you to remember that you are mine, in every way.”

Her heart pounded in her chest at his words. She could feel the weight of his claim on her, the power dynamic between them becoming more tangible with each passing moment. As he continued to feed her, his hand on her thigh tightened slightly, a reminder of his dominance, but also of the care he took in guiding her.

After a few more bites, Yoongi set the bowl aside, his attention now fully on her. His hand, which had been resting so tantalizingly on her thigh, began to move again, this time with more intent. His fingers trailed up her leg, dipping beneath the fabric of her shorts. The barest touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, her breath hitching as she squirmed slightly in his lap.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his tone a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “I could feel your body reacting the moment you sat down.”

Valentina bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric of her panties. His touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to send her senses into overdrive.

“You’ve been good today,” he continued, his voice smooth and deliberate. “I want to reward you.”

She could barely think, let alone speak, as his hand continued its slow, torturous journey. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire as his fingers ghosted over her core. She wanted more—needed more—but she knew better than to ask. This was his game, and she would follow his lead.

“Do you trust me, Valentina?” he asked, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice breathy and filled with need.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her back as she sat in his lap. “Good,” he said. “Because tonight is just the beginning.”

With that, his fingers slid beneath the fabric of her panties, brushing against her slick folds. The sensation was almost too much, and Valentina gasped, her body trembling as he began to explore her with slow, deliberate strokes. His touch was firm but gentle, a master of control as he brought her closer to the edge with each passing second.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “I can feel how much you want this.”

Valentina could only nod, her body completely at his mercy as he continued to pleasure her. Every touch sent a wave of pleasure through her, her hips instinctively grinding against his hand in search of more. She could feel the hard length of him beneath her, a reminder of his own arousal, but Yoongi remained in control, never rushing, never pushing too far too quickly.

“You’ll come when I say you can,” he whispered, his voice dark and commanding. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her voice shaking with the effort it took to hold back.

For what felt like an eternity, Yoongi kept her on the edge, his fingers working her into a frenzy of desire while his other hand held her steady. She could feel the tension building within her, her body screaming for release, but she knew she had to wait for his permission. It was maddening, and yet exhilarating at the same time.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Yoongi’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure.

“Now,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Come for me.”

The words were all it took to send Valentina over the edge. Her body convulsed as the pleasure washed over her, her moans muffled against his chest as she clung to him, riding out the waves of her orgasm. Yoongi held her close, his hand never leaving her as he guided her through the intense release.

As the aftershocks subsided, Valentina slumped against him, her body spent but utterly satisfied. She could feel his hand still resting on her thigh, his grip gentle but possessive, a reminder of the control he held over her.

“You did well, Valentina,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I’m proud of you.”

A warm flush spread through her at his praise, and she smiled softly, her body still tingling from the intensity of the moment. She had never felt so connected to someone, so completely and utterly vulnerable, yet safe.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.

Yoongi smiled down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and satisfaction. “You’re mine, Valentina,” he said softly, his voice filled with promise. “Never forget that.”

She nodded, her heart swelling with emotion as she rested her head against his chest. In that moment, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be—at his side, in his arms, completely his.