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Chapter 24

The sound of the belt sliding from his grip and landing in front of me echoed through my silent apartment. Light from the street catching the silver of the buckle, flashing like the eyes of a serpent coiled in front of me. He still hasn't stepped through the threshold of my door and even though I keep my eyes lowered, I catch his hands moving slowly up to the knot of his tie, tugging until it slides free.

"Minato," he prompts, his voice darkly amused.

"Please-please come into my apartment." My brows furrowed. Was that… was that a good way of phrasing that? "Sir."

A chuckle bounces around us, jolting me as he takes the short space between us in wide strides until he was so close that all I could see was his brown leather shoes and light pants. The soft sound of the door being closed and locked follows him and I can't help but gulp, uncertainty creeping into the stiff muscles of my shoulders.

"I'm not a perfect sub. I don't know what I'm doing." My whole body tenses at the low rumble of Nanami's voice, his words cascading over me. I can feel his eyes slipping along the crown of my head, the spaces of my skin that he could see from my kneeling position. He's so close, so huge, his body a towering wall of muscle leaning over me. "Am I doing this right? He knows what he wants and maybe - maybe that's not what I'm giving him."

Each word feels like an arrow aimed at my most vulnerable parts. My knees shift on the hard floor, my calves cramping as if even they can unconsciously sense my need to run away from this moment and hide away in the safe, secure aspects of my life.

Breath puffs from my lips as his fingers slide into the depths of my hair, curling and tugging until I have no choice but to tilt my head back. He is so big, I think dumbly. Kneeling like this, he looks like a statue, something indestructible, the sharp planes of his face and broad slope of his shoulders cast in darkness. He's all-consuming. He eats up every breath I have, every movement I make caught in the dark sharpness of his eyes.

"I wanted to start this relationship with you because of who you are outside of these moments," he whispers and I stop breathing. "I liked you when you got huffy at me in the coffee place. I like how you don't complain. How you smile even when customers are telling you you should be softer or less business-oriented. I liked it when you were fumbling over yourself, trying not to seem interested in me."

"You knew I was interested in you?" I blurt out, then wince. Of course, he knew that I was attracted to him.

A soft smile curls his lips. "Yes, Minato. Even when you were telling your staff not to take my orders."

I bite my lip, and his eyes track the movement, darkening.

A long, heated pause follows where he just stares down at me, my cheeks red and my teeth digging into my lips.

"So," he whispers, and his voice has gone gravelly and deep. "When I tell you to do something, know that I'm here, and I'm asking you to do it because I want to see you. I want to see how quickly you'll drop to my knees when I tell you to, how wet you'll get when I tell you to cum. And if you do something that I want done differently, then I'll tell you that, too." His smile is pure mischief, utterly sinful. "And believe me when I tell you that I'll love correcting you just as much as I love watching you get it right the first time."

My nipples tighten at the dark promise of his voice, my breath rushing from my lips quickly. Was every dom like this? Did they have a way with words like this man did? It wasn't really fair to all the other people in the world, was it, if this was their competition.

"Have I made myself clear, sweetheart?"

I say yes, sir, so quickly that my sentence stumbles into his.

"Good. So let's keep that pretty head in the present and away from all that self-doubt, shall we?" His hand slides away and I resist the urge to follow it like a dog. He eyes me for a moment longer, his hand sliding higher to tug the loose material of his tie from his neck, the luster of blue catching the streetlights and shining softly. It trails from his fist, brushing my floors.

"When I tell you to get onto your knees, I don't want you head bowed," he murmurs, that same hand that holds his tie coming forward to grasp my jaw. He tilts my head gently, making sure my eyes collide with him. "I want to see your face."

The toe of his leather show skims along my knee lightly before pushing to open my thighs, the cold material making me gasp. If I had been wearing a skirt, I would have been flashing everything by the time he was done readjusting the way I was kneeling.

"Thighs always apart unless you get uncomfortable and then you can use your safeword and we can readjust," he says. His big body folds, curling down as he crouches in front of me so suddenly that I gasp. A playful glint lightens his eyes as he gives me a smirk and then takes my hands gently, turning them until my palms are resting upwards against my thighs. "Hands like this - open - right here."

He stays that way, crouching in front of me, his eyes tracing along my thighs and then up to where my palms were spread before moving up to the swell of my breasts. Rough fingers dance across my wrists, creating circles against the vulnerable skin of my hands as his eyes ate me alive.

"Color?" My body sways to him, every nerve lighting as one hand moves higher on my arm, squeezing reassuringly at my forearm and then bicep. Just like that two warm presses of his hand before he takes them back down, muddling my brain with every pass. It feels achingly intimate. His brows furrow before flicking to me. "Color, little baker?"

What? "G-green."

He gives me a soft tsk, pulling away all at once and standing in one fluid motion. I miss him immediately, my whole body aching. "You're getting distracted."

If he was going to keep talking to me like I was a fully functioning human being while he was touching me, then we were going to be in some trouble.

His tie flutters to the ground beside his belt. His long strides carry him behind me before I feel him crouch once more, the packed muscles of his chest pressing to my back as he surrounds me. I try to turn to follow him, partly because he said he wanted my eyes on him and partly because I want my eyes on him.

"Keep those eyes forward, sweetheart," he growls and I immediately snap back. And then I see it. A sharp gasp burst from me, my whole body heating, my face burning.

I had forgotten about the full mirror I had put on the back of my front door. So that I could get a glimpse of myself before I went down to work.

Now it's showing me kneeling, my eyes wide and glazed, hands pressed to my thighs as Nanami looms just behind. A shiver of pure delight skitters up my spine at the way he looks, taking up so much of my entryway, his hair catching light from the street and turning it to silvery gold.

"Hands flat on the ground, beautiful. There we go. Such a good fucking girl." A whimper burst from my lips as his hands engulf my hips, dragging me back until my ass is pressed to his lap. With the mirror, I can see how his head is tilted down, his eyes heavy as they take in where he's pressed to me. I can feel how hot and thick he is through the material of his pants, his hips rolling into me in a way that makes all the air rush from my lunges.

One of Nanami's hand slides possessively over the curve of my ass and up my spine, his fingers delving into the thick strands at my nape. I feel so owned, his very hands brands upon my skin, one of his hands still squeezing my hip while the other tightened in my hair. I can feel my own wetness making a mess of my leggings, the need to wiggle from them and feel him against my bare skin nearly unbearable.

"Nanami - please -" I barely recognize my own voice, my words a desprate plea that broke off as Nanami's thumb rubbing over the curve of my ass before his hand is trailing fire from my hip to my thigh, fingers teasing along where my thighs met my outer lips.

"Ah," he murmurs, sounding sympathetic even though I can see the way his lips tipped up in the mirror. "You're so wet here, sweetheart. I can feel you making a mess of your leggings."

I was aching, every bit of skin unbearably sensitive. If he didn't touch me soon, I was going to-

"Move your hand again and I'll tear off these leggings just to paint your ass red."

I froze, my hand hovering a moment before I slapped it back to the floor. I hadn't even realized I had moved. "I'm sorry, sir." The words came out meek, dripping with regret. If he pulled away now I might actually throw a fit.

One tense moment bled into the other. My eyes stayed locked on his in the mirror, the tense planes of his face showing how happy he would be to fulfil the words he had uttered before.

Finally, he tipped his head, his eyes dragging along where his hand was still tangled in my hair and then down further to where his hips rolled into me, forcing a breathy moan from my throat. My pussy throbbed, my whole body tensing at the urge to squirm into him to relieve some of the ache he had created. "How many dates have you gone on since I first licked your pussy, Minato?"

Shock made me tense. "What?"

Dragging his eyes from my backside, Nanami gave me smirk, the darkness of his eyes brightening before he was releasing his hold on my hair, letting it tumble around me to reach for something in his back pocket. In one deft move, he slipped a few crumpled pieces of paper onto the floor in front of me, his chest pressing along my back, his arm coming forward to anchor himself just beside me. A silly thought slipped into my mind to move the few inches that separated our finger and curl my hand into his.

"It's quite the roster." Any chance of me answering him fled as he tugged at the band of my leggings, his hand cupped me possessively, fingers immediately slipping forward to dip along my wet folds. A helpless whimper slipped from me at the intimate touch, my whole body vibrating with need. His eyes suddenly snapped to mine in the mirror, trapping me. A single brow rose in obvious demand for an answer.

"I-" I could barely think over the hum of my own need. He had kept the forms this whole time? "My aunts-"

"Want you to get a husband," he breathed, his breath hot against my ear. My mind went completely blank as his fingers slid lower, parting my folds until he was able to graze delately against my clit. A low sound of appreciation rumbled through my back as he felt the wetness there, his nose nudging my ear as if in praise.

"Yes," I breathed, unable to think of anything but how close he was.

"How many dates have they had you go on?"

My eyes fluttered, closing as his fingers finally slipped back to my clit, smearing the wetness he had gathered over the sensitive bud. I couldn't stop the needy sound that slipped past my teeth if I had wanted to, two of his fingers pressing in slow, teasing circles as I tried despreately to keep my hips still. He had yelled at me earlier for moving my hands so I wasn't in the mood to see what he would do if I started to rock into him. But, oh, how I wanted to.

"Sub." His voice cracked across the apartment, jolting me out of my haze. My eyes snapped open, instantly connecting with his, drowning in the ebony of his gaze. The way he was looking at me, I would think we were having a board meeting, his brows all furrowed disapproval even as his hand played with my pussy.

"I-" I gulped down a breath, arching as he slid lower, his fingers circling my entrance. "Yes - um - they - they've made me go on a few."

"A few?" he inquiries and his fingers press teasingly at my folds, my whole body burning.

"9 - 9 -" I let out a sharp yelp as one finger presses into me, my eyes fluttering shut. He feels so good, his finger pumping into me before slipping away to rubbing at my clit. His knees press at my own, making me widen my legs, my back arch at the position. "Oh, please, Nanami."

"When I started this with you, maybe I didn't make myself clear." Release teased me, the scrape of his fingers inside of me, pressing along the top wall of my pussy, making me half crazed. "I want to go out with you. Exclusively."

He had. In my mind he had. I remembered because I was surprised by how straightforward he had been. "I said no," I panted, meeting his gaze in the mirror. I wanted him to know that I wasn't trying to toy with him.

A soft almost doting smile curled his lips as he watched me pant and whimper as his fingers continued to slide in and out of me. "I know, little baker. I'm not angry with you. I'm actually proud of you. It must have taken a great deal of courage to stand up to them." A shiver of gratitude sparked up my spine. His nose bumped affectionately against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "Next time they pressure you or set up anything you don't want, I want you to call me."

"Call you?" I stammered, trying desperately to stay focused as he did this amazing curling motion with his fingers, his palm grinding against my clit until my pussy tightened around him. I let out an obscene moan, my head tipping back until my forehead pressed to his chin.

"Call me," he repeated. His hand suddenly moved from the floor, pressing against my ribcage until I was leaning back, my spine crushed to his front. He sat back like that, nearly taking me into his lap as he continued to pump into me. His fingers grazed the underside of my breast, my nipples aching at the tantalizing scrape of his nails through my sweater. "Ah, I can feel you tightening up, sweetheart. You're almost there, aren't you?"

"Yes - yes - please -" My body was on the edge of pleasure, tingles starting in my pussy and shivering out to my toes and fingertips. It was right there - My fingers scrambled, one hand digging into his wrist, feeling the way his forearms tightened every time he pumped into me and the other reaching up and back until I felt the strands of his hair shift beneath my fingertips.

Blunt teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat, a low growl vibrating through him. "Remember what I said when you asked me to come up here? Remember how I warned you?"

I barely remembered my own name at this point, a third finger playing at where the other two were sliding into me. His palm ground against my clit one more time, softer. That edge slipped, the race towards release faltering as… he stopped.

"Nanami-" I could feel the whine working up from deep inside of me, shock making sudden tears blur my vision as he pulled his fingers gently from me. The soft kiss he placed to my chin was nearly as obscene as the wet sound his fingers made as they left me.

He pulled away slowly but to my dumbfounded mind, it felt like all at once, the cold left in his place, drenching my overheated body. It felt like I had been slapped or maybe pushed off of the edge of a cliff just to have a rope around my waist stop me. My blurry vision slipped up, up, up, up, up, as Nanami came around to the front, a sympathetic smile curling his lips and making me want to reach forward and bite his leg.

I was livid. "You-"

"I would advise against using that tongue in ways that will get you in more trouble, little sub." His face was one of empathy but his eyes held a warning that I wasn't entirely sure I was ready to see carried out. I clamped down on my words.

"I'm being punished." It was meant as a question but all that came out was a bitter statement. "Sir."

"Remember the last time I devoured that delicious little pussy?" His brows rose, eyes licking over me like he loved every second of watching me squirm, trying desperately to reign in my own need for release. My thighs pressed tighter together in an effort to quill my own ache.

"That was a few days ago," I protested, hot with indignation.

His smile was all teeth, wicked and utterly unrepentant. "Doms have long memories, sweetheart. You'll do well to keep in mind that your punishments can be postponed, but they won't be forgotten."

His fingers went to work deftly at the buttons of his pants. "Color?"

"Green," I say automatically because even though I'm a hissy mess the swell of his cock against the material of his pants is too enticing to pass up. And given the option of tapping or having my hands on him, I'll choose the latter every single time.

"Good girl," he purrs, his zipper rasping as he tugged it down. "Now you're going to sit there in your own need and take me down your throat. And after you have my cum on those gorgeous lips of yours, you're going to thank me."

Or I could bite off your dick, I think venomously.

His eyes light on my face, narrowing. "Keep up those thoughts and I'll take you to the edge for a week and leave you there. My punishments are pleasure, sweetheart. Think about that before you test me."

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