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Getou opts to be calm, and rather than screwing his eyes shut, he chooses to close them slowly. Calmly. He can almost feel your smile grazing his ear, your breath fanning over his ear shell and prompting goosebumps to prickle his skin. Calmly.
“What would you like from me today, Sugar?” you ask, pulling away, a sly smile decorating your lips at his obvious discomfort.
No, Getou didn’t expect this at all when Gojo said he had a surprise for him. The man had sent him off in a really nice convertible to this really nice-looking establishment with some really nice-looking employees, but it failed to dawn on him that this was the real agenda of the evening. Whatever this is.
“I—I’m not sure,” he begins, eyes glancing up and down your figure before throwing his gaze elsewhere out of bashfulness. It doesn’t help that you’re wearing lacy lingerie with thigh-high boots. Getou hasn’t been with a woman for a very long time and he’s reminded of the appeal. “It’s my birthday today. I didn’t know what my boyfriend meant when he just left me here for the night.”
“Hm,” you hum, getting to your feet to retrieve something from your bag. You pull out a crumpled sticky note. “So your boyfriend left a list here for me…”
Getou feels his whole body tense up.
“Let’s see. ‘ Pull his hair really hard – he loves that – he loves being edged, likes getting marked, has never tried vibrators before. You can be rough with him, just give him the whole shebang!’ ” you read out loud. There’s a little smiley with a blindfold and a peace sign drawn at the bottom corner. Your eyes flicker up to look at Getou’s face only to see his expression morph slowly into that of horror.
You bite the inside of your cheek. You have to hide your amusement, lest you scare him away. “Well, that settles it. Let’s begin, shall we?”
“Wait, wait, wait wait—” You walk over back to him close enough to have your shadow eclipse half of his face and stop, his eyes wide and nervous, hands flailing, “I just. This is all too abrupt—”
The heel of your platform boots meets his shoulder and he’s lightly kicked to the floor with a grunt. You hover over him with both feet planted on either side of his torso before you crouch down over him. An easy smile playing on your lips. His eyes meeting yours. “Suguru-san, we have forms and agreements your boyfriend has signed that I’m obliged to follow. Tonight is your night. I won’t hurt you, do you understand?”
He has his lips pressed into a thin line, and you reach out to cup his cheek, thumb caressing his face endearingly. “I’ll take care of you.”
It takes him a few seconds to nod a silent ‘alright’. You continue, “The safeword is ‘vanilla’, okay? Repeat it for me.”
“Vanilla.”
“Good boy.” You get up to get the equipment. You don’t see yourself using that many toys for tonight, so you take out only a few. A flogger whip, a strap-on, a vibrator, and a cock ring. “Take off your robe, Sugar. You seem nervous, so I’ll blindfold you. How’s that sound?”
Getou nods and does what he’s told. He’s quiet when you place something over his eyes and adjust the elastic band round his head. He’s awfully tight-lipped. You have half a thought about whether or not this man would actually moan, but you know when push comes to shove, you’ll make him do it. It’s not good for either of you if he’s holding himself back. He seems to relax a bit when his sight is draped in darkness, although now, he can no longer tell what’s going to happen.
There’s rustling somewhere to Getou’s left, then footsteps approach him and he knows you’re hovering over him again.
“Relax,” you whisper, placing your hands on his chest. You rub small circles into his skin, pressing warm palms up to massage his tense shoulders. “Mommy will take care of you.” He lets out a long breath, consciously releasing the tension in his body under your touch. You move to his biceps, kneading muscle with your thumbs, before going down to caress his sides. His breathing slows. Smiling, you move to grab something from the side.
“Say ‘aah.’”
He hesitantly parts his lips. You dangle the little ball to sit plush between them. “Suck.”
Getou does. It doesn’t taste like anything. The texture is smooth but unlike plastic or metal, velvety, yet he can’t quite figure out what it is.
You watch him circle his tongue around it in an attempt to find flavour, texture, anything, and you chuckle. You pluck off the stem and lean forward to bite on the fruit, breaking skin and letting the red juice drip down, before pushing the cherry into his mouth with your tongue. You kiss him, faintly sweet juice flooding both of your tastebuds. When he swallows it, you don’t hesitate to delve your tongue into his mouth, lips moving with sweet intent and tongues dancing.
You pull away to pepper kisses along his jaw, slim fingers toying with his nipple. He sucks in a breath. The way the cherry has stained his lips a dark red is so pretty that you wish you had more to feed him. A hand reaches backwards to stroke his cock, which surprisingly is rock hard and standing erect. “Excited, hm?” You chuckle, fingers wrapping around his hardness and wrist twisting in a way that makes his hips buck.
Still not a sound from those pretty lips. You reach down with your other hand to coax two fingers between them. He doesn’t hesitate to suck and swirl his tongue around your digits, and you take a moment to appreciate his little ministrations before plunging them down to the back of his throat. You revel in the sound of him choking before pulling them out, a string of saliva connecting your fingers to his mouth. You quickly wipe your fingers on his dry cock.
“Open wide baby, and stick your tongue out,” you instruct as you pull a string on the side of your lacy underwear, undoing them and tossing them aside. You reach for the flogger whip, and soft smack sails into the air when you lightly hit his shoulder. He gasps. You take this opportunity to haul your leg over him so that your backside is on his face, and you lower yourself onto his tongue.
The initial touch of his pink muscle against your wet folds has you feeling a momentary jolt of electricity running up your spine, and a small sigh leaves your lips as the man runs his tongue along your folds, circling intently, almost hungrily.
“Mmm,” you purr, rocking gently back and forth, loving the tingling sensation the man’s tongue is giving you with each stroke. He’s a skilled one. You push down further till his face is buried between your legs and he presses back up even harder, a lewd moan sailing into the air from him as he kisses and sucks, mouths pleasure into your heat. “Ooh, good boy. That’s a good boy…”
Your body quivers under the weight of his finesse. You reach out with your flogger whip to smack against his cock, looking neglected and desperate for touch, caressing it up and down with leather. Geto seems to take whatever bodily reaction you give as encouragement and he moans again, wraps muscular arms around your thigs to keep you in place. But you smack him hard.
“Hands at your sides, puppy.”
He whines, but continues shoving his tongue into your pussy without another complaint, knowing that he’s got to earn it. And he’s completely right. You busy yourself with playing with his cock, lathering it with more spit and stroking him with only two fingers. You feel him thrust into your fingers, chasing his pleasure a little too eagerly, too much for your liking. But you give him leeway since you like how needy he is now that he’s loosened up. You slap his cock, teasing him, and you see him twitch.
“Come on, baby, is that all you got?” You turn back to him, raising yourself up from his face.
“Mmh… ahh-!” His moan is cut halfway when you come back down again. Circling your hips, you bite your lip as pleasure laps at you deliciously, the bump of his nose a wonderful sensation against your clit.
“Do you want to cum, baby?” You ask as you bend over again, stroking him furiously this time.
There isn’t really time for Getou to voice his agreement but he does anyway, voice cracking as he whimpers, “Yes, yes…!”
“Say yes please.”
“Wha — ?”
“Say yes please.”
“I-” The hesitation is clear on his face. He tosses his head back, panting hard, “I’m- gonna —!”
You duck down, parting your lips. Skillfully, you sink down on him with a ring of silicone just underneath your tongue, and the cock ring wraps nicely around Getou’s girth before he can even orgasm. As the man realises what had happened, he groans loudly out of frustration. His back hits the floor from arching after the orgasm recedes, disappointment flooding over him in waves. It really doesn’t fucking help that you’re deep-throating him, bobbing your head up and down his length with ease. He’s almost shivering from the sensation. You pop off of him with a smile. “Didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?”
“We still have time.” You lift off of him and cast your gaze to his face, lips stained and saliva coating his chin, cheeks and nose. His face is flushed a pretty pink, an innocent tint in stark contrast to those ruby red lips. What a gorgeous thing. You can’t help but lean down to kiss him.
He’s panting still, though you hear him whisper, “Can I take it off?”
“Mm?”
“The blindfold. I wanna see you.”
“Sure thing baby.”
The light streaming into his eyes almost hurts, but the blur gradually recedes after blinking a few times. The first thing he sees is your face. He reaches out, pulls you in to smash your lips together. You laugh into the kiss.
You break away and whisper against his lips, “Someone’s a little needy now, aren’t they?” and you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, lick the taste of cock against his palate, sink your teeth lightly down on his bottom lip before pulling away.
There’s a blissful look on his face. His eyes look delirious. You smile and slap him on the cheek. Hard. “Snap out of it, sweetie. I know you’re a slut but if you can’t even keep your shit together twenty minutes in, are you really?”
That seems to bring him back. Embarrassment writes itself clearly in his expression.
So he likes being degraded too, huh.
Well, not that you’re surprised. You get up and move to his legs, seating yourself snug between them. You squeeze both of them, pressing fingers into muscular thighs. Getou’s cock is still hard. “You’re so cute, Getou. Like a little toy that I can play with. See, I thought you’d run away by now, but clearly you’re enjoying this enough to stay.”
You hear him suck in a breath. You continue, “Do you like being dominated by a woman? Do you like surrendering yourself to me?” and fingers wrap around his length once more, “Bet your boyfriend knows how much of a whore you are, that you’d be on your knees for practically anyone, hm? All quiet and shy exteriors, hiding behind that graceful face of yours.” You begin pumping him up and down and he whimpers, shamelessly this time. “I’ll make sure you’re all sloppy by the end of this.” And you spit on his dick.
You lean down to press your tongue against his tip, going down and down and down to his balls, then further to his puckering ring of muscles. You tap his legs and without delay he lifts his ass up, granting you more access. You let your hands roam his body before eventually settling on his plump ass, gripping them as you lick at his hole. You press kisses and suck hard on it, prompting mewls from him.
Reaching behind you, you pull out a small vibrator. The silicone cylinder toy hums a soft buzz as you turn it on and press it against his perineum.
Getou almost jolts, “Ah! W-what is that?”
“Ssh,” you press it gently against his balls before working towards his cock. Pressing it against the length of his shaft, you hear him let out a long, dragged-out moan. His legs start twitching. You wish you could slap him to keep him staying still, but you’re a little too preoccupied in tasting him to consider. Instead, you push his hips down to the floor and climb on top of him.
The toy is placed against his dick and you hold it in place with a hand and your womanhood, rocking your hips again and humming in pleasure. Getou tosses his head back against the floor, his lips parted and Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. A bead of sweat runs his jawline, and if that isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen...
“Mmh…”
Your brows perk up, “Yes, baby?”
“Can I come? Please?”
“Please what?”
“Please…? Oh god…”
You press the toy closer and closer to the head of his cock, prompting a loud cry from him as the vibration racks overwhelming pleasure through him.
“Please, Mommy...!”
Good boy. But-
“No.” You pull the toy away from him and move back between his legs, nudging it instead into his ass. Getou sputters, caught off guard, but his hisses slowly subside once the toy slowly pushes in. The stretch is bearable but he’s mostly distracted by the vibrations. If he weren’t already close to coming, he would have been able to enjoy it right now, but having his orgasm toyed like a yoyo back and forth is painful yet so, so deliciously excruciating.
His eyes are getting wet. He bites his lips, trembling under your gaze like a gazelle caught in a trap, eyes begging for escape, for release. Ah... how can you resist that?
You let go of the toy. “Hold it for me.” You get the strap on and go about putting it on, adjusting the straps round your waist and thighs. You glance over at him and realise he’s simply watching you with lidded eyes, lust and want etched into his pupils.
You smile again. “Show me how much you want me, sweetheart.”
His eyes widen momentarily. Long lashes flutter as he pulls the toy out slowly, before pushing back in. Out, then in. Out and in. He picks up the pace speedily, head turning to the side to look at you as you unclasp your bra, finally graced with the sight of your breasts tonight. You walk over to him and watch him masturbate with a hand on your hip.
“Mommy, Mommy… I need it. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”
You cock a brow. “Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes, I’ve been a good boy haven’t I, Mommy? I listened to you, did want you wanted…”
You chuckle and kneel down, reaching to pull the vibrator out. “Right now, what Mommy wants is for you to come as hard as you can when Mommy says so. Alright? Use the vibrator.” You spit at the dildo attached to your crotch and lather it, circling Getou’s hole with the head before nudging it in ever so slightly. “Say ‘yes Mommy.’”
In a heartbeat, he says, “Yes Mommy.”
“Good boy.” And you push in. The man hisses at the girth of the silicone, the toy probably long enough to nudge at his prostate, but you don’t want that quite yet. The show just started. Waiting a while for him to get used to the size, you guide his hand to place the vibrator on his cock, kindling pleasure in his loins to distract him from the pain. Once he’s quieted, you pull out and slowly push back in, the resistance pushing the toy back against your lower abdomen.
After a minute skitters past, he breathes a husky, “More.”
And you follow his command this time. With both hands on his legs, you hoist them over your shoulder and begin setting a pace, moving your hips skillfully as if you were still riding his face. Suguru Getou really is a gorgeous being. Your eyes slide down from his raven-black hair strewn about, eyes glossy with tears, lips reddened, down to his chest heaving with each cry, the faint bumps of his abs down to his forest trail that leading to his cock. The sight is salivating.
“Who’s my good boy, hm?”
“I- I am. Aah!”
You chuckle, sweat running down your temple. “Do you like getting fucked like this?”
“I do…!”
“Good. Play with your nipples baby.” You know he’ll obey you. You grab his legs and pull them together, eyes flickering down to the sinful sight of your strap-on going in and out of his ass, wet and slick and delightful. You moan at the sight. “Gosh, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” You bring your hand down slap his ass. Getou moans, a hand diligently playing with a nipple while the other shakily holds the vibrator.
You wrap his legs around your waist and he automatically pulls you in closer. You lean down and press kisses on his chest, licks and bites down on a nipple, and leave red marks. Your hips move earnestly, both of you panting while the sound of skin slapping skin sails into the air, laced with the buzz of the vibrator and his cries of your name.
“Get on all fours, Getou,” you say as you pull away from him. He doesn’t hesitate to do so, and you readily slip right back in, the view now flipped with his shoulder blades and back muscles flexing. Somehow, the man’s ass is plump enough to show ripples with each thrust of yours, a welcomed sight. A hand is raised to land smack on one of those globes of flesh, the sound loud and accompanied by the man’s cry.
“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this, baby?” You can’t see his facial expression but you’d guess he wouldn’t want to answer a question like that. So you reach forward, bunch up his hair and pull hard, earning a surprised squeak.
“I’m sure he does, doesn’t he? You’re just too much of a whore that he’d knowingly send you here just to get fucked by someone else.”
Getou screws his eyes shut, the tears brimming his eyes now spilling down his cheeks. His whole body quakes and quivers, like a building about to collapse after too much force was asserted onto it. Crumbling under your careful and calculating gaze, the weight of your words sinking deep into his loins and making his cock ache. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
With each slide of the dildo into his ass he can feel the force of your hips snapping, pumping back and forth, and even though Getou has been pushed over the edge time and time again it somehow pushes him even further. It’s becoming very difficult for him to hold on to the toy, fingers shaking and unable to hold onto it.
Suddenly, he gasps, “Oh god, fuck, right there, there!”
You know you’ve found just the right spot. With the last bit of energy you have left, you start thrusting faster, stronger, pace fast and choppy and sloppy, and you revel in the sound of Getou moaning, his voice getting louder and pitch getting higher. “Take off the ring,” you pant, closing your eyes and focusing on each sensation, and when you can feel his body shake you know he’s about to reach his peak.
“Fuck!” The man’s arms tremble and his face drops to the floor, eyes screwed shut and brows furrowed, mouth open and shouting his release. Intense and dizzying, he can’t think, and for a moment he can’t even hear or see. White spurts hit the floor, some covering the toy, and with his ass at this angle you don’t hesitate to fuck him with more force, finding pleasure in his small whimpers and pleasures at the overstimulation.
It takes him a while to finish. Seems like your edging worked. Getou is jelly by the end of it, and when you pull out, he flops to his side. Fatigue quickly overcomes him and before he knows it he’s drifting off.
You grin. Cute.
✠
“Getouuuuu!” Gojo Satoru’s voice quickly fills the front desk area, the extravagant man walking in dressed in a black leather jack, jeans and sunglasses. Looking like a rich kid, as always. You smile as you walk up to the counter, greeting him with a small ‘welcome back’.
Getou emerges not long after you, looking fresh and happy. His smile has a peculiar kind of afterglow, and you chuckle to yourself. Gojo saunters over to the counter and hands you the regular fee.
“Did you get what I asked for?” he asks you.
“Ah. Yes, of course.” It’s the reason you didn’t sleep a wink last night, after all.
Getou raises a curious brow. “Huh? What else did you want?”
You pull out a DVD. You spent all night editing the ‘custom made’ film. Had not Gojo offered a generous tip for this, you wouldn’t have even considered it.
Getou looks at the DVD for a second, puzzled, before his face drops. “...Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
You beam at him, “Gojo-san commissioned it. I hope it’ll help you remember your experience, and if you’d like or need another session with us, you’re free to come by.”
It was all recorded all along. Getou loses his composure. “VANILLA! VANILLA!”
You can only manage to laugh.
Gojo gets not just blue-balls, but black and blue-balls that day.