Ayame Utsunomiya sat at her floor desk, A bottle of sake on her right. She looked down at the class papers ready to be graded. She sighed as she put her pen down and stared blankly at the paper. Looking at the clutter beside her desk, She knew had a lot more to do than just grading papers. She was currently doing work that required the attention of three classrooms. Ayame thought about how she should make this easier for herself as she took a sip of the sake.
However, Just as she was about to go back to grading, Three loud knocks came at the door. She already knew who it was without even having to look. She got up and went to the door and opened it, Not at all surprised to see Tokinada standing on her doorstep.
Tokinada smirked at her appearance as he looked down at her. His eyes roamed a bit as he looked her up and down. His gaze landed in the undone hair she had previously tied up in a bun, A few stray hairs that framed her face. He pushed back a stubborn lock, Bringing it behind her ear before bringing his hand down to brush against the side of her cheek.
She did nothing to stop him, Instead peered at desk at the far right of the room. Ayame spoke, "You've come as I asked."
He chuckled at her bluntness. "Yes, You wanted to speak privately." He spoke, As he brought his hand to her face, Amused by the way her eyes slightly fluttered at his touch.
"Yes, My father has allowed you to court me." She chuckled, Her breath rank with the smell of alcohol. "You are very serious in your pursuit of me, That dead wife of yours must be feeling betrayed."
"I doubt it, A chivalrous shinigami loved her dearly but she chose to marry me to live in luxury, I disliked being married to such a self-righteous gold digger but my idiotic parents thought it was such a virtuous and progressive marriage arrangement." He claims, Irony in his voice, His hand moving lower now, To clutch the side of her butt, Enjoying the way her body jolted at his touch, Betraying the calm demeanor she was holding. He leaned in a bit closer, His lips almost hovering near her ear, "Killing you would be counter productive and I'm not as stupid to commit the same crime a second time... As the woman of my desire; I thoroughly want to see you debauched and laid spread out before me."
Ayame froze slightly, His words were said in his low and seductive voice. She could feel his low chuckle vibrate against her ear drum as his right hand caressed her backside. She felt a shiver go down her spine as she tried to focus and keep what little dignity she had.
She pushed his hand away and stepped back to put more distance between them. She was trying her best to ignore how his words and touch affected her.
He watched as she retreated into an adjacent room further into her chambers. Tokinada chuckled again and stepped into the inner room with arches covered with draped bright curtains with flower prints and idyllic themes of rural life.
"Are you trying to play hard to get, Ayame?" He taunted, the tone in his words playful.
She sat on a pillow besides a table, Saying, "I'm not drunk enough for my knees to weaken and besides playing hard to get seems to be working on you and all the suitors who pursued me."
He stood Infront of her, His eyes roaming her form once more, Dressed in her traditional summer night yukata, She looked like a doll. His eyes lingered on the slightly messy hair and he wondered what she would look like completely disheveled and flushed...
"You are a tough one to convince, I'll admit."
"As a young noble lady I was taught by my governess to always reject the advances of men, So far the advice has worked out well for me... But I'll indulge in you for now." She admitted with a knowing grin, "So... Tsunayashiro, You must know of the ancient feud between our families."
His smirk grew wider as he chuckled, "Oh of course, The Utsunomiya-Tsunayashiro feud... Yes, I'm aware of it all... I must admit the history of our families hating each other is quite amusing... I doubt a feud that started and ended centuries ago with the emergence of a third-party invader has any effect on us now... But your father seems to be quite forgiving in regards to the entire matter, even to the point of offering you up into my company."
He reached out and gripped the front of her yukata, Pulling her slightly towards him. He noticed how her breathing hitched and how her heartbeat quickened again. She looked at his hand that grabbed her yukata, But made no effort to push him away.
She kept her face neutral, Not wanting to show him how his touch affected her. She spoke as if they were discussing the weather, "Despite his harsh personality, My father has an open mind. So much so that he doesn't hold any grudge on the Tsunayashiro. A trait that unfortunately did not pass down to me."
"So you do hold some grudge on the Tsunayashiro?" He said, His dark green eyes still fixated on her.
"It's not a grudge per say..." She began, "More like I'm weary of you."
"Ah, But a little wariness is good." He said, Pulling her a little closer so she was closer. A hand came up and caressed the side of her face, Letting his fingers trail from her cheek to her throat. The pad of his thumb traced along the vein on the side of her neck.
Tokinada smirked, Feeling the way her pulse picked up again. His hand moved to one of the folds of her yukata and he began to fiddle with it.
"However I want you to forget about that... Tell me, What is desire to you?"
The feel of his hand on her throat was warm. She could sense the strength behind his touch, But it was gentle. It sent another shiver down her spine, Though she tried her best to hide it.
She paused, Contemplating his question. "Desire..." She thought, Her gaze moving to his. She could see the intent in his eyes.
"Desire is..." She spoke, Trying to ignore the way his hand began to play with her yukata, "The longing or craving for something in one's mind. What is it to you?"
A satisfied smile spread on his face when he saw the slight shiver that went through her at his touch. He continued to mess with her yukata, Loosening it just a tiny bit.
"Desire to me is the same as what you just defined. To desire is to want and to need...and to take what I want..." His hand moved to grapple her excessively long hair, Black tresses smelling of summer blossoms, "I'm sure you can guess what I want, My thorned rose..."
Her breaths hitched slightly, And she struggled for a moment to keep the neutral expression on her face. The warmth was becoming maddening. She tried her best to remain calm, But the more he toyed with her, The harder it became. He was so close to her, His fingers almost touching her skin. She could smell his natural musk, The smell of his hair and skin mingling with the sake she drank earlier.
He noticed the subtle signs. The sound of her increased breathing, The way her chest rose and fell quickly, her increased heart-rate. He chuckled at the sight. Seeing her like this brought him much satisfaction. How someone who looked so calm and collected normally was slowly being unraveled by his teasing.
His eyes roamed her face, Seeing how her pale skin flushed, And how her lips were now slightly parted as she tried to calm her breathing. He brought his hand further down to her breast, His fingers slowly running along the skin below her collarbone.
A small shiver went up her spine at the feel of his hand on her breast. Her breaths became more labored. It was getting harder to breathe evenly, And she struggled to keep her voice even.
"Tsunayashiro..." She said, Hoping to keep some of her dignity.
He chuckled as he continued to tease, His finger tips gently tracing the exposed skin of her collarbone, Enjoying the way her skin reacted to his touch. His other hand slowly pulled on the shoulder top of her yukata, Slowly pulling the clothing down.
"Ayame..." He whispered, His voice low and teasing, "How much more until you become undone in my hands..?"
He could clearly see she was struggling to keep her composure. Her breathing, The flush on her face and the way she looked at him, Almost pleading him to stop. He leaned in closer, The distance between their faces growing shorter.
She was struggling against herself. The rational part of her mind was telling her to push him away, That this is a bad idea. The other part of her was telling her to let him continue and wanting to lose herself in the pleasure of his touch.
"You're insane..." She said, Her voice breathless as he got closer.
His smirk grew wider when he heard the waver in her voice. He saw how she was beginning to struggle, Fighting for composure. The more he touched her, The more apparent it became to him.
He chuckled, Moving his head slightly to the side, his lips almost at the crook of her neck now. He heard the shiver in her breath as he whispered against her ear.
"I am insane..." He admitted, His breath hot against her skin.
His free hand moved down, Revealing more of the pale skin of her chest. Her chest rose and fell faster, Her breaths becoming more ragged. The sound was almost enticing to him.
"Perhaps you're also a bit insane, Ayame..." He teased, His eyes now running down from her face to her chest.
Her body flushed at his words and touches, Yet she still tried to keep an air of resistance, Her hands clenching and unclenching, As if debating on whether or not to push him away.
The feel of his hand on her chest, Touching the sensitive skin there was maddening. She could almost hear the sound of her racing heart. Her mind was a flurry of emotions and sensations, The alcohol not helping her muddled mind.
He could see how her body responded to his touch, Could hear how her breathing was becoming labored, And could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. This little act of resistance of hers was becoming more and more difficult for her to maintain, And it made him want to see how far he could push her.
He leaned in until his lips were close to her own. In this position, He could feel all her small tremors, The heat off her body and the way her heart pounded against her chest. He whispered, "I'm merely curious to see how you would be if I took you... and judging from your current state, I would say you're on your way to being very... unraveled. Tell me, have you ever been desired by a man? For example, Let's say... Your former fiance lord Kuchiki?"
Her face turned even redder at his words. The heat from her flushed face was like a red furnace. His proximity and the whisper of his voice against her ear was maddening. However the mention of her ex-fiance had snapped her back a bit. A bitter frown suddenly appeared on her face.
"I don't want to hear his name..." she said in an irritated voice. "He has nothing to do with this..."
A satisfied smile appeared on his face at her reaction. The mention of her ex was a touchy subject. He wondered if he could exploit that to his advantage.
"Does it rile you up that much to even hear his name? That foolish noble who left you for a rukongai woman, He was your fiance you know, A man who was going to marry and bed you until the end of days..." He teased, bringing his lips to the crook of her neck, "However it seems like he never... Took you?"
She tried to ignore the shiver that went down her spine when felt his lips on the crook of her neck. Her mind was muddled, His words were riling her up, But also enraging her at the same time.
She struggled to keep her voice steady, "Of course he never had me, You idiot. Kuchiki was a complete prude. He was too much of a gentleman to even go beyond the basics."
A chuckle of amusement came from Tokinada as he heard her reply. So Kuchiki was that much of a fool, That he never had his fill of her even when he was her fiance. He was tempted to rub her face in it even more, However he refrained, Instead using a soothing tone to speak with her.
"Well, that was a mistake on his part, Was it not? A prude who exchanged a golden goddess of a prize for a clay bowl..." His hand went from her chest back up to her face, His thumb rubbing over her lips.
She tried to keep a calm face but she could not help the shiver when she felt his thumb brush over her lips. Every time he said something flattering to her, She felt the heat rise again, Mixed in with the anger and confusion. Her eyes stared into his, Searching them for something in the depths, Almost as if trying to find something other than passion there in the sea of green.
"A prize? Is that what you think I am?" She said, In-between ragged breaths.
"Of course you are. You are a perfect prize. A woman with great intelligence and beauty, someone who is loyal and true... I can not think of many others more worthy of the title, And Kuchiki was foolish enough to throw you away without a second thought."
His words almost made her flush in pride. The feeling of his praise and compliments were like a drug, And it was making her light-headed.
She looked at him as he continued speaking, His voice filling her head with so many mixed feelings. One part of her was pleased with his words, And the other was still trying to keep her guard up, Fighting through the daze.
"Then why are you speaking so sweetly to me if you think me a prize, I wonder?" She said, In a voice that was almost teasing, "Who's to say you won't also throw me away?"
He leaned closer to her, Bringing his face close to hers, His hand moving from her lips up to her hair where he gently took a strand of it between his fingers.
"And why would I throw a prize like you away? Such an act would be the crime of half the millennium." His fingers coiled the strand around his hand, "I don't have eyes that stray, My dear."
His words made her swallow nervously. Her mind was in a whirl, Her heart pounding and all she could think about was how close he was. He was so close, So near that she felt as if she could almost taste him. The scent of his clothes and the heat of his breath enveloped her.
"Claim me..." She insisted.
A low chuckle came from him as he heard her weak repetition of his words. The look on her face was almost intoxicating to him. That flushed face of hers, The sight of her mouth slightly parted, It was almost too much for him to hold back.
He used the strand of hair that was coiled around his hand to slightly pull on it, Yanking her head back and exposing her neck to him. He heard her breath hitch at the action, And he couldn't help but let out another chuckle.
With his hand he tilted back her head, His lips dangerously close to her own. The action of him yanking her head back caused her breath to stutter. The heat from his hand holding her hair was almost burning, And all she could think about at that moment was how close his lips were to hers. He smiled slyly at the sight of her, Flushed red, With her head tilted back and her eyes wide. To him, She looked beautiful and almost defenseless, And it only increased his want for her.
"A beauty like you was made to be owned, And I plan on having you in my possession..." He said almost in a whisper, Staring at her exposed neck. "My woman, My property."
His lips gently pressed against the side of her neck, Starting from the hollow of her throat to the area just below her ear.
Her eyes closed shut as he gently kissed her neck. It was as if a jolt of lightning went through her body, Causing her breath to hitch and her body to shiver. His touch, The words he was speaking to her, It was making her so flustered she felt she could melt.
The feel of his lips on her skin was like fire, And it was both agonizing and addictive. She could not help the soft, Almost inaudible gasp that escaped her lips.
"Your woman..." She repeated in a whisper.
He could not help but let out a low groan in response to her gasp. It was like pouring oil on the fire, Fanning the flames even more. The feel of her soft, Flushed skin against his lips was maddening. Every sound she made, Every single shiver and gasp, It was driving him insane.
"My woman... That's right." He said, In between kisses, "And no one else gets to touch you but me. You belong to me from now on, Don't you, Ayame?"
His words were like a drug, Making her body shiver with each kiss he placed on her skin. As he moved from the side of her neck to her jaw and then up to her ear, His hand on her hair still holding her head in position, All she could think about was how good it felt. She didn't think she had ever felt this way before, This heated, This crazed, It was as if every single thought had flown from her mind, Leaving her in a daze.
"Only you..." She replied in a shaky voice.
Her reply made him want to claim her and take her right then and there. The sound of her shaking, Almost breathless voice sent another jolt of electricity through his body. He started to move from the spot under her ear, And began trailing kisses down her neck. His lips traveled lower, down to the crook of her shoulder, Her collarbone, And finally to her breast.
His hand coiled more of her hair, As he pressed his lips against the edge of her yukata, Just above her collarbone.
Every kiss was like fire against her skin, Making her shiver with every press of his lips. She could not move away from his touch, Not that she wanted to. A soft whimper came from her lips when she felt his kisses travel lower. She could feel the heat of his lips on her chest, The feel of her yukata being pulled down. She could feel her breath quickening, Her heart beating furiously.
His hot breath and his lips left a trail of fire against her skin. She knew her face and chest were flushed, Her breathing ragged, And she could do nothing but give in to him. She tried to keep her voice steady, But it was almost impossible, "T-Tokinada... Please..."
His name coming out of her mouth was like a prayer, A plea for him to stop and continue all at the same time. When she begged him, He knew he had her at his mercy. "Please, What?" he asked, With a hint of mockery in his tone. "Please... What, Ayame? What is it you want?"
She felt as if she was going to lose her mind. His tone, How he was taunting her, And his continued touch was making her feel almost dizzy. She could not think straight and hardly breathe, Her entire being was filled with him and his gestures.
She tried to gasp out her words, Her hands gripping the front of his shihakusho tightly, "Please... I need you... Please. I- I... can't bear it anymore..."
He saw the expression on her face and the way she was holding onto his clothes, Begging him to continue. Her face was flushed, Her eyes half-lidded, And all sense of composure was gone. The sight of her like this, Writhing in want, Begging for his touch, It was more than enough to make him go crazy.
"Need me, Do you..." He said, As his lips traveled back up to her neck, "You are soo wanton, aren't you, My thorned rose?"
The way he looked at her, the way he spoke, everything was driving her mad. She wanted to hit him, To push him away, Yet at the same time, She wanted him to keep going.
His lips traveled up Ayame's neck to her ear again, And she could hear him speaking, His voice sending another shiver of electricity through her body.
"Yes... I... I need you." She forced the words out through her ragged breathing, "Please... Touch me, Tokinada."
As soon as those words left her mouth, It was as if something broke inside of him. Any bit of restraint that he was trying to maintain was gone. Hearing her begging for his touch, For him to caress her, It was like throwing fuel on a flame.
He lowered his head and crashed his lips against her own, His free hand moving down to her waist and gripping it tightly. Her body felt flush against his own, And he could feel how feverish she was. It was maddening.
Her lips parted on instinct as his mouth crashed against hers, his hand gripping her waist tightly. The feel of his body against hers, His tongue delving into her mouth, It caused her to whimper against his lips. It was overwhelming, And all she could do was clutch his shoulders weakly as she gave in to the fire consuming her.
She tasted like honey and wine, And he could not get enough of her. The feel of her whimpering against his lips, the sound of her soft gasps as he deepened the kiss, the sensations only made him want more. He moved his hand down from her waist, Down the side of her body to her thigh, His fingers trailing down the smooth skin. He reached the edge of her yukata and began to slowly push it up her leg.
The way he was moving his hand down her leg, Pushing up her yukata, Every touch felt amplified. Her mind was almost numb from the sheer overload of sensations, And all she could do was hold onto him desperately.
She let out a soft gasp against his lips as she felt his hand move up her backside. Everywhere he touched felt like it was on fire, And she didn't think she could last much longer.
He could feel her body shaking against his own, Her hands clutching at him desperately, And he knew he had her completely at his mercy.
He broke the kiss, Only for a moment, In order to move his lips to her ear, Still continuing to slowly push up her yukata. He whispered against her skin, In a low, Breathless voice, "I'm going to make you completely mine."
The break in the kiss was agonizing, But even more so was his words in her ear. His breath, His voice, Everything was driving her mad. She let out a soft whimper as she felt his hand slowly pushing her yukata up past her hips. The feel of the cool air against the overheated skin was almost too much, And she found her voice to speak again.
"Please...Please do."
He let out another low sound, Almost growling against her skin, When he heard her reply. The fact that she was begging for him, Desperate for his touch, It was making his own restraint break more and more.
He pulled back, Just enough to look at her face. She looked completely flushed, Almost wrecked, And that only served to stoke the flames raging inside of him.
"A beautiful goddess." He said, In a rough voice, "All mine."
She felt utterly wrecked, Her body overheating, Her mind almost numb with sensation. Every touch, Every word from him was leaving her more and more desperate for his touch. She gripped his shoulders tighter, Trying to anchor herself.
His words, 'A beautiful goddess. All mine, And no one else's' sent another shiver down her spine. The thought of belonging to him, That no one else would get to touch her, And that she belonged only to him... In some twisted way, It excited her.
The way she was gripping onto him, The look on her face, Everything about her at that moment was driving him crazy. He knew he had to have her, Here and now. He pushed her back against the wall, Pinning her there with his body. His hands found her wrists, Gripping them tightly and pulling them above her head, Holding them in place. His free hand untied the sash around her robe.
He noted looking down at her flushed body, "No undergarments, I'm aroused."
She averted her eyes, Her mind coming to senses momentarily, "It's summer, Pervert."
"Pervert, Hm?" He said, A smirk on his lips, "I believe I am only acting like any normal man would in the situation." He leaned in, His forehead against hers, His breath hot against her lips. "Seeing a woman as beautiful as you, All flushed, desperate, And all for me. You can't expect me to just ignore... Are you prepared for what's going to happen next, Ayame?" He asked, His voice a smooth baritone.
She looked up at him, Her eyes almost glazed over in a haze, "I-I... I'm ready."