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."
He licked the outer shell of her ear, Enjoying how she jolted up at the feeling. She pushed him away from her and glared up at him.
"You have an extremely twisted and strange way of showing your affections." She says as she steps away from him and crosses her arms.
"You say that but you clearly enjoyed what I was just doing." He remarked, His eyes watching as Ayame went to her liquor cabinet to pour herself a drink.
"Why do you drink?" He asked with genuine curiosity as he watched her pour herself some wine.
She stopped pouring the wine and turned around to look at him with an expressionless face. "Why does anyone drink, Tokinada?"
He stepped forward to stop her from continuing to drink more. He lifted the glass from her hand, "I don't want you drunk." He claimed, Bringing the glass to his own lips and finishing the contents of the wine.
He gently held Ayame's waist as he set her wine glass down on the table. His hands roamed about over the sides of her waist as he pulled her in close to him.
"Is your violated engagement with Kuchiki the reason why?" He asked with a low whisper as he looked down at her.
She looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes before narrowing them at him.
"Yes but I suppose there'd be no way for a man like you to understand such sentiments."
"You're right… My dearest Aya." He whispered before a smirk danced upon his lips. He grabbed one of her hands in his before bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it tenderly, "I don't understand such weak sentiments, But… What I do understand is that, for someone who despises a man like me, you sure do hold back when you should push me away…"
His hands were back on her hip and he turned Ayame around so that her back was to him. He then pulled her back closer to him so that her back was pressed against his chest. He felt her jolt as he leaned to whisper in her ear.
"It makes me think that you might…" He paused as his lips pressed against the tender flesh of her ear. "Want the embrace of a monster like me, even though your heart desires someone else…"
Ayame was silent, unable to refute his claims. Her cheeks were flushed as his hands roamed around her hips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her silence must've been enough for him as he gently spun her around and brought his hand to her cheek, tilting her head up. He gazed down at her intensely as he asked, "Do you want me to help you forget?"
"N-No... Don't..." She replied weakly as one of his hands cupped her cheeks while the other came to rest on the small of her back. He stepped even closer to her to the point where her back was pressing against her desk. He leaned closer to her, their lips inches away from each other.
"Why stop me?" He whispered, his warm breath tickling her lips. Without a warning he captured her lips in a searing kiss.
She could immediately taste the hint of alcohol on his tongue. His kisses were surprisingly soft, contrasting his harsh demeanor. Ayame felt as if she was in a trance as he continued to kiss her, his tongue softly probing her mouth as if asking if she would let him in. She reluctantly gave in, allowing him access into her mouth.
He took that as an indicator to continue, his hands roaming around her back before coming to rest on her thigh. He gently pushed her to perch on top of her desk, and she did not stop him. He stood between her thighs, his hands on her hips as he continued to kiss her passionately.
After a minute or so, he pulled away and smirked at her panting face. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" He inquired as he brought his hand to her swollen lips.
"N-Not bad at all…" She breathed after a few seconds of regaining her composure. She then quickly pushed against his chest to distance herself from him. He stepped away as she hopped off her desk.
She smoothed the wrinkles on her clothing as she cleared her throat. "We need to talk." She spoke with finality, "I have some questions for you, regarding the Tsunayashiro... Why are you so adamant to marry me? Wouldn't it be better for you to look for some other noble lady? One that doesn't belong to the rival house of Tsunayashiro? The Utsunomiya?"
Tokinada sighed and rolled his eyes, "You think I haven't tried finding other women?" He asked with sarcasm on his tongue. "You'd be surprised to find how many women are unwilling to marry me, especially after the Kakyo incident… They all believe marrying me is a death sentence."
"However, you are different, aren't you?" He asked her, his voice low and sensual as he ran a hand through his hair, "You know perfectly well I'm incapable of feeling love, so you have no expectations towards me. You won't be demanding a 'I love you' and you won't expect me to be a doting husband."
Ayame's cheeks flushed up slightly. He wasn't wrong in his description of her expectations.
She crossed her legs and looked away from him slightly. "Then, why do you want to marry me?" She spoke while looking away from him, her tone a pitch higher.
"I have to admit that you are… very alluring to me…" He spoke, standing up from his chair and coming to sit beside Ayame. He leaned in close to her as he whispered "I'm also curious to see if you can tame me…"
"T-Tame?" She squeaked out, flustered from his sudden proximity. He raised a hand and gently caressed her cheek. He then leaned in to breathe in her scent.
"I want to see if you, of all people can seduce me. You look just like her, you know…" He mumbled as he placed a small kiss on her neck. His hand snaked around her waist to his own.
"Look like who?" She asked with a gasp when she felt his hand on her waist. He pulled her back against his chest so that he could run his hands up her stomach and onto her chest.
"My dead wife… What makes you different is your beauty and there's flesh to hold onto than just skin and bones, You are much more ample and curvaceous than she could've ever been, The ideal for any man looking for a worthwhile wife." He spoke slowly, his other hand stroking arm. He whispered into her ear, "I want to see if you can make me forget that wretched woman."
Ayame was breathless in his arms, unable to reply to him. He took her silence as an invitation to continue. He nipped at her neck softly as he whispered "Tell me, Ravishing beauty, 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 want you..."
She shuddered at the way he talked. The timbre of his voice was seductive and smooth. He pulled her body up and onto his lap, His hand still holding the side of her neck as he leaned closer to her.
"Now tell me...would you give in to my desire...and be mine for the taking?" He added. His lips were so close, His face mere inches apart from hers.
"Why should I?" She asked, Her breath quickening slightly just by being so close to him. A grin slowly spread across his face, His eyes twinkling as he chuckled lightly.
"You should..." He began, His hand letting go of her neck to cup her face instead, "Because you've nothing to lose... Tell me, have you ever been desired by a man? For example, Let's say... Your former fiance lord Kuchiki?"
"... What do you mean?" She replied, Her voice sounding slightly hesitant, But it was true. She did love Byakuya, And at first he did love her in return.
"Did he satisfy..." Tokinada said, His voice lowering into something that would make anyone shiver just from hearing it, "That desire of yours?"
Her cheeks burned at his words. This was the first time that they had been so openly discussed and she felt herself growing hot. She could feel his grip on her tighten when she didn't answer.
"Yes...he did. At the beginning he made me feel all those things." She told him. It was true what she said but it also hurt. She didn't want to think about the past, It brought only heartache.
Tokinada watched as she bit her bottom lip, She was clearly embarrassed. A smile spread across his face, He liked to talk about dirty things and he wanted to hear more.
He brought his face closer to her, His grin showing more and more. It was the same grin he wore when he was planning to do something terrible.
His free hand reached for her hair, Running his fingers through them as he said, "I want to be the one who does those things for you, I want to be the one to satisfy the desire within you. I want you to long and crave for me, I want to be your desire. Will you let me, Ayame?"
"Why…?" She asked quietly, Her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat and desire from her rise to new heights and she knew she wouldn't be leaving any time soon if he kept at it. "You said you don't know how to love. Why do you want me so much?"
"Love and desires are not mutually exclusive." He replied quietly as his kisses left her mouth and he started to plant them along her jaw and neck again, "I desire you, Lust and want you. But does that mean I know how to love you? No."
He left a small bite mark on her neck before he looked into her eyes again, "Hereby I will be blunt, I want to ravish you."
"You know this is not how to court a woman of my standing, right..." She said softly, Her hands cupping his face as she looked at him with her big violet eyes. Her face felt hot, "Not that I mind... I prefer blunt intent honestly, But I also know that you're playing some sort of sick game with me."
He smiled slightly, a cold gleam in his eyes. "And what makes you think that?" He questioned, His lips curling into a smirk. He knew that she was smart enough to see through his charade, but he didn't care. He wanted her to know that he was playing with her, to feel the thrill of the chase and the fear of being caught. "Perhaps I'm just tired of playing by society's rules."
He leaned in close to her ear, whispering, "Maybe I'm just a simple man, Ayame. I see something I want, I take it." His breath tickled her skin, sending shivers down her neck. His grip on her hair tightened slightly, pulling her head back to expose more of her throat to his hungry gaze. "Your status means nothing to me. All I see is a beautiful creature that I want to possess, to mold to my whims." He let go of her hair and his hand traveled down to her waist, pulling her body flush against his. "But," he added with a chuckle, "If you think I'm playing a game, then by all means, play along. It'll just make the eventual 'checkmate' all the more satisfying."
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."