Yumi knew only the dark, wet pulse of her sex and of the organ that twitched between her thighs. Ulrich's kisses growing more tender, more sweet, more lingering.

She studied him as he slept. His face was a little larger than Jeremie's and Odd's and even William's, but his bones were so strong and nothing turned on Yumi more than strong bones. Yet, he was delicate. Jeremie was all delicate and William was all beef. Ulrich was the happy medium. His voice was low but not as low as William and Ulrich was commanding. A secret turn on for her.

Yumi kissed Ulrich's chest. She planted a kiss on each of his nipples. She smirked to herself and began to suckle them, until they were hard enough that she could roll them around between her teeth. His organ thumped against her dark patch. Ulrich's eyes fluttered to half open and he moaned. "Please, finish me off."

Ulrich loved being her plaything. He loved the feel of her leather paddles and straps against his taunt butt. Ulrich closed his eyes, he tried to think about how Yumi once made Aelita her plaything and then Sissi. If he had known Yumi was a dom, he'd have made a move back in Jr. High.

Ulrich remembered his first sexual encounter from Jr. High. Not with Yumi nor with Sissi nor Emily. Not even with Sam. Odd. Odd Della Robbia. They had even gone as far to call one another lovers. But that was the past, he was Yumi's slave, forever and always.