A hot steaming cup of coffee sits between you and the fidgeting red haired boy. The coffee shop isn't as busy as it usually was, but it is in the middle of the week at 4:00 PM. No one would really be here, except for you and the boy.

"Um...I-I think…" You don't catch the rest of what your partner is saying with his soft voice. His voice tends to be audible until the middle of his sentence, then the rest of the words come out similar to a purr of a cat. Low and rumbly. Your hand grabs a small stirring stick from the container on the table.

"Hmm? Please repeat yourself Kozato-kun." He flinches a bit and takes a breath to calm himself as you stir your coffee.

"I s-said...maybe we c-could read the ch-chapter and then t-talk about it." He truly struggles to keep his voice high enough for you to hear. You raise the stick a bit and let a few drops of your coffee drop back into the cup. Each drop letting out steam, warning of it's scalding hot temperature.

"That sounds like a good start, Kozato-kun. A better understanding of the era is a good plan." You slide your finger across the stick and gently abandon it. Enma blushes at your compliment. You wonder under certain stimulus, if he blushes a similar shade to match the hair on his head. The boy in front of you hides his face behind his book as he reads.

'The Feudal Era was believed to be the Golden Age in Japan...'

The words in front of your eyes slip away as your imagination kicks in.

The both of you are in the same coffee shop, but there is no book hiding the boy. The chair he sits on is not a seat of comfort, but a prison. His hands are tied to his sides and his legs curve around the legs of the chair, giving you a clear path of where he likes to be touched.

You sit up from your chair and walk towards him. His eyes are wide and fearful. His shirt is still on.

'That will have to go.' You settle your body in the middle his open legs and settle your mouth near his ears.

"Enma, are you a good boy?" His breathing is fast as he eyes you with his wide doe eyes.

"P-please...let me go." His pleading sets you off. You want to hear more.

You let out a puff of hot breath onto the shell of his ear causing him to shiver. "Enma, beg like a good boy for Mistress and you'll get a treat." Your body hovered over his, teasing him with no actual contact.

"This isn't f-funny, I n-need to g-get home." That won't do. With a swift motion you yank his shirt open, exposing his chest to the cool air. He gasps in surprise.

"I have to teach you how to obey." You walk to your cup of coffee and return to your unwilling slave. The stirring stick is in your hand as you dangle it over his chest. "You will learn that pain is pleasure. When pain is dealt you will moan for mistress."

"P-please...AH!" He yelps in surprise as a hot drop lands on his chest and travels down to the rim of his pants. "Stop! It hurts!"

"Enma, are you giving orders to me?" Another drop, this time on his right collarbone. The drop settle on his nipple. He yelps again.

"You'll learn to love it once I finish conditioning you. I'll make you my favorite pet." You whisper huskily into his ear as your mouth engulfs it. Your left hand slides down his irritated chest, down to the bulge in his pants. He tries to fight the stimulation, but you hear a moan escape him.

"I want you to repeat this in your mind, Enma. You'll feel the greatest of pleasures if you give in." Your lips are pressed against his ear as you give him a firm squeeze and rub on the growing bulge in his pants. "Don't resist me, pet. Give in to me. Give in. Give in." You chant into his ear as you stroke him. He throws his head back and his mouth at first closed, starts to mouth your message.

You grab the stir stick and with every drop you add a firmer stroke. At first he yelps, then slowly his eyes close and he moans. You lean close to his ear.

"Pain is what, pet?"

"...p-pleasure." You moan at the way it comes out of his mouth. His purr like whisper sends shivers down your spine.

"Who am I, pet?" Another drop, a stroke, and a moan. 'Say it, Enma. Let me give you release.' You desperately want to see him writhe in pleasure.

"My M-mistress." The stick is long gone. Enma finds you sitting on the small space in middle of his legs with your back pressed against his torso. Your left hand grabs the back of his head as your other hand clutches the material on his knee to push you closer to him. Your butt starts to grind on his growing bulge. He moans into your neck and you hold him flush against you.

"Are you Mistress's good pet?" He moans. You halt your movement causing him to plead for release.

"Answer me."

"Y-yes M-mistress." You continue, your movements faster.

"Who is the only one who can bring you pleasure?"

"M-mistress." He's getting closer.

"Who do you obey and cum for?"

"Mistress!" You moan at the feel of his release against your bottom. You slowly get up and turn to see your masterpiece. The boy is breathing as if he finished a long run. His head is thrown back from the intensity of his orgasm.

You run your hand through his hair and brush some behind his ear. He moans and whispers your name.

"No, I'm your Mistress and I have a treat for my pet." He looks at you his eyes showing how exhausted, yet eager he is. You start to sensually rock your hips causing him to go into a trance as you take off your skirt.

"I hope you're hungry pet." Your panties come off as you walk closer to him. His face does turn as red as his hair. You straddle him and in a quick motion his head is trapped in between your thighs.

"Feeding time." You moan, pushing his mouth closer to your wet opening. You loop your arms around from under Enma's thighs to hold yourself up and watch him be the perfect pet he can be. The sight above you almost makes you come undone. His eyes are closed in contentment as he savors your taste.

His tongue is lapping everything up so eagerly. You moan and rock your hips into his mouth. "You're such a good pet." He moans at your compliment, causing you to arch at the vibrations.

"Enma, suck it all up." He obeys. The suction teases your clitoris as he sucks hungrily.

"Keep going, Mistress is almost there." You rock your hips vigorously, causing him to moan more. The vibrations were insane. You've almost lose your hold on his thighs a few times, but keep your grip.

Almost. Yes. Wait, what was that?

"..."

"?"

Someone is calling you.

As you blink out of your stupor, you look up to see Enma staring at you with worry.

"A-are you ok?"

"Yeah...why?"

He blushes a bit and starts to fidget.

"Well, y-you've been staring at the same page for 30 m-minutes." You cock your head and check your watch to see he was telling the truth.

"Oh, wow I'm such a space cadet sometimes. Sorry Enma."

"No, it's alright. I s-sometimes I do that too." He blushes again, but not as red as you can make him.

"It's getting late Enma. I think we should meet at my place tomorrow to finish the project." Enma thinks about it and nods.

"T-that sounds fine. I need to tell m-my family first."

"Of course!" You hand him your phone so he can enter his number in.

As you walk out of the coffee shop you give Enma a big smile, he returns it with a small one.

"G-get home safely."

"You too pet."

Enma stops and turns to watch you as you walk away. Did he hear that right? No, that was probably his imagination.