"Underwear. Now."
That was the first thing Isuke said when Haruki walked in the door. The redhead didn't mind of course, she was all to ready to fuck Isuke. She just thought it would be best if she could put her bag down first.
Haruki walked past Isuke, deeper into her room. The light was dim but bright enough to see. It set a somewhat of a sexual vibe, obviously what was intended. She'd only dropped her bag beside Isuke's double bed before she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Did you not hear me? Are you trying to disobey me, Haruki?"
Haruki turned around, placing her arms over her girlfriend's shoulders. Isuke's golden eyes gazed at her with an intense fire. "So what if I am?" she teased. "What? Am I bad girl?" She slipped a pocky stick into her mouth, giving Isuke a sly grin. "Do I get punished?"
Isuke pushed her arms off her shoulder, leaning into take the other end of the pocky stick in her mouth. Haruki eagerly leaned into, kissing Isuke while swallowing the pocky stick up. Their tongues battled for it, easily setting Haruki's heart beating.
The kiss was electrifying, sending shivers of arousal down Haruki's spine. Damn. How has Isuke got her like this when she hasn't even touched her? Her hands cupped the pink haired girl's face, deepening it with ever movement.
Suddenly, Isuke broke off the kiss and moved behind Haruki, drawing one arm up into an armlock. Haruki was unprepared for such movement and tripped forward when a foot swept her legs from under her. She hit the ground, Isuke sitting on her back.
"Dammit, what the hell Isuke?!" she snapped.
Isuke laughed, seeming to be rummaging in the drawer beside them. "I told you to take your clothes off." She leaned down, hot breath warming Haruki's ear. "And it's Isuke-sama to you."
Despite the obvious discomfort in her arm, Haruki started to feel very warm inside. Between her legs especially. She could feel Isuke's core pulsing against the small of her back and knew she felt the same way. Haruki let out a shuddering moan.
"Okay fine, relax," she huffed. "Let me up. I'll get undressed."
She made to move but Isuke obviously didn't agree, pinning her back down with pressure. Haruki winced, not attempting to struggle. "Too late for that," Isuke chuckled. "I'll have to remove them my own way!"
There was a hiss in the air as a blade sliced down towards her back. Haruki's back muscles tense. She was nervous but she trusted Isuke. She'd never hurt her. But still. A little cloud of doubt lingered in her mind.
Haruki's clothes fell to the ground in shreds, the back opened up by Isuke's blade. Haruki twisted her heads, seeing she was now without cover. "Ah come on Isuke! I liked that jacket! They don't come free you know!"
Isuke's grip tightened, making Haruki wince again. "Isuke-sama. And don't worry, I'll get you a new one tomorrow."
Finally Haruki's arm was released and she sat up, breathing out. Isuke sat in front of her, golden eyes alluring and soft. Haruki leaned forward, claiming her lips for her own. This time, she kept a firm grip on her girlfriend's arm. She heard Isuke giggle against her mouth, hand coming up to lace their fingers together.
Isuke broke away from her, mouth parted as she panted. Saliva trailed from her tongue and Haruki knew how desperately she wanted to fuck her on the spot.
But Isuke had other ideas. "How about we play a game, Haruki?"
"A game?"
"I'm going to set you a challenge," Isuke grinned. "And if you succeed, you'll get your way with me for the night. But if you lose-" a hand trailed down her bare torso, making Haruki shiver with anticipation. "You're going to have to obey me for the night."
Haruki grinned. Both those options sounded equally pleasurable. Either way, she was getting Isuke. She leaned forward, easily agreeing. "You're on!" She paused before adding "Isuke-sama."
Isuke looked pleased with her and stepped backwards, sitting on the bedsheets. "Kneel on the bed." Her tone was quite but commanding, making it obvious for Haruki that she had to obey.
Haruki got up off the floor, enthusiastically kneeling on the bed for Isuke.
Her girlfriend came from behind, lips kissing the soft skin on her neck. Teeth met her skin but was quickly soothed with a swipe of Isuke's tongue. Isuke's hands roughly grabbed her breasts, massaging while flicking her quickly hardening nipples. Haruki moaned low in her throat.
One hand slipped down, feeling her wetness with probing fingers. Haruki's breath increased, much to Isuke's obvious delight. She felt her girlfriend slid a finger into her and she cried out.
"Fucking me? This isn't much of a challenge, Isuke-sama," Haruki muttered in low gasps.
"Is it not?"
Haruki felt her shift and then a rope at her neck. Her eyes flew open, panic flooding every corner of her body. Reacting purely on instinct, Haruki threw herself backwards into Isuke. The two of the fell backwards. Haruki spun around, hands snatching Isuke's up.
Her heart was beating in her neck. No, no, no, no. Did Isuke just try to kill her? She was an assassin after all. Had she been pretending all this time? Just to get her guard down. No. What the heck?!
"Christ Haruki!" Isuke yelled. "Relax will you?!"
Haruki let go and flushed red. Her heart still bet faster and she shook as she spoke. "You were trying to strangle-"
"Oh you naive idiot!" Isuke snapped, pushing herself up into a sitting position. "I'd never try to hurt you, can't you just accept that already?!"
"Then what-"
Isuke pressed two fingers to the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh. "I was trying to tie you up, genius. You know, like bondage? Kinky shit? That's the challenge, numbskull!"
Haruki felt so embarrassed. Of course. That made sense. Her brain just rushed ahead with stupid ideas and worries. "Isuke-sama, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise-... I should have trusted you, I'm sorry."
Isuke ran a hand along her cheek, pressing a kiss to her nose. "It's fine, Haru. We're assassins. It's natural to be wary of those around us."
Still Haruki felt ashamed. What sort of girlfriend was she if she couldn't trust her not to kill her? In what sort of world should that even be possible? She dipped her head, hoping that Isuke wasn't offended. "You can resume that now."
Isuke stood up on the bed, moving to stand behind her. Hands swept down her neck, gently resting on her collarbones with tender touches. "You sure?"
Haruki nodded, a little blush on her cheeks.
Isuke's hands crossed her skin, binding her torso with swift efficiency. She was gentle with Haruki but firm. Haruki was silent as she did so. She still felt shame. Isuke... They'd been together for so long now. And she still felt as though she was in danger from her.
Haruki felt like an idiot. Isuke, she'd never do anything to hurt her. Haruki would never hurt her either. Yet she'd reacted so badly when all Isuke wanted to do was give her pleasure.
"I thought it would kinda ironic," Isuke chuckled, obviously moving on from what had happened a few seconds ago. "Binding you up when you use those weird string things to kill people and-"
"Garrotte. It's called a garrotte," Haruki interrupted, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind. "And it's not weird. Lots of people use it to kill. It's quite efficient, no mess to deal with."
"Oh come off it," Isuke sniffed. "There are obvious better ways to fight than with string."
Haruki bit her lip, narrowing her eyes. "You wanna bet? I bet I could take you on with my hands tied-"
"Behind your back?" Isuke's tone was amused and Haruki closed her mouth. "I'll take you on that."
Isuke tightly bound her hands behind her back, lashing them to the torso harness she had created. Isuke stepped around to admire her handy work, sucking one finger as she nodded approvingly. "Oh yes," she murmured. "Beautifully sexy."
Haruki wriggled, testing the limits of her bounds. To her surprise, they were solid bindings, constricting her movements. Who'd known Isuke was so good with ropes?
The rope circled her neck, going down between her breasts and under her arms. They came back up again, this time looping around her breasts before dipping between her legs. It looped around her legs too before sliding up to bind her arms. The whole harness was snug to her body, hugging her sensitive areas.
Even the slightest movement sent ripples of pleasure between her legs and across her chest.
Isuke knelt down in front of her, teasingly sucking a nipple into her mouth. Haruki let out a whimper, throwing her head back. One hand wrapped around her neck, the other making its way down her torso.
"Forget this whole game thing," Isuke laughed. "I have you at my mercy right here!" Isuke flicked her clit, making Haruki moan deeply.
"What's the game, bitch?" Haruki hissed, trying to get it out before she lost focus.
"Ah ah ah, it's Isuke-sama to you," Isuke corrected, though she was smirking. "I want to just fuck you right here and right now. But anyway. The game should be entertaining so we'll go ahead anyway."
She stood up, pointing at Haruki. Haruki rolled her eyes. She'd always had a flare for dramatics.
"The objective of this game is for you to get free!" Haruki blinked. "I think I'll be going out to get some supplies for later. If you manage to escape in that time, you win. I'll do everything to ask me to." Isuke's tongue ran along her jawline before she straightened up again. "Everything."
"However, if you don't succeed in getting yourself free, you lose. And I'll be in charge for the rest of the night."
Haruki frowned, nodding slowly. Made sense. Get free, get Isuke on her knees. Right. "Very well," Haruki grinned. "I agree to this game."
Isuke's grin was enormous, something hidden in her smile. The pink haired girl leaned down, kissing her softly on the mouth. "Good luck, Haruki." She stepped off the bed and towards the door. "You'll need it."
The door shut behind her, the lock clicking as it was set. Haruki exhaled. How long did she have? Isuke hadn't said. Just the time from which it took her to get supplies. That could be any amount of time.
She'd better start freeing herself now. Haruki strained her muscles, attempting to loosen her bonds. But no matter how much she tried to stretch, the ropes wouldn't budge.
Haruki frowned, twisting her wrists. Still nothing. She knew most bonds could be escaped from once you had the right amount of leeway. Knots would be a problem, naturally but she should be able to worm herself free.
The rope between her legs ground upwards, making her squirm. The hot feeling in her stomach wasn't going away. She bit her lip. Focus. She needed to get out. To finally dominate her girlfriend.
Isuke always topped, something that frustrated Haruki to no end. Somehow, the pink haired girl always managed to get her on her knees or on her back. Isuke loved being in charge.
It took Haruki five minutes of wriggling and squirming before she realised she was well and truly stuck. The ropes were too well tied. Haruki arched her back, feeling them tighten about her body.
"Shit," she swore, a grimace on her face. "Shit, shit, shit!"
Looks like Isuke would be having her way that night.