I paced around the dining room, checking plans for the fifth time. I looked at the wall mirror, checked my hair, my make up...my blue silk suit (his favorite) I smirked at my reflection, perfection achieved. Oh shit I forgot to get the cake (that I’ve been eating) out of the bedroom, too late if I’m gonna put it in the kitchen. Damn. I want this to be perfect, if I’m gonna get back at him, everything MUST be perfect. I looked at my watch, he’s
gonna be here any minute now…

And just as I expected, I heard the front door open. “Tadaima” Yep…he’s here alright. I’m ready, I KNOW I can do this, I practiced this so many times there’s no way in hell that I’m gonna screw this up. Yeah, I’m ready. One problem though. I’m nervous, I’m so freaking nervous.

“Hey, where are you hiding?” I can sense the amusement in his voice. Great, just great…now I’m feeling intimidated by an angel-faced bastard…GREAT!

I must’ve been very frustrated that I accidentally knocked over my lipstick. It made a soft ‘clank’ on the marble floor, soft enough to be heard.
I bent over to pick it up, but instead of finding the lipstick, I came face to face with a shiny pair of thick-soled black boots. _His_ boots.
I looked up to see his bright youthful face looming over me, and yes he’s wearing THAT smirk again. The smirk that seems so innocent but in reality it
has a thousand meanings, and yes sometimes that smirk even spelled the word “sadistic”. Shit, I’m in deep shit. He sighed. “Oi Tonomura, what are doing down there?” I got up and shrugged. “Just picking up my lipstick…it fell”

I can see his mouth become dry as he swept his eyes over my body, he licked his luscious lips. Deliciously wet, pouty lips…I found myself licking my
own. He ran his thumb along my jawline very softly I had to close my eyes. “Tonomura...why are you dressed like that? Is there…” slight pause to run
his index finger along my cheek, “an occasion that I forgot about?”

Okay...showtime.

I smiled seductively, and caught his finger between my lips…making sure to run my tongue around it. Heh, I can feel him shiver. “No occasion, just
‘coz” I ran my tongue up his finger, giving it a soft kiss on the tip. His breath became shallow. “Just ‘coz what?” I walked past him, to the dimly lit bedroom, making sure I’m walking “the walk”…swinging my hips to the side, making loud clicking noises with the heels of my boots. “Oh nothing…” I can actually feel his eyes following my every move. Fuck. This is gonna be hard.

I paused on the foot of the bed and sat there, my legs crossed…my hands spread on either side, a _hopefully_ suggestive grin playing on my lips.
I parted my lips slightly, making sure he’s taking every bit of what I’m doing. “Come here” I said softly. And like a hunter attacking his prey, he rushed towards me. And when he reached me, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. Hard.

His tongue entered my mouth with unconfined passion, tasting every corner of my mouth…tasting every morsel I have to offer him. I kissed him back with the same force, running my hands through his long blonde hair pushing his head down towards mine. I ran my tongue along his lower lip, catching it in
between my ravenous mouth. No matter how hard I try, I couldn’t get enough of his lips. It’s like taking a bite of one big fat strawberry…irresistible.

He pushed me down on the mattress, crushing my body under his…pressing our bodies so close together I can feel myself getting hard. I rolled him over
with me on top, our lips still devouring each other never separating, I ran my hands up and down his suit pressing my nails onto the thin fabric of his
dress-shirt. He’s moaning, groaning…quivering…Oh gods, he’s just so freaking delicious…

I snaked my hands around his collar to remove his doraemon tie. Instead of throwing it away in some random spot in the room, I held it in my left hand…I still have my plans. I moved my lips to his jawline, trailing feather-soft kisses down his neck, lower, to his throat. I can feel his hands move towards my pants, unbuckling my belt…Oh shit…BELT! I gotta do this fast.

I moved my hand to his stomach, pulling the tucked fabric roughly…good thing his pants are loose it provided me easy access with his cock. I moved my hand lower, grasping the hardened flesh with my hand. He was startled by my boldness but he gasped…and hissed out my name.

He closed his eyes. “Oh god…Tonoooohhh” I can feel his hips thrusts into my hand.

I remove my hand but replaced it with the grinding of my hips, for him to feel my hardness even more. He responded with much force, thrusting his hips
upwards, very much distracted with the erotic movements our nether parts were making.

I moved to grasp his wrists with my hands, holding it over his head, then proceeded to tie his ‘tie’ around his wrists and onto the bedpost. I smirked
then got off him.

He must’ve been REALLY distracted because he didn’t even notice himself tied to the bed. Not until his thrusts met the air. His eyes snapped open, he
tried to move but found that he couldn’t…I smiled, he looked rather funny…first time I saw him tied to the bed like that. Nice.

“Looks familiar?” I asked him, one eyebrow raised.

He glared daggers at me, his lips bunched up into an irritated pout. “Fuck you Tonomura! How did you…”

I smirked, walking around the bed, arms crossed. “I’m good with my hands…but you already know that do you? You should’ve seen this coming, after the way you treated me last week…”

“Oh so now you want me to apologize? Fat chance Tonomura!”

I’m getting hungry so I walked over to the nightstand, lifted the fork and took a bite of the cake that I’ve been eating a while ago. Hmmm, delicious.
But I gotta admit the cupid-faced man tied to the bed is much much more scrumptious than any cake could be.

I loomed over him. “No not apologize. I deserved what you did to me last week, now I know that I should be a little more discreet while flirting” I
didn’t really mean that, I just want him to get all riled up.

He struggled again, I watched as the tie loosened a bit. If he keeps this up he might just get himself free, and I’m not going to allow that.

“Stop moving” I said with the coldest voice I could muster.

“Make me” He struggled again, loosening the tie once more. This is making me nervous, I can’t even begin to imagine the punishment I’m gonna get once he gets himself free…but I’ll worry about that later.

“I said don’t move!”

He snorted, a mocking smile dancing on his lips. “Heh, and what are you going to do about it? Face it bitch, you’re not cut out for this job”

Breathe Hisa, breathe. Relax. Fuck, screw relaxation. “Shut up!”

But still he persisted…damn that devilish angel. “C’mon Tonomura, just be a good boy and let me go” he raised an eyebrow and grinned “give up”

“I said shut up or else…”

He smirked and raised THAT eyebrow again, he’s so fucking annoying!“Or else what?”

I gotta think fast, I blindly reached to my side, to the nightstand. Grabbing anything that could possibly threaten him, anything that could get that freaking smirk off his beautiful face. To my surprise the ‘thing’ I grabbed turned out to be...

“A fork? What are you gonna do with a freaking fork? Really Tonomura, I’m so scared” His voice mocking me.

I looked at the fork in my hand, an idea materializing in my filthy mind…I smiled evilly.

“I’m getting hungry”

Heh, I certainly enjoyed watching the fear that danced in his eyes…and his smirk…it’s gone. GOTCHA.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Wait and see”

On all fours, I climbed to the bed, making slow deliberate strides. I placed my legs on either side of his hips, straddling him. His eyes flashed, he’s
slap me now if he could. Too bad he couldn’t. I pushed my pelvis forward, grinding his hips a little with mine…I couldn’t help but moan and bite my
lower lip hard to stifle the painful pleasure of being the one doing this to him. He’s watching me, his eyes half-lidded.

“Forget about last week”

I bent my head down to whisper in his ear. “Iya, gomen” I flicked out my tongue tasting his lobe, biting it a little. “Don’t you think I deserve to be on top once in a while?”

“Damn you!” He spat.

I sat up, my eyes meeting his hard glare. I held up the fork in my hand. “Besides, I want to find out if kitchen utensils are still kinky”

He moved again, struggled to get free. Stubborn bastard. I brushed the fork on his long blonde locks, I turned the fork around and around winding his
hair like spaghetti noodles. I pulled the fork roughly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

“Once I get myself out of this freaking bed you’ll be in deep shit, you know that Tonomura?”

“I do, it’s worth the risk anyway. Now shut up, you talk too much”

From his hair I trailed the fork down to his cheek, to his long swan-like neck, to his throat…down to the top button of his shirt. With the fork I flicked the button off of it exposing the top of his chest, pale skin…like cream…delicious. I continued to flick the buttons off until I part the shirt in the middle and revealed his smooth chest and his tiny rosy nipples…

“Getting a little flabby are we?” using the fork I poked his stomach, not too hard though, but hard enough to make it purple in color. He squirmed, trying to stay still, trying to ignore the pain…but he closed his eyes and murmured “Bitch...”

I smiled, “I love it when you call me that”

Another one of his death glares answered me, sometimes it amazes me how his expression can change from angelic to devilish. He’s really confusing
sometimes, but I like him that way…he has variety...and definitely not boring during sex.

I ran the fork up his torso, gently touching his nipples until it became like little pebbles. He arched his back, murmuring another round of curses, it’s really hard for him to do this but he’ll learn, eventually...I bent down to take one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue against it, biting it, nipping it a little...he moaned but this time no curse escaped his lips only one sweet word.

“Tonomuraahhh” it’s enough to make me crazy.

Crazy enough to come back to the sweetness and brutality of his lips, crazy enough to trail kisses down his neck...crazy enough to set the fork aside to
cup his ass in my hands massaging the cheeks roughly, going even lower to part his legs and wrap one in my waist. Yeah, I’m going crazy all right I
would’ve taken him right then had I not realized that he’s still dressed...damn self-control.

I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed tightly, a tinge of red staining his round cheeks and his lips _god_ his _lips_ are parted slightly, mouthing my name.

I licked my way up to his face, I ran my tongue along his chin going upwards to his lips, to the bridge of his nose going upwards, to his forehead. Then
I heard his voice command me once again. “Take off your shirt”

I didn’t know why I did it but I did, I took off my suit jacket then my dress-shirt flinging the silk fabrics carelessly over my shoulder. I looked
at him quizzically...

“Lower yourself to me, I want to taste you” I smiled, so that’s what he wanted.

He raised his head to meet my chest, flicking out his tongue to lick my nipple, taking it into his mouth. I buried my face in his hair, my hands absently picking up the fork and teasing his chest with it moving it down...down until it reached inside his pants. I pressed the fork slightly, bruising him somewhere along his groin. He bit my nipple hard in response making me hiss out loud.

“Don’t you want to take off my pants and get on with it?” He asked, licking my nipple one last time.

I smirked. “I didn’t know you’re THAT excited”

“I’m not...you are” and with that he brushed his knee in my crotch. He laughed, “Very excited indeed”. He knows me well, he can read me like a book.

With one hand I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with ease. I slowly slid it out of his hips before pausing to take off his boots
then proceeded to completely get the damned material off him along with his boxers. His lower half is now stark naked, and deliciously open to me.

I took off my pants as well, accompanying his in a crumpled heap on the floor. I looked at the erect organ before me feeling myself getting unbearably hard. He is big, much bigger than I am, it’s no wonder that I feel like I’m being torn apart whenever he enters me.

I hear him whisper. “Suck it” and despite me being in control, I obeyed him.

I lowered my head to take his cock into my mouth, then down deep into my throat I sucked it in long powerful strokes, licking the tip, running my tongue along every inch of his cock. I picked up the fork again, raking it up and down his length, poking him a little along the way. He’s becoming rigid, he’s going to come anytime soon. I back off a little, and licked the tip of his cock deliberately teasing him. He gasped but he didn’t say anything instead he pushed his pelvis forward thrusting his cock into my mouth, I moved my hand to his backside touching the silky perfection of his skin, massaging the cheeks of his incredibly shapely ass. With my other hand I dragged the fork up and down his thigh making sure to leave long red marks, then I massaged the back of his knees which incredibly aroused him, making his thrusts in my mouth faster and faster...he’s so close.

“Motto motto...hayaku, TonomuraAAAHHHHHH!” I removed my head just before he came, warm liquid spilling into the sheets and his abdomen.

I tossed the fork over my shoulder. No need for that now.

I got some of the semen as lubricant, quickly spreading it into my own hard cock and his backside before I enter him. This is the first time he’s EVER
gonna be fucked, and I want to be gentle somehow.

I moved down and knelt between his legs. He was still limp from his climax but soon he’ll be hard again, I’m sure of it. I lifted his thighs, hooking
my arms under them, and then forced his legs up over my shoulders lifting his pelvis off the bed. He moaned, his eyes flickered like two balls of
fires as he glared at me. I slowly bury myself in him.

He was amazingly tight, I closed my eyes, afraid that I might come so soon. He moaned again and I went deeper, then I pressed down on him forcing his
legs back against him until he bent his knees over my shoulders, I started driving into him now careless whether I’m already hurting him or not. My
hand groped for his cock and started stroking it in time with my thrusts.

“Do you like it huh? Do you like this?” I asked him through my teeth.

“Y-Yes...motto motto...Tonoohhhhh” He’s hard again, am I good or what?

He is breathing faster and faster, gasping and panting. I keep pushing and pulling into him until I can feel myself coming close, so close I shut my
eyes tightly. One last deep thrust...

“Uh Jiroohh!” I came deep inside of him, my fingers closing tight on his cock and feeling the liquid spill out of it once again.

It seemed like we screamed together, but I didn’t care. I collapsed on top of him spent and sated, sweat pouring all over our bodies. Our breaths coming in short uneven pants.

I rolled over and lay back, I turned my head to the side to look at him surprised that he’s already watching me. I smirked faintly, “Had enough?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I gotta admit Tonomura, I didn’t know you had it in ya. But you must confess, I’m much much better than you’ll ever be”

“That may be true. Tie me to the bed later on will you?”

His eyes gleamed, an evil smile spreading on his lips. “Sure. But you gotta let me go first”

I smiled back at him, in my own evil way. “I’ll do that, but first you gotta tell where to find those fuckin’ handcuffs”

~OWARI~