He flung open the limousine's sleek, black door and deposited Y/n onto the plush, sofa-like seat with a careless grace. The interior, a study in contrasts, was bathed in the crimson glow of strategically placed lampshades, casting long, dramatic shadows. It took a moment for Y/n's eyes to adjust to the dimness, the oppressive darkness a stark reflection of the tension crackling between them.

The heavy thud of the closing door echoed through the vehicle, a sound that amplified the sudden, suffocating intimacy. She felt his presence, a palpable heat, drawing closer. Her breath hitched as he pulled her onto his lap, the hard, unyielding press of his arousal against her a stark reminder of the power he wielded.

"Now, Y/n," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous purr, "tell me, what form of punishment do you desire? A firm hand, or something... exquisitely brutal? The choice is yours, hun." His warm breath ghosted across her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and she instinctively rubbed her legs together, a silent, involuntary response to the rising heat within her. Taehyung chuckled, a low, predatory sound, as he observed her struggle to maintain composure.

Y/n's dress, a vibrant red creation with a daring front boning, draped elegantly to just below her knees, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her milky-white legs. His rough hands, possessive and knowing, traced the delicate curve of her limbs, sending waves of forbidden pleasure through her.

Realizing the precariousness of her position, the imminent threat of losing control, Y/n attempted to rise, to create some semblance of distance. "I dare you, Y/n," Taehyung's voice, laced with a dark amusement, stopped her cold. His other hand, equally demanding, cupped her breast, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, a silent acknowledgment of the power his touch held over her, the way it dissolved her resolve into a puddle of longing.

"So, you refuse to speak?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous caress. "Perhaps I should make you moan, instead?" The words, a blatant challenge, snapped Y/n out of her sensual haze. She scrambled off his lap, her movements hurried and clumsy, and retreated to the far side of the seat, adjusting her disheveled dress with trembling hands.

He seethed with a barely contained fury, a tempest raging beneath his composed exterior. Y/n, equally incensed, refused to yield, her pride a formidable shield. He had yet to offer a single word of apology, a glaring omission that fueled her defiance. If she was to be punished for allowing another man's touch, then he, too, would face retribution for his absence, his neglect. She would ensure he paid for his transgression.

And, lest we forget, Y/n possessed a dominant streak, a hidden fire that could rival his own.

"Y/n, come here," he commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that sent a tremor through her. Despite her resolve, her heart pounded against her ribs, a traitorous rhythm that betrayed her inner turmoil. She masked her reaction, adopting a facade of icy indifference.

"I won't," she retorted, her voice laced with disdain. She rolled her eyes, turning her gaze towards the window, feigning disinterest. As she peered out, she noticed the familiar landscape, the telltale signs that they were heading towards their home. Taehyung's jaw clenched, his patience wearing thin. He was done with her games.

With a swift, decisive movement, his large, calloused hand gripped her waist, yanking her beneath him. They now lay entangled on the plush seat, Taehyung looming above her. Y/n glared up at him, her eyes flashing with defiance, attempting to push him away. He countered her efforts with a single, powerful hand, capturing both her wrists and pinning them above her head. The sudden shift in position arched her chest against his.

"Taehyung, let me go," she hissed, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and a burgeoning, unwelcome desire. He ignored her plea, his mouth descending upon her neck, his kisses sloppy and hungry, devouring her skin. Y/n's senses began to unravel, her resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his touch. She was hopelessly addicted to his kisses, his caresses. His warm tongue traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that washed over her. A gasp escaped her lips as his hand slipped beneath her dress, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

"Now, be a good girl and apologize, Y/n," he commanded, his voice a low, husky growl. Y/n's eyes snapped open, blazing with a renewed fury. "I will not Tae—" she began, her voice trembling, but her protest was cut short as he captured her lips with his.

He pressed his weight against her, his lips moving against hers with a raw, possessive intensity that spoke volumes of his anger. His hand moved further up her inner thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through her. A gasp escaped her lips as his tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring its warm depths. Y/n's body, betraying her defiant spirit, began to soften, her struggles fading into a silent surrender.

Sensing her capitulation, Taehyung released her wrists. Y/n's slender fingers, now freed, tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her eyes fluttered closed as she returned his kiss with a fervent passion, their lips moving together in a desperate, hungry dance. A low growl rumbled in Taehyung's chest as her hands moved from his hair to his shoulders, her touch igniting a fire within him. Her face flushed crimson, her body burning with an almost unbearable heat.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline to the swell of her clothed breasts, where he pressed a lingering kiss. Y/n made no attempt to stop him, her body already lost to the intoxicating pull of his touch. She craved his wet kisses, the way they made her feel utterly consumed.

Just as he was about to part her dress, revealing the tempting peaks beneath, Y/n moved, her actions swift and unexpected. She hovered above him, her position a stark reversal of their previous dynamic. Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something akin to awe in their depths. He relished these moments, the rare instances when she asserted her dominance, when she took control. His mind raced with sinful possibilities.

Y/n chuckled, a low, mocking sound that piqued his curiosity. She reached for his tie, her fingers deftly undoing the knot. Taehyung braced himself, anticipating the unraveling of his shirt, the unveiling of his chest. But she surprised him once again.

A playful smile danced on her lips as she leaned close, her breath ghosting across his ear. "Now, be a good man and apologize, Taehyung," she whispered seductively, her tongue tracing the delicate curve of his earlobe. The warmth of her breath, the intoxicating mix of their colognes, sent a wave of dizziness through him. His eyes fluttered closed, his senses overwhelmed. A haughty smile bloomed on Y/n's lips as she observed his reaction, a silent testament to the power she held over him. She reveled in the control, the delicious knowledge that she could bend him to her will.

Seizing the moment, she deftly tied his hands together, the silken fabric biting into his wrists. Taehyung's eyes widened in amusement, a flicker of surprise dancing within their depths. He hadn't anticipated this bold move, this unexpected display of control.

"What the fuck, Y/n? Untie me," he growled, his jaw clenching. While he found her dominance intriguing, even arousing, he drew the line at restraints and blindfolds.

Y/n's lips curled into a predatory smirk as she leaned close, her soft breasts brushing against his hard chest, a deliberate act of teasing. She whispered in his ear, her voice a silken caress, "Say 'sorry,' Taehyung, and I'll consider it."

He was momentarily stunned, taken aback by her audacity. This woman, with a mere touch, a whispered word, could bring him to his knees, exert a control he willingly surrendered to. How could he be so utterly weak in her presence? He would give his life for her without hesitation, so a simple apology was a trivial matter. Besides, he knew he was in the wrong. He harbored no ego when it came to her; his love for Y/n was absolute, an unwavering devotion that would endure until his last breath.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he confessed, his voice laced with genuine remorse.

Y/n's smile widened, radiating a warmth that filled the confined space. She felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude, of profound luck, to have him. Men like him, who placed their love above all else, were a rare and precious find. She leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his lips, her nimble fingers untying the knot.

The moment his hands were freed, the beast within him stirred, reclaiming its territory. He flipped her onto her back, his body hovering over hers, a possessive shadow.

"You shouldn't have done that, darling," he hissed, his voice a low, dangerous growl. He grasped her jaw, his grip firm, forcing her lips into a pout before capturing them in a fierce, demanding kiss. Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, her body momentarily numb, as Taehyung devoured her lips with a raw, primal hunger. Her hands, instinctively drawn to him, tangled in his hair, her fingers caressing the silken strands. His rough hand left her jaw, exploring the curves of her body, igniting a fire that spread through her veins. He nipped at her lower lip, seeking entrance, and she willingly parted her lips.

Taehyung's tongue plunged into her mouth, tasting her warmth, stroking against hers with aggressive, possessive movements. The kiss was a punishment, a raw, untamed expression of his desire, and she reveled in its intensity. He released her lips as the limousine came to a halt. He glanced out the window, noting their arrival at their mansion. He straightened, offering a hand to help her adjust her disheveled dress and the lipstick he'd smudged.

"This night is going to be long, Y/n. Be ready," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, sensual promise that sent shivers down her spine.