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“Lord Ayato! What does the House of Kamisato have to say about the rumours surrounding you and your secretary?”
Ayato strides forwards along the cleared path, covering his face with his intricately designed fan. His long sleeves trail behind him and so do you, trying to cover your face from the flashes of the kameras. Countless questions are fired your way but you avoid them expertly, keeping your eyes on the path in front of you and not looking in the direction of the eager journalists.
“Madam Secretary! What do you have to say about the allegations of an affair between Lord Kamisato?” A certain journalist dressed in a recognisable green uniform leans over the rope barrier, shining her kamera in your face. “What’s your opinion on the matter?”
You turn to her with a stone cold expression and repeat the words you were taught on the first day of the job; “The House Kamisato are not taking any queries at the moment. If you are interested in any political matters, please feel free to contact Lord Kamisato via handwritten letter.” You turn away and continue down the path, opening the door to the building and motioning Ayato to step inside. As he nods his head, you catch a glimpse of his blue eyes behind his fan. They’re swirling with mischief and mayhem, much unlike his porcelain composure and you smile gently, returning the gesture.
“Allegations of an affair…” You hear the snap of Ayato’s fan as you close the door. “Do you mind telling me what’s going on there, dear?”
Sighing, you turn to him. “The press and their rumours. We’re almost always together so they are well in their right to speculate, although if taken too far, can cause huge damage to your political status. May I take your jacket?” Ayato’s eyebrows raise as he hands you his overly extravagant coat and fan.
“But you see, the truth never hurt anyone, did it?” You flash him a sceptical look as he walks towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder. “It sounds to me that you don’t want people to know what we do behind closed doors.”
You pry his arms away from your abdomen. “Of course I don’t want that. If it gets out that the head of the Kamisato Clan is fucking his personal assistant, you would never be able to live it down.” Your tone relaxes as the both of you enter his office, closing the door behind you. “Forget politics, your social image is done, let alone the rest of the clan.”
“And what if I don’t care about my social image?” He holds your hand in his, pulling you into his chest. “What if I only care about my cute personal assistant who just so happens to be my partner?” You can’t help but let a smile creep onto your face, albeit the questioning arch of your eyebrows. His arms slide around your waist again but this time you don’t stop him, letting yourself be lifted onto the office desk.
“You should watch what you say,” you laugh, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer. Your hands grip onto the neat bow on his chest as you pull him into a rough kiss, straining your neck as you try to meet his suddenly blooming aggression. His hands are stationed on your hips and he pulls your crotch forward against his straining erection. You moan is desperate as he ruts his clothed length against you, back arching and eyes rolling back into your head.
Ayato’s grin is catlike as he continues to rock into you, practically drinking up your gasps of pleasure. “God, I love you like this,” he murmurs, one hand unbuckling your belt and slipping off your trousers. You watch him drop to his knees, lips level with the wet patch on your underwear. He pokes at it, smiling at the string of arousal that clings to the tip of his finger. “Fucking soaked, as expected.” You try to close your legs but he pries them apart, tutting and shaking his head as if to criticise the action. “Don’t try and hide from me, love.”
Before you can fire a witty remark, Ayato presses his lips to the patch, making you whine pathetically. Your undergarments are getting ruined but you don’t care; all you can focus on is the way his tongue swirls around your clothed sex ruthlessly. It feels like eternity has passed before he even thinks about teasing at the waistband, tugging at it before pulling it down with his teeth. The whole display sends waves to your core and you watch as he peels the dripping cloth away, marvelling at the sight of your dripping folds.
“Fuck,” you whisper as he flattens his tongue on your clit, eyes closed as he navigates your rapidly clenching hole. Ayato’s hands spread you open, fingers pressing into your thighs and leaving light marks along the supple skin. You gasp in surprise as he spits on your cunt, thrusting his tongue deep inside before pulling out again. He’s teasing you; Ayato wants you pleading for mercy until your voice is hoarse, begging for release. Dirty images of you bent over on the desk fills his mind as he pushes his tongue in and out of your hole so deeply that his nose presses against your clit and he can smell how aroused you are.
He knows you’re close when your hole clenches around him and your whimpers crescendo into louder and more wanting moans, so he replaces his tongue with his more deft fingers, curling them inside of you as he nips and bites at your clit. “Pretty girl,” Ayato purrs into your cunt. “Are you gonna cum?” You nod and he presses his fingers upwards hard, upturning your lips in a silent scream. His tongue awaits you as you grind forwards, legs clamping around his head as you ride out your orgasm like a bitch in heat.
When you come down from your high, Ayato is waiting, peppering light kissing along the expanse of your trembling thighs. Panting, you watch as he moves upwards, unbuttoning your blouse and sliding it off of your shoulders. “W-what are you doing?” you manage to stammer, eyes flicking to Ayato. The mischievous look in his eyes is gone, replaced with swirls of lust and want as he drinks up your figure.
He pushes his dripping fingers into your mouth, watching you suck intently as he unclasps your bra. His other fingers dance around your perked nipple and he looks on as the look in your eyes settle, looking up at him lewdly. “Would you suck my cock just like this?” he whispers, starting to thrust gently. “Take it all in your mouth-” he pushes his fingers knuckle deep and you gag, eyes fluttering, “-and suck like a dirty slut.”
You do as he says and suck, watching his lips part and eyes darken. The hand on your chest travels down to his straining erection and he rushes to pull down his trousers and underwear, stroking at his leaky cock. “Keep going, that’s it.” His hand wraps around his member and he jerks slowly, staring intently at you sucking on his bare fingers. You know your display is working when he starts moaning, the heavenly sounds falling from his lips like cherry blossom petals.
“Please,” you gurgle amidst the fingers halfway down your throat. “Please fuck me, Ayato.” Your string of words is entirely incoherent but he understands, resting his heavy cock in between your legs and sliding against your clit. The sensation is strange but good and you bask in the moment before he slips his flaring tip inside, making you cry out. His fingers aren’t in your mouth anymore but around your neck, choking you lightly as he pushes the rest of himself inside of you.
Ayato notices you clench when his cock kisses your cervix, and you almost feel like you’ll cum again just from that. It’s endgame when he thrusts into you one, two, three times, turning your world black and white simultaneously as he abuses your cunt. He feels so good inside you, too good to be true as he slides you off of the desk and turns you over, erect nipples pressing into the table. He thrusts again, one, two, three times before his rhythm is established again, short and sharp.
The clap of hips against ass bounces around the room, moans of pain and pleasure mingling and mixing to form one harmony. Your end feels close but yet painstakingly far, each thrust throwing you deeper and deeper into ecstasy and bliss. Ayato pulls you upwards by your hair and rests his chin on your shoulder, keeping the same rhythmic pumping of his cock inside you. “Can you feel me, darling? You’ve got me on the edge.” His fingers find your clit and you almost scream. “I’m so close, shall we cum together?”
It’s almost like you can’t hear him when thick hot ropes of semen shoot inside of you, triggering a world-shattering orgasm. Ayato holds you in his arms as you convulse against him, eyes closed to block out everything but his voice. “So good, such a good girl for me,” he purrs in your ear, stroking your sides as you begin to feel your legs turn to jelly. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hm? I’ll call in one of the maids to run a bath for us.”
Your eyes finally open and you look up at Ayato, strands of hair sticking to his forehead and eyes glinting with something new. “Can we go again in the bath?” you ask, making Ayato laugh. The sound is almost soothing and you lean into his chest, pulling his arms around your waist.
“Anything for you, my love.”