We Can't (Jumin x Zen)

Pet

"Now pet", Zen said snapping the belt he had in his hands, "do what I say or get punished".

Jumin's arms were still tied behind his back as he laid there with a shirtless Zen straddling his front.

Fuck I've only just dreamt about this, Jumin thought.

Zen snapped the belt again, "understand!?"

Jumin nodded.

Zen grasped Jumin's neck.

"Say yes master" Zen said lowly.

Jumin muttered "Yes master".

Zen let go of Jumin's neck and started to glide the belt down Jumin's bare chest. He stopped over the waistband of Jumin's boxers.

"My pet is excited I see" Zen said observing the bulge in Jumin's pants.

"Maybe I should treat my precious kitty cat?" Zen said sliding his finger right under and along Jumin's waistline.

Jumin rolled his eyes, such a tease.

Zen grabbed Jumin's chin making him stare up at him.

"What did you just do?" Zen asked angrily.

Let's see how far he goes, Jumin thought.

"I did nothing" Jumin said rolling his eyes again.

Zen grasped Jumin's jaw.

"You just fucking did it" Zen said leaning closer to his lips.

"So what?" Jumin whispered.

Zen scoffed, "I'll show you 'so what'".

Zen flipped Jumin onto his stomach and stood over him off the side of the bed.

Zen cracked the belt in his hands.

Fuck, Jumin thought.

Zen swung, the belt smacked hard over Jumin's ass.

Jumin flinched.

"How about that for so what" Zen said.

Jumin chuckled face down in the pillow.

He muffled, "harder".

Zen raised an eyebrow, is this man serious?

Zen whipped Jumin on his ass repeatedly, he swung about 10 times at full strength.

Jumin chuckled through each one.

Fucking shit, that's my man, he's all fucking mine, Jumin thought throughout his punishment.