"I'm begging you" he pleads for mercy, his voice only a quiet whisper "Let me touch you, please" Namjoon had never thought that these kind of words would ever leave his mouth but there he was, panting and sweating while pulling on his own black handcuffs, desperately trying to touch the beautiful woman on top of him. He had never felt this pathetic before. Namjoon was a dom. He was a kinky, controlling bastard but whenever he saw her, he felt fragile and scared like a little baby without it's mother. It drove him crazy. He hated not being able to touch her. He hated the way she teased him all the time. He hated her mishevieus smile whenever he was begging for her to please him. He hated how he actually liked every little bit of it. But how did all this even happen? - 🔞