Michiru is not exactly surprised that Haruka is staying in a penthouse suite, and that the penthouse suite is both spacious and gorgeous. She tosses her purse and shoes aside, and takes a moment to explore the facilities.
Haruka returns to the guest area from the kitchen with cocktails in both palms, and hands one to Michiru. "Now darling, would you be mad if I said that half the reason I asked you to come to New York is to show you the office here and try to convince you to come on board, and the other half of the reason is so that I could fuck you senseless in this hotel room?"
"And what if I say that I am upset?" Michiru asks mischieviously, anticipating where this conversation would go. She tests out one of the armchairs, and sits back when she realizes how comfortable it is.
"Two options," Haruka begins, raising her glass for a 'cheers' and taking a sip. "The first is that I could apologize profusely for being so forward, and spend the rest of the evening begging for your forgiveness. The other is that I could take you anyway, and deal with your fury later."
"Both sound equally compelling," the aqua beauty replies with a demure smile. "Although it would be fun to see you grovel." Downing her drink, Michiru raises her glass to issue a silent challenge.
Haruka takes the bait and finishes the rest of her cocktail as well. Walking over to the younger woman, the blonde presses her lips forcefully against Michiru's, and runs her hands over her body. Kneeling down, Haruka guides Michiru's legs to wrap around her waist, then continues to place kisses on the other girl's mouth and neck. Suddenly, Haruka lifts Michiru out of her seat, and carries the small woman towards the bedroom.
Throwing Michiru down onto the sheets, Haruka quickly peels off the petite lady's dress, revealing her toned and flushed body. Haruka confidently reaches into her dresser for her props, and soon has the younger woman handcuffed to the headboard.
Michiru pulls against the restraints, but they are solid and there's nothing she can do to break free. She feels fabric over her head, and before long she realizes that she's been blindfolded. Moaning, she feels but cannot see Haruka's mouth on her breasts, her teeth on her nipples, her tongue on her stomach. Michiru's moans are temporarily muffled by the force of Haruka's tongue on hers. But the moment that Haruka's mouth moves on to other areas, the aqua beauty's sounds resume, even louder than before. She feels Haruka spreading her legs wider, and then feels the blonde's tongue on her clit, circling it and teasing it. Michiru again strains against the handcuffs, but to no avail. She gasps as Haruka's fingers tease her opening, sometimes moving in, but more often just exploring and pulling at her folds."Please," she moans, eager to be satisfied.
All of Haruka's actions instantly cease, causing Michiru to whimper. "Please...what?" the blonde whispers, voice huskier than ever.
"Please...fuck me," the aqua woman begs. "I want you inside me".
"Good girl," Haruka praises, before pressing her fingers into Michiru's wetness. Gradually building up momentum, going faster and harder, it is only a matter of time before Michiru shudders, cries out, and collapses, exhausted.
"Good girl," Haruka praises again, removing the blindfold and the handcuffs. Kissing Michiru's wrists, which now have a slight trace of red on them, the blonde leaves the younger woman to her dreams.