Chapter IV: Relent
Misa closed her eyes, still disbelieving of what was happening to her. The proof that this was indeed her reality is the way her body strongly reacted to Light's fingers moving expertly inside her. One second, he was gentle and kind only to probe her hard and rough the next. Her mind is hazy. It became hazier still when Light shoved another finger inside and her body was once again sent on fire.
"Aaahhhhhhhh!" she screamed.
The sensation had her nerves run amok. Her juices dripped wildly in a gush after Light pushed another finger in, the sloppy, wet sound reverberating. Arching her back, Light pulled her in closer, penetrating deeper and harder. Her legs were about to give in but Light placed a firm hand on her thigh and spread them wide again, exposing her. She looked up and saw that there was a sly smile playing on his lips. Whatever that meant gave Misa involuntary shudders as furtive mental images continue to cloud her mind.
"Light-kun… Onegai… I'm going to...!" she can no longer take it. She can feel knots in her stomach tightening. Oh God.
"Not just yet, Amane." Light's response sounded ominous… and promising.
He quickly withdrew his fingers and Misa whimpered audibly. Letting go of Misa's thigh, Light crawled on top of her, his long lean legs easing in between her shaking ones. He lifted the hand he just pulled out and Misa saw the wet, sticky liquid coating Light's fingers in the dim light.
It was embarrassing. She could barely look Light in the eye when ever so slowly, the dampened fingers trailed her shoulder, the electric, tingling sensation gave Misa a jolt when it reached her collarbone. Light's hands moved dangerously close to her cleavage, but he stopped and the back of his hand caressed her neck instead. This is torture, Misa thought. Her senses are being brought to unknown heights, her neediness increasing tenfold at every touch he made to her skin.
"Light-kun…" she called out, longingly.
"Sssshhhh. I know." Light said softly, placing a finger on her lips.
Wasting no time he pulled her hair back and ravaged her mouth hungrily. His tongue made its way into her mouth, coaxing her to do the same. She moaned aloud as Light played teasingly on her bra straps, hands grazing the sides of her breasts. Light shifted and moved her up the bed, her back to the headboard. Light gave Misa one last peck on the lips and reached for the hook of her bra. Misa stiffened as Light unhooked her bra without difficulty, her full, ample breasts jumping out of their now unrestrained cups.
"Hmmmmm. I like this view." Light murmured.
Misa, perfectly aware of where Light's been focusing on, turned beet red and tried to cover herself up but Light was too fast for her and pinned her arms down.
"No! No! Don't look! It's embarrassing!" she closed her eyes shut. Light is now staring at her face.
"But I am not just going to look Misa." he said.
Misa found it harder to breathe. This is what she's been longing for ever since but now that they're actually here, why is she so nervous? Why does she feel that Light is just doing this to punish her? And why for the love of God did that thought turned her on so bad?
Damn Kira.
"Look at me." It was an order.
Misa lifted her face up slowly. Light gave her a sexy smirk... and all hell broke loose.
There was a rip of fabric and the next thing Misa knew, the tattered remains of her tank top were being forced out of her, her bra completely thrown off. Her hands were held tightly by Light with one hand and she doesn't even know how Light is managing ripping and tearing all her clothes off with just the other. He slipped his fingers on the waistband of her skirt, pushing them down her knees, then her ankles until it flew off and landed on the floor in a heap. She's now only in her panties, the lacy material torn in some places.
Light had imagined Misa naked before but it did not prepare him for what's in front of him now. She was... sexy. Her breasts were just right for her body and he couldn't help but smile seeing how her nipples are already hard. He looked down and her panties are being held by mere strips of lace. He wanted to take them off but if he did, he knew that he would have to take her right then and there. He's just not done with the foreplay yet.
"Light-kun! Nani?!" Misa screamed as Light pressed her back harder on the headboard. His arms are still pinning her down and no amount of thrashing loosened Light's grip.
"Let's play a game, Misa" Light leaned in her ear.
"What?" his breath in her ear was like an erotic caress. He's violating her even through her ears.
"Don't make a sound." Light breathed in her ear again.
"Eh?" she asked confused.
"If you screamed or moaned, I will do things harder and harder. Understood?" he continued.
"What thin-"
But before she could finish, Light grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple in between his fingers. She almost cried aloud but Light's lips quickly covered her own.
"Ssshhh. I said no sound. I'll give you that free pass. Let's start again." Light said breaking their kiss.
There was no time even for a nod to answer. Light was licking down her neck, his hand back to her breast. He pulled her away from the headboard and now they are in reverse position. Light's back was resting on the headboard and she's now straddling Light's lap. As Light settled her in, Misa felt Light's already hard dick from under his pants. She clasped one hand on her mouth to keep herself from shrieking. Light continued sucking on her neck, both hands massaging her breasts. She now also had to put two hands on her mouth to shut her moans out.
Game on, Amane.
Light shifted and he thumbed both her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her.
Strike one.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Misa moaned as Light pulled her nipples in between thumbing them.
"That's Strike Two for you."
"Not fair... I'm... nnggnngg!" Light's mouth traveled downwards. He's licking the sensitive space between her breasts.
"Let's make it Strike Three, shall we?" And after that pronouncement, Light took one nipple in his mouth and sucked.
"LIGHT-KUN! Aahhhhhhhhh!" It was no use. It was like electricity running through her veins as Light suckled and teased her nipple with his tongue. He moved from one mound to the next, and Misa's moans became louder as he did so.
Strike Three.
Light gave her nipple one last flick... and bit it. Hard.
"ITAI!" Misa screamed.
Light is nibbling and biting, the sensation is driving her crazy. His other hand pulled and teased and Misa felt the familiar wetness gush out of her again. There's the bursts of pain, sparks of pleasure would follow almost instantly driving her crazy. Her breasts felt sore and raw, her panties soaked to the core. Coming to think of it, he was just at her breasts.
"You really want to get punished do you?" Light grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to him. He reached for her hand and placed it lightly on his belt buckle.
"Take it off." it was an order.
"What?" her breathing was ragged. She could feel his dick rubbing against her pussy.
"Now, Amane."
She fumbled through the buckle but Misa managed to take Light's belt off. He then led her hands to the button of his pants and Misa knew that she would have to do that too. Misa hesitated but Light egged her on, his fingers now pointing at his zipper. She unzipped his fly and her hands grazed at the remarkable bulge that almost burned her skin. She jerked away, but Light grabbed hold and used hers and his hand to slip off his jeans.
"We're even." he said with a grin.
"Since you didn't even try to play the game, Amane, I will have to teach you a lesson."
"Lesson?" she asked, brows furrowed.
Light picked up his belt. Misa's eyes widened in shock.
"What are you planning to do? Light-kun?" she tried to pull away.
"Hands on your chest, Amane." Light said, looking at her.
"But... you can't possibly be... serious..." she mumbled. One look at Light's eyes and she knew that he was. He definitely was.
"Don't make me repeat myself." Light said almost tonelessly.
Heart pounding, Misa laid out her hands in front of her.
Light wrapped the belt around her wrists and tightly knotted the leather. He made sure it was secure by tugging it in different places. Feeling satisfied, he looked at Misa's submissive form. He tilted her chin up and fingered the black, hard leather. Light pushed her away from him, almost as if trying to get a better view.
" Now bend over, Amane."