A/N
Im sorry this took so long to upload, i honestly thought about dropping this for a minute it was really hard to find the motivation to continue with this story, even though i have LOTS of plans for it. Thank you to the one person who commented and asked i keep uploading. I will do my best to provide a great story and i am sorry i feel like chapter 2 is SO much better than Chapter 1. Also i changed it to a POV story and will probably switch between POVs throughout, i may even go back and change chapter 1 im not sure yet. This chapter was really hard to put together but i hope you like it and im excited for chapter 3. Anyways thanks for even reading the story 3
"Oh my, if it isn't you."
The red head hummed in appreciation as his tired eyes shamelessly traveled down and then up my body after opening his door. I couldn't read the intent behind his inspection, but I suddenly felt exposed as though his eyes were trying to look through me. Gesturing for me to enter, he stepped aside, although not too far, causing a tight squeeze when I walked past him. He watched me like a hawk when I entered and didn't make any attempt to give me space when I did, leading me to believe this was intentional on his part.
Once inside and out of the way I stood quietly, absorbing my new ... place of living. To my right was a large sunken living den, with black leather couches surrounding a black and grey marble coffee table. I flicked the to the middle couch where I first met Satori, on my hands and knees, crawling between his long slender legs. It sent the same chills down my spine just looking at it. Further to the right of the den was open floor space with tall circular bar tables fit for two, in front of full-length glass windows. The windows almost wrapped around the entire floor plan except when they hit the kitchen then after it to my left. It left almost every square inch of the apartment illuminated, which would have made it quite beautiful if not for the dull color scheme.
In front of me behind the living area was the massive kitchen that looked more like an oversized bar than a place to enjoy cooking let alone make anything decent. I thought everyone dreamed of having large kitchens to cook extravagant meals in, but seeing this monotone space made me miss the small kitchenette provided in my old studio. Black granite countertops that sparkled in the light were paired with cherry black cabinets. Open shelves were made of glass and covered with alcohol bottles. The sparkling of the shelves and different colored liquor glistened in the sun setting through the windows.
To the left of the kitchen there was more open floor plans and a patio, I couldn't see all of it, but it looked like it wrapped around the entire outside and had multiple seating options, and possibly another bar. I couldn't tell if this was a nightclub, an apartment, or a business office, so I settled on all 3.
"I will send the passcode to the door, it changes every week, and from now on you may come and go as you please. Oh, except the days and hours I request, even if you already have plans."
I was still busy gazing around the empty shell of the 75th floor, and for a moment the room was illuminated with reds and purples reflecting off all the shining surfaces from the setting sun. Now, the room looked so beautiful it almost made me forget why I was here in the first place.
"You must also come back every night. Failure to do any of these will result in breaking of your contract and debt to be paid in full."
I heard it, his matter-of-fact voice, the words he was saying, I heard them but couldn't take my eyes away from the new home I decided to live in. Why did I do this again? How is living here going to be any different from living broke and miserably at home? At least there I had a good couch. Suddenly, I felt a firm grip on my jawline, turning my head to face the unamused redhead. With a slow demanding pull, he brought my face down below his own height and commanded my attention with his eyes. They glistened like Safire and burned my skin with their flames.
"Do you understand?"
There was no malice or anger in his voice, just absolute authority. His voice was low and possessive, and the heat of his fingers gripping my jaw traveled up to my ears. I was trying desperately to remember everything he said when I was looking around, but the look in his eyes compelled me to agree anyways.
Words escaped me entirely so I simply nodded my head as much as I could in the palm of his hands. Satori released my chin and smiled, with both ends of his lips in a slight smirk. He turned on his heels with his toes pointed in the air, then drifted towards the kitchen. I've never met anyone in my life whose attitude can change in an instant the way this mans can.
"The kitchen is free reign, groceries uuuhhh on the other hand are lacking."
Long arms reached languidly into the tall cabinets grabbing a cocktail glass from one, and then a bottle of Gin from a glass display shelf to the right. When he pushed his glass into the freezer for ice, Satori opened the doors next to it showcasing bare white shelves apart from a few drink syrups and garnishes. He closed the door and swished around in a circle dramatically crossing one leg over the other to lean on the countertops. Pouring himself a glass he looked back up at me.
"I order from the restaurants downstairs and have it brought up. It's just easier that way since they take the dishes too. You are allowed too as well."
I could only nod and remain in place by the front door, I would worry about food once my body could develop an appetite, although, not sure how long that would take. The distance between the two of us seemed to be growing wider in the quiet. For me, in any other setting, this would have been when the other party started to grow anxious and break eye contact and the silence. Everyone kept their interactions to a minimum with me except Asahi. But this man didn't look away, he didn't fill the silence with unnecessary commentary. He just stared at me observingly.
After a few moments of prolonged eye contact and neither of us saying a word, Satori set his glass down and took stride toward me. He cleared the floor so quickly with his long legs, that I didn't have time to react to him stopping only before our noses touched. I could smell the feint traces of alcohol on his breath, I watched his eyes flick down to my lips moistening his own as he did so. His voice was soft and low against my lips and they nearly touched when he whispered.
"Follow me then, to your room."
I started behind him feeling the need to lick my lips in an attempt to recompose myself as if all the life in them had been sucked out with a glance. He led me to bay doors with frosted glass that slid open within the walls. The bedroom appeared larger than my previous studio apartment. With a King bed on the right wall and an open entry way to a double sink bathroom on the left. The inside of the room was so empty it couldn't even pass for a catalog picture. the bed was grey, the floors were black, and the walls were the same grey as the rest of the house. Everything about this place was hollow.
Satori walked across the room through another sliding door into a walk-in closet. He came out holding a sleek black garment box. Setting it on the edge of the bed he slinked behind me. When he stopped, although he wasn't touching any part of my body, the air behind my neck and back turned heavy and thick. Goosebumps ran down my body and a lump formed in my throat when his breath brushed my ear.
"That is also part of your contract, take your time getting settled, but it would be wise of you not to keep me waiting too long."
There was no sound, only the air around me decompressing that persuaded me to turn around and see the bay doors shut behind me. Feeling no sense of relief, I sighed and set my suitcase and duffle bag down beside the wall and slowly walked towards the box placed at the edge of the bed. I brushed my fingertips along the smooth top and slowly opened it by lifting its lid. The muscles in between my legs tightened and my stomach jumped slightly. Out of all the things I had prepared myself for, and everything I already had to adjust to, this is possibly the furthest from what I could have thought of.
I didn't remember when I made my way to the bathroom, or how long the faucet had been running when I was slowly pulled back into reality. Cupping my hands together to collect a pool of cold water, I splashed it onto my face, took a deep breath, and repeated about 3 times. When the heat from my face died down, I looked up at myself in the mirror.
Oh yea, the box. Remembering Satori's warning, I looked at the black garment box through the bathroom mirror and turned around to inspect the contents again. I picked up the first item, inspecting the thick straps and shape. I was so unsure, but I wasn't repulsed. This was just another task for me to do, so I started to undress trying to bite back the cold that penetrated my exposed skin. The article of clothing was as uncomfortable as I could have imagined. I knew my entire life I was going to be larger than most of my classmates, since I received more of my father's tall American genetics than my mother's delicate Asian features. This fact was always present in my height and I've never thought anything of it. That was until now when was trying to get one of my other large extremities to fit into the small undergarment.
Finally getting the article of clothing to cover the entirety of my bulge, although it did nothing to actually hide the fact that it was there, I couldn't avoid it any longer. Shamefully I had to turn around to see my backside in the bathroom mirror. It was almost as if seeing it, made it real for me that yes, I was indeed, wearing an assless piece of clothing.
The thick waist strap, and 2 individual straps that hugged the tops of my thighs and wrapped around to cup my ass checks made my groin the only area of coverage I had. My face and shoulders looked 50 shades darker that the rest of my tan body due to my uncontrollable blushing. I turned back around in embarrassment and investigated the box expecting some sort of erotic shirt to go along with the shorts, however there were only 2 items left in the box.
One had a written note on it that said.
"Bring to me to have put on".
When I picked up the other item and simply stared at it, and the muscles in my abdomen clenched tightly for a small moment, knowing but not wanting to know what it was. The thick glass tear drop filled my hand, and I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around the thickest point. I pulled and let the thick dark brown fur attached to the end slip through my other fingers. It was tremendously soft against my skin and sent more chills down my spine.
I've never had to think of myself as incapable of doing anything. Getting into college on a volleyball scholarship, graduating in the top 5 of my class, and even getting a successful position right after graduating were never hard things for me to do. Making friends and not intimidating people in the grocery store were a little more difficult in my capability spectrum, although I was never bothered by it. This however may have been the first time the thought of not only failing came into mind, but the possible repercussions of failing as well. I couldn't help but think back on the few times I've had sex. I never really had an opinion on any of it, it wasn't hard, in fact it was all actually pretty easy, considering most of the girls I was with did everything for themselves. But I didn't even know where to start with this, I wanted to handle it but there was no way without 100% certainty. Although the man in the next room was a threatening intimidating man, I didn't think he was unreasonable. It's not like I could back out now that I was here, half naked in a kept house. The only thing I could logically think to do, was follow instructions on the note, and simply bring the other piece too. I would just have to deal with the repercussions, whatever they may be.
Once I opened the door to the living room and saw Satori roll his head to look at me, I knew I couldn't turn back around. All the blood in my body went to my head and I felt hot. I shut the doors behind me as quietly as I could and tried to keep the items in my hands from clacking against it. There it was again, the prolonged eye contact and thick silence filling the air, it felt as if my breathing was breaking the sound barrier and I did everything I could to keep it steady and quiet. The smooth tile and granite surfaces made the apartment empty and there was no rustle of traffic or the shuffle of people walking along the streets 75 stories above ground. There wasn't even a comforting leaky faucet drip or ticking of a clock to add depth to the space we were in. I could only hear the sound of my blood pumping through my veins.
"Well,"
Satori said flatly.
"Come."
My heart started beating a little harder as I started to walk the empty distance towards the large black couch where Satori was waiting for me. The tile was freezing under my feet, and the patter of my steps were only faintly breaking the silence. Though it didn't stop the overwhelming feeling of blood pumping faster and my ears getting hotter as I walked. After a few anxious steps through the never-ending void, I was standing by Satori's side his red eyes watched my every slow step since I opened my door.
He was sprawled out in the middle with his long arms resting along the back of the couch, his crystal liquor glass in one hand. It was impossible not to notice his long legs, open wide and stretched all the way out to the coffee table, or the collar of his white shirt that was opened a few buttons exposing his protruding bones and pale skin. His pushed back hair had a few loose tresses brushing over his dark eyes, which he locked with me for a moment, then obviously motioned at the space in between his legs, then back up at me.
The short walk from my room to the couch was already uncomfortable enough wearing this piece of clothing, but when I looked to where Satori wanted me to stand, I knew those long legs were not going to move for me at all. He was patiently watching me, reading me and boring into me so much I was suddenly so aware of my naked state. Trying to remain calm I lifted my left leg in an attempt to prevent my waistline being entirely put on display. Just when I put my first foot down, my body could no longer ignore the way this clothing was hugging my groin, and with my second step over Satori's leg I was desperately trying to think of something other than the friction on my body, but when I turned and looked down on Satori, I knew there was nothing I could do to hide myself.
When I stepped in front of him, even though I was the one towering over Satori's relaxed body, I was in absolutely no position of power. Here I was, standing practically naked and completely exposed, in front of a man I've only met once, simply because he told me to. His eyes were glowing with hunger as he openly admired my body. I knew I had a good body, I always have, and I've always seen people look at me, but no one has ever looked at me like him. It made something inside me burn knowing I was standing here for him to look at me completely.
He smirked to himself slightly appreciative while bringing his glass to his lips, and as he finished his drink in one gulp, he sat up slowly. I couldn't move away from him if I wanted to with the coffee table behind me, so I could only watch as he moved forward. Closer to my body. He only broke eye contact when his face passed my thighs to reach into the coffee table drawers. I could only watch him set his empty glass on the coffee table, pull out another bottle and continue to pour himself a new drink. There was nothing I could do as his cheek pressed and rubbed against my thigh.
Satori finished and leaned back into the couch, leaving his Gin on the table and folded his hands in his lap, making eye contact with me again.
"Sit."
It was just one word, said so matter of factly, it could have slipped my ears if there was any room for distraction. This one word went straight between my legs, and I tried harder than I have ever tried at anything, to hide the fact that my dick twitched in response to one word, one… command. As hard as I tried, I knew there was no way I could hide anything from him the way his eyes followed me every moment since I set foot in this house. I knew there was no way he missed anything that I did, but his face was completely unreadable. I swallowed the dryness in my throat and slowly lowered myself in front of him, sitting in the same position I did when I was first here a week ago, except I kept my items behind my back, afraid to do anything he didn't ask me to.
HIs smile flashed.
"Good boy"
I couldn't breathe, my stomach lurched forward, and my insides twitched so violently I questioned whether or not my pants would stay dry. There it was, the look in his eyes, the tone in his voice, his obvious satisfaction at my compliance. I couldn't believe it but that was the look I wanted from him. My mind was still catching up to my body when Satori held his hand out in front of me. I quickly swallowed and attempted to regain my composure before pulling one of my hands out from behind my back. I felt a heavy weight lifted from my shoulders when I saw I had pulled out the collar in my panicked state and not the other item I kept.
He sat up and started to lean forward, and in that moment, I have never felt so small. His wide shoulders blocking any ray of light in front of me towering over my kneeled ears were on fire and only got hotter when Satori put his thumb and forefinger on my chin and gently tilted it upwards. His long fingers slid the collar around my throat and connected in the back of my neck sending uncontrollable shivers down my body.
The collar was simple black leather with magenta velvet lining and a silver ring in the middle. He finished clasping the buckle, and it felt soft and firm, but not too tight against my throat. The heat that was building behind my ears radiated down my entire body when Satori slid his fingers away, until he was lifting my chin with only his pointer finger to look at him.
"My my, this suits you quite well you know."
I had no response to the compliment whatsoever. My brain was moving 100 miles a minute and for the first time in as long as I could remember, I couldn't keep up with my own thinking.
"Is everything comfortable, my Puppy?"
I didn't know what to do anymore. Another jolt of electricity traveled through my body and straight to my dick. There was absolutely no hiding any of it anymore. I was completely and utterly exposed and hard in front of this man and there was no hiding it. For what even? All I did was put on a ridiculous piece of clothing and follow his orders sitting here in front of him like his dog. For fucks sake he was right, he owned me, he could make me do anything he asked and we both knew it. But why, why did I like it so much.
"Hmm?"
Satori hummed almost as a warning, as if he was saying he was impatiently waiting my answer. I was thrust back into reality remembering the question he asked me. Suddenly feeling extremely guilty, still knowing there was just about nothing I could hide from him, I shamelessly moved my other hand from behind my back presenting the other item in my garment box.
My tail