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The hotel was fairly nice with the 6 floors and stone walls. They had spared no expense when it came to securing the hotel against the elements as well as other things. Even checking into the room required various forms of identification, which was well appreciated for that type of work. The client was well known but the stress of recent events had him performing less than his best and all other measures had been explored but not effective. It had been clear that there was one thing still needed in his daily life that none of them were getting. 

Your name was inconsequential, for the moment because of what you were hired to do. As a tantric therapist, you were hired because of your many qualifications as well as the art of being discreet. Even more so when you were hired because a hard-working band was in need of some much needed therapy. 

You had arrived first, giving you time to get ready according to the file that you had compiled. Bag filled with things that you might need, you headed up to the spacious balcony suite that he had booked for you. The red pencil skirt only highlighted your curves as it hugged your waist, black long sleeve that had a dangerous dip in the front. Thank god you had already put on your nice hose before slipping into the number. You could move in the outfit but you weren’t going to be the one moving before the night was over. Your red lipstick was applied carefully as you waited for the client, noting the time when you finished putting on your makeup. 

He had arrived 10 minutes late, hurriedly stumbling into the room as if there might have been someone following him. You were waiting for him, sitting in one of the chairs that had a clear view of the door. Once Jeon Jungkook saw you, the visible gulp could be seen from a mile away. His eyes grew wide, giving him more the appearance of a rabbit caught in a snare. Pushing your glasses up, your stare froze him in place as he realized what he had done. Crossing your legs, the skirt riding up a bit to give him a view--he began to stammer his apologies for being late. 

“Jeon Jungkook.” You picked up his folder, looking it over another time as he stood there with all his effects still on. “Born September 1st. Member of the group called BTS, you’re awfully young to have these problems. I supposed it couldn’t be helped with the workload heaped on you these days. You may take off your things and get comfortable.”

He bowed and apologized again, his jacket and suitcase being stored in a neat fashion in the closet near the door. You could see his eyes darting back and forth to you, trying not to stare too much at what he had gotten himself into. It almost made you chuckle at his nerves but the demeanor you had chosen for the night was the strict noona, according to the notes. Once properly undressed, he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands folded in his lap. 

“I- have never done anything like this before.”

You raised an eyebrow and finally got up to retrieve your bag of things, setting it near him. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the action but got a full view of the dip in your black shirt, seeing the tips of your chest that had a sneak peak of the beginning of your lace bra. You couldn’t help the small smirk at the sudden clearing of his throat as you pulled out a few things for him to see. There was the Orange Blossom massage oil in your hands, a blindfold and a crop for him to see. The rest would have to stay in there until you might have need of it, or unless he wanted to defy you that night.

“Shirt off, Jungkook. We’re going to start with a massage.”

You thought he actually ripped his shirt in his haste to get it off. Already the night was proving to be productive as he sat there waiting on the next command. In his file, he was one of the more dominant personalities but you were going with a more submissive role for him that night. Your eyes roamed his chest, toned and obviously worked out consistently. A slight touch from your heels to his legs, a signal to spread them had him swallowing hard once again when his eyes flickered down to see them. Obediently, he spread his legs so that way you could have better access to his chest. 

Dipping into the oil, you started with his shoulders--leaning into him as you did so. You had purposely wore your nag champa perfume for that night, the smells from the oil and the perfume mixing in a way that had his nostrils wide open. You worked his shoulders, feeling the taut muscle there that had been worked on recently but it hadn’t helped him in any way. You could feel his body heating up underneath your touch, his head craning up to give you the most innocent look you’d seen yet. His mouth was starting to open as the pleasure from the massage was coaxing him to relax. One hand that was on his shoulder traveled up his neck until it reached the base of his head, grabbing onto the hair that was there. His head jerked back but he didn’t cry out in surprise. 

Instead, he gave a soft gasp and you swore that you could have felt his whole body twitch. Making a mental note on his sensory sensitivity, you reached over and draped the silk blindfold over his shoulder to play with him. The feel of the silk against his skin caused goosebumps to form so you left it there as the long end of it slid against his nipple. He was tensing and trembling in that position, unsure on what he should do next. 

“Jungkookie--is that what you want me to call you tonight? Will you be my little one tonight? You have to do everything I say and anything else will have you punished. Is that fair?”

It was almost a breath but the whisper of agreement left his lips as he stared up at you left you a little shook. He was so willing to submit himself to you, something surprising as most clients would have fought a little bit. In fact, he was waiting to serve. 

You gave a smile before pressing your cherry lips to his cheek, on his jaw near his lips. Finally letting go of his head, you took the blindfold from his shoulder and placed it over his eyes. His chest heaved a moment when the silk slid over his skin and left but he regained his posture. You ran your fingers over his shoulders again, pressing more oil into his skin and pushing him back to have a better angle with his chest. However, he was a tall thing and even with your heels to help with the height difference--it was still a feat to get where you needed to be so you straddled his hips, feeling his excitement growing. Your hands ran over his chiseled muscles, playing with the nipples there. You could see arms flexing from trying to keep still and eventually you opened your mouth. 

“You better not move. The moment you touch me without permission is when I’ll punish you.”

You felt his breath hitch underneath you as you continued. Finally you were done with his upper half and you grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to stand up with you. His breath was starting to become harder as if he had just gone through some light exercise. Reaching down, you slid off his belt--the force of it slapping against his body and it produced a small whimper from him. It was a good thing that you brought the crop with you and it gave you an idea. Reaching for the crop, you played with it as you tested its strength.

“Take off your pants and then kneel on the bed.”

“But-- I don’t have any underwear on…” He sheepishly replied, the soft voice that came from him was in stark contrast to the muscle man before you. However, that was back talk and you flicked the crop against his bare skin. He gave a startled yelp and immediately bent down to take them off. Another thing to remember, you mused as you watched him scramble into position. He sat on the bed, legs underneath him in a kneeling position and in full view of everyone. The only thing that adorned him was the black silk blindfold across his eyes.

His member was standing at attention, the latest sensation across his naked body awakening it fully. You could see the veins running up and down the length, practically begging to be touched. However, you weren’t going to be the one to do so. Running the crop across his shoulder and down his chest, you got a bit closer to him so that way he could feel a bit of heat in the room. Lifting your leg and placing your foot on the bed, you grazed his member with it which twitched in response. His eyebrows furrowed and the Adam’s apple bobbed with anticipation, you could see the imagination running wild in his mind. 

“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkookie…” You leaned in and whispered in his ear, to which he responded quite quickly. You made a noise of disapproval when he grabbed at himself with both hands. He paused and you moved one hand away, letting it rest on the leg that was propped up. His hand hesitated when you placed it on your thigh but after a reassuring pat, he gripped it graciously. 

“Slowly, now. I wouldn’t want you to finish too early.” 

He slowly pumped himself for you, hand wrapping around the hard length. Taking the crop, you ran it down his chest and down to where he was servicing himself. Between the harsh leather and the sensory deprivation, Jungkook’s breath was coming in and out like he was now doing hard exercise. He wasn’t used to taking it slow or having to show much restraint, you could see that much. Which was why you had him to do that and even given him a bone to hold onto. His hand had bunched up the skirt so he could feel the silk feel of the hose you had on, your thigh muscles that you had worked so hard on. His grip was getting harder and harder, prompting you to clear your throat and tap his hand. He released you a bit and it left you wondering what it was like to have him truly underneath you as you bounced on him. However, you weren’t to get mixed up with clients which was a shame sometimes. 

The tap also let him know that he needed to slow back down, his other hand that had started to go too quickly to find his release. Still, he couldn’t help but pull you a bit closer to his body with that hand--causing your heartbeat to pick up as well. You dipped the crop down to his member, lightly slapping his balls with it which nearly caused him to snap. 

You saw it, the twitch in his whole body that threatened to throw you on the bed. It was for a brief moment and that moment was all it took to shake you to your very core. You had to remain in control so you reached up with your free hand and grabbed him by the hair again. Licking a small stripe up his neck, you had to remind him again who was in control. 

“What was that, baby boy? Did you like that a little too much? I’ll have to remember that but for now, I need you to go just a bit harder. I can imagine how hard you can go, so show me a little bit of it.”

His hand started to go a bit faster, rubbing one out with just a bit more force than before. He started to pant and sweat formed on his forehead causing you to follow a drop down his chest with your hand. It grazed over his nipple again, perky from the attention and the chill of the room. He whined from the lack of contact, struggling to keep his attention from you. He was like a dog that wanted attention, scooting closer and closer to you in hopes that you would lay hands on him. In your position, you could feel his strokes against your body which drove you crazy. 

Had it been a long time since you had fun yourself? 

“Jungkookie--if I let you touch me, will you take care of me for the night? Will you let me just have all of you tonight? I need a little bit of you..” You whispered in his ear, hand moving back up to scratch at his scalp. He groaned but never stopped with his strokes. Nodding furiously, he whispered his acceptance over and over again until you pressed your lips to his neck again and sucked ever so lightly.