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I apolozing for the lengthy absence. I went through a wringer mentally and emotionally. Everything is pretty much going toward school right now, but I do miss writing and look forward to returning to writing.
Her immediate response is shock mixed with an overwhelming desire to climb into an empty box and disappear forever. Yuzu becomes hyperaware about how wet her panties have become, and its creeping down her thighs. Begging might convince him to turn it back on. Is that what he wants? Her lips are stitched together, and she wishes he had shown off every empty box beforehand. It might not hold any romance, but she would have some ideas on appropriate hiding spots.
"I can take more," she whispers shakily. "I would enjoy more."
Kisuke dangles the remote control between his fingers, smirking. "You couldn't take much more, and we're doing edging."
"What is edging?"
"I'm beginning to feel like some dirty old man," he exclaims, putting a hand against his chest. "I keep stealing and explaining these things for an innocent girl."
How could she argue with that? Arguing will just prolong what she wants. Pouting will reinforce his naïve little girl beliefs. Determined, she raises her chin and nibbles on her lower lip. His eyes become hazy and then she makes her move. Yuzu raises her skirt, spreads her legs ever-so-slightly and cocks her head.
"I like being corrupted," she whispers. "I like our game."
"I still feel like a dirty old man," he retorts but drops his hand and smirks. "Edging involves approaching an orgasm and stopping before its achieved. Its typically done several times before giving in and allowing the body to achieve it. Then, it is so much more intense. It's not just limited to masturbation either."
"Does it resemble an adrenaline rush? I understand why people become adrenaline junkies, chasing their next high, hoping the next one is more intense. Wouldn't you prefer a quick finish, though?"
His eyes become darker. His hand drops, running over her panties. His touch is too light to provide any real comfort, but she still draws a sharp breath and pulls her hips back.
"I can do quick and dirty whenever." He shrugs. "I can do it alone. I know just what will take me over the edge. I get off, but no accomplishments or happiness. Edging demands patience, determination, and care. I push things too far? I go too long? I can harm my body, which removes any pleasure from the act."
"Will this hurt? Is anyone going to know?"
"I've arranged it carefully," he promises. "Everyone will be working in the basement and shouldn't be coming up except for bathroom breaks. We're doing something pretty mild, but establishing a safe word won't hurt. It shouldn't be a word you use casually or something like stop."
"Is snowflake okay? Growing up, I never liked scary movies like Ichigo or Karin, but enjoyed spending time with them. To avoid the scary scenes, Ichigo and Karin would use the word 'snowflake' as a warning to cover my eyes and ears."
"You're certainly as pretty as a snowflake." He pauses and laughs. "Was that too cheesy? Does that even make sense?"
"I've heard cheesier, but it usually comes from my father. Does that count for anything?"
Kisuke tosses his head back with a groan. "I have the urge to explore something else now. I already decided edging would be enough for today."
"Was it something I said?"
"I'll tell you another time," he promises and wags the remote control. "Let's focus on this for now."
Yuzu bites her lower lip and drops her skirt. It is going to give her far more than some mild satisfaction.
Kisuke gives her panties one final light stroke, flips her upward, and backs away with a sigh.
Yuzu continues to work like everyone else is around. Kisuke follows her through her work, maintaining a polite distance as she restocks, sweeps, and fills inventory orders. Her usual pretty writing has been scrapped for nervous hurried scratches, unsure when he intends on beginning.
He begins without warning. His expression is hopeful rather than cocky as he shows her the remote control – on the lowest setting. Yuzu pouts despite her earlier resolve to appear semi-mature in this game.
"I'd rather not overwhelm you," he says. "We can begin slow and work towards the more intense stuff. How well can you write with this going?"
"I've managed with worse distractions." Yuzu raises her chin. "I can manage this fine."
Her cockiness is faker than her claim that she doesn't mind facing gigantic men unwilling to receive an injection. but she takes a deep shaky breath and continues with her writing. Someone accustomed to poor handwriting could probably decipher or guess what she's trying to write. The persistent buzzing acts more like an itch, one which she cannot scratch. She settles for rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing her thighs as much as she's allowed, and shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"You're getting distracted," he sing-songs. "I better turn it down for now."
Her whine goes ignored. Her hips buck forward and backward once before he turns it off again. Now, she doesn't care one single bit about pouting.
Her pouting continues on-and-off throughout work. Her thighs and underwear have become damper and more and more uncomfortable. Yuzu fights the urge to run for the bathroom, wipe her thighs down, and splash some cool water on her face like that could help, especially as he becomes relentless.
Kisuke leans back against the wall and begins fussing with the remote control. He raises it higher and higher, watching as she gasps, stutters, and searches for something she can grind on for more friction. Her focus turns towards the wall. Grinding against the wall would be work and isn't even guaranteed to get her off given that he might turn it off. Her cheeks, already warm, begin burning as she contemplates another option, one which he might give into later.
"Has there been any consideration for other toys?" Yuzu gasps. "I appreciate these, but…"
"Do you need some friction? How does a suction cup dildo sound? You could receive some oral practice or have some private fun. Skin tastes, feels much better than the fake, though."
She's never even touched skin without a glove, and never inappropriately. Is a toy enough to build confidence, especially when bought from someone else? How can she learn through a toy which doesn't react, respond, or encourage her? A delicious heat curls tight, tighter, and tighter in her stomach. Kisuke's hand wanders down his chest and towards his obvious erection.
What does he prefer? Imagining him freeing his cock – when did she begin calling it a cock? Her knees threaten to buckle as his hand moves closer and closer. Is he going to remove it? Where will he finish? Will he ask to finish on her or ask she finish him?
Overwhelmed with desperation, she tugs her skirt and panties down. Gasping, she fumbles, desperate until she can grip the vibrator and toss it aside. Her skirt and panties join it, a forgotten pile on the floor. Yuzu gives him no chances to object.
Ignoring her thumping heart, she stumbles over, grips his shoulders, and plops down on his leg.
"Don't say anything," she begs. "Just let me do this."
His pupils have gone wide. his hand slides into his pants, bumping her as he grips his cock. His nod and the first sure, smooth slide is all the reassurance she needs.