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The air was heavy with the smell of cinnamon and smoke, walking slowly through the crowded halls of the wide ballroom as the sound of your high heels echoed across the floor. You glanced back around at your peers, all of them hidden behind a different animal mask, all of them wearing a red or black ribbon tied around their wrist to show off their status and role for the night’s little game. Red for submissive, black for dominant. Even switches had to choose one of the two for the Queen of Heart’s intriguing masquerade ball of the month.
So you strutted through the dance floor, avoiding the dancing couples and just smiling as you searched through the crowd for the man who was supposedly wearing the lion mask, almost mistaking him for a tall young man with electric blue hair, he chuckled when you asked to which he had to correct that yes he was a dominant, but his mask was clearly a tiger and not a lion. Well shit, it looked like a big scary cat, my mistake, you thought as you kept walking.
You saw a few other masks in the crowd, a man with a bunny mask and a red ribbon, a girl wearing a lizard one and a string of black lace around her wrists, there was a plethora of people all around, and everyone was looking for their mate, looking for the person they’d be assigned for the rest of the night.
And that’s when you spotted him, standing by the waiters, taking a flute of champagne from the tray of a waitress walking through the floor. He was about as high as you thought, he looked fine from away and deep down you didn’t get those buff muscle upon muscle kind of doms because they always intimidated you one way or another, just gulping and strutting back to his direction. Your match was clad in a red suit, his white button up shirt loose in the first three buttons and showcasing a golden and clean chest underneath, you felt your mouth dry at just the possibilities of the man that was supposed to ruin you for the next 12 hours.
His conversation seemed to be cut short the moment he noticed someone heading his direction, head turning to yours as his expression was mostly hidden by the golden lion mask hiding half his face, his eyes flicking down and past your dress to see the red ribbon knotted on your wrist.
You stopped at an arm length from him, the two men besides him having gone quiet as you tried not to shake on your heels, looking up at the lion in front of you, your voice coming out in a small squeak as you remembered the rules, “I-I’m yours for tonight, sir”.
The truth was not all who came in for the Queen of Heart’s balls were obligated to participate in the dom/sub raffles, but it was welcomed that you participated at least once. The whole point of it was to help people become surer of themselves, to forget and leave behind the insecurities and take a risk in completely safe and consented environments. And you, who had just gone through the most horrible and stressful month filled with impossible deadlines and horrible working hours, had finally gathered up the courage to join the game as a way to give into one of your biggest fantasies for the past few months since you’ve discovered the club.
Your match simply looked over you, before giving you a small nod, turning on the heels of his expensive and polished shoes, starting to walk back out of the ballroom and to the room that must’ve been reserved specifically for the both of you.
Your eyebrows scrunched together as you watched him walk away, “w-wait–!”, you exclaimed quickly, catching up to him as quickly as you could with your heels, but staying behind him as he turned his head to look at you over his shoulder.
You bit on your lip, thinking over everything, did you do something wrong? Had you just met the guy you’d be submitting to and already fucked up? Well of course you did, because all you ever did was fuck up.
The walk remained quiet, head turned downwards in dejection, thinking over your last actions and trying to pin-point your last fuck-up, not noticing when your partner had stopped walking and you bumped against his back; you shook your head looking back at him, “I-I, sorry”, you mumbled, glancing back down.
Your partner raised a brow confused, but you couldn’t notice so that stayed as a small moment for himself, reaching over and opening the mahogany doors in front of the both of you, holding it open as you stepped in.
Funnily enough, this was your cliché Red Room.
The room was illuminated with low red-colored lights, the walls lined with the same colored leather, and from it was a rack of any type of paddle, whip or cane you could imagine. A large space with a king-sized bed in the middle, metal hoops built all over the bedposts and on the sides as well indicating it was more than useful to tie a sub down in any position the dominant might want. Some cabinets where you could only guess more toys and torture devices were being stored safely, the same way there was a few other racks with even more contraptions not even you could guess what they were for.
“You can take off your mask little mouse”, you heard your partner say from behind you, turning a bit to see him already taking off his.
You did as you were told, reaching behind and undoing the knot holding the golden and delicately embrodied masquerade shaped of a mouse from your face. You took a quick look at the man before you, just feeling your eyes widening and sucking a quick breath as it dawned on you exactly who you’d been paired up.
Jung Hoseok.
He was considered an old regular of the Wonderland club, him being one of the most sought out for dominants in the whole community, you’d heard plenty of rumors about him and you were starting to question how or why you ever got paired up with him… Needless to say, he was simply the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
He turned to you, smiling kindly, “My name is Hoseok, but you can only address me as Master for the rest of the night, got it little mouse?”.
You simply nodded, entranced at the realization that this man was supposed to ruin you, to completely break you apart just to build you back up again, just saying it before you forgot, “I’m Y/N”.
“Good, now, take off your dress… but keep the tights and the heels”, he ordered.
You didn’t waste any time, hands reaching behind you to grasp at your dress’ zipper and pull it back down, the dress falling onto the floor and around your feet in a soft sound, just to glance back at Hoseok and see him taking off red jacket and shirt, just the sound of him undoing his belt had the pit of your stomach warm up in anticipation.
Hoseok looked back at you, catching your stare and returning it with a smug smirk before just settling back down on a leather chair, moving a hand up and just moving his fingers in a ‘come-hither’ motion.
Slowly you made your way back to him, heels echoing against the floor before stopping right in front of him, glancing at his eyes and just noticing the dark and clouded look in them to know exactly what he wanted, slowly going back down onto your knees and lower your head down in preparation for any order he might give you.
The room was silent for a second or two, but you weren’t sure if it was a test or not so you kept your composure. You slowly left your own head and told yourself that tonight was not a night for actual thinking, that you would stop for at least the next few hours from worrying about things that simply were inevitable and let someone else take control of you, your mind, and your body for the next few hours. As such, you heard Hoseok stand up and slowly move behind you, his hand rested on the top of your head, feeling you stiffen and know that he had to work on making you trust him
“Do you have a safe word you like to use?”, he asked softly, kneeling behind you just as you felt something being tied around your wrists, most likely to keep your hands secured behind your back.
You shook your head softly.
At that Hoseok forcibly tugged at the restraints around your wrists, you let out a small sound before he spoke again, “when I talk to you, I want an answer, ok little mouse?”.
You shuddered, nodding before remembering what he just said, voice small but gaining confidence, “y-yes Master”.
“Good girl, so, we’re going to use Green, Yellow, and Red since I’m not planning on gagging you tonight… Are you alright with that, little one?”.
Your stomach fluttered at the name, but more so because of how caring he seemed, how even when he was tying your wrists and binding them in what you could only assume was a complicated knot, he was still gentle and tried to touch you as softly as he could.
“Care to repeat back to me what each of the colors mean little one? Just to make sure we’re both on the same page”, he continued, letting go and standing up, you just stayed still, looking back down at your lap as you felt your legs starting to tingle from the weight on them, and just as he told you, telling him what each meant. “Green means all good, Yellow means to slow down, and Red if I want you to stop”.
He hummed in content, muttering a soft ‘good girl’, just settling back on the leather chair in front of you, meanwhile you only looked back down at his shoes and wondered what he was in the mood for tonight.
You felt something press under your chin, making you turn your head back up once more just to look at the man in front of you, your body was tense awaiting a new order, biting back down on your lip as you recognized the riding crop he used to move your head up, gulping as he stood up and dragged the leather whip to your shoulders and down your back, messing with the hooks of your bra, his voice low, “stand up, in front of the bed”.
Just with hearing that you leaned back, trying to maintain your balance whilst having your hands tied behind your back and just going back in front of the bed, looking back at him before you felt something hit you back on your thigh, earning a small yelp from you as you cringed from the quick hit.
“Color?”.
You took in a breath, looking back at Hoseok but already starting to feel the arousal and desire pooling in the pit of your stomach, “G-Green, Master”.
Hoseok nodded, brushing the crop up your legs this time, earning you more goosebumps before he moved it to the inside of your thighs and swished it between them. You understood immediately, moving your legs further apart, your feet starting to hurt from the high heels but looking at him expectantly.
The crop moved back up and pressed between your legs, pressed up against the fabric of your sheer underwear that was starting to get soaked in your arousal, and that just made you flush harder. In any other situation, if whoever it was you were sleeping with noticed that pain and getting hit turned you on this much, you’d be mortified. You’d already dealt with a few toxic exes that reminded you how you were broken, that they were the only ones that could ever love you seeing as you loved getting off to physical pain so much and how that just made you a messed up psycho. But this time, when glancing back up at Hoseok, you could notice the same hungry expression in his eyes.
You could see the way hurting you like this, in a completely consensual environment, was turning him on enough for the red slacks he was wearing to look tighter than they did just a few minutes ago, and it was confirmed again when he quickly moved and slapped your cunt with the crop, making you let out another soft whimper.
Hoseok looked over you again, wanting to see if you said anything to stop him but with the way your eyes glassed over, he knew you were craving this and more.
Quickly the hit came again, harder this time, your knees starting to shake as he hit a more delicate spot, feeling the crop move under the fabric of your panties and pull it back before quickly letting it snap loudly on your skin. You shuddered, small curses leaving you and muttering them under your breath before you felt him starting to pull back down at your underwear.
You gulped, glancing back at him as his subtle touches to your skin felt like a fire burning all over you and deeply rooting itself into your core. At his command you moved your feet, letting him discard the underwear before sitting on the bed behind you.
“Bend over little one, let me see you”, Hoseok quickly stated, and you did as you were told, bending over, face flushed at the idea of being this splayed out to a stranger, but at the same time you couldn’t care less.
You shuddered when he pressed up the crop against your bare cunt, the leather pressing up against your folds and coating it with your arousal before he quickly moved the crop again, a loud swish feeling the room before he hit you on your clit, legs closing together and letting out a strangled whimper.
“A-Ah fuck!”
The crop moved back up your inner thighs again, rubbing on your skin as he ordered you to say a color again, and to his surprise you just murmured green. Hoseok leaned closer to you, transfixed by the way you responded to his small tortures and how good you were taking it.
“You like it that much? You’re that much of a pain slut?”, his voice was low, leaning closer to you and you were starting to get dizzy at the prospect of him getting that close to you, close to where you wanted him the most at the moment. Your hips moved back subconsciously closer to him, but the quick slap against your clit and how the leather then pressed against your dripping cunt had you mewling again, knees buckling slightly as you tried to stay up even if the high heels weren’t helping your case. “Answer me”.
“Y-Yes, f-fuck, please Master-”.
“Please what? Use your words little one, I can’t read your mind yet”.
“Please give me more… touch me”.
Hoseok raised a brow, smirking as he moved the leather end up and down between your lips, letting you coat the whip completely as he leaned closer, “You haven’t earned it”.
You let out a small yelp again once he hit you on your clit, starting to feel how you were pretty much dripping down into the floor, grinding back on the whip not caring if he hit you again, only craving more from him as you could start feeling the buildup of an orgasm in the pit of your stomach, “p-please, Master, h-how can I earn it?”.
Hoseok, instead, was more and more aroused with how you kept taking the hits, how you kept grinding and dripping all over the floor from the pain, and if anything he’d reward you right then and there, but he felt like you needed to do something first, moving the crop away from your sopping cunt and instead hitting you in the ass harshly, “count”, was all he said when you mewled out a number, hitting you until your ass bruised in a colored sky of purples and reds.
Your voice shook, knees trembling and about to give out after you mumbled a weak eight, glancing back with tearful but blown out eyes from the pleasure at him, Hoseok dropped the crop and looked over you, “Color?”.
You swallowed a bit, your skin burning and your feet hurting you to all hell as you stayed in the same exact position; bended over, wrists tightly tied behind your back, and shaking all over, “Yellow”.
Hoseok’s eyes shifted for a split second, knowing that the torture part was now over and just moving his hands carefully over your body, helping you stand up straight once more but letting you down on the bed face down as to not hurt your stinging and bruised ass even more, just as he didn’t want to make your hands behind your back get you even more uncomfortable. Instead, you happily sunk on the velvet bed, blinking as the pain-high rushed the adrenaline all throughout your body and just felt as Hoseok, your master, undid the straps of your heels, freeing your feet and pulling the stockings from your legs before just massaging them gently and pushing your legs further apart.
“Color, little one?”.
You breathed better, shifting your head to look back at the man behind you, the man that loomed over your body, and just nodded back at him, “Green, Master”.
He nodded, just reaching over taking a pillow from the bed and lifting you up, placing it under your stomach so you were propped up and before you could even comprehend what was actually happening his mouth latched back on you. Your back arched to the bed, moaning aloud and fists clenching behind your back as you felt his tongue quickly lick a strip of arousal from your cunt.
“This is your reward for being so good little one, so don’t be quiet, I’d like to hear you”, his voice was low and husky, bringing just more shivers up your spine before letting out a small moan and nodding.
He kissed the inside of your thighs softly, making goosebumps on your skin wherever he touched, his strong hands gripping back on your hips to keep you still as he parted your lips with his tongue and sucked lewdly on your arousal.
Your eyes shut and you felt your toes curl as his tongue did wonders to your body, trying to grind back down onto his mouth to which he just chuckled and called you greedy. His one hand moving back up and squeezing your bruised flesh, letting out a small mewl as the stinging burn mixed in with his tongue flicking your abused clit. Holy fuck this was hot, this was so hot you could feel the knot tightening and soon enough your back arched again, mewling out his name and grinding more on his face even as he chastised you for just trying to ride out your high.
Yet, to your great pleasure, Hoseok didn’t move away, if anything he leaned closer, face buried between your legs and moaning back against your cunt as his tongue moved in tight circles over your clit, leaning back down to lick and clean all of your cum from you before sliding his tongue back inside your cunt.
You quickly clenched back on his tongue, forcing yourself and your hips to stay still as the waves of pleasure started to rock your whole body, “f-fuck, a-ah holy f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum, s-shit I’m so close again fuck!”.
You moaned and whimpered louder, grinding back down on him as you felt a hand move back down your body, pinching harshly on your swollen nub and your back arching as the second orgasm hit you way harder.
Spots of white filled your vision whilst your muscles cramped up, just whimpering and moaning incoherently, mouth open and drooling down onto the bedsheets whilst Hoseok did his magic on your cunt; slurping and letting the lewd sounds of him swallowing your arousal echo the room, his fingers torturing your clit to the point of having to shift away from him.
Hoseok leaned back, finally giving you a break whilst giving you an amazing view of his slightly swollen lips, how they glistened with your cum and licking them clean as he leaned closer as he undid the ropes tying your wrists. You took this moment to catch your breath, leaning back on the bed and closing your eyes as he kept working on them, “above your head now little one”.
“Yes, Master”, you nodded, moving your hands back up above your head and looking up as he looped the rope on one of the harnesses, tying your hands once more but he just leaned down and kissed your shoulders softly.
You melted at the action, glancing back at him as his hands moved down your sides and gripped on your hips, clearly looking at the bruised mess he made on your ass, but you just lifted your hips back up closer to him.
Hoseok had a small smile, looking back up at you before just starting to undo the buttons of his pants, finally letting you see what he was packing and holy fuck.
You licked your lips unconsciously, looking back at him shamelessly earning a small pinch to your side as he chuckled softly. “That isn’t polite little one”.
Shifting your eyes away not wanting him to hold back anymore, lower lip caught between your teeth, “I’m sorry Master”.
Yet all you heard were small chuckles, smiling back to yourself and leaning down face buried down on the pillows. The defining sound of a condom package being opened caught your attention, and then two hands on your legs making you shift so they were parted once more.
Just the brush of his dick against your entrance had you buzzing in excitement, biting down on your lower lip to muffle and hide the wide grin on your face because you didn’t want him to take notice of how much you were enjoying this.
Hoseok just leaned closer, holding himself against you and groaning softly to himself as he rubbed the head of his cock against your drenched self. You let out a small moan, glancing back and catching his concentrated expression before he grinding back down on you, to which you just smirked more and grinded back harder.
In retaliation, he just pinched at the skin of your butt, letting out a small yelp again at the sting before you finally stayed still. You bit back down on your lip, grunting as he lined up with you and slowly started to push inside of you.
Your back arched at the stretch, maybe it’d been too long since you last slept with someone but either way you couldn’t deny that Hoseok felt good.
“O-Oh holy f-fuck”.
Hoseok smirked at your moans, leaning down and looming over your body, his hands just besides her body to hold himself up before letting out a loud moan as he was sheathed completely inside of you. It took a few seconds before you got used to his size, letting out a shaky breath and moving back onto him to let him know you were ready.
But you weren’t actually ready for what he wanted. At just the mere sign you were okay Hoseok moved back, his cock sliding almost completely out of you up until the head, before he slammed back down and just started to ruthlessly fuck you down onto the bed.
Your back arched from underneath him, whimpering and mewling out curses and how good he felt as Hoseok’s hand moved back up and grabbed a handful of your hair; tugging it back harshly earning more moans and even feeling your cunt clenching back around him.
“F-Fuck, fuck little one, s-such a tight little pussy you’re going to ruin me s-shit!”.
The sound of his moans messed with your head, how he cursed and how hard he was going against you. Your breathing started to get heavy, just slowly starting to try and move your hips back onto his, to try and make him feel more pleasure with you but the more he pounded on you the more you could feel the sting from the bruises on your ass.
You whimpered and moved your hands to grab onto the ropes holding your wrists bound together, body starting to shake as you started to experience your knot quickly forming once again.
Soon enough, only the sound of high-pitched moans and skin slapping with skin started to bounce off the red walls in the room, feeling how Hoseok’s hand moved back down under your body and pressed back onto your clit.
Your body arched and your toes curled at just the touch, letting out a breathy mewl of his title as he started to quickly torture you further, fingers expertly circling and tugging at your overly sensitive nub until you broke down.
“M-Master, a-ah, f-fuck, f-fuck d-don’t stop please”, was all you mewled, voice breathy and grinding back onto his cock, more desperate for it than anything you ever were before.
Hoseok did just that, and to add to it, quickly used his free hand to shift your hips, shift them right until you let out a loud scream and he saw your legs shake; making his head fall back in bliss from how tight you were clenching around his cock, “o-oh f-fucking shit little one”.
You mewled louder, “I’m, ‘m gon-, I’m close f-fuck!”.
Hoseok just leaned down, nipping on your earlobe and tugging it back with his teeth before talking to you in a low growl, knowing his own orgasm was not far behind, “let me feel you coating my cock little one”.
With one high pitched yell you felt your knot snap, the waves of pleasure crashing over your body as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth hung out in pleasure and going limp from under him as he used you all to himself.
Muttering more curse words as Hoseok kept up the pounding until you heard his own breathing get ragged. With a small try you just glanced behind you, looked at the euphoric expression he had on before you grinded back and ignored your own soreness, hearing him moan and quickly curse out your name.
His hips moved in short spurts, forgetting the pace he was going but at the same time finding a new one to really ride his own high while using you; and you didn’t mind.
He stayed still a few seconds, breathing heavily from on top of you and then slowly leaning back, kissing your shoulders softly as he disappeared to who knows where before quickly coming back.
You didn’t speak as he took care of you, smiling cause you relished completely in the aftercare, in the way the dominant always had to bring you back down from your subspace and into reality through gentle gestures and making sure you were okay. And somehow, you enjoyed the fleeting touches you shared with Hoseok, they always seemed to rush electricity up your spine, humming as he turned you around and picked you back up in his arms.
You let yourself rest a bit, closing your eyes as he moved you someplace else, but you really couldn’t care much. All you knew was that it was soft and comfortable, wincing a bit as your ass still burned but looked back at him, Hoseok leaning down and kissing your cheek softly.
You giggled, in a high still from the whole evening and looking over him brightly, “thank you”.
Hoseok looked back at you, raising a brow but just chuckling softly as he reached over to a small box you could only assume was the care kit that you were told was in every room, “for what? The good fuck little one?”.
You nodded, closing your eyes once more, the soft touches and movements Hoseok was making lulling you into a relaxed state you hadn’t experienced in months; feeling like you were finally able to drink clean air. You just hoped, hoped with your soul, that whenever you decided to join the raffle you had the luck of matching with the amazing Jung Hoseok.