Ch 2

A/N: Just Jumin being…. Jumin. Seven's adorable though!

The next morning MC woke up earlier than usual so she'd have time to take a shower and eat breakfast before Jumin picked her up. She dressed in low heals, a black skirt, and her favorite t-shirt. She looked herself over in the mirror briefly before adding a delicate scarf to cover the marks Seven had left on her the night before. She saw that it was already almost 10 and she walked back to the bedroom and sat next to Seven's sleeping form.

"Hey babe," she whispered in his ear, pressing kisses against his bare shoulder to get his attention. "I'm gonna leave, okay?"

Seven groaned in protest and pulled her against him. She giggled as he held her tightly and buried his face in her hair. "Stay with me," he whined childishly.

"I have to go sweetie, I'll be back in a few hours," she reasoned. He kissed her forehead and reluctantly let her go. "I love you."

"I love you more," he mumbled, closing his eyes again and letting sleep overtake him.

MC couldn't help but smile as she kissed him on the cheek and walked outside to meet Jumin, a car already waiting outside of the house. Jumin stepped out to hold the door open for her, smirking as he looked her up and down. "Did someone get jealous of you spending so much time with me?"

MC frowned at him in confusion and instead of responding Jumin simply grabbed her scarf and pulled it off of her in one fluid movement, exposing the bite marks and bruises that covered her neck and chest. MC glared at him and snatched her scarf back, making him chuckle. He leaned down so his mouth was mere inches away from her ear and whispering in a low voice "And I'm sure there's more hiding under your shirt. Probably trailing all the way down to your bruised hips."

Her face turned bright red at his words and she flipped him off as she entered the car. He sat down next to her still smirking as MC mumbled complaints and cursed both the boys under her breathe, Seven for marking her so harshly and Jumin for calling her out on it.

"Where are we off to?" she asked, after her irritation had calmed. Jumin smiled but didn't reply. She sighed before accepting she wasn't going to get an answer and deciding to change the subject. "How's your company doing?"

Jumin looked at her with a slightly confused expression before responding. "It's doing well," she stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to continue. He frowned slightly before elaborating, "We're beginning to become more involved with the media industry," he said slowly.

"How does that effect the company?" MC asked. She understood very little about Jumin's work, but knew it was a topic that would give him plenty to talk about, and she was willing to learn. Jumin explained the business deals that he was currently working on and the short and long term effects they would have for both parties involved. MC asked questions whenever he paused, urging him to continue. She listened carefully, showing genuine interest. She'd never really bothered learning about business, but this was a big part of Jumin's life so she was curious about it.

It took about 45 minutes for them to arrive at their destination, but the time went by quickly and she was almost disappointed when she felt the car stop. The driver opened Jumin's door and MC opened her own before either of the men could do it for her. She looked up to see they were in front of a two story, predominantly white building, that had few markings to indicate what it held inside of it. Jumin walked inside without hesitation and MC quickly followed behind.

Her face flushed as she entered, it was, basically, a sex shop, only much cleaner and sophisticated looking than one would expect. It wasn't what she had imagined a sex shop to look like but what made her even more embarrassed was that it was… kinky, to an extreme. It wasn't that she wasn't familiar with kinky things. Even before her relationship with Seven she'd accepted the fact that she was sexually submissive and did her research to learn what interested her. And being with Seven exposed her to even more; bondage, orgasm control, and begging were not uncommon in their bedroom. He was sadistic with her, and he demanded nothing less than her complete submission, which she always willingly gave. But this shop was… almost intimidating with it's diversity and severity.

"I assume this is nothing your unfamiliar with," Jumin's low voice startled her out of her daze and she jumped slightly. He pressed a hand against her lower back in reassurance, making her relax a bit at the contact.

"No," she said slowly, her eyes wandering around the room, "It's just a lot to take in at once." He nodded in understanding and led her across the room.

"Where'd you get the idea to dress up in such a manner?" he asked as they walked past a wall full of material for different forms of bondage.

"I was trying to distract him from his work one day so I decided to playfully 'meow' and well…." she trailed off, not feeling the need to continue. "I'm not complaining though, I like that Seven's dominant," she said honestly.

Jumin chuckled lowly, "Seven's not just a dominant, he's a sadist." MC looked up at him with a slightly confused expression, causing him to sigh before continuing. "Seven doesn't just want to be in charge. He wants you desperate, begging for mercy, completely broken underneath him. He wants to test your every limit, to bring you to the edge and leave you there, make you scream till the only thing you can remember is his name and that he owns you. And sweetheart," Jumin paused, placing a hand under her chin and leaning down so they were eye level, "I hope you know you're probably going to get yourself in trouble with this little idea of yours."

MC shivered at his words, she knew he was right, but she'd been putting off the thought. "I know," she said quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.

Jumin released her and stepped back. "I trust Seven to take care of you though," he commented, making MC smile slightly. "Do you have a color preference?" MC shook her head and Jumin pulled two ribbons seemingly out of thin air. "Lift up your shirt," he said in a dominant voice and she listened without a second thought. She pulled her shirt up till it just covered her bra and he held the ribbons against her skin; one black, the other white. He looked at them for only a moment before pulling them away and grabbing a pair of white cat ears, placing them carefully on her head.

MC pulled out her phone and used the camera to see herself. "I'm so cute," she purred, caressing the headband lightly. Jumin chuckled and began walking towards another subset of the building that was filled with lingerie. MC followed him and began wandering around, looking at the delicate pieces of fabric as he leaned against one of the walls and checked his emails on his phone.

"What do you think about this?" MC asked after a few minutes. She held up a simple pair of matching panties and a bra, both white with a delicate lace trim.

"Cute," he replied, "fitting for you." He ignored her confused expression and led her to another section. "You need shoes."

"Why do I need shoes to have sex?" she asked. He gave her a look of disbelief before deciding to ignore the question. As they walked across the store, he paused and gave her an evil grin, holding up a small butt plug with a fluffy white tail attached to it. "No," MC said immediately.

Jumin laughed at her expression. "Think about it," he tried to reason.

"Nope, nu-uh, not gonna happen." she said, shaking her head. He continued to laugh and she glared at him. "Take me to the shoes," she demanded, trying to get him away from the tail. He eventually listened and led her away. He let her look around for a minute before picking up a pair of incredibly high, strappy, white heals. "I'm not entirely confident I could walk in those," MC admitted, eyeing them cautiously.

"You don't have to. You'll be lucky if he lets you get off your knees the entire night." Jumin replied, nonchalantly.

She flushed at his words and grabbed the shoes from him angrily. "You've just about reached your limit of snarky comments for the day, Jumin," she warned.

"I wasn't trying to be snarky, I was simply being honest," he stated.

MC rolled her eyes, "Whatever, is there anything else I need?" Jumin hummed thoughtfully and began wandering around the store, MC following close behind. He picked up a pair of thin white thigh-high stockings and offered them to her. She took them and added them to her growing collection. As they wandered, she got distracted by a thin but sturdy white ribbon and took it between her fingers carefully.

Jumin raised his eyebrows at her, "Are you sure you want to give him that option?"

She shrugged, "It's going to happen either way. And these would match my outfit." He gave a small nod of agreement.

"Ah, there is one more thing you need," he said with a small smile that made her nervous. He walked away as she gathered the ribbon and returned with a thin white collar that had a silver bell hanging from it. "You wouldn't be a proper pet without a collar," he smirked.

"I'm getting real tired of your shit Jumin," she muttered under her breath, taking the collar from his hands. He simply smiled in response as he led her back to the front so she could purchase the items she held in her arms.

She let out a small sigh as they returned to the car, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the window. "Are you beginning to rethink your decision?" Jumin asked as he entered the car.

"No, I'm just…nervous." she sighed. "What if… what if he does't like it?" she asked in a small voice, finally voicing her insecurities.

He looked at her thoughtful for a moment before taking one of her hands in his. "Hey," he said, in a softer tone than MC had ever heard him use, "You're gorgeous, and Seven loves you. He would love you in anything but when he sees you in these… he's going to loose it. He'll probably have trouble not hurting you, unintentionally I mean. I have no doubt that you'll be covered in intentional marks and bruises within minutes." MC blushed and looked down. "Aftercare is important." he continued, "Anyways, my point is he's going to love it and even more importantly he loves you. You have nothing to worry about, MC."

"Thank you, Jumin" she said quietly, wrapping her arms around him to hug him tightly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he sighed, rubbing her back gently. She pulled away but kept her head against him the rest of the ride home as she continued their previous conversation about work.

"Watcha working on?" MC asked from her place on the couch. She was painting her nails as Seven was on the computer, like usual.

"I'm trying… to hack into… this system… but I can't freaking get it," he growled in frustration. His eyes scanned the screen as his fingers worked faster than she thought humanely possible.

"What system?" she asked, knowing what his answer would be.

"Ah, MC you know better than to ask me questions like that," he scolded her playfully, "Aha! Got it! Agent 707 strikes again! Mwuhaha!" he laughed wickedly as he sat back in his chair and grinned at the screen. MC couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked with mock offense.

MC bit her lip to try to hide her smile, "No, of course not" she teased. Seven narrowed his eyes at her but his grin was still present, making her heart flutter. She began painting the nails on her left hand and growled in frustration when she immediately messed up.

"Do you want some help?" he asked, his focus returning to his work.

"Please," she pouted. "Don't you have work to do though?"

He rolled his eyes as he got up to join her on the couch, "I always have work, you're more important." MC giggled and threw her legs over his lap as he sat down. "Give me your hand," he said, holding out his and picking up her nail polish. She placed her hand in his and he lifted it to his mouth to place a kiss against it. "Cute color," he commented as he began to paint her nails for her.

"Really? You like it?" she asked, trying to ignore the way her heart began to race, "It's just white."

"I like it on you," he said sincerely, "It looks nice against your skin tone."

"Thank you," she said quietly willing her blush to go away. "Are you excited for this weekend?"

"What's this weekend?" he asked. She glared at him in response. "I'm kidding, baby," he laughed, leaning over to kiss her pouty lips, "Of course I'm excited."

"Mhhmm keep that up and you're not gonna get your present," she threatened.

"Ooooh I get a present! What's my present?" he asked with a childlike grin.

"I'm not telling you!" MC replied, hitting his arm playfully.

"Careful your gonna mess up your nails and I'm gonna laugh at you." He teased, earning himself another glare. "I hope your my present," he said with a wink

"You already have me, my love," she said sweetly. She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair before remember her wet nail polish and frowning. "Don't wanna mess up my nails and give you a reason to laugh at me," she mumbled with a slight pout.

Seven chuckled in response, "You know I'd help you fix them after I was done laughing at you though." He kissed her hand again before standing up, "All done, I gotta get back to work now babe."

"Okay," MC whined, "Thank you."

"Anything for you, my darling," he said with a wink before returning to work. MC smiled to herself as she laid back against the couch. She was definitely excited for this weekend.