"Strip."
Mako pulls her around to face him, turning Lin's back to the apartment door. Her apartment, a penthouse overlooking the street below from six storeys up. Lin casts her eyes down the corridor, licking her lips.
"Here, sir?"
"Right here."
Trembling, she removes her coat first. Mako drapes it over an arm. His eyes fix on Lin's bare breasts.
Next, she bends to pull her trousers down. Lin pauses when they get to her ankles. Her hands move to undo the laces of her boots.
"Leave them on," Mako tells her. She looks up at him. "No seismic sense."
He steps forward when Lin is left in nothing but her panties, sliding his free hand into his pocket. From it, he pulls the handle of a switch-blade.
Lin flinches when its steel edge flips free. It is cold against her skin when Mako carefully teases the blade under the waistband of her panties.
Afterwards, Lin stands there, utterly naked as Mako's gaze roves over her body. They linger between her legs, and she swallows hard. After putting away the switch-blade, Mako toys with her lips.
"Hmm."
He bends down to the holdall at his feet. Its crocodile teeth part with a loud rip! and Mako rises with a black mask in hand.
"Hold this," he says, passing Lin her coat.
She takes it back and Mako steps in close. His mouth is tight line, eyes narrowed as he moves his hands behind Lin's head. Then, the world is dark.
Soft fur covers her eyes, the weight of the mask sitting light along the bridge of Lin's nose. She parts her lips to breathe as it settles against her cheeks.
Mako secures the blindfold behind her head, and she hears him step back. She hears the low drone of a car driving by in the street below. She hears the muffled clunk of pipes somewhere in the walls. She hears the jangle of keys, pulled out of a coat pocket.
She hears herself swallow.
The door behind her swings open. Mako's holdall drags briefly across the ground.
"Walk backwards," he tells her, "carefully. Small steps."
Her feet move like there is nothing but a tight rope underneath them. She hears the heel of her boot meet the floor, then the front of the sole pull slowly backwards. She can hear Mako walk in her footsteps. He feels so close.
"Stop."
Lin freezes. Her coat is pulled out of her hands. Mako's holdall drops to the floor. The apartment door shuts with a click. Its key rattles in the lock.
She hears Mako rummage around in his bag.
"Stay still."
He moves very close – Lin can smell cologne on his neck. A thick loop of leather slips around hers. Lin's spine is rigid, her arms stiff by her side. The collar presses against her throat, and a ring jangles under her chin.
"Hold up your hands."
More leather, this time wrapping around her wrists. She can feel the weight of the chain linking them together. Mako tugs on it, dragging Lin's hands up until it feels like she is halfway through a bicep curl. The chain clinks, before locking into the ring dangling from her collar.
Mako takes a step back. "Good…"
It hurts to swallow. Her curled biceps twinge with tension. Dropping her wrists jerks her head forward; pulling back her head tightens the throb in Lin's shoulders. Not a hint of light slips under her blindfold. Lin's feet sweat in her boots.
And her cunt aches.
"You're going to make it up to me," Mako says, "for standing me up tonight."
Lin tries to nod. "Yes, sir."
His voice moves around her. "I'm going to make you feel good, then keep you there. Right on the edge."
Lin trembles at his touch, fingertips caressing down the length of her back.
"What happens if you cum before I give my permission?"
"You'll punish me, sir."
"Correct." He leans in to Lin's ear. "And it will be so much worse for you tonight. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
He is back in front of her, his hand stroking her stomach. "Then spread your legs."
Mako's fingers curl deep inside her. The heel of his hand grinds hard against her mound and Lin whines, folding at the waist.
"Stand up straight, cunt."
Her fingers splay out, Lin clenching her teeth. Her knees wobble and her stomach clenches like a vice.
"Sir!"
"What?
"I'm...close."
Mako slowly slips out of her. "Already? You're pathetic, Lin."
"I'm s-sorry, sir," she gasps.
"Open your mouth. Wider."
Lin stands there, tongue twitching as saliva pools under it. She swallows on reflex -
SMACK!
Lin yelps, her right breast stinging with heat. She quickly straightens and opens her mouth. Drool dribbles down her chin. Mako's fingers push to the back of her throat a moment later.
"Hurrk!"
Lin staggers backwards. Mako grabs the chain linking her hands to the collar. The force with which he pulls almost sends Lin to the floor. She catches herself, stomach clenching hard as Mako shoves everything but his thumb into her mouth.
"Stand up," he snarls. "Stand up."
Lin swallows as she finds her feet. The collar squeezes around her neck and her eyes scrunch shut beneath the blindfold. She coughs, spluttering when Mako unplugs her mouth.
The same hand pushes up into her hair. Lin feels the slime of saliva on her scalp.
"Knees," Mako says.
Lin gets down onto them, still coughing. Mako's foot kicks into her thigh and she spreads them wider. Lin gulps down air, wincing as Mako's grip tugs on her roots.
"Find my zip. Are you listening, cunt?"
"Yes, sir!"
Lin reaches blindly with shackled hands. Her palms pat up Mako's thighs, Lin leaning forward as she pulls on her own collar and an ache flares in her neck. She breathes from her mouth, fingers scrabbling to get purchase on the small, cold zipper. Lin pulls on it -
Mako shakes her head. "Did I tell you to do that?"
"No, sir!"
"It seems you're having trouble using your fucking ears," he growls.
Lin shrinks, shoulders shooting up to her ears. "I'm sorry!"
Mako pulls her head forwards. "Use your teeth."
She holds the tiny zipper in the very tips of her fingers, sticking out her tongue. Capturing it between her teeth, Lin pulls, pulls, pulls until the zipper goes no further. She can smell him.
Oh spirits, she can smell him.
"You want to suck on it, don't you?"
"Yes."
Lin frowns when she hears Mako crouch down in front of her instead.
"What you want, doesn't matter."
His fingers plunge inside her. Lin is pulled tall by the hand in her hair and the knuckles wedged tight inside her. She sounds so wet. Her fingers turn to claws as Mako drives her to the edge.
"S-sir!"
He keeps going. Lin crunches at the waist, trying to reach Mako's wrist with her bound hands. He yanks her head back. Lin's voice gurgles as she screams.
"SIR!"
He drags her to her feet. Slick fingers flatten between Lin's shoulders and drive her forward. She stumbles. Her knees smack against a solid surface. Mako's hand at her back folds Lin over the arm of a couch.
He kicks her boots apart. She hears trousers dragged roughly down his thighs. Mako grabs Lin's hips, fingers digging into her skin.
"Come here, cunt."