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Ink And Blood | jjk (m)
Teaser for Ink And Blood. Stay tuned for the series.
Pairing : slave!jungkook x mistress!female
Genre : smut, romance, au, 16+
Warnings : sub!jungkook, sub!male, fem!dom, mafia!female, mistress as a title, oral (f!receiving), slight choking, self-suffocation with pussy, dirty talk, slight body worship (f!receiving), praise for gukkie, he cries because he misses her so much, he cums untouched.
Word count : 2.9k
Author's note : Stay tuned for Ink and Blood. It's a series and will be published after a while. This is a standalone chapter and a teaser for Ink and Blood, Jeon Jungkook.
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She slowly and comfortably climbs onto the kitchen counter, impressed by how clean it is.
"You know?...", She gestures him to come over to her with her pointer finger and he makes small steps towards her. Hesitant but also excited for what she has in mind.
The moment he comes into her grasp, she wraps her slender fingers around the material of his shirt to bring him flush against her.
She lightly grazes her lips along his ear lobe, sending shivers down his spine.
"You have been such a brat since I've been back yesterday", a sensual whisper in his ear is all it takes for him to let his lips go agape and eyes shut.
He focuses on the feeling of her lips on his skin. She gently bites down on his creamy skin before continuing.
"Such a tease...", deprived of her for a few weeks because of her nature of work, he has missed her dominance, the way he slips into subspace so easily with a mere graze of her fingers across his burning skin, the way she manipulates his body with no hesitation, her deep seductive voice made him go to heaven. She wanted nothing but to absolutely ravage him and he wanted absolutely nothing but to let her.
"Tell me, what's on your mind, hmm?", She asks him in false curiosity. Her lips wander off on his neck and press a chaste kiss to his Adam's Apple He gulped deeply before answering her.
"I wanna please you, mistress", he whined, a needy tone in his pitch. She just hummed, already knowing what he wanted all along. He is very transparent and she was not dumb to not know what he wanted when his actions suggested everything his words couldn't.
She released his shirt and pushed him forward gently with an order on her lips.
"Remove your clothes and get on your knees."
He gulped as she leaned against the white abstract marble, fingers curling around the edge, palms flat against it.
He started to strip himself of his clothing, popping each button slowly. The sinful gaze she had on him didn't waver for so much as a second, watching him with a mischievous glint which made him want to fall to his knees and worship her, solely and only to see more of that mischief in her eyes.
After he unbuttoned his shirt, it layed motionless on his shoulders for a moment before he moves slightly for the useless fabric to fall and pool at his feet.
His chest comes into sight and she smirks at those beautiful abs, as if sculpted by the gods themselves.
Her eyes flickered down to his pants with a smirk, gesturing him to remove it and he does so quickly. His fingers dip into the hem of the fabric before tugging them down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side.
Only left in his boxers, his hands clasp together in front of him as he looks up to her. He wanted her to be proud of him.
He terribly missed her the past few months. Only left with memories of past dirty doings. He wanted to be used, truly and thoroughly. Degraded into a piece of nothing, by no one but her.
Afterall, it was what he was born and bought to do. Yes, she bought him. Why? To get laid, obviously.
Being a mafia has its advantages, sure but it also requires you to be secretive. Nobody to trust. A mafia can't go around fucking whoever she wants to. She'd have to kill all of them.
So, she had bought the most demanded slave of the industry, Jeon Jungkook.
A million dollars were spent on him and from knowing him for the past year, she could tell he was worth much more than how much he was bought for.
He was a slave by heart was the rumor at that time. All the most famous and dangerous mafia leaders had used him and threw him away, never forgetting to give feedback which was always positive. Amazing.
In all fancy dinners, Jeon Jungkook became the topic for small talk. 'Omg! Did you ever buy Jungkook? Throw Taemin away and get this whore. He obeys, respects, honors, anything you want him to do'
Wanting to know what all the drama was about this person, she went to an auction where he was supposed to be sold. And Oh My God... He was perfect. Pretty, handsome, adorable. Her ideal submissive.
She couldn't help but buy him. One would be dumb if they wouldn't.
Ever since that day, she couldn't let go of him. He was a genuine stress reliever. After a long day, there wasn't one thing he couldn't give her. A massage, a bath, an orgasm, satisfaction, you name it.
"Mistress...", He speaks. Popping her out of her bubble. Her eyelids flutter as she blinks, then smiles. He was right in front of her, a few steps forward than before.
His head leans front, breath fanning against her neck. Tilting her head to the side, she hums when he places wet, open-mouthed kisses on her jawline.
"What is it, miss?"
He was curious so as to know what made her zone out. Typical adorable curiosity but she knew he'd be fine if she didn't tell him. That he wouldn't fiddle with buisness that wasn't his. Afterall, she could have been thinking of work which might or might not be confidential but that didn't mean he wouldn't ask.
He had always been like this. Not only her slave but, a friend, a confidant. She knew she could always count on him, trust him and confide in him. She also knew that he wouldn't insist if she didn't allow him the knowledge of what went on in her head. If he can't relax her by letting her talk to him, vent to him - he'd find other ways to comfort her. That was the relationship between both of them.
"You, baby. You are all I ever think about", eyes hooded, voice filled with lust, she spoke. Jungkook almost moaned at just the sound of her voice.
Placing her hands on his lower abdomen, she rubbed on his well-shaped abs. She felt it flex under her touch.
She goes gradually lower, massaging his waist and hips. He wanted to inquire more on what she was thinking about but was too blissed-out from the feel of her hands on him. It's just been too long but in Jeon Jungkooks handbook, even an hour is too long so you really can't go according to this man.
"Mistress...", His light moans filled with desperation occupy the sultry air. He rests his head on her shoulder when she grabs his cock. Tenderly moving up and down, feeling him throb and grow even more harder in her hand.
"Hmm, that's enough", she decides and pulls her hands above his shoulders and pushes down. "On your knees, needy boy"
He obliges quick, resting his knees on the cold, hard floor. It didn't matter, the discomfort didn't matter because he felt his world spiral up and down, left and right the minute he got a whiff of her arousal. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed.
He clasps his hands at his back and looks up to her, lightly shaking his head to rid his hair shadowing down on his face and obstructing his view of her.
She does him a favour and combs her fingers through his hair. He hums in content and closes his eyes and smiles like a puppy when she scratches his scalp with her burgundy coloured nails.
Her fingers remain buried in his hair for a few more moments, she lets him enjoy the bliss as she pets him affectionately, but not for long.
She combs his hair back and holds it there. "That's enough now. Get to work darling."
Guiding him to her, she doesn't miss the way a desperate moan rumbles in the back of his throat from her caring, but firm order.
His lips touch her thighs first, he knows her preference all too well. He kisses, basically worships her thighs. Kissing and licking and sucking. He knows she likes hickeys on her thighs, especially on her thighs.
She doesn't waver her gaze from the man in the middle of her legs. It was just too much of a sight to miss out on.
"Mistress...", He called out with nothing particular in mind to say but if asked, he would say she was beautiful.
His hands started shaking behind his back slightly. Fuck, it has been a month since he's been on his knees for her. 30 whole days. She got him addicted to the feeling of her on his tongue and then dissapeared for a month and there was nothing he could say, he couldn't complain.
"Mistress...", His voice had a slight tremor. He felt like crying.
"Shh... Baby calm down. How you gonna please me if you're sniffling?", She brushed her fingers gently through his hair in comfort. Even though he didn't make a noise, she still knew that he was breaking apart. She knew him like he knew her.
"Mistress..."
That did it. She pulled his lips off from her skin and cupped his face in her soft palms. How they remain soft even after handing knives and daggers is still a mystery to him. She runs her thumbs on the underside of his eye, smiling.
"It's been a month, Miss", his voice broke.
"For a first Jeon, it was necessary. You know my field of work. You've lived your whole life being exposed to it, yea?"
His head bops in a nod. "Yes Miss."
"And for a second,...", The caring and understanding look on her face fades to a sultry one. Pupils widening, and eyes pointing that look. Salacious and hungry. Her tone deeper, more seductive.
"You do not know the amount of times I touched myself in that one month, my sweet, sweet bunny", she exhaled deep. Hands sliding down from his cheek to his jawline, rubbing down with her palm and oggling.
"Really, Miss?", he interrupted. He looked beyond happy at hearing that from her. Knowing that he had the same effect on her as she had him.
"Yes my love. Just in and out, imagining it was your tongue. Thinking it was you who was that desperate to taste me", she felt herself getting more wet just from thinking about it. Her hands sliding further down to his neck, obstructing his breath to a little so he wouldn't interrupt this time.
"No one and I mean, no one. Has got me that... Ravenous"
He gulps, she can feel it by her palm. He wanted to cuss. So bad but he couldn't. He wouldn't. It was the very first rule of hers. No cussing. No bad words. He didn't get why but he obliges blindly and that is what he will continue to do.
His eyes flutter closed when one of her hands come up to his face again, tracing his agape lips. Her other palm putting a little more pressure on his throat, cutting off the blood supply to his brain. His mind was getting dizzy.
"These sordid lips, oh god the things you do in between my thighs makes me beyond turned on. So stop crying and talking and get to fucking work", she drags her hands from his face to his hair and pushes him into her. He whimpers, her indecent confession playing with his mind in the best ways. Getting him giddy in the head and hard in the dick.
He kisses her first, lipping gingerly, he gains pressure and speed to a little when her hands press his head harder against her. He licks up and down, head bopping along. Her eyes close and her head tips back.
He moans into her and she hums at the vibrations that course throughout her body. He shakes his head, wanting to go deeper, deeper into her. Dick twitching more than frequently in his cotton boxers and mouth working aggressively to please her, to try and make up for the past month.
His lips wrap around her clit and suck oh so gently, he moans into her again and again, not being able to hold it in. His dick oozes precum, staining the cloth.
"Oh god...", There it is, the moans that he wanted from her and the desperation that she wanted from him. Oh how she craved it when she was laying alone and horny in her bed in a 5-star hotel. Luxurious but no one to devote it on. The amount of times she just felt like taking a spontaneous flight back home just to feel his tongue on her pussy, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to relax properly in his submission if work was undone so she calmly completed it with no disturbance. She considered bringing him along next time but he'd be a great distraction.
"Mm-hmm sweet Jesus", her hands grab the marble beneath her and her thighs wrap around the man's head, her feet coming to rest on his back. Heels pressing into his spine, her head tips back and she feels like she's on cloud nine.
He didn't stop at her, even though he could now barely breathe. He felt beyond content having his breath taken away if it was for pleasing his Mistress and bringing her to her high.
He quickened his movements, tongue fucking in and out of her, finally and nose drawing circles on her clit. He could taste her perfectly on his tongue like this and every time he took a breath, he had to smell her in. Oh my god, he loved this. He's been deprived of it for too long.
"Oh my mother of holy cow yess", She starts spewing out random nonsense, mind too clouded by arousal. She's close. He knows it. He can vaguely taste it on his tongue and he can feel it by his cheeks and temples. The muscles in her thighs tensed from her approaching orgasm.
The moment she gets too close to falling off that cliff, she grabs his head. Making her grip tighter by catching his hair in between her fingers and fucks herself onto his face. Mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut, hips moving relentlessly for a few mere seconds before her orgasm hits her.
She doesn't moan, but her mouth is wide-open but no sounds out of her. It feels so good, it took her voice away. This is what it feels like with Jeon Jungkook. She loves the feel of it.
He opens his eyes and looks at her while still sucking her folds, while she fucks herself on him. He looks at her from below. He has always loved the view of her from on his knees. Her stomach, her breasts and her neck are on always on the best angle from there. His dick twitching, it aches. She is so beautiful.
He watches as her body relaxes after a minute or so, panting, her chest heaving up and down. She releases her hold on his hair and on his head. Resting her shaking thighs back on the blue-white marble. She places her palms on the surface and leans back slightly with the support of it.
His mouth leaves her pussy with a squelch and he starts panting, finally being able to breath. He closes his eyes shut and moans as his dick spurts out white liquid. Untouched. Oh my. He rocks his hips front, grinding into the air, searching for some kind of friction.
He grabs the marble under her ass to somewhat ground himself and rests his head on the back of his hand, still panting and moaning while his orgasm washes over him like water. Calming and relaxing with a hint of overwhelming.
She chuckles languidly from over him and he can barely hear it from the cloudiness of his fading climax.
"Everytime!", She says cheerfully but lazily. "Everytime, I cum and you look like you have."
She chuckles again and looks down where Jungkook is looking up at her with large doe eyes and swollen lips. The bottom half of his face is stained temporarily with her cum but it looks like neither of them mind.
"Mistress...", He is whimpering from his sensitive phallus.
"Oh no...", She smiles and cups face with one hand. "Don't tell me"
Her hand wraps in his hair gently and pushes him back. His upper body moves to the back, making his crotch area visible to her. Her eyes hesitantly go from his eyes to down, down where there is a surprisingly big wet stain on the cloth.
Quickly, she embraces him to her stomach. Petting his hair tenderly, she places a kiss on the crown of his head.
He came... While pleasing me.
She thinks to herself about how much he must have yearned for her.
"My sweet, sweet boy. It's okay. I'm here now"
"I really missed you, mistress", he was sobbing into her. Needless to say, she comforted him into the night.
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Ink and Blood (Masterlist)
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Ink and Blood | jjk (m) (Masterlist)
Ink and Blood - Teaser
#1 Breakfast - Dove Cameron
#2 Betrayers Get Killed
#3 An Auction (Not Available Yet)
#4 Taking Him Home (Not Available Yet)
--not decided how many parts im going for--sorry--
Ink and Blood | jjk | m
Masterlist [Chapter 01 : Breakfast - Dove Cameron]
Genre : mafia, angry femdom smut, content
Warnings : mafia, mistress as a title, bondage, rough scene, self-degradation, scene with two enemies, body-kicking, smegsy music 🎶💋, jungkook does nothing but get coffee for her in this chapter, bold woman, mentions of shooting and bullets, cussing, kneeling, sibling grieving, character angst.
Wordcount : 3.1k
A\N : wtf this begins. im sorry for the wait 😢 enjoy tho!!!
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You're smoke in my hair...
"Mistress...", The bound boy on his knees in the middle of the room whimpers. The desperation on his face adding to the dimmed red aesthetic of the room.
The aforementioned Mistress walks over, hips swaying from left to right. She ambles over from the speakers at the corner of the room. The song she set, Breakfast by Dove Cameron, playing in the background at a pleasant volume so the music isn't too dulled out and their voices are also audible enough.
"You shouldn't be so needy, my darling..", her fingers grazes over his face. He leans into her touch but it fades a little too fast for his taste.
So you wanna talk about power?
He whines in frustration as her figure disappears behind him. She bends down and plays with the rope binding his arms back and wrapping around his ankles comfortably. His hips jut out back, wanting more of her touch. But she doesn't grant him his wish.
The beat drops.
She unties the rope halfway through before she pulls.
Hard.
Tightening the restriction. "Wha..", his mind fuzzes out in confusion as the blood going to his brain plummets. Doesn't she always want her submissives to be tied up cozily? Her bondages are never too tight. Maybe she... wants a harder, rougher scene this time? But still...
I eat boys like you for breakfast.
"You're such a naughty boy, aren't you?", She growls into his ear. His eyes flutter closed in humiliation. "Yes Mistress."
"Say it.", She tightens the rope that much more. Leaving him feeling suffocated from the neck down.
But I'm gonna keep doing it.
"I'm such a n-naughty boy, Mistress", he manages with slurred words.
"Yes exactly."
She tightens it then and ties it, leaving it firm when she lets go. She pulls on the entire knot contraption... With more anger, than arousal.
"So tell me, my naughty boy... The goods that were supposed to reach Japan and connect with mine, ended up landing in Italy. Normally, according to your reputation, such mistakes don't happen. Interceptions don't happen. And from what I see, it was targeted and not a mistake."
She states in a feigned sweet voice, the thunder clearly rumbling behind it.
Lemme show you.. power.
"So tell me, what exactly are they doing there in Italy? What about the contract you signed? You're gonna sell the goods to some big-shot over there and absolutely ditch the deal we made. Aren't you?"
His mind ran. Trying to make sense of everything in his mushed up brain.
It makes me feel alive.
"When you can ditch the deal and break the contract, so can I."
And I know that you tried your bestest.
She stands up and kicks his body to the side. Her heels click against the floor as she walks over to her phone. Making a quick call.
"James come get this bastard. I'm so furious that I feel like fucking pissing on him," She groans, her other hand massaging her temples.
On the other side of her phone, James, Mistress's assistant, and a few other trained operatives were resting at the waiting area of the hotel in front of the reception table. They start to the floor that she was in currently. "Come on boys. It's time", James tells them as he leads them on. His words are heard through through the other line to her. He takes a moment to go over everything before replying to her.
You're smoke in my hair.
Hot and dirty like the L.A air.
"He'll probably enjoy it Mistress", he chuckles on the other end, his words making the treacherous woman smirk out of spite for the weak man still laying bound and helpless a few feet behind her, groaning in pain.
I eat boys like you for breakfast. One by one hung on my necklace.
"Just come get him, idiot."
She turns, leaning against the speakers and stares at him struggling on the floor. Watches his cock slowly soften. Watches his disgusting form just laying there, still at her mercy. She walks over, clicking her tongue and kicks his side again.
"You're useless", it's directed at the whimpering mess at her feet.
"Urgh I can't stand the sight of him", she directs this at James and just at that moment, the door of the sexclub hotel room opens and men dressed in black pop in and check the room languidly before dragging the bastard out of the room and out of her sight, just like requested.
But I'm gonna keep doing it..
The song ends, finally some well-needed silence filling the room. Seems like that song gave just enough time for her to complete the task.
James ambles over to her after giving a specific instruction to one of the men dressed in black.
"Thanks James. I'll be in my office in an hour. Lock that bastard in a small room. Don't give him a comfortable place to sleep in, no water or snacks, he can handle an hour. Don't remove the ropes. And get him face-to-face with me at the office in exactly an hour. Do your interrogation later. He isn't allowed to talk."
She orders before walking right past him. He mumbles a "Yes Mistress", that he knows she acknowledged.
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In exactly an hour, she's back at the office. In 56 minutes to be accurate. She's bathed and dressed in a loose brown dress and a patterned maroon pencil skirt.
She groans. Sighs and melts into her cushioned chair while balancing a stack of files. She drops them onto her cherrywood office table.
"Finally."
She spreads all of the files and pinned-together papers on the surface, her eyes skim over the nomenclature of each file and paper before she decides on one and stacks up everything else and shoves it to the side.
The chosen file gets to be thoroughly read through by her. She leans back on her swivel chair with her eyes glued to the words on the paper.
Jungkook sits at the brown leather couch at the far end of the room. Hands clasped at his front, eyes and mind awaiting an order. He knows she always has one. After about 10 minutes, she has completed reading it and processing the content. A sigh leaves her mouth.
"Jungkook?", She calls while staring at the man's photo on the file. Jungkook picks up his head and beams at her with a smile. "Darling, can you get me some coffee?", She doesn't quite look at him.
He has got an order to execute. Ecstatic as ever, he stands, bows and exits the room and into the office kitchen. Jasmine, seated comfortably at the reception area, looks at him and chuckles. That is about the attention he gets as he dashes to make his Mistress a cup, no- mug of coffee.
She happens to be a coffee addict. Living with her for a few months has brought him some minimal personal information about her. Even though she is addicted to coffee, she doesn't quite go crazy when caffeine isn't in her system. She can let go of any addiction because she has got the determination it takes. Withdrawals are a little hard, even for her but she grits her teeth and gets through like anybody else.
Back to the bold woman at her office. She looks at the closed door for half a moment before before her fingers press down on the grey button paired with a tiny speaker at the near-corner of the table.
"Inform James to bring him in, Jasmine", she orders before slouching back in her chair. She wanted to put her feet up on the desk and close her eyes for a minute but that isn't very professional, is it?
Jasmine is her assistant. So is James. James handles more...field missions and Jasmine handles desk ones. One that included paperwork. Jasmine is a patient lady, more of a motherly figure. Jasmine is always behind a desk doing something or the other. Moral and diligent in her work.
James has a bit of a temper but he tweaked his brain to not let it possess him. Anger and frustration makes you do things you wouldn't normally do. So he trained his mind to not let it. He had an agile body and could think quick on his feet and on the battleground.
James and Jasmine happened to be twins. How they ended up in Mistress's office as her staff is a story for another time.
Knock. Knock.
James hits his knuckles twice to her door, right underneath the metal plate which had the words 'Mistress Adira' embossed onto them in bold, black letters. He turns to the man whose body was still bound by the rope, his teeth grinding in what one can assume to be hate. "Behave. It's the Mistress you're about to meet."
James tells him with a blank face, pissed at his bloodshot eyes filled with hate. James was more of a brother to Adira. Hated it when someone tried anything with her. Pulled up fights and arguments with her when he felt that a decision she made was wrong. Slammed his hands on the table when he simply didn't agree with her. Screamed at people when they raised their voice at her or said something derogatory. Once, maybe twice, shot a person straight in the head when he was screaming offensive words at her while all she did was file her nails with her feet up on her table, completely ignoring everything. She clicked her tongue when she heard the shot in the air and watched it shoot into the other mans head in her peripheral vision. Simply said, "Inform Jasmine to note it down and tell the lady to make you a coffee. You need to cool down."
Although, however protective James may act with Adira - he never calls her by the name. Maintains respect by always referring to her as 'Mistress', or 'Miss'. Never says anything offensive to her just because he's angry. He simply states his reasoning as to why he doesn't come to terms with her decision. She usually shuts him out and answers him in a few sentences after his speech is done.
"You are going to kneel when you get in front of the Mistress, you get me?", James shoots a similar look of hate at him and the confined man stares at James while narrowing his eyes. Face speaking because he was banned to speak with his words. "No. I'm not going to kneel. I don't give half a fuck who she is."
"Alright then. Be like that."
Adira sits at the other side of the door, mulling over what she is to say and do to him. Her eyes closed and face titled to the ceiling. She answers the door after a long moment. "Come in!"
The door opens and James's head is bowed and hands clasped at him front. "Mistress." He greets her in an even voice.
Both of them walk ahead to her table. Settling themselves a few feet away from it. James quickly turns to the other man. "Kneel. I ain't kidding.", He hisses at him.
The man obliges, even if he is in a state of rage against both the other in the room. He hisses when his knees click against the floor. Cursing the entire world for Adira noticing his little slip-up at properly concealing his intentional redirection of goods. Normally, mistakes like those go unnoticed and even if they are noticed, gangsters suggest that it's quite negligible but he should have known who he was working with. Mistress Adira. The strictest of all. They say she's the best to work with, amusing even when you're obedient to her will but truly tortuous and cruel when you don't. He brushed them off, brushed off all of his fellow cult leaders warning him of that.
But he understands now. He understands. Because he hasn't ever been humiliated the way that she's making him feel right now.
She gets up and walks over so she's face-to-face with the both of them. "Hmm", Adira exhales through her nose and leans the small of her back to her table, also clasping both her hands to it beside her. She gestures behind her, to the table where the box-file which she was previously going through, sits. James understands and steps to the front and reaches his hand past her and picks the file up discreetly before returning to where he was standing earlier. Adira is glaring the other man down blankly. She turns to James who is opening the file.
"Read out loud", she says to which James nods. It is completely unreasonable for James to read out loud because Adira and James have meticulously gone through the file and you'd imagine that the bastard in the room knows his own criminology. But Adira wants those facts to be ebbed into his brain. She wants him to hear himself. She wants his to know in a conscious mind of everything he has done until now. Of course, she has done worse than any but she is a person who will admit all that she did. She will proudly say it and chuckle demeaningly at any who is trying to make her understand and realize how cruel she truly is and how many people it has affected. But not many are like that.
"Dominicus Jade. Aged 28. Born into a family of low-class gangsters. Brother of Dani Jade who had contacts with some of the elite mafias. She was the one that pulled him down deep into the real underworld from the surface level. Dani Jade met her end at 2017 when a group of criminals put the blame of their crime onto her and murdered her in cold blood.
After the torturous death of Dani Jade, Dominicus developed a kind of rage to prove himself in the world of Mafias that he can do well by himself without the support and contacts of his sister. He pulled himself deeper into the whirlpool of danger."
Adira heaves a breath, signal for James to stop. He does so and glances at her before directing his eyes towards the ground, bowing his head. She is still staring at the bastard, had been all this time. Adira watched as Dominicus looks at the brown of her floor, unseeing, not in respect but at the mention of his sister. Adira watched as his face fell and all that hate turned into grief.
But the second James stops speaking and Dominicus realizes where he is and what he is doing, he quickly wears the hate façade. Adira walks to him in big steps and he lifts his head and glares at her, shooting daggers from his eyes. Sad that he is tied up right now and can't do shit. Adira towers over him and grabs his chin on her palm roughly, he fights against it but her grip tightens that much more, digging her brown-coloured nails into his skin. It would surely leave marks. Her other hand raises, dragging the back of her palm tenderly against the side of his face. Her eyes follow the movement of her hand. Dominicus tries to fight the feeling of comfort from the gesture, tries to remember that she is cruel and that he should be vengeful. He is humiliated and not in a good way.
"Dani Jade", Adira states his sister's name with a firm tone. Still gripping his chin with much force and contradictorily touching his face with benevolence. Dani Jade. He tries his best not to downcast his eyes, tries his best to not let a shiver wrack through his vulnerable bind body. He gulps and does his best to not stagger at giving his most powerful glare to her. She notices all of this. She knows the relationship between siblings in her line of work. The only family you have. Yes, she has never felt it first-hand but she knows it's a weakness. Dominicus's sister can be dead or alive but he will always shake at the mention of her name. The name of the person who made him who he is. The name of the person that he will forever feel gratitude for. He fights tears.
"Hmm", Adira lets go off his chin, all that pressure she was using to stop his wiggling drops. Dominicus falls front at the momentum of it, gulping again. He tries to shake the feeling of regret for his sister, blinking in an attempt to clear his tears. It seems as if Adira knows quite some tricks.
When you remain mostly silent after mentioning the name of a person who is dead, the other person is the room who had known that person instantly becomes sad. Grieving suddenly out of the blue. But if you continue talking, the person gets over it quick. Which is why in normal situations when multiple people are conversing in a room and the name of an individual who has met their death arises, every single person in the room diverts the topic.
Switch it up. Be silent after uttering a name of someone who is dead when their beloved is present in the room, and, ta-da! You have become cruel.
And that is exactly what Adira was going for. The second James read out loud a few sentences speaking about Dani. Adira gestured him to stop and reached closer to Dominicus to see his exact reaction. The reactions always prove just how much that specific person was attached to the one that is now dead.
Adira walks past him and wraps her fingers around the doorknob and pulls. James doesn't dare look back. Adira is smiling warmly at Jungkook who is standing on the other side of the door with wide eyes, he was just about to open it. He is holding her coffee mug filled with lukewarm brown liquid. Adira had heard his footsteps to her door since it was so silent in her office and decided to open the door for him. She has to send him out anyway. She's handling private matters that don't concern him as of the moment.
"Thank you darling", Adira smiles and grabs her coffee out of his hands, "Go sit near Jasmine's table. I'll call you when I need you."
Closing the door, she stops and takes a sip. Smacking her lips together as she struts over back to her cherrywood table, placing her mug there. She smiles, "Where were we?"
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Masterlist [Chapter 02 - Betrayers Get KILLED]
Genre: hardcore mafia femdom
Warnings: femdom, strong boss female lead, BDSM, mentions of a person's sexual preferences, verbal and physical male humiliation done by a female, humiliation of a dead sister, non-con, wax burning, bondage, gag, torture, slapping, mentions of killing, muffled screaming and begging, torture kit, mentions of knives, mentions of tasers, guns, crawling, exhibitionism, jealousy, shooting, murdering.
Wordcount: 2.5k
A\N: ngl I suffered to write the warnings and I keep forgetting to post on Tumblr lmaooo so sorry thx for reading tho <33
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"Shall I continue, Miss?", James asks and Adira doesn't reply until she's lifting her coffee mug high above her head with her lips attached to it as she drains the dregs of it. "Hm", she mumbles while placing her mug beside her at the table. "Yea. Continue. Start with Page two."
James flips the paper, ignoring the three-fourth bit left unread on Page one. Page two talks about Dominicus's sexual prowess. Adira hears and smirks when a specific part comes on. "Dominicus Jade is straight. He is a BDSM-er and is a switch. He is well-known for being a casual dom. He is rather easy-going and laid back according to many a few submissives he's been with."
James looks up and gives Adira a glance before flitting his eyes back to the paper and reading. Adira isn't leaning as much now. Standing up straight with her hands folded.
James continues. "But the rumors of him being a submissive too are not that easily brushed off. He's a dutiful sub for only a few women. He's picky with the females he chooses to dominate over him."
Adira lets out a sound that is something between a scoff and a short laugh. Resting her palms against the table now, she tips her head back and laughs in silence. When she's bending her head back up again, there's a menacing smile on her lips.
Ambling over to the man whose life is being read out to him, Adira grabs his chin and forces him to look at her yet again.
"Aww", she lets out with feigned adoration. Dragging her other hand across the side of his face with underlying cruelty yet again.
"Does being a sub for me make you feel like a little boy again?", Adira watches the red fire light in his eyes. Burning his inside and making it evident with the dark shade of onyx showing in his eyes.
She squats down, face to face with him. "Does it make you feel like how you feel when you're with your sister? Hm? Make you feel worthy of something, finally?", She teases, finishing while tilting her head innocently.
"Fuck you", Dominicus spits finally. Letting his emotions do their thing without holding back this time in fear that she might ruin him. He's already ruined and mentioning his sister never helps in any way.
"Fuck you. You know nothing of Dani. She was fucking perfect and certainly not as merciless as you are, whore."
Adira stands to her feet. Letting his face released from her grip. Any expression on her face is wiped away and her tone is flat.
"Maybe that's what got her killed."
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Knock Knock.
Jasmine taps her knuckles on Adira's office door, her eyes on her iPad.
"Come in!"
Adira shouts and Jasmine enters, still holding the doorknob. She speaks.
"Mistress, Dominicus is ready for you in the state you wanted him to be in."
Adira looks up. "Good then. I'll be there in a minute."
Jasmine nods her head and leaves the room, closing the door neatly and strutting back to her desk.
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"Hmm", Adira hums while walking ahead to a silhouette. Her body too is seen by the other as a sexy silhouette.
The singular candle brings the caved room a minimum light. It shines behind the man tied to the chair. Showing his silhouette and making him look rather godly because of the light shining behind him.
Adira walks past him and grabs the burning white wax candle. "You", she points at him with the candle. It makes some of the wax drip to the floor but that seems to be the least of her concerns as of the moment.
"You are a betrayer."
Walking around the caved area, she uses the already lighted candle and touches the flame of it to the wick of the other candles and lights them up. The room becomes more and more bright with every candle she lights up.
The candle that was previously glowing behind him and which is now in her hand and being used to light every other candle is almost at the end. The candle has barely an inch of wax left.
Sighing delicately so she doesn't burn out the flame, she ambles over to him. "Drip drip drip."
She pours the melting wax onto his shoulders. Muffled sounds launch out of his gagged mouth on instinct, body shaking and trying to escape viciously.
"Aww. Poor Dominicus."
Grabbing his chin, she says it in a way that leaves tears to come out of his eyes. Both of the burning pain and haunting humiliation.
The wax candle was certainly not made for dripping over someone's body and that is exactly what Adira is going for.
And yes, there are specific candles made for BDSM purposes. People are just too kinky, including Adira of course.
She bends the candle back up again and the muffled groans of stinging pain stop to an extent. Sighing again, she blows out the flame and discards the barely-left candle, tossing it to the side.
"Oh, I've missed torturing the life out of someone. These caves are so precious to me."
She gestures widely to the curved walls of the area. They were haunting to any eye but for her... She would term them as precious.
Adira hums again. "Betrayers in our line of work... Guess what happens to them?"
She walks over to them and pulls the leather of the ball gag down. "Go on little boy, tell me what happens to such people."
"I, I", he stutters for air. Panting, brain racing. Before Dominicus can register it, there's a sharp stinging pain in his cheek. It leaves his muscle red, a hiss erupting from his mouth. The ball gag is back in his mouth again, and his tongue rolls against the plastic of it. Groaning at the lost freedom again.
Adira is clicking her tongue and walked around, turning her back to him. "You didn't answer early enough."
She turns to face him then, running a hand through her open hair. "It's okay. I'll tell you."
Grabbing his chin, she pulls his eyes to meet hers. "They get killed."
Her eyes are villainously wide and the corners of her lips are tugged up in a wild smile.
"But... Oh, but we don't let you off that easily here. Oh no. Not a chance", her fingers trace his jaw. Dominicus's widened eyes flick back and forth from her face to her fingers on his face in panic and fear.
"I'm going to torture you. Have fun with you and then. We'll see if I'm done or if I want the game to last a little longer."
Muffled screams and begs for freedom leave Dominicus's mouth. "Hm? What? Can't hear you there darling?"
Adira tucks her hair behind her ear and leans in, in a fake attempt to listen.
If one would concentrate, you could hear the faint choked word stop coming out of his vocal cords. Adira chose to ignore that.
"What? You're a slut for exhibitionism?", Adia speaks, making his words up for her convenience.
"Say it a bit louder baby", She chuckles deeply. Walking backward with a sadistic smile on her face. She says no words as she walks behind him. There's a torture kit behind Dominicus.
Knives of different sizes and thicknesses, tasers, scissors, and something which looked similar to a pizza cutter. Her favorite.
There was a set of guns right beside those. Guns, glocks, rifles, etc...
Adira picks up the standard, the intimidating gun you see in movies. She's sure Jungkook would like this. Hands wrapped around it, she opens a drawer. Taking a loaded magazine.
She opens it and tucks her fingernail beneath the first bullet, and pop! The black piece pops out of its lodging and bounces to the floor.
Adira hums.
Doing the same with the other one, she places the magazine which has two fewer bullets now, onto the surface in front of her. Cocking her gun, she pushes the magazine in and tucks the gun behind her. Hiding it at the small of her back.
"Let's take you outside", Adira unfastens the rope binding his hands together. She leans forward to whisper in his ear.
"If you run, I will find you and slice your body into pieces."
Dominicus nods repeatedly. No way is he going to run. He'd rather be at her mercy than run into town with the knowledge that he was reduced to nothing in front of her. He has a conscience too.
Adira hums and then pushes him to the floor.
"Crawl."
She struts to the door and swings it open, leaning by it and watching his body move to the exit on all fours. Hands folding, she looks at her nails. Neatly done burgundy-colored nails.
When Dominicus reaches the outside of the door, she closes the door and then rushes to the main reception area.
"Everyone!", Jasmine behind her desk picks up her head at the yell. Jungkook sitting in the waiting area opposite the reception desk does too. The rest of the Mafia gangsters sitting in the waiting area, waiting for, maybe a chance to speak to the Great Mistress herself; lift their heads at her voice.
"Everyone set your seats right because we are about to witness the greatest show of the city."
Adira has a wide smile, her spine straight, shoulders back, chin up, and palms meeting each other in front of her diaphragm. She stands in the posture her mother drilled into her. A posture that is now rather subconscious for her.
Dominicus follows behind her, on all fours, now beside her with his head down.
Jungkook is looking at the happiness on Adira's face, it's a sadistic smile. He's aware but he feels weirdly jealous that he doesn't get to be the reason for that sadistic pleasure on her lips.
His face is contorted in anger at the man below Adira, can't he take up his place? Jungkook gets to be her slave but she never treats him like one. He's confused about what to feel about that but for now, he's jealous of Dominicus.
Jasmine hurries out of her desk, pulls her chair out, and places it a few feet in front of Adira, Jasmine settles herself on it.
Jungkook follows suit. The other Mafias sit where they are but with their attention on the superior woman gangster who is nothing but an anchorwoman at the moment. For said performance.
James is closing the door of the training room, walking across the reception area, where the people have collected, to get to the bathroom.
He looks towards the people and Adira standing beside a helpless man he recognizes.
James whispers to his sister. "What's happening?", While pulling out a chair and sitting next to her. Jasmine shrugs and points to Adira.
"This man right here," Adira points to Dominicus. "...is ready to do whatever you or I want. So shoot your requests and call your desires."
There's that glint in her eyes, Jungkook notices. That glint in her eyes lights like a fire when he shows himself to her.
Jungkook is supposed to be the one who'll do whatever Adira wants. That's what slaves are for so what's she doing with this mere human who holds no stature in front of her?
Jungkook is fuming up and Adira notices. Obviously. Nothing goes around her without her acknowledgment. But as always, she chooses to ignore it.
"Show his ass", Jasmine shoots a demand cockily. The tiny crowd goes, "Ooooh~", at her direct demand.
"Oh, you're very deceptively innocent, Miss Jasmine. I keep my end of the word though."
Adira turns to Dominicus. "Turn", her voice is deep, Alto tones ringing in the room and Jungkook's head. She never talks like that to him. She's sweet with him. She's nicer than most with him. He's still confused about how he feels about that.
Dominicus whimpers a no. Jungkook scoffs audibly. Doesn't he understand yet that no one can say no to her? She's a Mistress for a goddamned reason. Comply or you die. It's simple really.
"Turn and show your cute little butt to everyone or else...", Adira's voice is deeper and Dominicus gulps. Turning obediently and pulling down his pants, resting the elastic right at the curve of his ass.
Adira hums praisingly and turns to Jasmine. "I've seen better."
Adira agrees with a chuckle and then turns to the rest of the crowd. "Any other requests?"
"Kill him."
Jungkook spits in furious jealousy.
Silence prevails over the room.
Adira smirks.
She expected that outburst. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face when he realizes he spoke his thoughts.
"I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't mean that-", Jungkook fumbles but she cuts him off.
"Oh, no baby. I've told you before, never apologize if not asked. And that is a request I can oblige with", she reaches behind as she speaks, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the gun hidden at the small of her back.
She brings it in front of her and cocks it, her eyes are trained on her trusty slave. Smirk high on her face.
Adira brings it up to aim at Jungkook, her gun, if shot, would go straight through his left eye.
"Do you love me?", She asks. Jungkook gulps and doesn't answer.
The trigger is pressed and a false shot is fired.
Compressed air, false shot. It's a no.
Jungkook's body flinches, assuming that the bullet went through his skull but he feels no pain or sting. Even if his body flinches suddenly, his eyes still drive into hers.
"Do you love me not?", Adira asks.
Jungkook is panting.
The trigger presses again, another false shot, compressed air cutting through nothing.
Jungkook curses inside his mind. It's a no again. If it's not a no or a yes, what is it?
"Do you revere me?", Adira asks. Her gun changes position. Hand moving to Dominicus beside her, she adjusts the gun to aim at his head, but with her eyes still on Jungkook.
A Mafia's peripheral vision is always on high.
The trigger presses again. This time, it's real. In a split second, the bullet goes through Dominicus's head. Hot red blood pouring out of the perfect circular hole and soiling his hair.
His dead body falls on the floor, the room listens in dead silence as the man takes his very last breath.
Jungkook gasps, eyes flitting between him and Adira. He wants to curse. But he wouldn't dare.
Adira's smirk falls, face wiped clean of any expression. She sticks her gun behind her back. Fingers under the hem of the elastic of her pants, she pulls them up once.
Then, Adira is strutting towards her office door. "Take care of the body Jasmine."
"Yes ma'am."
Adira's hand is on the doorknob when she throws her head back. She is looking at Jungkook.
His jaw is open and his pupils are blown out. Jungkook knew that she could kill anyone rather easily but damn. Seeing it in flesh is just overwhelming.
"Are you coming, Jeon?", Adira speaks over the silence in the room.
Jungkook closes his mouth and fixes his posture. "Y-yes ma'am. I'm..yea."
The door opens and she walks in, Jungkook follows behind her.
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