Ino Yamanaka didn't remember much about the ride to Sai's apartment. She figured she had probably passed out. She wasn't certain how she had come to be inside of his place—only that she woke up on a long sofa beside him. Her dress no longer clings to her skin, instead she was draped in a lycra beige shirt (silky), without panties (she didn't wear any). Sai stirred, yawning at her side—still dressed in denim jeans and a cotton gray shirt with a sports team printed across the chest.
"Stripping me without consent?" She asks, pinching at the collar of the T-shirt, it felt cool on her skin.
He scrubbed an eye with the hilt of his hand, "You did that, in front of me."
She rolled her eyes. Though it seemed likely that she did, in fact, do that.
Her head felt like a board that had just been hammered with the same nail, over a dozen times. "Do you have naproxen or food?"
Sai nods, "Yeah, I've got both."
"Lucky me."
And this is where the story makes no sense. One minute she's downing naproxen and washing it down with milk and a slice of peach pie. The next she was jolted at the sight of a huge black cat launching itself on top of the kitchen table to inspect her with its red rusted nose. She promptly protects her pie, though Sai was already hustling to procure the shaggy feline with a chuckle.
That must be Beast.
The name fits.
But that interaction wasn't the thing that didn't make sense. The next few minutes, after Sai locks a protesting Beast inside of a bathroom—they eat in a strange silence together. Neither of them looking at one another. Sai sends a few messages off on his cell and then clears the dishes from the quaint round table. Ino offers to help but he insists that she's a guest.
She decided to lounge on top the black and gold marble counter in the kitchen—under the dimmest of lights. It was the only spot close to the kitchen sink. So she sat there marveling at the unrealness of the place. The ceilings were high, the paint job immaculate, the furniture seemed like it had never been touched. Canvases in a variety of sizes with shadowy figures and sleek pottery lined the walls. There was a huge glass window in the living room (five panes in length) reflecting the jeweled toned sights of downtown. A telephone tower blinked from a distance and if she looked long enough—she could see the commotion on the streets.
She was thinking, they were so high up, even the clouds looked touchable.
And that's when Sai crowded her on the counter, seemingly materializing inexplicably. She thought to say something but the words just never came and she found herself letting him take the lead this time.
He hiked the T-shirt up her thighs, his fingertips skimming her skin. Ino lay on top the marble countertop, on her back—elbows propping her up as she watched. Enthralled by his trance-like motions, as he began lining her inner left thigh with thorough kisses. His warm tongue eliciting whispered moans from her lips as he guided her hips in his direction—her entire lower half nearly dangling from the countertop.
Ino could feel a maddening throb between her legs, getting more intense by the moment. Her thighs shook insistently, and her body tingled with immense pleasure.
Sai placed two digits against her outer folds, boarding those two fingers around the swell of her clit beneath. He began caressing—applying just enough pressure to arouse her even further. She melts like wax beneath a flame—turning up her head toward the chandelier with a soft moan. She could feel her own arousal dripping, felt the heat of his breath on her before his mouth even made contact.
He used both hands to spread her labia and he began ravishing her without preamble. Ino's legs tremored, and she gasped so sharply—air cold between the cracks of her teeth, unprepared for that first wave of mind-numbing pleasure that depleted her. Rendered her speechless and convulsing.
His mouth so warm, his tongue horrifyingly explicit, laving her clit in a wealth of saliva and gentle flicks. Each stroke making her succumb to the inevitable collapse of her composure.
Her toes curl, her hips winding of their own volition.
Their eyes meet and he's spreading her more, running his tongue in concentrated circles over the pearl-like tip of her clit. Ino could hardly contain herself, folding backward on top the counter—an arch in her back as she slid flat against the surface. A moan rips from her throat the moment the lewd sound of suckling, jagged breathing, and licking clouded her brain. Her heart explodes through her ear and she's arching her back again the moment another hot wave of pleasure sends her into several intense convulsions.
Sai grips her waist so hard—it's the only thing keeping her from being dismantled by the shakes that rock her body. His hair grazes her thigh as he shifts his head to better accommodate the new angle. His tongue flickering in mouthwatering slow strokes. Her pussy pulsating with so much pleasure she felt close to bursting already.
What makes it worse is her hand latching to the back of his head—following the instinctive motions of him devouring her. Her fingertips fisting at the fine hairs on the top of his head. He groans against her sopping wet pussy and that little vibration sent her into a blinding chase. She felt her hips roll, her mouth gaping—her free hand sliding up to grip her breast, pinching her nipple between her index and middle finger.
Sai strokes her clit vigorously, his tongue applying a heavier and hungrier pressure. She couldn't even match the tempo; she was too busy climbing that wave eating away at her. Her thighs shuddering open on either side, giving him unimpeded access to her. She could tell that he had been waiting for her to relax because he let go of her waist and immediately worked those long-tattooed fingers right into her with ease. God, she wanted to see.
"Fuckkkk," Ino cries out—her voice strange to her own ears. Her body buzzing with tantalizing and electrifying waves of heat. The blood surging wildly through her bloodstream, her stomach fluttering with a sensation that almost made her so weak she could cry. Tears prickle her eyes as she bought her hands up to clutch at her hair—fisting it as she reached peak sensitivity.
"Ahhh" her voice was a tremor, so bell-like it didn't make sense.
Yes, people had eaten her out before, but the outcome didn't always leave her seeing stars. One of the best times that she had ever come was oral was with another girl, in high school. She had messed around with a great deal of guys and decided to try her hand at it with someone she liked. She would never forget her time inside of a handicap stall. It was more than her mind had bargained for and she hadn't felt anything quite that amazing in a while.
This however was something entirely in its own vein of addiction because she never wanted the feeling to subside. The idea of a man making her contort this way with his mouth only intensified her need to explore every aspect of him, she needed to make him feel every bit of this feeling.
Still, she couldn't believe that animalistic nature resided in Sai. Someone so cleanly—so formal in appearance—spat inside of her, delved his tongue within her repeatedly and fingered the ever-loving fuck out of her. She was shouting unintelligently, bucking against his face—feeling closer and closer to bliss though she dreaded it. She didn't want to stop; fuck she didn't want it to end.
Although Sai wasn't a talker, there were so many other sexy things that pushed her right over the fucking edge. The breathy sounds of satisfaction—the way that his groans reverberated against her clit, the way his callous fingers compressed her thighs and drew her closer. A pinch of pain and overwhelming pleasure. Those rings on his fingers glinting beneath the dimmed kitchen lights. It all left her breathless, looking down to see him going at her without hesitation—shamelessly exploring into every orifice with untamed vigor.
At one point his obsidian eyes caught her in a piercing stare and she watched, unable to even form a sentence. Her mouth just fell open, slack. And she watched until she couldn't anymore because her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she snapped them shut tightly.
The climax tore through her like a ripple of hot light, and she saw stars behind her eyelids. Sai kept his slick tongue active and gentle—though she felt her sex clinching and clinching. Something slick and hot spilling outside of her—so hot and rewarding. She could hardly feel her body anymore. She fell back on top the counter, leaving herself at his mercy entirely. Bathing in the ecstasy of an extreme relief that left her body in the shakes.
A strange rush raked up her flesh and she bit at her lips—dragging unsteady fingers over her face, trying to clear that blissed out haze. Her heartbeat paralyzing as she sat up on the countertop.
Sai was standing upright now, gliding his tongue over the tip of his middle finger. The back of her neck sweltered as he leaned in toward her and hooked a thumb into the corner of her mouth. She could taste herself on his thumb. His eyes unreadable as he stretched the rest of his fingers to grip at the back of her neck. Her mouth was just hanging open with a thumb pushing back a corner.
She swallows—trying to keep from salivating.
He shakes his head as if battling something in his mind, "I thought this would be easy—with the proper boundaries in place. Guidelines."
Unhooking his thumb from her mouth he traces the curve of her bottom lip.
"That was the quickest I've ever co-"
"Not that." He clarifies. "Being involved with you. Liking you. Wanting you, sometimes in ways I—I can't even explain."
Her face flushes and she blinks—staring him dead in the eye. He doesn't shy away, looking back.
Ino furrows a brow, "You didn-"
"I don't," he interjects, shaking his head, "but I do. I've tried to do this as far removed as I could. However, those two weeks have given clarity. I was being rather frigid with you out of safety and fear. I've had issues in my past that wouldn't let me at the very least indulge in our contract. And since I've been away, Ko has convinced me to speak with a therapist about some things."
She did notice a slight shift in his behavior, a bit of openness that wasn't otherwise there.
"Geeze, I didn't know you had all of that going on."
"Not many people do." He replies. "I value privacy."
She knew this to be true, after all he hid his identity online (but so did she)—he hid their contractual relationship from friends. Not that she was in a hurry to tell anyone about that anyway.
"Things with the other woman, must've really been extreme fuckery?"
Sai nods, "Part of it that, some of it goes back further but I won't bore you with those details."
"Origin stories are never boring; it helps determine why people are they way that they are. Like I'm thinking you'll tell me the story about your dad—creating you in a lab and everything will finally just click."
Sai leans against the countertop rubbing at his jaw. The sound like sandpaper.
"Orphan, refugee." He reminded her.
Ino felt slightly guilty but bought her knees under her chin, her bare ass on the counter. "Oh, yeah."
After staggering silence, he asks, "Do you have a place to stay?"
"Um I'm sorta between couches at the moment."
"Why not stay here for a while? As we discussed before."