Limits- Bonus Chapter.
A/N: requested by numerous people I've decided to turn this into a trilogy. These chapters are not sequential, as it was not planned, and follows under the "Power" universe. Technically, this would take place first. See you at the end.
She stood quietly, a fit of nerves as he looked over the forms and contracts she was told to fill out. Seto had a rather pleasant smile on his face. Kisara had never seen it before, but it suited him well. Then he stumbled on something he wasn't too pleased with. Wrinkling his pale brow he looked up at the meek, fair girl in front of his large mahogany desk.
"You won't do blindfolds?" he questioned curiously. Watching her blush in embarrassment intrigued his interest and he couldn't explain why. Aching for a distraction she curled a lock of her pale white hair around her delicate fingers.
"No. I...I have a very bad association with blindfolds," she confessed. Immediately Kaiba became curious, but another part of his mind didn't want to know. He didn't want to taint the pure innocent image he held of her. Hesitantly he formed his next inquiry.
"Is there something that I need to know about?" He watched her bite her lip in thought, anxiously waiting for a reply. With a heavy sigh she looked up to him.
"I don't think you need to know...I just can't be deprived of my vision, just don't do it and we'll be ok." her voice was shaky and Seto could tell that she was nervous. He beckoned her closer and opened a drawer on his desk. Pulling out a cigarette and a black engraved lighter he lit it. 'You smoke?" she asked. Taking the cigarette between his fingers he held it out to her.
"No, but you do. I can smell it on you every day. Now take this and calm down I know your nervous but it's unsettling me," he replied. Kisara took the cigarette and puffed on it eagerly while the young man pulled a black crystal ashtray from the drawer before he closed it. "What about lace blindfolds, you can see through them?" he inquired. Kaiba always looked for ways around things, to achieve what he desired. Exhaling a puff of smoke the young woman shook her head.
"No, I can't have anything around my eyes. Do you want me to explain?" she countered. Seto sighed and shook his head.
"No, not yet." Ashing into the ashtray, she thought lessly twirled the white tipped tobacco around her fingers. He could tell she was beginning to relax when she perched herself on his desk, sitting on finance reports and payroll. Looking up at her he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and held out his wrist.
"Burn me," he instructed. Without hesitation, she braced his arm with her free hand and held the burning end to his arm. Flesh sizzled against the glowing red ember as she held it against him. A few moment later she pulled back and released his arm. With a content grin he pulled his sleeve back down to cover the affliction.
"What was that about?" She asked. Immediately she put out the cigarette that had pieces of burnt flesh imbedded in the end. He chuckled and sat back in his chair, taking his eyes away from the paper for a while.
"I wanted to see how well you listen. You didn't even hesitate at my command, that shows a lot of trust, I'm legitimately impressed and that's hard to do," he praised. She smiled with accomplishment.
"I had no reason to hesitate. If you didn't want it, you wouldn't have said it," she reasoned crossing her slim athletic legs in front of him. Seto liked how their encounter was progressing, it had thrown him for a loop but he was enjoying it. Returning to the forms he came across another thing that caught his eye.
"You've done play piercing? I don't see any marks," he commented. With a smile she lifted her skirt to her thigh and pointed out several small dots along the outside of her left thigh. In any other light they would not have been noticeable. Her skin was so pale that the white dots almost blended right in.
"I've got them on the other leg and on my back," she admitted. Kaiba nodded, he was intrigued by her experience given her demure appearance, and the way her light blue skirt was hiked was distracting him from his reading. With a heavy sigh he returned to read the clauses she added to the contract. He was struck by the simplicity of her needs. It was almost too good to be true. He had to confirm it with her, and make sure that everything was absolutely correct before they continued.
"Is this really it? Is this all you need? To be held and cradled after each encounter?" he persisted. She nodded, slipping off her shoe and sliding her bare foot over his thigh. With a bemused chuckle he grabbed her calf and traced his fingers against her soft delicate skin. "You understand I'm going to want a trial run before we officiate the contracts," he stated. His hand slipped higher caressing the inside of her thigh.
"I wouldn't expect any less from you, sir," she acknowledged. Seto stood up and closed the drapes in his office, casting the room in shadows before he turned on a desk lamp. Pulling keys from his closet he unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a length of black rope.
"I also need you to understand that I enjoy pushing limits, now tell me the safety word," he commanded, removing his royal purple coat. Kisara hopped off the desk, eagerly.
"It's destiny," she recalled, waiting for his next command. A satisfied smirk spread across his face as he gathered the rope in his hands.
"Take off your dress." his voice was firm, strict but calm. It sent shudders up her spine. Undoing the buttons one by one she opened the garment and slipped it over her shoulders, watching it fall to the floor. She bit her lip with anxiety, excited for the encounter. Seto snapped her black bra strap and watched her reaction. Roughly, he pulled her hands behind her back and bound them with the rope, tying it around her torso with heavy intricate knots. She squeaked with delight while he finished binding her arms behind her. He pushed her forward, bending her over the side of his desk with a firm grip. A pen knife from the desk helped remove the last of her black undergarments, which were tossed in a heap on the plush carpet. With a handful of hair in his fist he pulled her head back awkwardly, biting into the soft skin of her neck primally. Kaiba's other hand slid down the front of his pants, ghosting along his arousal with a lascivious moan. Already she was panting with anticipation, her slender legs trembling against his. Releasing his bite, he lapped at the few drops of blood that rose to the surface of the angry red wound.
The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife, but that didn't stop either of them. Pulling her hair aside he pushed the length of it over her shoulder, exposing the entirety of her back. Seto had one hand unbuckling his pants while the other kept his partner pinned to the desk. Freeing himself he leaned over her, calculating his moves precisely. His weight was heavy against her, and warm it made Kisara gasp with her own arousal. Something wasn't right, her face twisted in pain as the young man pushed his hand between her thighs. Wincing, she groaned in discomfort, and twisted, attempting to relieve it.
"I..." she choked, swallowing hard. "Destiny." Immediately, Kaiba released her and stepped back, intent on finding the problem. "The ropes are too tight, I'm losing feeling in my arms," she addressed. Without hesitation he grabbed for the pen knife on the desk and cut her free of the rope, pulling it away and tossing it to the floor. She quickly rubbed the feeling back into her arms.
"Are you ready to continue?" he asked. Kisara nodded and vocalized her answer with a fresh faced confidence. Reaching into the open desk drawer he pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and bound her hands in front of her this time. With a firm push she was against the desk again, his chest against her bare back. A delighted shudder ran through her as she braced against her forearms, her bindings clattering against the desk. It wasn't long before he advanced, taking her roughly while she squeaked with pleasure. Sweat slicked and euphoric she purred with delight, arching into his hot touch. Seto was engulfed in their scene as well, his eyes focused on her delicate, pale back. He knew it wouldn't take much longer, not with her. It was as if she knew all the right buttons to push, all the correct things to say and it gave him confidence about their budding relationship. With a rough slap to her bottom Kaiba turned her onto her back, sending papers flying to the floor. One hand held her handcuffed wrists above her while the other braced his weight against the desk. Sliding his hand down her outstretched arm he moved to told her chin. Deep blue eyes met crystal blue.
"Say my name," he demanded, keeping a firm grip on her chin. Panting against him Kisara looked up, breaking his gaze.
"Seto," she cried. He grinned, and leaned down to bite her ear roughly.
"Again," he growled hoarsely. She bit her lip, trying to control herself, trying to not scream.
"Seto." Releasing her chin his hand traveled to her breast, pinching her nipple roughly, eliciting a high pitched moan from the submissive.
Finally, he achieved his climax, simultaneously with his partner. Stepping back Kaiba made himself decent before he unlocked Kisara's handcuffs. Dropping them back into the drawer he kicked it shut before she dropped into his arms. Filled with Exhaustion they dropped to the floor, with Seto leaning against his desk. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her face nuzzled into his chest. Attentively, he checked her arms for marks from the rope, a few bruises were starting to settle and a few red marks remained but it didn't look like any long term damage had occurred.
"I'm sorry I used the safety word-" Quickly Seto cut her off.
"Don't be. They are in place for a reason. I intentionally tied the ropes too tight to see if you were wise enough to use it," he remarked. Immediately she slapped him across the face. He snorted and chuckled. "I deserved that, but I warned you, I told you I like pushing limits," he reminded. Kisara picked her dress up off the floor and redressed herself, buttoning it in her dominant's arms. She slipped her bra into her purse and mussed Kaiba's hair gently.
"Now, about that contract..." she mused. Kaiba nodded, reaching into the desk drawer again and pulling out a black box.
"This is your collar," he stated flatly, opening the box. In the middle of the black leather necklace was a large, dark sapphire. She gathered her hair and held it away from her neck while her wrapped it around her throat and laced it together.
"It's lovely," she gushed, letting her hair back down. He broke away and stood up, signing his name on the contract he had written up, she repeated his action. Seto put the papers into the same drawer and locked it again.
"Oh, Seto, Your little brother walked in on us after you spanked me," she added hesitantly. The young man's face went white with shock and horror. Immediately, he put his head in his hands.
"Why didn't you say anything?" he demanded. Kisara blushed and bit her lip. Caringly, she pulled his hands away from his face.
"Because he left right away, and I had my mouth full with other things," she explained. Swallowing hard he searched for a remedy to his dilemma.
"I'll give you a raise if you talk to him," he enticed. She chuckled, reapplying her lipstick and lighting a cigarette. Blowing a plume of smoke towards the window she set the pack back in her purse.
"You couldn't pay me enough to do that, he's your little brother, not mine," she rejected. Frustrated, he refused to come to terms with talking to his little brother about kinky sex.
"Every body has a price Kisara, I'll find yours," he teased. She smiled back and ashed her smoking cigarette.
"I hope so."
End.
EPILOGUE
The next day Isono dropped Mokuba off at an adolescent counseling center with a note for his new therapist.
"He broke after walking in on me having kinky sex with the secretary, Please fix and return. Regards, Seto Kaiba"
"Now Mokuba what did you learn yesterday?" the therapist asked. Swallowing hard with wide dull eyes he looked up vacantly.
"Always knock before going into brother's office," he replied.
A/N: Ok, I only added to this story because of half a dozen people requested that I do a chapter where Kaiba pushes her into using her safety word. It took me forever to get this done because I kept getting stuck with it, and NaNoWriMo has started which means Chaos has my full attention for the next 20 something days. I had to do the Mokuba thing, it was just too damn amusing for me.
I hope you all enjoy this bonus chapter, read and review (or PM if you don't want people to know you read it) or review Anon like most did. Anyway, much love to everyone who supported this little trilogy. See you in the next story.