trigger warning (TW)- wax playing

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Minjeong hauled Jimin onto the bed as if she weighed nothing. Minjeong quickly contorted the student's body to her will like a rag doll, flipping Jimin onto her back and pushing her up towards the headboard of the bed.

Out of nowhere, Jimin heard chains rattling. Her first instinct was to struggle.

Minjeong loved the fight.

She grabbed one arm, fixing Jimin's tender wrist with a leather cuff before doing the same to the other. Chain links attached the cuffs to the front bedposts, the sound of the metal tearing through the air.

Minjeong was stronger, overpowering any of Jimin's resistance.

With Jimin's arms fixed in place, any movement restricted, Minjeong hovered over her sore and used body. At some point, Minjeong had taken her shirt off - exposing her bare breast.

Jimin fell silent at her beauty. There wasn't an imperfection on her skin. Minjeong's lean muscles and toned abs were highlighted by the light above them, her carved arms flexed with defined collarbones and shoulders. Her skin was damp with sweat, glistening beautifully. Jimin could spend the rest of the night staring.

But Minjeong had other plans.

With Jimin trussed up to Minjeong liking, Minjeong leaned over and captured Jimin's lips with her. She drank her in like sweet, sweet wine. It was the softest kiss the two had exchanged. Jimin felt Minjeong's lips mold to hers, massaging and intoxicating her. Jimin wanted to run her fingers through her hair. She attempted, before hearing the chains tying her down rattle.

Minjeong chuckled against her, tickling her soft lips. "Be a good girl and wait for me," she whispered. It sent shivers down Jimin's spine.

Jimin immediately felt empty at the loss of Minjeong's presence. It gave her too much time to think... to process.

She just wanted to feel.

Jimin heard some rummaging and shuffling around her, straining her head to find the source of the noise unsuccessfully. Minjeong reappeared but this time she had undressed completely from the waist down, even out of her boxers. Jimin was already moistening her lips.

Minjeong held something in both hands but Jimin's eyes first landed to the tattoo on Minjeong's left leg.

Post Tenebras

Spero Lucem

The words were inked in bold, Roman lettering over the front face of her thigh. Minjeong noticed Jimin's interest. She opened her mouth to translate the Latin—

But Jimin beat her to it. "After darkness, I hope for light."

Minjeong's couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Jimin blushed and smiled. "I took Latin in high school, Miss."

Minjeong wanted to ask more about Jimin's knowledge, her interest now peaked. Minjeong wanted to learn about Jimin's studies and passions, her likes and dislikes outside of the bedroom. Something about a smart woman with depth to her character was... attractive.

Minjeong pushed the thought aside.

It's one night.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"While I'm impressed, Miss Yu... that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

Jimin's moment of mesmerization was cut short when cold metal touched her legs and the bed dipped. Minjeong had already grasped one of Jimin's ankles, fixing it to one end of a sleek steel spreader bar.

Jimin felt her heart beat faster.

Minjeong swiftly bound her other ankle. Finally, she chained the entire bar to the edge of the bed - completely fixing Jimin in place. She was completely spread out for her.

Jimin tested the chains. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Then, Minjeong came into Jimin's view once again holding— It was wax.

Often in the heat of a moment during a scene, one faces a battle of their conscious and subconscious. Jimin felt the two sides pull in opposite directions. Her conscious was in fear, but her subconscious was begging for her skin to be branded.

Jimin always had her safe word. She never uttered it.

"Shhh, baby, trust me," Minjeong soothed, noticing her student's reaction.

Jimin's instincts kicked in, immediately squirming against her restraints, the metal and chains clanging in the air.

Minjeong harshly slapped her thigh. "You're going to regret that."

Jimin watched with fascination as Minjeong flicked the lighter on with one hand, letting the flame touch the wick of the onyx-colored candle.

Within seconds, a sweet scent wafted through the air.

Vanilla.

Their eyes met. Minjeong was smiling. Minjeong tossed the lighter aside, the flame on the candle already doing its magic. Liquified wax had already begun pooling at the surface.

Jimin tensed. Minjeong drank in the fear in her eyes, letting the feeling rush to her erection and arousal.

"You're going to look beautiful after this, Jimin," Minjeong reassured, her tone sweet like poison.

Jimin gripped onto the chains holding her arms back. Minjeong tilted the candle ever so slightly— Most would cry in pain or anguish. But not Jimin. She cried with pleasure, with lust, and moaned in deep, dark desire. The second the wax hit the area between her breasts, Jimin's back arched up as she pulled against her cuffed wrists with such force they should've broken.

Minjeong closed her eyes briefly, listening to her sharp cry which quickly faltered into a moan as the wax cooled on Jimin's glistening skin. It was a cocktail of pain and pleasure. Minjeong didn't stop. Her predatory gaze trailed down Jimin's marked body, tilting the candle over her again.

And again. And again.

The initial contact was always a sharp burn, a stinging stab at her core. But when the wax solidified over her skin the pain would spread and morph into a feeling that had Jimin throwing her head back in ecstasy.

Minjeong loved seeing Jimin slowly become undone before the professor at her command. She was putty in her hands. The sense of control was addicting.

Reading her student's body language and response, Minjeong began reducing the distance between the melting candle and Jimin's skin. The heat increased, intensifying the sensation further.

"Does it hurt?" Minjeong asked, her eyes locked with Jimin's.

"Yes, Miss. Don't stop."

If Jimin had the Devil and Angel on each shoulder—well, the Devil had taken over a long time ago.

For the first time, Jimin let her masochist side take over. She had no shame. She wanted this. Minjeong wanted this. It was behind closed doors - private to the world and any who may judge.

Suddenly, the hot wax hit the center and most sensitive area of Jimin's breast.  She gasped and cried out, the stimulation and striking burn almost too much for Jimin's senses to bear. The chains restricting her clamored as Jimin pulled on them, eliciting a chuckle from Minjeong.

"Aw, too much, Jimin?" Minjeong feigned pity. "Should I do the other one?"

"Fuck— yes please, Miss." Jimin's deep subconscious had completely taken over.

The other neglected, tender bud felt aflame as Minjeong followed Jimin's pleading.

She gasped and moaned once more, tears brimming in her waterline from the overwhelming sensations as the professor continued her art. Minjeong wiped one lone tear, bringing it to her mouth to taste the salinity.

Jimin was poison. The act put Jimin on complete edge.

"Please, touch me. Anything, anywhere. I can't - fuck, Miss—"

"Oh no, you don't get your pleasure until I get mine." Minjeong blew out the candle and removed herself from the bed, leaving Jimin whimpering.

Discarding the wax, she returned and undid Jimin's cuffed hands, letting them fall limply to her side. Next, she undid the chain connecting the spreader bar to the bed. That left Minjeong able to flip Jimin onto her stomach with a quick maneuver of the metal rod. Jimin squealed and Minjeong slapped her ass hard, pulling the red and sore area up in the air before her and perfectly lining it up with her cock.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, Jimin. I don't care if you beg me to stop. You're fucking mine."

Minjeong's definition of fucking hard was one that transcended any dictionary or language. She fucked with dominance, aggression, and ownership. She grabbed Jimin's wrists and pinned them to her lower back. She then thrusted into Jimin from behind. Jimin's first response was to lurch up, but Minjeong stopped that from happening. With one hand pinning her wrists to her back, Minjeong used the other to shove her face down into the mattress. Minjeong put all her weight on Jimin frame.

Jimin felt herself suffocating against the material of the bedsheets, her wrists digging deeper into her own back. She couldn't scream or move. She could just take it and feel it. Minjeong was beyond ruthless. Each thrust, each stroke pushed itself inside Jimin with vigor and sheer force. Jimin felt her walls tighten more and felt waves of pleasure deeper and deeper within her.

Still pushing Jimin down with enough strength to leave bruises, Minjeong felt her limbs begin to tremble. That only made her push down harder on Jimin frail body. She let her hand weave through Jimin's dark locks and pull at her scalp. Her relentless pace didn't stop for a second.

Jimin couldn't breathe. She loved it.

Minjeong could feel Jimin body begin to give up. Her legs were shaking, her breathing shallow to nonexistent.

Finally, she released Jimin and her upper body shot up, gasping for air. Then Minjeong slowed down, achingly pulling in and out of Jimin.

"Beg me to fuck you harder."

Jimin was incoherent, recovering from her sustained lack of air. "Please... more... Miss..."

"Not good enough," Minjeong demanded.

"Please fuck me harder, Miss - please."

Minjeong finally pushed her cock deep into Jimin from a different angle. Jimin gasped loudly into the bed, gripping onto the sheets till her knuckles turned pale. The thrust was so deep it seared with hints of delicious pain.

Minjeong hit the same spot - over and over and over again until Jimin had tears staining her cheeks.

"Scream louder."

Minjeong didn't have to tell Jimin twice as she completely let herself become undone. The air was filled with harsh thrusts and Jimin's dulcet screams of pleading and pleasure.

"Come for me, darling. Let go."

Every nerve and sense in Jimin unraveled. Minjeong had pinned her wrists on her back once again, her thrusts not wavering once. They remained deep and unsparing of her shattered body.

Jimin moaned and cried to oblivion. Every part of her crashed and her body caved into an overwhelming flood of fulfillment.

Minjeong came and synced with Jimin, pushing into her tight walls once again. Her moans mixed with Jimin's tender cries as they blissfully came to their sense after sharing an elated release.

Jimin's body was left bathed in sweet sins and shadows of immorality. Within her submission, both the mental and physical restraints, Jimin had found her freedom.

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"Ah!"

Jimin immediately pulled back from the steaming hot water below her as Minjeong attempted to lower her into the filled bath. She had added a few drops of antiseptic for Jimin's wounds, which ultimately stung against the inflicted skin on contact.

"It's only going to sting for a few seconds, Jimin, I promise," Minjeong comforted. Jimin nodded and she tried again, this time successfully allowing her to glide into the marble tub.

Jimin immediately tensed her muscles and hissed through her teeth, the hot water screaming against her skin. But Minjeong was right. The feeling subsided in a few moments and was replaced with intense relief.

Aftercare was essential after any intense scene and Jimin was grateful for Minjeong's experience. She had quickly exited her dominant headspace, getting to work and making sure Jimin felt safe.

Minjeong got her a change of clothes while slipping into her own and prepared a bath while she lazily brushed her teeth and took care of business, still reeling from her multiple earth-shattering orgasms.

With the initial stinging now gone, Jimin could smell the rose and shea-infused bath salts and oil Minjeong had added to the water. She felt every bone in her body relax and her mind return to clarity.

"How are you feeling?" Minjeong asked, sitting down on the edge of the tub and looking at Jimin. She didn't mind getting wet, as the joggers she had slipped into were already damp.

"Mmm." It was the only sound Jimin could get out.

Minjeong smirked at Jimin dazed state. While a sadist, a true dominant also derived pleasure from taking care of what was theirs.

Jimin looked around the simple and luxurious bathroom. It was complete with marble furnishing and flooring with golden accents. It looked expensive.

Jimin's inhibition had drifted away. "How much money do you make?"

Minjeong rolled her eyes, pushing a strand of Jimin's drenched hair behind her ear. "I'm not answering that. It's not all from the university, though."

Jimin waited for Minjeong to continue, who eventually obliged her curiosity.

"I get paid to talk at events and advise companies who use and invest in my research."

"Like kinky companies?" Jimin exhaled a short laugh. She thought she was funny.

"No," Minjeong responded. "Well, for one, I advise the FBI and CIA on occasion."

Jimin scoffed. "I don't trust government institutions."

Minjeong playfully flicked some of the bathwater at Jimin, who erupted in a fit of giggles that echoed within the room.

It was the most beautiful sound Minjeong had ever heard.

Minjeong wanted to ask Jimin more questions; about what she liked and disliked about the scenes, and her favorite and least favorite parts. But looking down at the beautiful girl submerged in her own zone of tranquility made Minjeong not want to disturb her.

Jimin's features had all softened, her lips pouty and her previously red, sweat-drenched skin alleviated. Jimin was physically and emotionally spent. Thus, Minjeong let her guide the conversation.

"Are you gonna take a shower?" Jimin asked innocently as she dipped lower into the water, humming as the hot water eased her back muscles.

"I have to take a call in 30 minutes. After that's done, I will."

"Call?"

"A colleague of mine in China." Minjeong checked the temperature of the water to make sure it was still warm. "Timezones are a bitch."

Minjeong Kim. The overachieving professor.

Jimin eyed Minjeong as she sat by her. Her loose joggers fit her long legs perfectly and she remained without a shirt, only with her bra.  Jimin wanted to lean over and drag her hands over the muscle; feel her skin, arms, and back.

She wanted to touch her. But she held back.

Jimin hesitated with her next question, not wanting to cross any lines. "Can I ask a personal question... professor?"

Minjeong frowned at Jimin's small voice and tentative tone. "Anything, Jimin. And call me Minjeong."

"If I'm spending the night... well, um... do you sleep with your submissives?"

Minjeong furrowed her eyebrows. "Of course, who do you make me out to be?"

She disliked the misconception sadists like her were completely cold-hearted. But then Minjeong faltered. "Well, I try to. I usually have to go back to my study to work. Most of the time I fall asleep at my desk."

Jimin could see remorse in her eyes.

Minjeong paused, realizing she was conjuring up troubling thoughts. "That's why most of them leave."

It was true. The few that weren't with her for the money either couldn't keep up with her sadist urges or felt, that she never gave them enough time... that she put her work over the relationship. Minjeong had told Jimin she couldn't promise anything. Jimin took the words seriously. She came to her to experience the unknown, not for roses and romance.

If anything, she wanted to avoid those things.

She already felt herself becoming drawn to the woman in ways that scared her.

"Hey, it's okay. You're a busy woman. I respect that." Jimin smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, I'll sleep like a baby."

Minjeong smiled back solemnly. She also realized the two should most likely keep their space as much as possible given their... relationship.

"Well, it's kinda late for taking out so help yourself to anything in the kitchen when you're done. That is if you can cook...?"

Jimin wanted to roll her eyes. "Let's leave the sexism and degrading comments in the bedroom, please."

Minjeong's beautiful laugh enchanted the closed room and tickled Jimin's heart. She quickly shoved the feeling away.

Minjeong continued. "Alright, get clean. I'll check on you after my call."

"I don't know, I'm a pretty dirty girl."

Minjeong nudged Jimin on the shoulder as she got up, her muscles flexing deliciously in the light.

Jimin spent the next half hour in full self-care mode. She removed the attached shower head and washed her long, dark hair in languid strokes with the white orchid scented shampoo and conditioner nearby. She then massaged and scrubbed every inch and corner of her body, the lather wafting sweet scents through the steamed air. Jimin had never felt more clean and regal.

After patting herself dry gently to avoid aggravating her lashed skin, Jimin applied soft lotion and the medicated ointment cream Minjeong had left on the counter. She wore the reddening marks and streaks with pride. Jimin then turned to look at the grand mirror that covered the wall.

The girl looking back at her was unrecognizable.

Jimin knew she had been forced to grow up fast as a young woman. She took on the stress of the expectations put on her by society and her family from a young age.

School, grades, work, money, being a good sister, being a good friend, getting married, having kids... the list goes on. It all burdened Jimin.

Yet in the mirror, Jimin saw none of that. She saw a youthful, beautiful woman. Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the bath and her body was completely relaxed. Jimin saw her eyes glisten with giddiness and her lips lift into a ditzy smile.

She was whipped... physically and emotionally.

Jimin slipped into an oversized university shirt that Minjeong had given her. She couldn't help but smile as she inhaled Minjeong's scent that lingered on the fabric.

The young student practically skipped out of the bathroom, pattering down the stairs to the main floor. Jimin made her way to the kitchen, dragging her fingers over the expensive-looking granite counters. She noisily opened and closed several drawers and cabinets to get a sense of what she was working with. Jimin opened the fridge and frowned. Minjeong carried an insanely healthy diet. All she could see was green. What was this woman, a vegan Yoga blogger?

Jimin pulled out some whole wheat bread in hopes of making a lousy grilled cheese. It was the only thing her severely restricted cooking skills could make with her given ingredients.

Getting to work, Jimin let the stove sizzle and put the final product onto a plate with a glass of water. Jimin grabbed her sandwich and took her tour around Minjeong's loft, careful not to drop any crumbs on the pristine floor. She took her time, exploring every cranny of Minjeong's apartment with curiosity. Jimin made sure to avoid the lone lit room towards the entrance door, not wanting to disturb Minjeong's work in her study. She looked out at the gorgeous view of the city, the lights of the moving cars and towering buildings twinkling like stars.

With Jimin's appetite satisfied, she made her way back up the steps. The door to the guest bedrooms was open, Jimin assuming it was for her. She brushed her teeth one more time before entering the room.

The minute Jimin saw the luscious grey comforter and downy pillows, her body quickly reminded her how tired she was. Her legs and muscles ached for rest, her mind scolding for her to get some much-needed sleep.

Jimin wasted no time. She sunk into the queen-sized bed, snuggling in and letting the fluffy duvet and blanket engulf her entire body. She felt like she was on a cloud.

With her mind and body now at rest, Jimin's thoughts cleared. Minjeong had given her the perfect night. It was more than anything she could've asked for.

It was a dream - a fantasy - come true. She felt like she was in her own twisted Disney princess story, saved by her own prince charming - that is, a wicked prince with chains and whips.

It was too perfect.

Every wave of pleasure Jimin had felt tonight was not only of her body but her entire being. Jimin felt a wave of emotions hit her. Emotions that made her chest heavy and her heart—

Tears started to well in Jimin's eyes. She tried shaking it off - but couldn't.

Catching feelings can often be a long process. There's no designated beginning, middle, or end. It's a bumpy road with twists and turns, confusing signs, and cut-off paths.

For Jimin, her emotions stirred because Minjeong had given her an experience no one else had. An experience she thought no one would ever be able to provide her.

It wasn't love. Not yet. It was gratitude.

It wasn't abnormal for submissives - and dominants - to experience emotional drops after scenes.

The professor knew this from years of experience, hence why she ended her work early to check on Jimin.

Not to mention, this was her first.

Jimin heard the door to the bedroom open. "This is a zinc supplement, it'll help with the healing and— Jimin?" Minjeong walked in with a bottle and glass, before stopping dead in her tracks. Minjeong immediately set the medicine down and went to Jimin's side.

At first, Minjeong was worried she was hurt. That the belt cut too deep or the wax burnt too hot. But that worry was replaced with realization. The two felt a silent form of communication take place. Minjeong moved herself under the comforter with Jimin, putting her arm around Jimin's tired body and pulling her against her chest.

Jimin let her body rest against Minjeong. She let her breathing slow, her thoughts calm... and her eyes close.

As she drifted off into sweet slumber with Minjeong beside her, Jimin let her sincerest words of the night escape her lips.

"Thank you."

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