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She wasn’t the type to get jealous easily, or so she thought. And now as she watched her beloved angel smile so innocently at another, the emotion she prided on keeping away reared its ugly head.
With a sake cup in hand, she watched as one of the maids asked him various questions she couldn’t hear. Giggling flirtatious at her lover. And him as oblivious as he was, did not pick upon the maid’s less than pure intentions. Her hand “accidentally” touching his much more muscular arms, blushing and “asking for forgiveness”. Forgiveness which came so easily from him. Trait which she adored, but right then, she couldn’t come to terms with.
Why did this maid invite him away from the feast anyway? And alone? She thought, watching her oblivious lover, waiting and waiting for him to stop her advances. But with each second that passed, the green-eyed monster inside her grew, feeding of her wait for the moment in which he would stop her. Moment which he nonchalantly delayed.
She doubted any of the two had any idea she watched, and her mind started to wander further. What if is aware of what’s happening and chooses to ignore? That would be another can of worms she didn’t want to open.
But the maid wasn’t one to play around either. And under the meek moonlight, she reached for his face and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Only then he realized what was truly happening and he pushed her away, blushing and stuttering.
That softened MC’s turbulent heart, but the shock from the maid’s bold moves made her drop the empty cup. Shattering on impact with the wooden floor of the veranda. Loud enough in the otherwise quiet night to alarm the pair she shamelessly spied on.
She must have had a wounded expression on her face, because Mitsunari’s amethyst eyes widened as she entered his sight. Rushing towards her, leaving the poor maid behind. She couldn’t really blame her either, after all, it was Mitsunari who did not impose his boundaries. All ugly thoughts left her mind when her lover’s smooth hands grabbed hers, worry in his eyes. His thumb caressing her fingers as his gaze searched for the emotions in hers, but he found nothing there anymore.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t realize she would…kiss me…I didn’t mean to…” He started, but her lips took over his and this time he reciprocated.
“I know.” She paused. “But you would still have to repent. To make sure all this doesn’t happen anymore.”
He nodded. “Anything.” He answered seriously as his eyes fixed hers. A mischievous smile making its way upon her face at his conviction. Anything, huh?
“Maid, please clean this up.” She said detached as she pointed towards the fragmented cup. Maybe a bit too happy as she watched the rejected woman hurrying to obey her. She knew he was taken, so she had it coming.
And it was her who grabbed his hand now, urging him to follow her. She had to teach him a lesson or two.
“Where are we going?” His innocent voice jingled.
“Somewhere private.” She answered.
And that private place happened to be her room.
When he said anything, he didn’t foresee this situation. He watched as his lover tied one last knot around his naked skin with the white rope she took from one of her drawers. His hands tightly bounded behind his back restricting his movements. The rope gently hugged his chest and abdomen to form an intricate design. Part of the same silky-smooth rope tied his ankles together, the distance barely enough for him to keep his balance.
He remembered when she confessed that she would like to tie him up, he never expected to ever see her bite her lip and avert her gaze, nor her cheeks to flush to such a deep red. Nor was he expecting his face to mirror hers when her words left her mouth.
Here she was, behind him. Her soft breath against his nape, ready to serve him his retribution. Her soft finger pushed between his skin and the rope to test it.
“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable, at any time.” She said, her tone serious. He nodded in acknowledgement and her hands made their way to his perked nipples, pinching them between her index and thumb. Her own soft body supporting his lean yet muscular one. While one of her hands kept its position firm, the other started to wander. Tracing the lines of his abdomen with her fingertips.
A muffled moan escaped him as she started to lick his ear.
“My sweet angel.” She purred, her voice low and needy. “You look, oh, so wonderful like this. Your so obedient in your studies.” Her wet lips leaving kisses along the back of his neck. He breathed sharply, the strain of the rope adding to his arousal. Her hand closing in to his shaft. Expectation like a smoldering fire deep in him. “I’ll make sure you never forget today’s lesson.” Her teeth digging shallowly into his skin.
“MC…please.”
“Please…?” She urged him, sinking her teeth deeper into the outer layer of his skin.
“Touch me more…please.” He asked and twitched in her hand as she started to suck the spot she bit.
She indulged him, gently touching the tip of his erection. The temperature difference making him shiver in delight. Her thumb started rubbing around his opening, diffusing the precum on as much area as she managed. He leaned his head back as she started to move her hand up and down, painfully slow. He bit his lip and a guttural moan escaped him.
“Your lullaby is so enticing my dearest.” She confessed, his pleasured sounds deepening her own need. The hand stroking his length now tightening its grip as her right hand travelled upwards, gently wrapping around his exposed throat.
“Your skin is so delightfully soft.” She purred and pushed him closer, eliminating the space between them. She kissed the base of his neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail across it. She nibbled the lobe of his ear and moaned teasingly into it. He twitched into her hand. His visage mimicking the colors of a sunset.
“MC…I…I…” But he didn’t manage to finish his idea as he came undone in her hand, shuddering at the intensity, his cum dripping over his length and over her hand. She meowled at the sight, her wetness amplifying, the fire which was once but a kindle becoming a wildfire.
“My, my, what a naughty boy.” She said, releasing him. Another muffled sound escaped him as the heat she dissipated left him, along with her soft body.
She was now facing him. She slipped two of her clean fingers through the openings of the rope hugging his chest. With a sigh, her other hand rose to her mouth.
“Look at the mess you made.” She said, eyes fixed on his as she slowly dragged her tongue across the cum on her hand and he held back a moan at the sight. “But don’t expect me to clean it all for you.” She continued, slipping two fingers through his lips. His tongue wrapping around them without any protests.
“Such a good boy. Learning fast.” She said, her hand retreating, her lips taking its place. Her tongue made its way inside his mouth, and he reciprocated with matching energy for her ardent kiss. Their lips parted, but a string of saliva still connected them.
The tingling sensation between her legs grew exponentially in intensity as the sight before her flooded her senses. His eyes narrowed and unfocused, sweat dripping from his hair along his features, with his mouth agape and lips plumped. His defined pectorals rising and falling rhythmically as he panted. His whole body colored in a pink hue. The marks she left earlier being the last touch to her masterful art piece. The white rope around him, like he was her gift, or perhaps like he got caught in her intricate spiderweb. If she were to let go of it now, would he fall on his back?
“Can you support yourself for a bit?” She asked tenderly as she caressed his cheek. It took him a few seconds to answer. When he did, she stood up, parading as she walked to a corner of the room to cleanse her hand with a towel she prepared beforehand and to grab a pillow.
She helped him lean back and put the pillow under his head for support.
“Is it comfortable?”
He nodded in response, and she daintily touched his forehead to give him one last deep kiss before hoping on top of him. His face squished between her thighs. Two of her fingers reaching between herself and his sweet lips to spread herself. He understood the message and his tongue lasciviously made its way through her dripping folds.
“Ngh…” She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself closer to that mouth of his, so eager to please. He moaned in response at the sight, the vibrations of his melodious voice reverberating through her. Her hand reached for his silvery locks, pulling him even closer. His lips enclosed on her clit now, sucking on it fervently, his amethyst gaze locked on her form. His face now reminded her of the look he has when he’s reading one of his books. But she was the sole subject of his desires now, his gaze all focused on her and her quivering body. Not that she had the time to think in depth about it.
“Mitsu-nari.” She moaned his name as she came undone on his face, him still lapping at her through her orgasm. Her back straightening as her head fell back. Him ardently sucking her sensitive clit. “You really…are a…good boy.” She panted, her grip tightening in his messy hair. She took a few seconds to steady her breath and then stood up.
“You deserve a reward.” She said, kissing him, their tastes combining on her tastebuds almost like a fine wine.
“A reward?” He asked, his sweet voice so needy.
“Yes, anything your heart desires.” A smile betraying her less than innocent intentions creeping upon her face.
“I would like to cum inside you.” He said, resolve in his focused eyes.
“Then, I shall make your wish come true.” She said, positioning herself so her core would be above his hardened erection. She rubbed herself against him, their moans resounding together in the enclosed space. With one swift motion she lowered herself on his cock, both gasping. The cum left on his length working as a lubricant. Her walls embracing him in full.
Beads of sweat lazily trailing along her jawline. Her moves deliberate. His amethyst-colored eyes watched closely as her hands grasped her breasts. Soft fingers teasing her hardened nipples. He groaned when he felt her tighten around him, his mouth opening slightly.
“I love it when you have eyes only for me.” She said and her breasts bounced as her hands left them alone.
With her palms on his chest to steady herself, her motions increased in amplitude, yet she was only taking half of him.
“MC…” He cried, shaking under his bounds. “I wish I could touch you…” He said, his angelic voice almost cracking.
“Is the reward I offer not enough?” She asked and lowered herself to take him in full again.
“I…only…” His words were muffled by her mouth, her tongue slipping in.
“Shh, don’t utter another word, unless it’s my name or your wish to stop this.” Another greedy move from her, swiftly encompassing his length. “So, tell me, have you learned your lesson?”
“Mhmm.” He moaned and shook his head affirmatively.
“Then tell me…who do you belong to? Hm?” She asked tugging at the piece of rope that stood firmly beneath his pectorals.
“You…” He answered and moaned softly. But something in his answer displeased her, for she retreated, leaving him with an aching need for more.
“I don’t remember ‘you’ being in the list of the allowed words.” She said playing dumb. “Now, this is the last time I shall repeat myself, so listen closely.” She accentuated that last bit, her walls still teasing the tip of his length. “Who do you belong to?”
“MC...MC…”
“Good boy.” She said and let herself sink back on him, his cock filling her up. “Good boy. And worry not, for I belong to you too.” She purred.
She cried as he twitched delightfully, his curve hitting her spot.
“You can cum for me now.” She growled and caressed his lower lip with her thumb, watching his narrowing eyes gaze at her through his silvery eyelashes. A few more lascivious moves and his body started to shiver under his restraints and as his mouth opened, her thumb made its way into his mouth. He raised his hips as much as the bounds allowed him, her walls contracting around his length, milking him dry as he came.
“MC!” He groaned.
“Mitsunari!” She cried out in pleasure as her hips pushed against him to ride out her orgasm. “You really are…a good boy.” She moaned.
She fell limp against his sweaty body, her head resting in the crook of his neck. When both of their climaxes subsided, her hands untied the knots that bound him. His arms gently embraced her as soon as they were free.
Her fingers softly hovered above the pinkish marks left by the rope.
“I think they’ll be gone soon.” She said and left a trail of butterfly kisses along another of the flushed lines that decorated his chest.
“Yeah.” He said letting himself be pampered by her sweet touch. “MC?”
“Yes?” She asked, her eyes rising to meet his.
“Are you still mad at me?”
Her palm reached for his cheek.
“I never was. I was jealous at first, but I was also worried. What if someone tries to take advantage of your cluelessness when it comes to…ahem…these matters? You might think you can out power them, but what if their intentions go further than an innocent kiss? What if they drug you, like, with an aphrodisiac or something?”
“I understand your concerns…it just never occurred to me that anyone would go at such lengths for something like that.”
She sealed his lips with a kiss.
“Be careful from now on, ok? And don’t worry, this was just the first lesson.” She said and winked at him teasingly.
“I promise I will.” He assured her and his large chest encompassed her smaller form as he embraced her tighter.