"Well, here we are," Makoto said.

"I'm so glad you're home again," Kotonoha said.

"Me too."

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Makoto let her.

Taking that as a good sign, Kotonoha tried to progress to French kissing, but he gently pushed her away.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm just…"

"Horny?"

She blushed. "Yes."

"Good. You should be. But we're doing what I say, when I say."

"Y-Yes, Sir." She cast her eyes down.

"Is Kokoro asleep?"

Kotonoha hesitated. "She should be."

"So that's a no. I'll tuck her in. You unload the car. I'll meet you in the living room."

She nodded.

While Makoto dealt with Kokoro, Kotonoha started to unload the car. It was crazy how many… things they had bought today. It was really starting to get out of hand.

But that was what she wanted, right? She wanted to go further. Deeper.

But where was she gonna put all of this? If Kokoro saw…

Oh wait. That didn't matter anymore. Kokoro was…

Kotonoha sighed. She kept forgetting Kokoro wasn't just her little sister anymore. She was Makoto's… future girlfriend. One of his girlfriends. A secondary girlfriend.

She sighed again. Was this really what she wanted? Did she even have a choice at this point?

She could try to push back, but somehow, it felt like she would slide back where she was eventually. This was the kind of relationship that Makoto-kun wanted, and no matter how hard she pushed, there was no getting around that. If she didn't give him what he wanted, he'd break up with her. And Makoto would have no trouble finding a new girlfriend. A better one.

That was assuming she survived of course. Given what he knew, he could basically put her in jail for the rest of her life if he wanted to. Of course, he'd never do that. He loved her. But in an impulsive moment, during a fight…

People had done more impulsive stuff. Hell, she had done more impulsive stuff. That was how she got in this situation in the first place.

She shook her head.

No need to think about this. She wasn't going to break up with him. And she had already accepted that Makoto-kun owned her. Time to stop whining.

Kotonoha carried the bags into the living room. She could decide where to put them later.

When she was down to the last one, Makoto-kun arrived.

"You done?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." She folded her hands behind her back. She felt her stomach contract in anticipation.

"Good." He eyed her with clear… hunger in his eyes.

Wait a sec.

Kotonoha looked up. "Uhm… Makoto-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm kinda… hungry."

"Oh. Yeah, me too. Now that you mention it. I totally forgot about dinner."

"I can prepare something," she suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good. Do we have stuff in the house?"

"Yes," she said. "I had to take care of Kokoro-chan. As difficult as it was without you being here."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no. You had a good reason to leave. Besides, you're back, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"I'll go cook," she said.

"I'll help," he offered.

"No, no," she protested. "You relax. It's my job to cook."

"Since when?"

"I uhm," she avoided his eyes. "I want to do all the housework… Sir. I'd feel bad if you helped me out."

"Alright," Makoto said. "If that's what you want."

He settled on the couch.

Kotonoha went to the kitchen. She put on a pink apron over her clothes and got started.

She tried to focus on the food, but it wasn't easy. She hadn't orgasmed even once in the time Makoto was gone. And now that he was back, he had teased her a lot, but not made her cum. Her thoughts were starting to get a little hazy and she could feel fluids leaking down her bare thighs. Makoto still had her panties from before.

It would be so easy. She could simply reach beneath her skirt and rub her little button. It probably would take less than a minute in her current state. Hell, if she just squeezed her pelvic muscles that might be enough to get her over.

But she had to figure out a way to muffle her potential scream.

Maybe if she bit on something? A towel?

Or would clamping her mouth shut with her hand be enough?

But if he-

"Kotonoha?"

"Huh?" startled, she spun around. "Ah, it's almost ready, Sir."

She quickly focused back on the food. Kotonoha stirred the pot with her wooden spoon. A good thing she hadn't let anything burn.

Although if she had, maybe he'd punish her a little?

"What are you wearing?" Makoto asked.

"Just… an apron." Kotonoha was confused.

He embraced her from behind. His hands were on her belly. Then, he leaned in and whispered in her ear:

"Next time, only wear an apron. Nothing else."

Kotonoha bit her lip. He wasn't making it easier. "Y-Yes, Sir. Next time, I'll remember."

"Good girl." He lightly bit her ear.

Fuck.

A shiver went through her body.

Then, he playfully slapped her butt and walked away. Makoto sat down sideways on a chair next to the kitchen table.

Kotonoha took a deep breath. Stay focused. Dinner first.

A couple nerve-wrecking minutes later, dinner was done.

She turned off the stove and set the table for the two of them. When she was putting down the last cutlery, Makoto's words stopped her.

"Kotonoha?"

"Hm?"

"Strip."

Her breath caught momentarily. "W-What?"

"Take off your clothes." His voice was calm, but firm.

"I… But… now?"

"Yes, now," he confirmed.

"But… dinner is ready," she argued.

"Less talking, more undressing."

"I…" she bit her lip.

"Do you need a spanking first?" he threatened.

"No, no." She reached back to undo the rope belt of her apron. "I'm sorry, Sir. I was just surprised."

Looks like he wanted dessert first.

Well, she couldn't blame him for that. She wanted it too. In fact, it took a lot of self-control not to tear off both of their clothing.

Her apron fell down on the floor. It was followed by her blouse and bra. Lastly, Kotonoha unzipped her skirt and let it fall down. She stepped out of it and pushed it aside with her foot.

"Socks too?" she asked.

"Everything."

She took off her socks.

For some reason, Makoto wasn't undressing. Maybe he wanted her to do it? Kotonoha walked towards him. She intended to straddle him, but…

"Right." Makoto moved his legs beneath the table. "Let's have dinner."

"What?"

"You said dinner was ready. Let's eat."

"But…"

"But what?" he asked. A hint of a smile played around his lips.

She swallowed hard. "Nothing."

How much more was he gonna tease her?

Kotonoha slowly sat down. She was acutely aware she was leaving a wet spot on the chair.

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "Dinner?"

"Ah, sorry, Sir."

Kotonoha jumped up and went to fetch dinner.

"That looks good," Makoto said.

Kotonoha filled his plate.

He took a bite. "Tastes good too."

"Thanks," she said slowly.

Was she supposed to pretend like she had clothes on? Like this was normal?

"So, anything happened while I was gone?" he asked.

"I…"

Small talk? Now?

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"I…" this wasn't good.

He smiled at her, clearly enjoying himself.

Oh fuck this.

"Yes," Kotonoha said, her tone hardening.

"What?"

"Yes, something is wrong. You know I haven't cum in weeks. And now you keep teasing me. You're so mean." She tried to make it sound somewhat playful and pouty so he wouldn't get angry.

"Well it's not my fault you haven't come," he argued.

"Well, that… you're back now. But you sure are taking your sweet time."

"I feel like you're getting a little entitled," Makoto said.

"Well you-"

"Careful now," he warned her.

Kotonoha deflated. Her shoulders dropped down. "I know my orgasms belong to you, Sir. But that doesn't mean you have to let me wait so long. I can't even remember my last orgasm."

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"Forgot what?"

"I said your next orgasm would be from your ass."

"My…" oh fuck. He was right. He had said that, back then on the beach. That felt like a lifetime ago now. Sekai was still with them at the time.

He smiled. "You remember now?"

She nodded.

"Good, so now you know what to do if you want any chance of cumming again." He picked up his fork. "Eat up, it's gonna get cold."

Kotonoha slowly began eating.

This was a complete mindfuck. Makoto was literally fucking her in every possible way.

Looks like he hadn't bought those plugs for show. They would be using them soon enough, whether she wanted it or not.

They continued eating. Makoto kept making small talk. She tried to answer him, but she had no focus. She kept losing track of his words.

It took all her effort to eat normally.

The minutes ticked by. Makoto made no attempt to touch her.

Eventually, their plates were empty.

Kotonoha hesitated. "Can we… have dessert now?"
"Well first you need to clear the table," Makoto said.

"O-Okay."

She took away the plates.

Stay focused. Makoto would be angry if she broke anything.

Kotonoha put everything in the sink.

"Do you want me to do the dishes too?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "But not now. You can do it later."

"Okay."

She walked back.

Kotonoha folded her hands in front of her.

Makoto took something out of his pocket. "Here, put this on."

She accepted the blindfold and put it on.

Everything turned black.

Then, she felt strong hands on her body.

Makoto pushed her down so she bend over the kitchen table.

Kotonoha spread her legs wider without being told to.

Her boyfriend pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. They slipped in all the way. Kotonoha squealed. With the blindfold, she hadn't seen it coming so she couldn't anticipate.

"Not bad," he commented. "Nice and wet."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You know, the nice thing about you being such a horny slut is that I can just bend you over whenever I want to and go straight to town."

Kotonoha felt the heat rise to her cheeks. "Would you please… do that?"

"I don't know." He slowly pushed his fingers in and out. "It feels like you're gonna cum from just putting it in."

"I won't," she promised. "Please fuck me."

"Where?"

"My pussy. Please." She reached back and

"As you wish." His fingers pulled away, leaving her momentarily empty. She squeezed on nothing.

"Ah, please." She couldn't take this anymore. She needed him inside of her.

Then, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down.

Makoto lined up his cock with her and pushed forward slowly.

Kotonoha pushed back to get him inside faster.

He slapped her butt. "Don't move. You asked me to fuck you, so I will."

She bit her lip. "Yes, Sir."

Slowly, his cock forced its way deeper until it was all the way inside.

Fuck.

She bit down harder and tasted blood. But the pain only added to the intensity of the moment.

She had missed this so much.

He slowly pulled back. When he was almost all the way out, he suddenly slammed it forward.

Kotonoha screamed out.

He slapped her butt again, harder this time.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Keep going please. Harder."

He began to fuck her. One of his hands was on her lower back, the other one was slapping her butt. She was ashamed to admit she loved being spanked.

She felt herself climbing higher and higher. As she had feared, it didn't take long to get her close. Not even a minute in, she was a mess.

"Ah, please Sir. I… I need to cum."

"You know what to do," he said calmly.

"Ah, but…"

"Yes, your butt. That's right. Ask me."

"No, I… oh… please. I'm not ready yet."

"That's totally fine," he said. "But then you won't be cumming."

"Please."

"No."

She kept begging him. He indulged her a bit longer, but then, he gave her a firm slap on her butt.

"Enough. It's not your decision. Your orgasms belong to me. And you can hold off for as long as I say."

"Y-Yes, Sir."

"Focus on the pleasure you get from my orgasm."

"I-I will," she promised.

He sped up.

Wait… if he came inside then…

"Ah, Sir?"

"Yes?"

"Will you cum on my butt please?"

"Hm."

"You never came there before. Please. I really want to know how it feels."

"Alright."

"Thank you, Sir."

He gave her a couple more deep thrusts. Then, he pulled out and sprayed his cum on her butt. It felt surprisingly good.

Her poor pussy squeezed in frustration.

She felt him reach over and remove the blindfold.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Is it difficult? To hold off?"

She nodded. Tears were stinging in her eyes.

"If-"

"No," she cut him off. "I'm yours."

She could handle this. If this is what he wanted, she'd do it. She was just happy that he was still with her.

Makoto kissed her. She eagerly kissed him back.

"Alright," he said. "You should take a shower."

"We should take a shower."

He smiled. "Alright then."

He pulled her up into his arms in princess carry.

"Ah, Makoto-kun." She blushed.

"Something wrong?"

She hesitated briefly. "No."

Everything was alright.

Everything was perfect.