Author's Note/Disclaimer:

Please be advised that this chapter contains EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT and introductory BDSM. Kinks/fetishes include but are not limited to: blindfolds, canes, floggers, scratching/fingernails, female domination, sensory overload and/or deprivation, masochism, sadism, punishment, primal, biting, minimal amounts of blood, subspace/topspace, oral sex, switching, edging, orgasm denial, praise, partner worship, etc. If ANY of these topics make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now and go about your day elsewhere. I repeat: This chapter contains EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT and moderate BDSM. If ANY of the above topics make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now and go about your day elsewhere.

Should you continue to read on, welcome back, thank you for your open-mindedness and patience, and I hope you enjoy the chapter. This one in particular is between Yuriko and Iruka. The following three to four chapters, two of which are already written, will relate to this chapter in content and also likely contain the same kinks/fetishes to one degree or another and possibly more. The next two chapters are the same scene split into two parts to keep the chapter length manageable, but the chapter(s) after that is/are yet to be written, so who knows how they'll turn out? I have ideas, but they're not fully fleshed out.

Thank you and I hope to see you in the next chapters! Please don't forget to leave a comment on your thoughts and feedback!

Much love,
Nira

Dominance: The Switch Factor

The room was dark, lit only by candlelight, and the scents of ginger, vanilla, cinnamon, and sandalwood hung thick in the air. It was silent save for Iruka's tempered breathing and his pulse racing in his ears. He couldn't even hear Yuriko's breathing or calculated footsteps and the realization was both terrifying and arousing. He knew that she was still there by her scent, as faint as it was amidst the heavy incense- it was a beautiful light lavender scent that was unmistakably and undeniably hers. As Iruka stood in the center of the room naked as the day he was born with his fingers laced behind his head and a blindfold tied securely over his eyes, Yuriko licked her lips, stalking her defenseless and unknowing prey. There were so many dirty thoughts running through her mind, and Iruka was the perfect canvas, eager and willing to submit to her every whim as his artist of sensual desire.

His skin glistened in the flickering orange glow from the myriad of candles, his battle scars casting shadows over his would-be flawless flesh, and Yuriko tenderly caressed every one, her fingertips barely grazing against them and sending shivers through his body. She purred, pleased with his reaction. The blindfold had done what she'd expected it would, heightening all of his other senses. She wanted him to feel everything— the pleasure, and the pain— and she wanted him to feel it acutely.

Feeling as though she'd tortured him enough with the lack of contact, Yuriko stopped in front of him and gently, tenderly, teasingly pressed her lips to his. Iruka returned it, glad for the contact, and enjoyed the feeling of her plump lips, warm and soft against his. With an evil grin, Yuriko trailed her fingernails along his pecks, down his ribcage, followed the "v" of his waist to his loins, and along the length of his shaft. Iruka gasped, his entire body tingling, and Yuriko took it upon herself to snake her lithe tongue into his now open mouth, claiming the territory as hers. While her tongue wrestled with his, her fingers continued to tantalize his endowment, now fully erect and Iruka couldn't help the errant moans that escaped him as his body began to tremble.

Yuriko chuckled a low, mischievous, up-to-no-good giggle that she discovered during their shower escapade and nonchalantly pulled away. She'd purchased a few things to make the night that she had planned more interesting, remembering Iruka's slight masochism from that day. She wondered how far she could push his pain so that he still enjoyed it and she intended to do just that.

Iruka whined when she pulled away. He felt so vulnerable standing there not knowing anything about where Yuriko was or what she had planned, exactly. She'd asked him if they could try something new in the bedroom and when she mentioned that it was a further exploration of what they had done in her bathroom, the idea excited Iruka enough that he hadn't even had to think about it before the answer came out of his mouth. It was days of planning on Yuriko's part before they arrived in their current situation in the middle of Iruka's bedroom.

"We'll use a traffic light system. If you become uncomfortable, if you need a break, or if anything is becoming too much for you to handle, call 'yellow' and I will check in with you and ask what the issue is so that I can rectify it or my approach. If something becomes too much for you— too much pain, too much pleasure, too much anything— you say the color 'red.' I will stop everything immediately, aftercare will begin, and when you are well again, we will discuss what happened," she had explained before he was ever blindfolded or made to hold his hands behind his head.

"And green?" Iruka inquired.

"Will be implied by your lack of calling the other two colors. It will mean that everything is good and you're enjoying yourself and what is being done to or with you."

Yuriko acquired one of her newly purchased toys— a flogger with sheepskin falls that were finished leather on one side and suede on the other— and sauntered around Iruka. She stood behind him and pulled the toy through his arm over his shoulder so that the falls lay on his peck and shoulder.

"Describe that to me," Yuriko demanded. "What does it smell like? Feel like?"

Iruka turned his head toward the unknown object. The first thing to distinguish itself was the smell—brand new leather, earthy and warm, he explained. He then rubbed his cheek against it. Some parts were soft and warm, like suede or velvet, and others were still soft, but smoother and cold, much more like finished leather.

"Very good, love," Yuriko purred as she slowly pulled it from his shoulder, allowing each of the falls to caress his flesh as they fell like the tender fingers of a lover over the lean muscle and Iruka sighed in content.

His contentment was short-lived as he felt the thud of the flogger hit him square against his bare back and he gasped in surprise. It was a heavy thud but the sound of it was closer to a "thwack." It sounded much more painful than it was, but he knew that the more she hit him with it, the deeper he would feel it in his muscles, and the more likely it would bruise. She continued to hit him with it, sometimes soft, sometimes harder, varying the speed and intervals and intensity of each swing to leave him guessing of what could come next. The harder hits made him jump slightly, surprised moans and sharp intakes of breath filling the air. Soon he was panting and a thin layer of sweat coated his body, his back warm and throbbing dully.

"Well done, pet," she purred into his ear before licking along the length from the lobe to the helix.

Iruka moaned, surprisingly aroused. She'd hardly done anything but she had thoroughly entangled his mind. She stepped away again, he knew because he could no longer feel her warmth beside or behind him. The next implement that she grabbed sounded like a katana slicing through the air as she swung it a few times and Iruka swallowed hard around a nervous lump in his throat. She trailed the tip of it along his spine, eliciting a shudder to run through him. It felt like it was made of wood, rounded at the tip, but when she walked around him, he could feel that it was round all the way around and thin like a twig from a tree- a cane. She tapped his pecks with it and Iruka hissed. It stung slightly, but he knew that she hadn't truly put any effort into it and that thought terrified him.

"What's the matter, pet? You seem afraid. Are you?"

"A little…" he admitted.

He was answered with a malicious chuckle as Yuriko began to randomly tap him with the cane at varying intensities as she walked around him. For the slightly harder swings, his skin raised and reddened and he huffed out much as he did for the flogger, occasionally biting his lip and Yuriko gently followed the fresh welts with her fingertips. Without warning, she swung the cane twice, connecting with his shoulder blades and leaving gorgeous red welts where it met his skin and Iruka's mouth hung agape in a voiceless scream, his body completely tensed and knuckles white. His legs had begun shaking and precum leaked from the tip of his erection and Yuriko hummed, licking and kissing each welt. Iruka panted, exasperated by the intense pain that was juxtaposed against the tenderness of her lips and tongue caressing the warm, pulsing lacerations.

Yuriko made a clone to remain behind him while she walked to his front to examine his expressions. With deft hands and mischief in her eyes, she ran her hands down his torso, digging her nails into him while her clone continued to lash him from behind. Iruka moaned out with each strike of the cane against his back and rear end, some more whimpers than others, but despite the pain contorting his facial expressions, his cock was fully erect and dribbling precum.

"Oh, Iruka," Yuriko moaned, biting his lower lip and caressing his shaft. "You have such an erotic voice. Let me hear more of it, will you?"

Yuriko got to her knees and took his length into her mouth while her clone caressed his back, soothing his raw skin with ice cubes and languid kisses. Iruka's voice was ragged as he moaned out, Yuriko's limber tongue teasing him and the warm wetness of her mouth reminding him of somewhere else his shaft could be buried in.

"Ahngh~! Yuriko, I'm-!" Iruka hollered out, close to bursting.

His voice was broken, his breaths shallow and uneven, his entire body buzzing and twitching with energy. Despite his eyes being wide open, all he could see was darkness as the blindfold was tied securely in place. His senses were heightened and he was hyper-aware of the sweat rolling down the curve of his spine and dripping from his chin. He was also acutely conscious of the light floral scent that belonged to only one person whose breathing was calm and even in his ear- a complete contrast to his own- as she wrapped her arms firmly around his torso, her bare breasts pressing against the still tender skin of his back.

"Yes, pet?" the clone purred, nibbling on his earlobe while the real Yuriko continued her oral ministrations. "No need to yell. I'm right here."

Her voice was dark and sensuous, promising both pleasure and pain in her honeyed tone.

"Please…" he whimpered as he bit his lip with a moan, his hips bucking slightly.

His voice caught in his throat as he choked on another groan while he silently begged her to let him climax. She'd been teasing him for what felt like hours but it had only been about 30 agonizingly wonderful minutes.

"Go on. Please what, dearest? What is it that you'd like for me to do?"

"Please, love. Please. Please let me cum," Iruka begged, his head swimming.

The clone giggled and kissed his cheek while Yuriko hummed in delight and approval. Yuriko pulled away from his length with a "pop," pausing her services only long enough to guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, and when he was seated, she took his full length into her mouth again. The clone whispered a single word of command before she disappeared, the real Yuriko upping her game and sucking on him with more fervor and gusto to encourage him to follow that command. It wasn't long before Iruka reached his peak and unleashed his thick, huge load into Yuriko's waiting mouth with a drawn-out moan, and she drank it in gulps, humming in pleasure at the warmth of it.

Iruka collapsed backward with his arms splayed out beside him, trying desperately to catch his breath and Yuriko stood. Her thighs rubbed together, sliding with the wetness that had dripped between them and she analyzed the taste of Iruka's semen. It was salty and slightly bitter and had a strange texture that she wasn't sure she was a fan of, but Iruka had seemed to enjoy himself and that was the more important aspect, she thought. But now, she was left with her desires running rampant. Her core was on fire, and looking at Iruka's muscular physique splayed across his bed, covered in a thin layer of sweat and randomly decorated with beautiful red welts and deepening bruises only acted as a catalyst. All she wanted was to touch every inch of his statuesque perfection, reveling in and consumed by the heat that he exuded.

Her hands were firm and greedy as they pawed up his abdomen, across his pecks, along his shoulders, and into his silken hair, her nails occasionally digging into his tender flesh. Her mouth was equally as needy, biting and suckling areas that drew the most reaction from him- the crest of his hips, the flat of his pecks, the thick sinew of his deltoids. All the while, Iruka squirmed beneath her, his voice rough and desperate and his erection never subsiding. Without hesitation, Yuriko straddled him and slid his length into her with ease and a hearty moan that was echoed by Iruka. Yuriko removed the blindfold and while his eyes adjusted to the dim light, she ravaged his neck, slowly gyrating her hips into his. She met her eyes to his, darkened by the clouds of unabashed lust, and bit her lip as she sat up, connecting their hips and pushing him even deeper into her. Iruka's jaw dropped and Yuriko rolled her hips, her eyes never leaving his while she pleasured herself with his body.

"This is all your fault," she moaned. "That sexy voice of yours… your perverted body's honest reactions… the gorgeous faces you make… how beautiful your skin is when it's covered in marks that I have given you… your unquestioning obedience and desire to please me."

Iruka's eyes teared up. Everything that she'd said sounded like a confession of love to him and he fought the desire to roll over on top of her and claim her lips with a deep, passionate kiss. Instead, he reached up to caress her hips and thighs. Despite enjoying the feeling, Yuriko stopped her movements, forcefully grabbed his hands, and pinned them above his head by his wrists.

"I did not give you permission to touch, Iruka," she scolded, her tone sharp but eyes betraying her as she began to ride him harder. That single touch began to unravel her and she struggled to keep her dominance. Her breathing became more sporadic as her hips rocked into his of their own accord. "Look what you've done to me. You've made me desire you, crave you, need you this badly. What do you have to say for yourself, hm?"

"I'm sorry, my Lady. Please punish me for my insolence. Use me as you desire. My only wish is to please you… to make you happy," Iruka responded, his breathing beginning to get ahead of him, as well.

She undulated her hips, her grin wicked as she gradually picked up speed and intensity, thoroughly enjoying herself. Iruka's hands twitched, itching to take hold of her hips again and pull her down harder onto his slick shaft, plunging himself deep into her tight, wet heat. Yuriko's grinding her sex on Iruka's length made her work up a sweat, droplets slowly dripping between her supple breasts, down her flat stomach, and along the curve of her spine. She rode him without shame, soon losing herself to the euphoria of being full and hearing her lover's moans as she used his body for her own pleasure and hollered out as she brought herself to climax, her entire body trembling.

"Oh, fuck, Yuriko!" he groaned, his hands clutching the sheets above his head in a vice grip as his hips involuntarily bucked into hers.

Yuriko could feel his length swell and twitch within her, ready to burst so she stopped moving entirely, bracing herself on his chest. "Maddening, isn't it, pet? Having what you want so close and yet so far… being touched, but unable to touch in return."

Iruka whimpered and bit his lip as his second climax was denied and slowly subsided, his breath escaping him in a haughty sigh, his fingers twitching around the bedding. "You're such a tease, my Lady."

Yuriko caressed his cheek with a smile on her face and met her lips to his, licking his lower lip and demanding entrance into his mouth where her tongue played with his. When she withdrew, her smile was warm as she gazed into his chocolate brown eyes and trailed her fingertips leisurely along his jaw. Her name escaped from his lips on a breathy moan as he craned his head forward in an attempt to close the space between their lips again. Yuriko smiled wider, and slowly rocked her hips with his length still inside of her eliciting another mewl from Iruka.

"You've ruined me," she purred to his lips, barely brushing over them with her own as she continued to roll her hips into his at an agonizingly slow pace.

Iruka's eyelids drooped, heavy with the lust that they mirrored from Yuriko's eyes. His self-control was slipping faster and faster as she continued to torture him with how slowly she met her hips to his, and Yuriko's desire to be touched and loved and pawed at by her sweetheart quickly sapped the dominance from her demeanor. Testing his boundaries, Iruka closed the space between them, his lips tender and loving against hers. Feeling her entire being melt into the kiss, Iruka pushed further, his hands slowly creeping into her hair and along her side while he sat up, guiding her leg around his waist.

"Let me take responsibility for the state of you," he cooed into her ear, nibbling lightly on the helix. "Let me take care of you, my Lady… my love… my Yuriko."

Iruka held her reverently, his fingertips and lips lithe and featherlight as they barely traced over her curves but still sent chills down her spine and ignited a fire within her core. In an instant, Yuriko's facade shattered and she was putty in his capable hands. With her arms draped over his shoulders and fingers playing in his hair, Iruka pulled her closer, their hips flush while he guided her in a slow, smooth rhythm of undulating her hips into his and pulling her further onto him, deeper into her steamy heat. They slowly built up the tension, winding the coil in their loins tighter and tighter and Iruka dusted every inch of her skin that he could reach with devout kisses.

Yuriko was floating on air, reveling in the praises that Iruka so readily showered upon her, but not satisfied that he was genuinely pleasing her, Iruka settled Yuriko comfortably onto the bed and tongued his way to her sex, massaging her hips and thighs as he went. When he arrived at her folds, he savored the taste of her, his tongue languidly lapping up her sticky, sweet fluids, and Yuriko couldn't help but squirm and moan out, a slave to his oral prowess and voracity for the flavor of her. His tongue was relentless, prodding and wriggling within her or flicking her sensitive bean. It wasn't long before her toes curled and vision went white, her fingers tangled in his hair as she wailed, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Not giving her a chance to recover, Iruka crawled over Yuriko and plunged himself into her still twitching and dripping slit, forcing another, smaller orgasm and a squeak of surprise out of her as he swept errant strands of her hoary locks from her sweaty forehead with a loving smile.

"God, you're so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?" he cooed, awestruck.

He slowly rocked his hips into hers, giving her just enough time to adjust to him and catch her breath before he picked up his pace. Yuriko's face contorted with her pleasure and she moaned out and panted while her eyes were locked with his. She called out his name, goading him on more and as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, his emotions welled up until he couldn't contain them anymore.

"I love you," he choked out, pressing his forehead to hers. "I love you so much."

Yuriko snaked her arms around him, pulling him as deep into her as he could reach and held him there, her lips meeting his in a tender, impassioned kiss. Even without her saying anything, Iruka knew that his feelings were reciprocated just as deeply as he felt them. They were more than sweethearts, more than partners, more than lovers. They were meant to be together from the highest level of spirituality and divinity to the lowest of earthly planes. They were cosmically connected.

Her name was a promise whispered on honeyed breath and bruised with desire as Iruka poured his love into every thrust of his hips into hers and she echoed his name back, welcoming everything that he had to give with open arms and an open heart. They climbed higher and higher toward nirvana, the physical world falling away and leaving only them in time, frozen in the perfection of their bliss. The stars collided and a warm, white light flooded over them as Iruka poured himself deep into Yuriko and she took him all in, not allowing even a single drop of his seed to be wasted.

"Iruka~!" she cried out, her nails biting into his back and drawing blood while she latched herself onto him in every way, her legs around his waist shaking uncontrollably as they held him in a vice grip to her.

Iruka growled through clenched teeth, the pain from her nails, the warmth of the blood slowly dripping down his spine, the overwhelming release of his load deep into her wet heat, and the feeling of her shaking in need- her entire body bursting with energy- called to the animal inside of him. Yuriko had been teasing and playing with him, but now everything in him demanded that he steal the power that he'd given to her back and turn it around to conquer her as thoroughly as she had conquered him.

Yuriko could feel Iruka's body trembling and the low, rumbling growl booming through his chest cued to her that he'd reached a breaking point. Concerned that going another round with him in such a heightened state would be too much for her, she cooed, shushing him as she tenderly caressed his cheeks and brushed the sweat-matted hair off of his forehead, slowly bringing him back to himself.

"There, there, my love. Come back to me."

Iruka's pupils constricted slightly as he blinked Yuriko back into focus to see her smiling up at him, and when she saw the clarity return to his eyes, her smile widened and she welcomed him back. Iruka was dumbfounded, not quite sure of where he was or what had happened but he knew that one thing had been constant and it was the woman below him whose violet eyes were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

"Iruka, why are you crying?"

"I…" he started, but the more he thought, the more the tears flowed. There was nothing he could say that would fully encompass the depth of the wide range of emotions that he was experiencing, so he closed his mouth with a soft smile and opted instead, to let them run their course. "It's nothing. Can we just… lie here?"

Yuriko nodded with a grin and opened her arms, beckoning him into her warm embrace. Like a child, Iruka nestled himself into her and she was all he needed for everything to be right with the world.