Fragments-(Re-conception)
The following are fragments of ideas I have for the following plot: Kisara is the Executive of the LA division of Kaiba Corp, and when Kaiba shows up to check on operations, he's forced to room with her during his stay, and it leads them both down a startling path.
Kaiba kept perusing the reports, the differential between projections and actuality, even when scrutinized he couldn't find anything to complain about.
"Hmph. Well, I suppose we'll see if you can keep this up," he finally sneered to the director of his LA division. She scoffed back at him, rolling her blue eyes.
"Maintenance is easy, doubling our projections is the real challenge," she remarked as she continued to type. He chuckled and walked over to the other desk, before sitting down and turning on the computer.
"Why is it that I couldn't book a hotel within a hundred miles?" he asked her. She laughed, still focused on her task.
"Because is LA, and it's pride month," she told him. Tapping her foot she continued on typing for another few minutes. Finally she pulled away and turned her chair to face him. "This is not Japan, it's a whole other world here Mr. Kaiba, and I won't be surprised if you end up with culture shock, because some of it is sickening," she added. He seemed slightly bemused.
"It takes a lot to shock me," he boasted. She nodded.
"Something will shock you at some point, between legal marijuana and tent city, there's room for fucked up shit," she reiterated. He furrowed his brow.
"Must you be so vulgar?" he snapped.
"Welcome to America Mr. Kaiba, vulgarity is the least of your worries. It's a side effect of upbringing," she retorted.
"It's unprofessional, rude and implies a lack of intelligence," he countered. Crossing his arms over his chest. She chuckled again, and crossed her legs.
"You will come to understand when vulgarity has a place, sometimes even in a professional environment, but I can refrain if you feel otherwise," she offered.
Scene 2
"No wonder you're single," Seto remarked in a huff, while he sat in the living room, working on his tablet. She laughed.
"It's mostly by choice, so don't get any ideas, you are not my type," she quipped. He continued on his tablet.
"And what is your type? Let me guess, tall, dark and handsome?" he sneered back. Kisara rolled her eyes and stretched on the couch in her robe.
"Oh no dear, I like them short, pale and pretty. You know Duke Devlin? More like him, just not so sexually prolific," she explained. Seto looked up and rolled his eyes.
"Oh please Kisara, I've had you pegged as a Dominatrix from the moment we met," he snapped back. She laughed.
"You're not wrong, but I'm very private about that and don't broadcast it. You won't see me wearing a collar or cuff to work ever, and that's a fact," she explained in a flat tone. There was a brief silence before Kaiba spoke up.
"Here's another fact for you, you will never dominate me," he added. She laughed and sat up.
"Is that a challenge Mister Kaiba?" barked. He sneered.
"Take it for what you will, but it is the truth," he remarked. Her entire expression changed, and her affect became flat.
"I know how to play this game better than you do. You're baiting me because you want me to dominate you, in fact you probably need me to because you're such a stuffy pent up asshole, if you want to play this game, I'll play, but I'm also going to win, so be prepared for that," she elaborated, getting up from the couch and standing over him, threateningly. He met her eyes and smirked before scoffing.
"Then let's play," he threatened back. She grinned and pulled him out of his chair, shoving him down the hallway towards her room while simultaneously trying to strip of his shirt, but he was fighting her, tearing at her robe. She shoved him into the wall and stripped off her robe before grabbing his shirt and forcing him further down the hall. He was nearly dumbstruck by her nudity, in awe and felt blindsided, especially by all of her tattoos, her thighs, her chest, her arms, all he saw was dragons. When he recovered he was face up on her bed with her looming over him, grabbing his wrists, tying them to the bed frame with the leather straps from his shirt. Before he could speak she grabbed his chin and forced him to look in her eyes while her other hand ghosted over his arousal. He clenched his teeth and looked at her defiantly.
"The safe word is dragon. Do you understand?" she inquired firmly, gripping him intimately.
"Yes," he whispered as spitefully as he could.
"Do you want to continue?" she asked. He tried to nod but her grip on his jaw was too tight, instead, he hissed his response back, and her hand to slid to his throat, adding slow gentle pressure. She licked his throat, sending spasms down his back and legs. He was so overwhelmed, what had he gotten himself into? His body had never responded that intensely before.
"Now tell me what the safe word means," she demanded. He grit his teeth together, refusing to answer. She slapped his chest and repeated herself, he continued to defy her. Kisara scratched him roughly, and grinned when he growled obscenities.
"The safe word means I won't stop if you say no or tell me to. I will only stop if you say the safe word. Is this understood?" she spat hotly against his ear, sending pleasurable chills down his spine.
"Yes," he whispered breathlessly. She grabbed his hair roughly.
"Do you still want to continue?" she repeated. He repeated his answer. "It's yes, Mistress, now say it," she ordered. He grit his teeth in defiance once more. She scratched his chest once more, harder, deeper, causing to him to growl more obscenities while his arousal grew. He hated it, yet he enjoyed it. Never had he expected this, not like this, no, but it was better than what he had expected. Already he was on the verge of losing it. One more scratch and more cursing.
'Fuck, yes Mistress," he finally growled. She ripped his shirt open, exposing several scars, dread pitted in his stomach as he watched her realize why he had been fighting to keep his shirt on. The moment ticked on and he waited for her to say something, make a remark, or put his shirt back on. Instead she once again broke his expectations. Wordlessly, she leaned down and kissed the exposed scars, Seto's mind was running in circles. He pulled at the leather straps, his breath hitching with her touch. Once she was done she ran a hand over one of the scars before she roughly bit his shoulder, throwing him back into another mindset. Kisara's hand was still at his throat with mild pressure, making him lightheaded, and wanting to even the playing field. However, he was next to helpless, hands tied up, her on his hips. He would never admit it, but she was right, he did need this, even if he didn't know it. How could you know that you need something you've never done? He was in her hands, physically, mentally, literally, and it all had- and was happening so fast. Still, Seto wanted to exert power. He needed to show her that he wasn't just a submissive, and he knew he didn't have a lot of time. His eyes rolled back and his breath hitched when she took him, all of him, swiftly and gracefully. He had already been close before she mounted and now, he was fighting to hold back, to break the leather strap. Finally, it gave way, and he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, feeling her soft skin against his. He licked her neck before he roughly nipped her shoulder, biting back just as she had. Kaiba felt her body spasm against his, her arms wrapped around his back, her nails digging in, leaving angry red trails, while she cursed worse than he had, but her reaction was more than enough to push him over the edge, sending him spiraling into the hardest orgasm he had ever had. He had no idea that sex could be that intense and enjoyable. He was trembling, for the first time he could remember. She grabbed his throat once more.
"Seto, you play dirty," she purred before climbing off of him and lighting a cigarette. He was still crashing towards reality, and the way she had said his name, the tone, the inflection, just kicked him further down the rabbit hole of aftershocks. "By the way, I win," she added after a few drags of her cigarette. Once he regained himself he cleared his throat.
"This time," he corrected. She laughed and slapped his chest.
"I never lose Seto," she informed him, ashing into a dragon shaped ashtray.
"What happened to Mister Kaiba?" he sneered, redressing himself, watching as she stretched, taking in all the tattoos over her skin. She leaned over and snuffed her cigarette, showing him the dragon wings tattooed down her back. The rest were all dragons, her bicep held a large white one, her thigh another with the hieroglyph for Chaos, the other thigh held a blue dragon with an ankh, and her ribs held a black and white dragon that was carefully shaded.
"That went out the window after I fucked your brains out," she responded. He took a deep breath, realizing the time and place for vulgarity. He hated any enjoyed how often she was right. There was something else about her though, something that pulled at his soul and he wasn't sure what it was.
AN: okay, I'm curious if people think these plot bunnies would make a good fleshed out story. If so, I'll expand on it. It's been 2 years since I've posted anything, let alone any blueshipping, I'd like some feedback, especially since I've been told I dredge up the same cringe worthy out of character shit over and over again. Anyway, thank you for reading. I'm not sure of what else to add here, I wanted to make Kisara different but with a similar attitude to Kaiba, and I don't know, I feel like the attitude contributes to the chemistry. These are just little nuggets, that I thought might make an interesting story. Thank you again. MK
