What does that mean, punished? I guess if I am going to be punished I might as well make it worthwhile. Takaba stared Asami down, the fire burning bright within his eyes. It only served to show that Takaba was still up for a fight.

"Go ahead," Takaba provoked. "But you know I am right. So, you are going to punish me for finding out about Misha and one of your many fuck toys? Figures."

Asami's breath as he spoke made Takaba's ear tingle, "No. I am punishing you for running from me and putting yourself in that kind of danger."

"Huh, as if you care," Takaba hissed.

Asami's strong hand grasped Takaba's chin and he crushed their lips together in a fierce, demanding kiss. Takaba resisted for all of about two seconds before opening his mouth and taking Asami's thrusting tongue. It was always the same with them. As soon as Takaba felt Asami's heat and his touch, he melted into a puddle of goo.

Asami, after receiving the call from Carbaletti, had sent his men to retrieve his kitten. He had been worried about Takaba, not knowing where he was or what he was getting into. The past week had taken its toll on the older man.

Obviously, by what Takaba had said earlier about not having a boyfriend, he still didn't realize that he belonged to Asami. Well that would not last long. The worry and anger had consumed Asami during Takaba's disappearance and unfortunately, brought out his darker side. You. Are. Mine. Asami chanted the words over and over in his head as he bruised the younger man's lips with his brutal, breath-taking kiss.

Still holding Takaba's chin, Asami's other hand worked its way down to one already hardened nub. He swallowed Takaba's moan at having his sensitive nipple caught between Asami's finger and thumb, squeezing and flicking it until Takaba couldn't help but squirm on the bed. By then, Asami knew that all thought of fighting had evaporated and Takaba's only thoughts were of each and every touch he gave the younger man.

Suddenly, Asami pulled back and gazed down at his kitten with cold eyes. He moved away and with his back turned, Takaba could not see what he was doing. He came back with a small leather strap and Takaba's eyes widened with fear.

Asami smirked at Takaba's reaction but wasted no time in buckling the cock ring at the younger man's base. He secured it and stood back with a lingering look.

"So adorable," He said, the desire thick in his gravelly voice. Takaba was blushing from his cheeks to his toes, casting a pink glow to the pale flesh.

"Look at the ceiling," Asami demanded. He wanted Takaba to see how erotic he looked tied up, the ring on, and looking so vulnerable at that moment.

Then, he suddenly flipped Takaba over onto his stomach as if he weighed very little. Takaba gasped at the harsh movement that pulled on his restraints but was unable to anything about it. He was trapped.

"What the…..?" Takaba hissed.

But Asami's emotions had taken over, unlike they ever had before and he was beyond thinking clearly. He was determined to mark Takaba, demand his submissiveness, and though unorthodox, show him how much he did care.

Sure, the fuck toys, as Takaba called them, liked bondage and rough sex, this was entirely different. Asami's fetish was something he enjoyed in general, but sharing it with Takaba brought it up to a whole new level.

Takaba turned his head to the side and noticed that half the wall was a mirror too. His blush deepened with his embarrassment and mortification of his current position.

"Keep looking in the mirror, Takaba," Asami demanded and left again to retrieve something.

When he came back, he grabbed Takaba's hips and hoisted him up so his fabric-covered ass was up in the air. Asami pushed down on Takaba's shoulders so his cheek was against the sheets with his knees under him.

Asami and Takaba's eyes met in the mirror as Asami removed his suit coat and tossed it over the chair. He rolled his white shirtsleeves up to his elbows before climbing on the bed, molding his body to Takaba's. Then his fingers began their sweet torture of Takaba's nipples, alternating from pinching to light touches. No pattern to his ministrations, which only heightened Takaba's apprehension.

Takaba desperately fought against the tingling of Asami's touch while seeing his own reflection in the mirror. His attempts were futile and his mind was at war with itself. He wanted, needed to feel Asami's warmth and yet, he hated seeing what Asami reduced him to with simple touches. He was sure Asami only saw him as a weak, play toy instead of a man.

Asami's intuitiveness, knowing that Takaba was thinking too much, reached down and fisted the younger man's clearly aroused muscle.

"Ah, no…don't," Takaba panted.

"You were a naughty boy, Takaba," Asami purred and abruptly pulled back, yanking down Takaba's briefs to his knees.

Smack!

"Ow!" Takaba yelled out when Asami's hand connected with his now bare backside but Asami was not finished nor was he going to give Takaba any mercy.

Smack, smack, smack!

"Ow, shit, that hurts!"

"Did you expect punishment to feel good?" Asami's voice was dripping with amusement.

"I…..ahh!" Takaba yelled as another blow echoed in the room.

Asami moved slightly to retrieve a toy and held it up so Takaba could see it clearly in the mirror, a vibrator. He gulped even as the smirk appeared.

Fortunately for Takaba, Asami lubed it up before nudging the exposed ring of muscle.

"Asami…..no….." Takaba gasped just before Asami pushed the toy all the way in with a grunt.

Takaba squeezed his eyes shut but Asami saw that and while leaving the toy in and turning it on low, again administered punishment.

Smack, smack, smack!

But instead of yelling at Asami, this time Takaba moaned. The toy was painful as it stretched him and so was the spanking that stung his ass but seeing his reflection captivated him. His wrists and ankles bound by the black straps, his cock hard and protruding with the tight ring, and just the end of the vibrator still sticking out made him dizzy, hot, and wanton unlike ever before.

With each blow to his backside, the vibrator moved inside of him and Takaba was writhing on the bed in seconds needing more, wanting more and hearing Asami's declaration come out in a gravelly voice, "Beautiful." But just as quickly as the sensations started, Asami pulled out the toy receiving a whimper from his kitten at the sudden emptiness left behind.

"Punishment should not feel good, Akihito," Asami stated and flipped Takaba over once again.

Takaba opened his blurry eyes to see Asami hovered over him with a chain curled in his hands. Before Takaba could even respond, the clamps were secured, biting into his sensitive nipples.

"Ahhh….." He cried.

Asami loosened the straps to allow Takaba's knees to be bent up to his chest, though still restrained by his briefs and pushed the vibrator back in on medium this time.

"Look at yourself!" Asami demanded.

Takaba first focused on the amber eyes full of such heated desire even as the beads of sweat were accumulating on Asami's forehead. He looked over and was in awe at what he saw.

"Watch how you come undone by me," Asami demanded.

Then he started moving the vibrator in and out, a slow agonizing torture.

Takaba stared as he panted, "Hah….hah….hah…."

His body burning with need, the release so close yet so far away. I can't take it! I want to come!

Asami was on his knees, pulling out the toy almost all the way and then pushing it back in grunting occasionally as he inserted it all….the….way.

Takaba had never seen Asami look so sexy before even still dressed. It was the strained look on his face, his hair falling into his eyes, and the sounds he made that finally broke him.

"Asami! Please, I need….I need…." Takaba begged.

"You need?" Asami asked raising a brow at him through the mirror.

"I need to come!" Takaba screamed.

But Asami was not finished yet so he braced his forearm against Takaba's legs, crushing them to the young man's chest and leaned down to lick the tip of Takaba's weeping cock.

"Mmmm, so delicious," Asami murmured eliciting a growl from his kitten.

Then Asami locked gazes with Takaba in the mirror, "You want me to fuck you Takaba? You want my cock inside you, pounding you into oblivion?"

"Oh God," Takaba cried, the dirty talk arousing him even more if that were possible. He felt like he would explode the moment the ring was taken off. "Please, I…..I'm sorry," he sobbed.

Asami unfastened his pants and pulled them down enough to release his huge cock and grasp it with one hand, rubbing it against the puckering ring of muscle, "This what you want, Akihito?"

"Yes, oh God, yes!"

"Say it!" Asami demanded harshly.

"Put it in, please!"

Asami thrust hard and fast with a grunt as his cock was surrounded by Takaba's tight heat. After worrying that something would happen to Takaba and he would never feel the young man wrapped around him again, Asami could not help but lose all control, relentlessly pounding into Takaba faster and harder with each and every thrust while the young man beneath him writhed and arched against his restraints.

"A….Asa…..mi….."Takaba whimpered as he sobbed, unable to form any other coherent words at that point. He felt so full, stretched, as the fire raged inside of him. He couldn't take it! He was seeing white spots even as he tried to continue looking in the mirror.

"You. Are. Mine." Asami said thrusting deep with each word to drive his point home, "Say it!"

"I….I am…..yours," Takaba choked out and the ring was suddenly released.

"AHHH! FUCK!" Takaba screamed as he exploded instantly, his body shaking violently. Asami pulled off the clamps as well which only heightened Takaba's mind-blowing orgasm. While still riding out the waves of the painful, yet pleasurable intense sensations, Takaba felt Asami thrust hard and fast two more times to spill himself into his kitten. Having Takaba tighten around him had been too much. Takaba felt the pulsing of Asami's cock as wave after wave of liquid shot into him and then everything went black.

It was over two hours later that Takaba finally stirred. He quickly realized that Asami had still not explained anything to him. How does he do that? I was mad at him and he made me forget.

Asami entered as if right on cue, fully dressed, and saw his pouting kitten lying on the bed with the sheet draped carelessly over his middle and one leg. Apparently, Takaba had not yet realized that the restraints had been taken off because as soon as he did, he would bolt, or try to at least.

Takaba stared, dazed, at Asami for several seconds before shooting up to a sitting position. Immediately, thoughts of escape flooded his mind. Sure, they had had great sex but only after Asami tortured him until he was a complete and utter mess, begging to be fucked, bastard!

"Feeling better?" Asami asked amused by Takaba's now angry expression.

"You sadistic bastard! What the hell?"

Asami strolled to the chair, sat, and lit a cigarette, "Come now, Takaba, I know you enjoyed it. Your cum on the sheets is proof of that."

"Wha…..Shut up! Don't…..don't say stuff like that. It's…..it's sick."

Asami chuckled and took another drag off his cigarette as he studied Takaba and knew the precise moment that Takaba had realized he was free, frantically searching the room with his eyes for his clothes.

"You won't find them here." He said getting a glare in return. "That would make running too easy."

"You can't keep me locked up in here!" Takaba hissed.

Asami tilted his head but said nothing as he watched Takaba's mood darken. What was he thinking? But Takaba was not about to tell Asami anything. He had fallen had and fast for Asami, trusted him, and Asami lied to him, kept things from him, and treated him like a six-year-old would a favorite truck, a toy. Asami didn't see that he was a man, that he worked for a living, and that he deserved more respect than Asami gave him. That would require Asami to care about him and he still was not convinced the older man really did. Asami had a way of mind-fucking him that left him confused about his intentions. What game are you playing?

Defiance lit his eyes up until they sparkled, "I want to know about Kobi," Takaba said clearly.

"That day, at your club, you dumped him didn't you?"

"Yes." Asami answered.

"How is it you and the senator both know him, both…..had him."

Asami crushed out his cigarette and walked over to the nearby table where a decanter of whiskey and a glass sat. He poured a drink and turned to Takaba, "Kobi was with the senator when I met him. The senator frequented a private club where Dominants would take their submissives. I was hired briefly to guard the senator and went to the club with he and Kobi. The "party" they called it consisted of the subs wearing nothing but a leather thong and half vest while being paraded around by their leashes. Many influential men were members of this club including judges, politicians, and wealthy business men." Asami paused and took a drink.

"Kobi thought he and Bradford had a relationship, but Bradford actually gave him to another man that night just for fun. Kobi was so distraught that when I was finished with the two-week job, he begged me to take him with me. So I did."

Takaba could read nothing from Asami's perfected poker face, like how he felt about Kobi so he had to ask, "Did you…..like him?"

"No, not the way you are thinking and Kobi knew it too."

Looking down at his hands in his lap, Takaba said rather quietly, "What about me?"