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The soft click of the door unlocking gives you a delight as you push it open and enter the foyer of the high-rise apartment. You’re met with quiet darkness that makes the hairs on your skin prickle, but it’s quickly overwritten as the familiar lingering scent of coffee beans and teakwood wafts around you.
You saw Nanami leave fifteen minutes ago to attend a company event, and you knew that you had a few hours before he returned. Shutting the door, you turn on the foyer lights, remove your shoes, and pad across the cool wooden floor towards the expansive window walls that overlook the city.
You could never get over this view. The dazzling lights against the dark backdrop of night, the abundance of cars and people moving about below — like ants in search of their colony, you truly felt invisible here, as if nothing real existed when you were so high in the sky. For a brief moment, it feels like consequences didn’t exist. At least that is what you kept telling yourself, demolishing your actions because it wasn’t the first time you’ve broken into his apartment — and it wouldn’t be the last.
Since the day you met him two months ago, you’ve grown utterly obsessed. Following him. Tracking all of his whereabouts. Taking photos and compiling them into a secret folder on your phone that you often stared at. You wanted him in a way that was dangerous to your well-being.
And to him.
Nanami lived his life unaware of your dangerous longing for him because he had no clue that you existed. How could he? He wouldn’t have guessed that the girl from the local bakery was this captivated by him. He didn’t know how deep your desire for him went. He didn’t know how much you craved him with every fiber of your being. He didn’t know that the craving grew so strong that you acted out your uncontrollable desire and broke into his apartment. And how being near him was like a drug and you the addict, kept breaking into his apartment just for a little taste of his presence.
Turning away from the scenery, you glance at the stove clock, noting that you had about a solid two hours before Nanami should be returning home. You run your fingers across the arm of the sofa as you make your way down the narrow corridor towards Nanami’s bedroom. Flicking on the lights, you take in the large California King bed with its grey satin sheets made to perfection in the center of the room. Nanami was particular. He pays attention to the small details, so you learn how to remake his bed the way he did so that you wouldn’t leave any evidence. You glance at the corner of the bed and see a white t-shirt neatly folded. Grabbing it, you bring the shirt to your nose and inhale, relishing in its woodsy scent.
You awakened a soft throbbing in your core and warm wetness between your thighs as you took in his addictive scent--simple things turned you on so much.
You sit on the bed, scooting until you’re nestled into the center. Leaning back and resting your head onto the cascade of soft pillows, you twine your fingers in the hem of your navy thigh-length dress and raise it—exposing your bare heat. Spreading your legs open, you sink your fingers into your wetness eliciting a soft moan as you bury your face into Nanami’s shirt. His scent is everywhere, surrounding you like a waterfall. Your fingers move as if they had a mind of their own, pumping faster as you rock your hips— working yourself into a frenzy. Your vivid imagination took over, and you could see him so clearly: his tall, broad frame, tousled blond hair, deep cheekbones, and intense expression. You imagined him looming over you, his large hands gripping your body so tightly leaving a trail of small trophies across your brown skin. You can hear and feel him. His damp, sweat-coated skin, labored breathing, and his groans of appreciation as he pumps his cock into you.
You always wondered what kind of lover he’d be. Is he the sweet, considerate type? Or the dominant, rough type? For your fantasy, you imagined him fucking you so rough, taking you however he pleased with no regard for you. He didn’t treat you like a fragile porcelain doll; He always knew how you wanted it, how much he could push, testing your limits to the brink because all you wanted was him. You imagined him balls deep hitting your favorite spot over and over again driving you crazy with lust-coated haze—only able to call out his name because he fucked you stupid. You imagined your nails clinging to his damp skin, hearing him hiss at how good you felt. You pump your fingers faster as you imagine him bottoming out, hands around your throat as he pumps his hips into you frantically.
“Kento,” you pant, as your thighs start to shake as you climb, almost reaching the peak of your orgasm. Eyes closed, you let his shirt fall to the bed as you relax into the rich sheets. You're so close.
“I didn’t expect to see a show.” A familiar voice breaks through your fogginess causing you to freeze.
That voice.
You shoot up from your spot on the bed to see Nanami standing in the doorway, the atmosphere becoming darker, and more dense as you watch him assess you. Dark and dangerous, you’ve never felt this aura from him. He eyes you with a cool, predatory, and calculating gleam in his golden hues.
You felt exposed — more than you already were. Remembering that you were caught masturbating in his bed, you reach for the hem of the dress and attempt to pull it down.
“It’s a little too late for that, darling,” he drawls. He kept his gaze on you, not moving from his spot near the door. The way he watched you made you feel as if he was scolding you even though he hadn’t addressed the elephant in the room: the who and why.
It feels like an eternity passes between you before Nanami uncrosses his arms and stands straight up, his large frame filling the doorway. “It seems like I’ve caught a little kitten,” he sinks his hands into his pants pocket and slowly prowls towards you. You scuttle away until you feel the coolness of the headboard against your back. Nanami chuckles as he stops in the center of the room.
“How amusing,” he threads one of his large hands in his blond hair, tousling the once primmed locks, causing a few strands to fall forward onto his forehead. “You break into my home, spread your legs on my bed, moan my name as you fuck yourself to my scent—and you’re scared of me?”
Fear tugs at your chest. You didn’t expect to get caught. You didn’t want Nanami to call the police and have you locked away because you couldn’t control your desires. Your mind was reeling as you tried to come up with a solution, but every time you glanced at Nanami, who still watched you intently, you couldn’t process a single thought.
“Kento, I—”
“Kento?” He repeats and you can see a flame alight in his eyes that would rival a stove top. He’s angry. “I don’t think you know me well enough to address me so casually.”
“N-Nanami,” you try again. “I’m so—“
“Even with that,” he says cutting you off—uninterested in your pleas. “I feel that I am at a disadvantage.” He takes a step forward and stops. “You know my first and last name, yet I have no idea who the hell you are.” He cocks his head to the side, intense golden hues slowly scanning you from head to toe, lingering at your breast and thighs. A salacious grin slowly spreads across his handsome face, making his angular features more defined. “You’re just a naughty little kitten that I’ve caught. One who should be punished.” His eyes scan your body once more, finally meeting your eyes. “And I know exactly how to punish a curious pussy.”
The air between you becomes claustrophobic as you scramble to think of what to say to him. There was an interesting mix of fear that ignited your fight or flight response—you wanted to run and get away from this darker version of Nanami. He was unknown, and you weren’t sure if he would actually hurt you; you even considered that you were safer in the hands of authorities than with the predator in front of you. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the dull throbbing and renewed wetness pooling between your thighs. You relished in not knowing what he had in store for you. His unwavering gaze coated in a tempered heat, promised so much. And he was right, you are curious, and your curiosity made you want to know how he planned to punish you.
As if reading your mind, Nanami closed the gap between you and him in two long strides. Now, he stood at the foot of his bed.
“I’ve known for a while that you were breaking into my place,” he points to the corner of his bedroom where a small white camera rested. You couldn’t believe that you missed it. It blended so well that you never noticed the device, but looking closely you could see the faint red dot. You turn back to Nanami eyes wide with shock. “Every day when I leave for work, you waltz right in like you own the place,” one of his large hands cups his chin. You could see the agitation in his limbs and your fear spiked. “And maybe you do with the way you don’t mind cumming on my sheets.”
“Nanami, I can exp—”
“Why don’t you keep going?”
“W-what?” You stutter.
He doesn’t repeat himself. His menacing aura seemed to suffocate you and you weren’t entirely sure if it was the fear or the desire you felt that made you consider what he asked. You eye him, drinking him in. He’s adorned in an all-black suit, each thread of fabric molded perfectly to him showcasing his muscular arms, trimmed waist, and thick thighs.
Your breathing is shallow as you take him in. You couldn’t believe how dangerously delicious he looks tonight. As if your body had a mind of its own, your fingers grazed the exposed skin of your thigh.
You felt exposed with how Nanami silently watched you. But the thrill of being watched by him turned you on more. Slowly you trail the pads of your tips up your thigh, brushing your slickened folds. Toes curled, and your other hand gripped the bed sheet as you teased the sensitive bud eliciting a soft moan before sinking your finger knuckle deep into your pussy. You slowly begin to pull out.
“Raise your dress and spread your legs wider,” he commands and you oblige, planting your feet into the mattress and using your other hand to raise the thin fabric, giving him a full view of your wetness.
You tease your entrance before sinking two fingers inside— keeping your gaze steady with Nanami’s. He didn’t react as he watched you pump your fingers. His unreadable gaze turns you on even more. You sink your finger deeper as you rock your hips.
“Does it feel good, fucking yourself in my bed as I watch?”
God, yes.
You tease the sensitive nub as you pump your fingers in and out.
“Answer me.”
“Y-yes, N-Nanami,” you pant. Saying his name caused you to clench as the budding orgasm built below. You pump your digits faster, ready to spill over under Nanami’s glare. “Mmm,” you moan. Your legs stiffen and your head lolls back as your eyes closed, breaking the intense stare down with Nanami. Your release was so, so close you couldn’t keep your composure—
“I didn’t give you permission to cum.” Your finger stills as you look at Nanami. He was in the process of undoing his black tie. “I only told you to keep going,” he reaches forward gripping your wrist and removing your hands from your pussy.
Nanami grips his tie and slowly wraps it around your wrist—knotting the soft fabric. It was tight, there was no way you’d be able to break the bond. His long fingers wrap around your ankle, and with one tug he pulls you to the edge of the bed.
“I don’t reward disobedience,” he looms over you, his fingers gripping your thighs, spreading them apart as he nuzzles himself in between them. “A little slut who stalks me, breaks into my home, and fucks herself stupid doesn’t deserve to cum,” he leans in, his hand trailing up your thigh, past your stomach and breast, and resting at the column of your neck. “Not until I say so, don’t you think that’s a fair trade?” His grip tightens around your neck, and your eyes grow wide with intensified fear.
“I—I,” you attempt to speak.
“You know, I could just keep you here like a little pet,” he tightens his grip. Your bound hands snap up attempting to break his hold. “A pretty little collar would suit you. And so would some home training.”
“S-stop,” you sputter but he ignores you as he leans in and kisses you forcibly. You didn’t know where you ended and he began as his tongue plagues your mouth and oxygen leaves your body. You felt lightheaded. You felt fear. You felt desire. So many convoluted emotions conjoined within you that you felt like a heated mess.
Nanami pulls back, releasing the grip on your neck, and steps out from between your thighs.
“Kneel,” he commands, and you gape at him, frozen in place. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You slide off the bed, placing your bound hands on the cool ground, and peer up at him. Nanami doesn’t say anything as you reach forward and unclasp the button of his slacks. You see his thickness protruding behind the fabric, and you slip your hands in, freeing him.
He’s too big. I can’t..
“What’s the problem, darling?” He coos. You grit your teeth to prevent yourself from salivating. You should be afraid right now, but your excitement outweighs your fear. You’ve imagined taking him so many times that now the moment was here, you felt intimidated. Hesitantly you grip his length in your bound hands—the silky hardness feeling warm against your skin.
You lean in and attempt to swallow him in one go. You only make it halfway, but hearing Nanami hiss, his hands entangling into your hair, strands breaking free from your scalp, only encourages you to try again.
You pull back, circling your tongue around his tip, collecting the leaking pre-cum and mixing it with your saliva before descending his length again. Lathering your tongue against the silkiness of his cock, you pad the veins as you take him deeper and deeper into your throat.
Nanami pumps his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat, “you think a stalker like you deserves to cum?” He slides his thickness out your mouth, your tongue coating the underside of his cock as he lingers at your entrance. “No, this is all for me.” He buries himself into your throat once more and tears spring into your eyes as he fucks your face.
“A grand prize for my patience.” Thrust.
“For letting you break in and soil my sheets,” thrust.
“And for cumming, over and over just from the thought of me,” he stills, cock lodged deep into your throat as he holds your head in place—not allowing you to breathe. Your throat constricts around his length, and you gag as tears spill from the corner of your lids. You press your bound hands against his muscular thighs in an attempt to break free.
“How does the real deal feel, darling?” he pulls out and you swirl your tongue around his tip, relishing in the sound of his sharp intake of breath. “I know my cock taste better than your fantasy.”
You groan in agreement, as he slams himself into you once more this time a warmness coating your throat as his large hands hold you in place, forcing you to swallow his seed.
“Ah, fuck, your throat feels so good.”
Nanami finally releases you and you fall onto your butt coughing and gasping for air. You feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, and rest your head against the edge of the bed. Nanami’s fingers twine in your hair, yanking your head up, forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out,” he grips your waist, lifting you from the floor and placing you on the bed onto your stomach. He snakes his arm underneath your waist, propping your ass up into the air. “You’d think that all of that stalking would’ve given you enough stamina to take me until I’ve had my fill,” he tugs your hair harder causing you to arch your back and yelp. “I’m nowhere near finished fucking you.”
He smacks your ass and you yelp again—the stinging pain going straight to your renewed desire. You can feel his hardness brush your entrance, and you push back wanting him to enter you.
Nanami tugs your hair stilling your movements. “Remember what I said?” His hands trail the soft flesh of your stomach until he cups your breast. “This is for me,” he teases your erect nipples through your dress and you moan. “My pleasure. Your punishment.” He presses into your back, his warmth soaking through the fabric, and nips your ear. “You’re not allowed to cum, remember that.” You can feel him crown your entrance and your breath catches.
That’s impossible—
Nanami slams into you disrupting your thoughts as the indescribable fullness snaps you back to reality. The intrusion was sudden, leaving you no time to process it.
“Hmm, so fucking tight,” he moans as he pulls out, slamming into you once more. One hand wrapping into your hair, holding you in place, while the other gripped your waist digging into the soft flesh as he rails you from behind. Over. And over. And over.
Your stomach tightens. There was absolutely no way you could keep yourself from cumming. Your nails dig into the sheets of the bed as your climax teeters at the peak of the summit. Nanami fucked you exactly how you’d imagine he would.
No.
He was better than anything you could have imagined.
You bite your bottom lip as you prepare for your release. And just as it was ready to announce itself, Nanami stopped moving.
“N-Nanami?” Your stutter, surprised by the suddenness.
“I told you, you can’t cum,” he says matter-of-factly.
How in the hell did he know I was about to cum?
Without warning Nanami drives into you once more, causing your mouth to drop from the stretch. He was entirely too big. “Remember now, you aren’t allowed to cum,” he pulls out to tip before slamming into you again.
“N-Nanami,” you mewl. “That’s impossible—” He drives his cock so deep into you, hitting the spot inside that stuttered your speech. You didn’t know what was happening anymore, but you’d be damned if you weren’t allowed to cum. Your release built again, this time more quickly ready to spill over at any moment.
Nanami stills once more forcing your orgasm to melt away.
“Fuck, please,” you cry out. “Please let me cum,” you beg.
“I’m not done.” Was all he said before slamming his hips into you again and stilling when he noticed you were about to cum.
Tears spilled over as the desire to cum became unbearable. You weren’t sure how to get him to give in. He controlled your body, forcing you to the very edge and then not letting you jump off. It was infuriating.
Nanami releases your hair and you fall forward into the mattress. He pulls out, gripping your thigh and forcing you to lie on your back.
“Look at you,” he says a look of approval reflected in his golden orbs. “You’re a complete mess. It’s perfect.”
Nanami sinks back into you with the force of a feral animal. Leaning in, he captures your mouth as your nails sink into his biceps. “You can cum now.” He concedes and as he deepens his strokes, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that forces you to let out multiple strangled cries. You rock your hips against him, meeting him at every thrust-- frantically trying to reach your release before he changes his mind.
“You. Feel. So. Good.” Nanami grinds out as he quickens his pace. Those few words sent you over the edge, finally catching the release you so desperately chased.
Nanami followed shortly behind you, his breathing hitches as your pussy milks him dry. His thick cum breaks free of you and trails down your thigh as both of your heavy breathing mingle in the air around you.
You could only focus on your pounding heart as you came down. Nanami raises off of you and pulls out, looking down at you with a curious grin adorning his face.
“I just might keep you as my pet,” he says.
And at the moment, you considered that it wouldn’t be a bad deal.