Chapter 41: CRIMSON OBSESSION

 

The Breaking Point

Taehyung’s wrists burned where the cuffs held him in place, the cold metal biting into his skin each time he pulled against them. His muscles trembled, not from weakness but from restraint. His body was taut, strung along the precipice of something maddening, and yet Jungkook refused to let him fall.

A dark chuckle ghosted against his ear, warm breath fanning over his sweat-slicked skin. “Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, fingers tracing down the curve of Taehyung’s ribcage, pressing against bruised flesh. “You hate being at my mercy, don’t you?”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. His pride demanded defiance, but his body betrayed him, hips twitching up toward the teasing touches. A sharp slap to his inner thigh made him snarl, the sting blooming into heat.

Jungkook hummed approvingly. “Still so stubborn.”

His fingers ghosted over Taehyung’s abdomen, never lingering long enough to satisfy, just barely brushing over sensitive skin before retreating. Taehyung grit his teeth, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

“You’re shaking, baby boy,” Jungkook taunted, dragging his nails down Taehyung’s side, leaving red lines in their wake. “You want more, don’t you?”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his fists clenching. “Fuck you.”

Jungkook smirked. “Oh, I intend to.”

With a firm grip, he spread Taehyung’s thighs wider, his touch slow and deliberate as he traced circles over heated skin. Taehyung’s breath hitched, the anticipation coiling in his stomach like a vice. He wasn’t used to being handled this way, wasn’t used to the lack of control.

And Jungkook knew it.

He leaned down, lips brushing against Taehyung’s throat. “But you’re not going to get what you want until you beg.”

Taehyung scoffed. “Never.”

The punishment was immediate. Jungkook’s fingers gripped his jaw, tilting his head up as teeth sank into the tender skin of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Taehyung hissed, his body arching involuntarily as heat pooled low in his abdomen.

“You’re mine,” Jungkook growled, his voice dark with possession. “And you will break for me.”

Taehyung’s breath stuttered when Jungkook’s hand slid lower, teasing, barely touching, but never giving him what he needed. The ache was unbearable, a fire that burned hotter with every passing second of denial.

His muscles locked as another wave of teasing pleasure surged through him, Jungkook’s touch expertly keeping him right on the edge, never letting him tip over. Taehyung’s thighs trembled, his moans slipping past his lips despite his best efforts to suppress them.

Jungkook’s smirk widened. “You sound so pretty when you’re desperate.”

Taehyung yanked at his restraints, his frustration mounting. “Damn you, Jungkook—”

A sharp slap to his inner thigh made him jolt. “That’s not my name right now,” Jungkook warned, his tone dark. “Try again.”

Taehyung refused, his breath shuddering as his body twitched under Jungkook’s unrelenting touch. His muscles ached from holding back, from the relentless teasing that left him gasping, burning with need.

Another slap, this time firmer. “Say it.”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk, even as his body betrayed him. “Baby boy.”

Jungkook’s patience snapped.

The punishment was swift, his hand wrapping around Taehyung’s throat as he pressed him down into the mattress. “You really don’t learn, do you?”

Taehyung’s breath hitched, the pressure against his throat making his pulse race. His body was on fire, his control slipping with every brush of Jungkook’s fingers, every whispered demand.

Jungkook leaned down, lips ghosting over Taehyung’s ear. “You’re not allowed to cum.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened slightly, realization sinking in. “You wouldn’t—”

Jungkook chuckled darkly. “Oh, but I will.”

And he did.

Over and over, Jungkook pushed him to the very edge, only to pull back, leaving Taehyung a trembling mess beneath him. His breathless moans filled the room, the frustration of denied release making his muscles lock, his mind dizzy with the cruel torment.

Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of his eyes. His body betrayed him, and his pride cracked under the sheer force of Jungkook’s dominance. His resolve wavered, and his voice was raw as he gasped and pleaded.

Jungkook tilted his head. “Are you ready to submit?”

Taehyung’s lips trembled, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He wanted to fight, wanted to keep his pride intact, but his body had reached its breaking point.

“…Yes,” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse.

Jungkook smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. “Good boy.”

The reward was instant, the final push sending Taehyung spiraling into oblivion, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him, drowning him in the force of it. His mind blanked, pleasure and exhaustion melding into one as Jungkook pressed his lips against his temple, murmuring something only the haze of his mind could barely comprehend.

“You belong to me.”

And this time, Taehyung didn’t deny it.

To Be Continued...

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