Hallo and welcome back!
First of all I'm taking liberties with the Geisha culture because I just couldn't find enough information about the history and then I decided just to wing it. Second, this was hard, I had a vague idea of what I wanted (thank you Mula on ao3, your comment inspired this) but it turned out to be A LOT harder than I had thought
Thanks to ghost for the review, I'm glad you enjoyed it and am really flattered that you go through the effort of reading between the lines like you do!
As for Hiyori Kozuki's review… I'm afraid you might be in for a bit of a disappointment, but, I think Zoro had made his feelings plenty clear in the past, didn't he? Or are you waiting for the big "I love you"?
As always a huge thank you to Rexica for beta reading this mess and as always for pointing out stuff that I just assumed was kinda obvious, shoving me back on the right track and improving this chapter tenfold. Check out her story Disinhibition, her newest chapter is already done and will be up soon!
Also there's a big announcement at the end!
Last time Robin finally found it in her to admit to her feelings and later she and Zoro informed the rest of the crew, Luffy married them and we can assume there was a long celebration behind the scenes.
Now we skip Dressrosa and all that and go straight to Wano. This chapter happens before we join them in the manga or anime.
The old woman sent the girl to lead his way with the vague tone of disapproval she always held when she saw him. She was never rude, of course - he provided for Robin's clothes after all - though he knew it drove the hag insane not knowing how a filthy ronin such as himself could have the money to provide for a geisha. He followed the child to Robin's room. Wasn't cheap by any means, but what did he care, wasn't really his money after all. The child slid open the doors in a bow. Didn't matter if Nami put all of his expenses on his tab later. Fucking hells was it worth it, seeing Robin like that, in a lavish Kimono with her hair tied up in an equally elaborate hairdo, elegant white neck exposed as she bowed low before him with only her fingertips touching the tatami. Fuck, he'd probably pay for that even if he hadn't gotten a hefty allowance for the explicit reason to provide for her lifestyle. Shit, could they keep all that stuff?
The paper door slid shut behind him. Fucking hell, he knew he couldn't touch her; it was already late in the day. Actual customers would be coming soon, requesting her presence to spill all their dirty little secrets. She wouldn't be able to put on all that makeup again in time if he smeared it; wouldn't be able to redress in all the layers and all the obi. He didn't even want to think about the cost of her hairdo. He'd made that mistake before and had not eaten for a week as a consequence…. But fucking hells did he want to ravish her.
"Play me the shamisen," he said instead. He wasn't a man of culture or the finer arts, but he could definitely understand how men could bankrupt themselves for this kind of entertainment. This dream. He'd been just shy from ripping off Law's head when he'd suggested Robin go undercover as a geisha. Like hell he'd allow something like that weeks after Luffy had renounced responsibility for her life… How the fuck dared he to ask her to do what Crocodile and the likes had made her do? And she'd been entirely too fucking calm about it! To the point he'd felt like a fucking idiot to get so worked up by it. Wasn't like that, she told him, wasn't her body she sold here, was a dream, an illusion. Men didn't want her body, but her company, at least that was all they were going to get. Wanted her to be whatever it was they needed at the moment, while she'd sit there with a smile on her lips, filing away all the information they'd unknowingly give her. Usual spy work she'd said, work that she excelled at, so it made absolute sense to put her in that disguise. Fucking way she'd said that, with that calm smile that promised certain and painful death… Fuck, she was a spy alright, smile reminded him why he'd been so fucking weary of her when she'd first joined. Could kick himself that it had taken him 'til Enel to finally realize that she was just a woman, just a human, and no fucking monster like Enel or even he himself or Luffy…. So yeah, that smile had shut him right up, was her own woman, and old enough, healed enough to know what she could do in that regard and what she couldn't. All he could do was play along, get her the job and keep her safe, while she'd pretend to be everything a random wealthy stranger needed. Fucking shame she couldn't be what he needed right now...
He listened to a few tunes before he started to quietly recount the recent developments in their plans. Soft petal lips kissed his neck when he was done, immediately after they whispered the latest gossip of the capital in his ear. Boring shit he didn't give a single fuck about, but still made sure to remember word for word. Not that it was easy with her breath fanning over his skin when he knew he couldn't just pin her to the ground and have his way with her. Well, not yet he couldn't. He'd have to wait patiently at the bar until other men had their fill of her. Wasn't like he was jealous or anything, not in general at least, but fuck if he didn't want her right fucking now.
He left her when the little girl came back to tell them that her first customers were there and took his usual seat in the darkest corner at the bar. The sake was already there. They've all gotten used to him by now, apart from the old lady of course. But still, even while shooting daggers at him, she stayed true to the deal they had. Through bit teeth, she recounted all the little transgressions Robin had made since the last time he'd visited, all the little transgressions that she'd punish all the other girls and women for. But he wouldn't have any of that. Going incognito was all very well, but fuck if he'd let anybody else punish his woman. And especially not if it wasn't the fun kind of punishment, but the oppressing kind. They all had learned that this seemed to be normal in the land of Wano, or at least not frowned upon, and if Luffy was here, there was no fucking way that they'd just settle in like that. Fuck their mission; this kind of abuse made all their hackles rise, and he could imagine Robin's most of all. Luffy wasn't here though. Who was here was the more rational, practical part of the crew. The bit more patient part. They'd bide their time, because they knew this country would be getting a thorough makeover once they were done with it. In the meantime, they'd turn a blind eye to all the small and big injustices and not hold the old hag's nitpicking sadism against her. Fuck, if they forgot about the other women under her thumb, it even came in handy for them. Sure as fuck gave them a great excuse for a little playtime every now and again.
He was well in his second bottle when her first visitor left, and from experience, he knew that it wouldn't be her last… It was all according to their plan really, was perfect for gathering information, but fuck… He'd had no problem waiting for her to accept her feelings, would still be happily waiting, but gods fuck this shit. She was already his! His wife even. She really was. Sure, Luffy said a lot of bullshit all day and everyone was happy to ignore his inane babble unless it was an actually emphasised captain's order… fuck, even then, if Nami put her foot down the captain's order wouldn't go through. That was exactly the point though. Nobody would have given two shits about him declaring them married, except for the cook of course. What really had married them, ironically enough, was Nami accepting the proclamation by furiously reprimanding the boy. Funny how everyone thought he was second in command… Fuck yes, maybe he was second in command if Nami was the captain and Luffy just the thing generating random ideas.
He didn't really mind though, didn't have any plans to fuck this up and let her go anyways, didn't matter what tag anyone gave their relationship. She was his and would be until she got sick of him.
Maybe his treatment of Robin was also something that didn't suite the owner of the place. While she didn't hesitate to slap her girls across the face herself, she apparently couldn't understand how Robin was still so devoted to him when he did the same. Or maybe she was just jealous that she wasn't rewarded with a breathy thank you everytime she disciplined her employees. Hadn't been easy to convince the boss lady to let him handle the punishment, had taken a lot of threatening and sweet talking alike, and it had baffled him how the woman could be so protective of her girls against men while not seeing any problem in beating them up herself. He'd made it a point to keep play with Robin as transparent and obvious to everyone in the house as possible. Partly to infuriate the hag, and partly to show all of them that something was wrong with how things worked around here. Didn't do shit though..
It had surprised him a bit that Robin had gone along with it, proved that it was a very reasonable plan with no better, easier or more enjoyable alternative. Sure, this whole punishment thing kinda was his expertise but no fucking way would she agree otherwise and no fucking way would he have been able to convince her on his own. Maybe it was because they weren't themselves here, maybe because whatever happened in Wano would stay in Wano with their isolationist policy, but neither of them really cared that there were rumors about the beautiful new geisha and her abusive danna. Certainly not Robin, who never tired of telling him how many offers to free her from his oppressing hands that she had gotten during his absence.
When he returned to her, she'd already stripped down to the last layer of the kimono. The same pure white as her face and the sudden urge to paint it red almost took his breath. Couldn't do that here.
She bowed low at his feet, just like before, the ornaments in her hair just giving the faintest of sounds, the pale back if her neck exposed. Fuck, did he want her.
"You had fun, O-Robi?" He asked her through grit teeth.
She even had the audacity to smile at him, fuck. "Why yes, Zorojûro-sama, I've grown quite fond of the attention."
The hot darkness in his guts coiled tight at her teasing words. Well, she had his attention now. That should satiate her for awhile.
"Undress," he ordered, and she did. Standing up, she let the white silk fall from her shoulders to reveal her naked glory. Made him chuckle. Eager, wasn't she? Hadn't undressed herself for him before, had redressed, because all the layers of binds trying to keep her tits in check were gone, only thing left of those were the red welts where the fabric had cut into her skin. Fucking delicious. Maybe they should talk about the whips again sometime. She'd come a long way since they had started this.
With Wado still sheathed, he tapped the insides of her thighs, prompting her widen her stance.
"Hands on your ankles, Robi." He had felt her intent to do so almost before he'd even said it. She'd known it would come, course she had; it's become a ritual of a sort over the last few weeks.
"How many," he asked her while admiring that plump rear of hers, exposed and waiting for his attention. They both knew very well that this wasn't about her transgressions against the hag, never had been.
"27."
Fucking hells. "I want you to count them, Robi."
"Hai, Zorojûro-sama."
He'd considered having her hands on her knees, just to give him more meat to work with, but had come to the conclusion that he quite liked the way she had to expose herself like that, that bit more vulnerability she showed in this position.
He caressed her left cheek, pulled taunt over her bones avoiding her wet lips as best he could. Warmed her up, get the blood flowing, couldn't just start spanking her like that. Not in this position with so little leeway, and not with his lack of depth perception coming from his missing eye. If he didn't want to bruise her bones he needed impeccable aim.
He started slow, soft almost, experimenting, just enough to make her voice quiver and her body sway just a little bit.
"One."
Adjusted his stance.
"Two."
He'd have to steady her soon.
"Three."
He halted at seven, feeling her drifting away as her voice started to break. Caressed that angry red glaring up at him. Wouldn't do for her to go into subspace, they needed to stay alert, both of them. This wasn't the safety of Sunny. Fuck, she got there way too easy and way too quick… Fucking miracle considering that she had trouble with haki because she just couldn't let go of her rationality, while she threw away every ounce of sanity as soon as she was at his mercy. Fucking enigma the woman.
Turned to the other cheek, still pale and unblemished. He'd change that.
"Eight," she cried out as his calloused hand met the flesh for the first time.
"Nine."
Fuck, he'd never tire of that voice of hers, usually so calm and controlled and now calling out, crying, sobbing. He gave her another break once they reached 14, changed the side again.
"15," she cried, and he could feel the audience outside. They heard the slaps and her strained voice, he knew, worried about their poor sister because while they could hear the tears in her voice they couldn't hear the steady drip from her cunt soaking into the tatami.
"16."
Just like their Kaasan, they seemed to think that it was normal for her to hit them, but not for him.
"17."
Such twisted morals…
At 21 he switched sides again, aware that she needed the breaks to keep her rooted to the tatami instead of flying off to the gods knew where she went.
"22," she sobbed. He knew that sound; she was close to losing it. Needed more time to calm her down, kneaded her cheeks instead.
"Can you hear how they pity you, Robi," he asked, knowing full well how loud those gossipy whispers were screaming in her ears, and all he got was a weak whimper for an answer.
"Speak up, Robi."
"Yes, I can hear them, Zoro-sama," she cried, confirming his suspicion that she was too far gone for the larger play they were playing.
"What was that, O-Robi," he asked, stressing her alias, purposely using the honorific as well, and he felt the change it brought in her.
"Yes, I can hear them, Zorojûro-sama," she corrected, and he hummed his approval. Much better. Playing on her shame worked way better when she was lucid anyway. Pulled her up at the neck, pushed her 'til she had to hollow her back, 'til he could look into her tear smeared face with the white paint all over the place
"Think we should let them in and see for themselves? How much you enjoy being punished like that?"
Despair. Delicious, magnificent despair in her eyes. Pleading.
"What would they think of you if they saw you wet like that?"
She shook her head. "Please don't, Zorojûro-sama!"
"And why not?"
"They'll see me for the punishment hungry slut I am," she sobbed, and he was momentarily taken aback by hearing those words from her. He'd never prompted her to say anything like that, strictly abiding to her rule of no pet-names whatsoever. Her energy was calm though, no more worked up than any other time they played.
"Damn right you are, hands back on your ankles." They'd talk later, right now there was still punishment to be dealt.
"23," she sobbed simultaneously as outside one of the geisha gasped; they had thought it was over.
"24."
At least she had calmed enough again, and the last few spanks, despite being fairly hard, weren't enough to make her drift again.
"27," she breathed, treading the fine line between disappointment and relief.
"Thank you, Zorojûro-sama." Fuck yeah, hopefully the old hag had a good set of ears on her. He pulled her up by the neck again.
"How long since your last orgasm," he asked, knowing full well how long it had been as did probably everyone else of the Pirate Alliance Friendship who'd been on Wano at the time.
"Five weeks," she sobbed, whole body trembling. He hummed, "Right, and why's that, Robi?"
"Because I'm treating other man as I should only treat Zorojûro-sama!"
"Will you stop doing it?" he asked and felt her indecision as if it was his own. Knew that she couldn't stop because otherwise she'd never gain access to Orochi's castle, but she sure as fuck wanted to throw it all away right now. What a spy she was.
"I can't," she cried out, desperation palpable.
"No cock for you then," he closed and let go of her. She sank to her knees in front of him with a pout and a mewl, and for a moment, he considered jerking off on her, but... that'd just be the second best thing for her, wouldn't it?
Just like the last few times, he got the soft cloth and the washing lotion. She sure was pretty with her makeup, but honestly, it could be anybody under that. She wore it like an armour of anonymity here, or any time she and Nami dressed up. Didn't want her to hide like that in front of him.
"I prefer you naked, woman," he declared after having wiped her face.
"Fufufufu, I also love you for who you are, Kenshi-san."
Hope you liked this chapter, please leave a review and tell me what you think! The next chapter may or may not be out in a week, depending on how the writing goes!
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