A/N In the past few months, I've moved from California to Kansas, started a new job and bought a house. Needless to say, I haven't been writing. But you guys have been so great and patient and I just wanted to thank you. So I hope you like this chapter and please leave me a review and a kudos if you do!

Warning! Lemons!

Chapter 15

"Come sit on my lap like a good girl."

A shiver, hot and cold all at once, skated up my spine, that little flame that I had always felt when he was around flaring. No one had ever talked to me the way Nanami had and the fact that I wanted to do everything he said, that it made me feel like I was slowly melting, both confused and excited me.

Still, I didn't move. I eyed the space between us, the wide splay of his legs as he leaned back a bit farther in my too-small couch, the muscles of his shoulders rolling beneath the wrinkled fabric of his button-up shirt. I waited for him to grow impatient, to show me something other than the controlled, calm exterior he had given me so far. No one could be this perfect. No one could make me feel so safe while seemingly giving up so much.

But he didn't.

He sat back, his eyes intent as they ran over me, taking in my flushed face, the harsh movement of my chest as I took quick breaths. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, moving slowly down every line of my body. It felt like a physical caress, like I could feel the hot outline of his fingers clasping my nape warmly, bunching the material of my sweater beneath my breasts, slipping along the fabric of my skirt. I shivered. And he kept on waiting.

He didn't press any further. He didn't speak or flick his fingers in agitation. He sat there and let me make the final decision, his gaze hot and unbearably appealing as he devoured me over and over again.

Self-preservation warred for a moment with the aching want inside of me, the latter dying a hard and quick death. I wanted him. I wanted this. And fuck it, I was tired of living in the safe little shell I had made for myself.

I took the space between us quickly, not letting myself think too hard as I slid into the space between Nanami's thighs. His head went back slowly and I felt my breath halt as his eyes finally met mine again, burning into me. I could feel the hard, hot press of his legs on either side of mine. He had told me to - to sit on his lap. My eyes darted down to his thighs, a blush searing up my spine at the impressive bulge currently pressing against his zipper. Not unaffected then. I gulped, jerking my gaze back to his in embarrassment.

He wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes were hard and dark, the lines of his face unwaveringly intent. My whole body caught fire, the material of my bra scraping uncomfortably against my suddenly sensitive breasts, my thighs squeezing together as I tried to quell the ache there. There was something about being looked at like that - like you were the very center of someone's world. As if no one, nothing else, existed but you.

"Thighs on either side of mine, Minato," he murmured and I gulped down another breath as I tried not to shake at the pure authority in his voice. Why did I like that? Why did I want him to tell me what to do?

Shakily, I tried to shuffle into the correct position. Was I allowed to touch him? How would I keep my balance-

His fingers curled around my wrists, taking my breath away as he guided my hands to the hard ridges of his shoulders. I felt myself grow wetter, my breath catching as his eyes drilled into mine, trapping me, pulling me under. It was such a simple thing but the fact that he had noticed- His hands slid away as I began to move, going slowly back to their languid position on my couch.

Clumsily, I slid one knee onto the couch beside his, blushing as it sent my breasts dangerously close to his face. My nails dug into his shoulders, trying to keep myself from shoving my boobs any further into his face. Not that he seemed to care. His eyes darkened, slipping from mine as they took in the curve of my throat and then lower. Could he see my nipples through the layers of my bra? I didn't want to look down to find out.

The position was obscene, his legs spread far enough apart that it forced mine to be indecently wide. I gulped as cool air drifted along the wet folds of my underwear, making me painfully aware of how turned-on I actually was.

For a moment, neither of us moved. I didn't sink further down to rest on his lap either, unsure if I should move and embarrassed to think of how intimately we would be pressed together. My muscles were slabs of concrete, tense and unyielding as I tried to navigate this strange new world I had fallen into.

I jumped as I felt Nanami's hand slowly curl around my knee, grasping lightly at the back of my leg. His eyes weren't even following the gentle grasping of his hands, his head still lazily tipped back as he watched my expression with calm intensity. For my part, I couldn't look away, the splay of his long fingers wrapping around my skin dirty in a way that I didn't entirely understand.

"You look beautiful like this. Spread out across my lap, waiting for me to do God knows what to you." I can't quill the shiver of arousal that travels up my spine, my whole body vibrating. I want him to kiss me. I want him to pull me down and unbutton his pants so we can both finally stop dancing around this burning center of something between us. But more than anything, I want him to be in control. His head tips to the side as he takes in the harsh breaths bursting from me, the arousal that I'm sure must be painted across my skin. "I promised you a punishment tonight, beauty. Are you still okay with me giving it to you?"

Alarm sparks through me. "A punishment?"

His eyes spark, flaring with dark desire. "A punishment." He repeats and if I wasnt so close I would think that he was completely unaffected. Like we were talking about the weather. But I can feel the way his fingers are tightening and loosen on my skin. I can see the way his eyes drag leisurely from my eyes to my lips, the dip of my collarbone, and lower. "We're going to see how long you can keep from coming while my fingers are inside that beautiful pussy." He lets out a long, slow breath, his face completely calm. "You seem to have a problem with asking for help. Maybe we can break that tonight."

"I don't," I snapped immediately, fuming as he gives me a long, hard stare. I knew how to ask for help. I asked my employees for help every day. Like bringing out the trash and…and… "Refilling the display cases," i blurt out, blushing and squirming a bit under his unwavering attention. "I ask Rika to do that all the time. And Haruto's really good at answering phones…"

What else? I racked my brain. There had to be something else. I had to come up with something else because the way that he was looking at me said exactly what he thought of my examples. And he wasn't convinced.

"Those are things," I hissed, enraged that I couldn't come up with more concrete examples. It was just easier doing the harder tasks myself. I knew everything about my business from the right flour to use for the lava cakes to the right coffee to order on holidays. I knew the plan. I had it already mapped out. It was natural for the leader to pick up all the slack and carry the heaviest parts. And it worked. I glowered down at his unimpressed face. Damn him it worked.

"Let's see if you can ask nicely for what you really want." I stilled, all of my attention focusing back on the possessive feeling of his hands digging into my thighs is nearly enough to make me whimper. There was a darkness to his expression that made my whole body tense, my every nerve waiting. His voice was hypnotic, low and rough. "Not just filling a display case or answering a phone when you're wearing yourself thin over a mixing bowl or proofing box. Let's see if you can tell me about the things that you want."

One of his fingers is dragging slowly up and down the side of my thigh, stopping just as it gets to the edge of my pants, toying with the thin band for a moment before sliding away. Goosebumps prickle along my skin in his wake, heat blazing through me

"Are you okay with that, baby?" I'm nodding, halting, nervous jerks of my head, before he even finishes his sentence. How can he ask that? How can he not know how much I've wanted him to even look at me all these months? His hands stop, and tighten on my thighs, a sharp reprimand, his expression scornful. "Words."

"Yes," I force out, sounding embarrassingly winded. "Yes, please."

"Such good manners," he murmurs but I can barely pay attention to what he's saying because his hands are sliding up my thighs, pushing up the waist of my skirt until he's there. His thumbs frame around my most intimate areas, stroking along the edges of my underwear in a way that makes me clench, silently begging for more. Slowly, one of his thumbs pressing the wet material of my panties aside and my fingers turn into talons, digging into his shoulders. "Ah, so wet for me, Minato."

I can't help it. I sink down, trying to move so that his thumb might graze - He pulls away with a tsk and I bite down on my huff of irritation, trying to tamp down on my own desire.

"Did I tell you to move?" His voice is a hard snarl, his eyes just as stony as his fingers dig into my thighs again.

"No," I whisper, trying not to sound like a petulant brat. His eyes track my slow movements as I force my body back where it was, hovering on my knees above his lap. Just as slowly, he goes back to where he was, a gasp slipping from my lips as he pushes my underwear to the side once more, his fingers grazing along my wet folds in the softest of touches.

His eyes meet mine, so calm and sure and steady that I want to weep. How can he be so solid when I'm being dragged under? I can barely remember my own name, barely focus on the words slipping from his lips. His head tilts, the tip of his nose dragging along my throat, his lips a distant ghost in its wake, soft and fluttering.

"Did you ask me to touch your clit, Minato?" His words vibrate along my collarbone crudely. I shouldn't like the ways he's talking to me. I gasp, heat clawing up my spine as his fingers swipe once more over the edge of my underwear, outlining the last barrier between us.

"Yes-" I jerk, his grip on my thigh tightening until I feel a prick of pain. "N-no."

"Why did you need to do as I said today?" I'm startled by the sudden question, my eyes jumping to his just as a long finger parts my folds, the rough pad of his finger dragging along my clit before circling my entrance. And every little thing flies from my head on a harsh exhale, all of my focus narrowing down to what he's doing. My whole body tightens, mind buzzing as I try and fail to focus. He had… he had asked me-

"Because you knew what - what we were - were getting into," I force out, unsure if what had just slipped from my lips on a rushed breath made sense because - a gasp bursts from my lips as he suddenly shoves two fingers inside of me. And I can feel how wet I am, my pussy clenching down on him as he gives a satisfied hum.

Nanami's lips curl a bit higher, his eyes lighting with interest as he curls his fingers, hitting a part of me that makes my whole world crackle. "Open those beautiful thighs a bit more, Minato." I can barely focus on that, a low moan slipping from me as his other hand forces my hips down, tapping a bit at my knees until I sink farther before kneading along my legs. As if he's silently praising me. Worshipping me. I shiver, need prickling along every nerve of my body, tingling along my tongue. "Good girl. Look at you taking me so well. You're gushing all over me."

My mind isn't my own anymore. It belongs to this spell that he's put me under - this new world that he's tossed me into where every one of my desires and wants begins and ends with him. His thumb meets my sensitive clit, rubbing in tight circles that have me biting back my own cries.

"I'm going to-" I start, my throat seizing around any other words as his fingers pump into me, setting a mind-numbing pace. I can feel myself tightening, my hips rolling clumsily as I try and keep up with him, sprinting toward the edge of a cliff at a rate-

A cry tears from my lips as he suddenly drags his hands away, leaving me clenching on emptiness. I pant, mind spinning as he sucks his fingers, still glistening with my juices, into his mouth. He looks so at ease beneath me; his head tipped back slightly as he takes in my flushed face, the haze I'm still trying to force away from my mind. I want to slap him, indignation bubbling hot and heavy in my chest as I snarl down at his serene smile.

"What the fuck?" I bite out, ignoring the way that his other hand is dragging languid fingers along my outer thigh. Distracting. Everything about him is so fucking distracting.

And still my whole body aches, nerves heightened as I try and recenter myself, clawing back to some sort of stability when only moments ago I was close to release.

His teeth flash in the first smile I think I've seen him actually give - but there's no real humor there. Sure amusement at the way my fingers can't stop trembling where they've knotted in his shirt. But mainly, it's nothing but scorching fire, dark and dirty rooms filled with brimstone and desire. He wants me. It's a slap in the face, but I see it nonetheless. For all the attention he has solely on my needs, he wants me. It's…terrifying.

His canines flash in a weak display at a smile and I shiver as some of the blonde strands that he always kept so neatly pressed back slipped over his ears. He looked far too devilish to be sitting beneath me in that moment. "Tell me why you needed to listen to what I said today."

I could breathe fire at that moment, a barely controlled breath slipping noisily from my lips as I tried to reign all that irritation in. I can control my emotions. I had been left wanting an orgasm before in my life by boyfriends. I glare down at Nanami. Sure, those boyfriends had never gotten me this works up, but that was beside the point.

"We were…" I search for the right words, my cheeks heating as he waits silently. "You knew what we were getting into today and I - I didn't. You knew the people that we would be meeting and what they - what they would think about me and you didn't want me to become a target."

His eyes take on a softer light as he stares up at me, the hand gently stroking along my thigh moving whisper soft to tickle along my hips and ribs and up my collarbone to the fine column of my throat before dragging along my cheek. His voice is soft and sure and strong when he finally speaks, those dark eyes of his keeping mine captive as if he wants to force every word he's about to say into the very marrow of my bones. "I was there to protect you."

I don't know what to say - a strange emotion bubbling up inside of my chest, pushing at the air in my lungs until I feel like my whole ribcage is full of bubbles. The truth was that I had been taking care of myself for a very long time. I can feel the unspoken words starting to quiver along my tongue, making my bottom lip wobble before I can bite down on it. The truth is that I had been alone with my thoughts and my bakery, and all my problem for so long that I wasn't sure I knew how to lean against someone anymore. Nanami's hair slips a bit farther forward, tickling his temples, and his hand slips, grasping my chin in a firm but gentle hold. Other people didn't need to protect me. I could protect myself. I could stand fine on my own.

I wondered when someone trying to help me had become more of an inconvenience, something to be wary of. When had life beaten that out of me? Strange…

His hand tightens on my jaw, snapping me out of my own thoughts. I clamp down on the shaking in my jaw, drawing in an uneven breath.

His eyes are back to being hard, his voice low and raw. "Say it."

I blink. Say-? His fingers drag along my pussy, and I let out a soft yelp. I had forgotten that his other hand had never really left that area. Heat blazes up my spine, unforgiving as it eats away any other emotion.

His thumb toys along the edge of my clit in the ghost of a touch, feather-light, enough to make my hairs stand on edge in want. "Say it, Minato."

Breath rushes from my lunges, every ounce of attention focusing down on the soft touches. Just like that, my orgasm is right there at the forefront of my mind again - the last embers of a fire that you had thought was already dead flickering back to life.

"You - you were there to protect me," I whisper, unsure if that's what he's asking even now.

I get my answer when his thumb drags a slow circle around my clit, my toes curling at the burst of pleasure that lights through me. I moan, nails digging into his shoulders as his middle and ring finger swirl around my entrance, gathering the gush of liquid there and coating me. I ache. I want his fingers inside of me again.

"You can trust me." His voice is low, hypnotic. I barely heard him. All of my attention was on the way that he was dragging hard circles around that one spot that made my insides clench, his breath hot against the layer of my sweater and bra.

Until all movement stopped.

"I - I trust you," I forced out, my thighs starting to shake as I kept myself up and then quickly lost it as his fingers pressed roughly into me, his thumb tapping at my clit. My breath sawed in and out of me unevenly, my hands sliding from his shoulders to dig along his back. My ears buzzed with each bursts of pleasure.

A low growl vibrated through him, teasing my nipples. God, how did this feel so good? His fingers set a brutal pace, pumping into me in harsh thrusts. I can't help the mindless motion of my hips as I try and arch farther into his hand.

"You trust that I can protect you," he purrs into my ear. I moan as his tongue drags along the shell, his teeth digging into the shell.

I want more than his fingers, I think dizzily, even as my whole body shakes with the impending climax that's quickly approaching. I can feel it. Just there, heat burning across my nape shivers starting to crawl up my spine.

"I trust that you can protect me," I babble, the world going hazy as he fucks me with his fingers in brutal drives. His thumb presses down on my clit before circling over and over again until I feel myself gush around him. "Oh god, Nanami. Please-"

Even though I was racing towards it, my climax hits me by surprise, blinding in its intensity. A sharp keen bursts from my lips, my fingers clenching into his hair. I shouldn't have moved my hands, I think dizzily. He didn't tell me I could.

"So pretty," he croons into my ear, his fingers moving in gentle pumps, his moves languid as I ride out the last of my climax. "I could watch you come for days, sweet. Keep that sweet little pussy gushing around me."

Weakly, as if my body is biologically compelled to follow his orders, I do as he says.

I let out a noncommittal sound, my whole body drooping like a flower set too long in the sun. My pussy clenches in silent protest as he slips free of me, another low sound of disappointment slipping from me, followed closely by his how deep chuckle. My fingers are still tangled in his dirty blonde hair so I feel when he moves his head to the side, the deep sound of satisfaction vibrates along his throat, ghosting across the shell of my ear.

He's - My eyes flick to the side, a fresh wave of heat traveling up my spine as his tongue laps all of the juices smearing his fingers. His eyes catch my gawking, his eyes keeping mine as he drags the flat of his tongue across the pads of his fingers. I would melt off his lap if I wasn't already a puddle.

Slowly the sound of distant traffic and people talking filters in, and with it, a vague horror. Did they hear me? Was I too loud? I felt like I had been pretty loud. If I was any more alert, I would be an anxious mess.

As it is, I can barely keep my eyes open, the events of the day crashing over me with the harshness of a stack of bricks. Nanami surely wants me to return the favor, though. I try and force this into my thick skull as darkness wavers at the edge of my vision. My muscles won't cooperate as I try and force myself to sit up.

"Come on, Minnow." His breath is warm as he presses his lips to the sensitive skin just below my ear. Beneath me, I feel the muscles in his chest ripple and flex as he stands, his fingers going to my thighs as he keeps me wrapped tightly around him. It's all so… safe. An ember of warmth flares in my chest, settling me. "Time for bed."

Bed. Right.

The familiar scent of flour and herbs tickle my nose as he settles me back against something soft - my bed coated in the smell of the bakery. I force my eyes open, a faraway part of me screaming to get my ass into gear because Nanami was still here, and he was everything I had been dreaming of, and I need to get up.

Nanami's hair is a mess, falling in handsome strands across his forehead and cheeks. He looks rumpled and so out of character that I want to lean forward and lick him in some weird possessive claim over this part of him that feels like is all mine. Come down here, I want to whisper.

Instead, I say: "That didn't feel like a punishment."

His eyes twinkle as he straightens, dragging his fingers through his hair to straighten it once more. I feel my lips start to pout. "The punishment is that you don't get another climax."

Alarm spikes through me. If I was any less tired, I would have sat up. As it is, I just stare up at him dubiously. Suddenly, I'm aching all over again. "Another climax? I'm happy with just one."

His frown is severe enough to make me gulp, his eyes darkening as he leans over me, his arms strong, muscles columns around me as his fists make the mattress sink on either side of me. "I'm not a little boy, Minato. I may have gone light on you today and let you come because you looked so fucking cute begging me but make no mistake that this was still a punishment. I want to see how many times I can make you scream my name. I want to see what your body looks like when you're so worn out from coming that you can't hold yourself up anymore." Every word he says pierces me, branding me and I can feel myself getting wet again. His eyes burn down at me hard as he looms above me. "Now tell me that you trust me so that I can tuck you in and say goodnight."

Words allude me. This suddenly feels like a punishment. Shaken, I whisper, "I trust you."

"Good girl," he grunts, his eyes flicking down to my lips with burning intensity before he lets out a tsk and stands.

My whole body feels like it's a second away from burning away. He's right. This is a punishment.