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At twenty-six L Lawliet is a private investigator in London. He was an incredible officer for the National Crime Agency, star studded record, but he also had a piss poor reputation for fighting with his superiors and generally being impossible to work with. He was always late for morning meetings, he never answered his phone reliably and if he was totally invested in a case he tended to disregard policy. Warrants? Who needs em? Interrogation practices? Never heard of them.
L resigned to go private if only to save himself the trouble of being fired. The cases are better, but the money is irregular and, neurotic as he is, he’s still living with his Grandfather. A retired nurse from Brighton and, seemingly, the only man who can stand to room with L.
L has a small office and he’s used to corporate clients trying to settle things quietly so he’s not surprised by the woman who steps into his office, not at first. She’s very beautiful; Asian, copper hair, amber eyes, a trim red pant suit the colour of baby blood. That in itself wouldn’t be so out of place. But L starts to put numbers together; the Manolo Blahnik heels, black diamond ring, and earrings…
He sits a little straighter in his two day worn sweater, brushing his hair back from his face with his hands. “Ma’am, L Lawliet.”
“What does the L stand for?” She asks, shaking his hand.
“Just L. Hippies.” He explains, gesturing to a browned photo of his academic and very dead parents on the filing cabinet.
“Ah,” she smiles, sitting down. “Mine too. Mother anyway. Kanji is for Moon but my name is actually pronounced Light.”
“If I had to explain that to every teacher in high school—”
“Girl on the tennis team made one too many jokes and, well…” Light drags her thumb across the throat threateningly, her smile never faltering.
L thinks that’s a joke so he laughs. She doesn’t.
“You can go Ryuk,” she looks back over her shoulder to the bruiser of a bodyguard L has been keeping one eye on.
“I’ll wait outside Boss.” He grunts, then in Japanese; “Give us the good cigarettes?”
“Not so you can chain smoke five of them.” Light replies.
Ryuk sighs and heads outside to the curb downstairs.
“How can I help you, Miss Yagami?”
“Have you heard of Yotsuba, Mister Lawliet?”
“Big company, made something like—”
“Four billion in profit last financial year, yes.”
“That’s big money.”
“Yes,” Light smirks, practically preening. “I’m the CEO.”
L tilts his head. His first impulse is to call her bluff. She’s got to be bullshitting him but then—Well, his second instinct is to note just how young she is. Twenty, at most. A little thing with some neat curves and a schoolgirl’s complexion she’s still growing out of.
“That’s very impressive,” L nods along. “Whatever brings you here?”
“I’ve read your record, at the NCA, great stuff.”
“I resigned two—”
“Two years ago, yes, I know.” She rocks her knees from side to side, practically tempting L to look at her thighs.
“And?” L realizes she likes the sound of her own voice so much he should probably just let her do the talking. She seems keen.
“How are you handling your personal finances?” Light asks.
“Personal finances?”
“Judging by this office you’ve taken a pay cut.”
“Something like that.” He hesitates.
“You look uneasy?” She registers immediately.
“With all due respect, Miss Yagami, people usually start like this when they want me to do something illegal.”
She laughs. It’s a pretty girl laugh or, it would be, if it didn’t make her sound the cat who ate the cream. She just sounds like she’s up to something. L’s never seen someone more suspicious.
“I want to hire you for a personal project. Nothing illegal.”
“I see, what kind of project?”
“I’ll buy you a house, for you and your grandfather,” Light charges into offering, “and I’ll pay your expenses. There will of course be an actual wage for recreational spending and—Oh, you’re going to need a wardrobe. I’ll cover that too.”
“Hold on, hold on,” L holds his hands up placatingly. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet. What exactly does this position entail Miss Yagami?”
“Right, of course,” she laughs again. “You’d come to events with me, travel with me outside the country twice a year at least, private meetings at least three times over a seven-day week, and sex. Definitely sex. We can negotiate a schedule on that.”
L squints, leaning into his forearms. “Miss Yagami are you soliciting me?” He can’t have heard that right.
“Oh, very much so.”
“You want me to be your sugar baby?”
“Oh good, you do know the lingo!” She claps her hands together delightedly.
L blinks slowly, reptilian. He needs more coffee.
“What do you think?” She presses.
L fumbles, working around several sentences in his mouth, eventually he finds himself laughing. He looks up at her from his desk and the sound dies in his mouth. He can tell from her eyes that she very, very, much doesn’t like being laughed at.
He backtracks quickly. “Surely, a beautiful woman like yourself has all sorts of options?”
“I do.” She agrees. “And I’ve tried, you understand. But you and I are both card carrying members of MENSA. Chadley from Brunswick is not.”
“I’m…” L gestures over himself feebly. “Look at me.”
“I’m sure you scrub up.” She shrugs.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know you’re smart. And stubborn.” Light smirks toothily, like a shark. “Those are my favourite traits in a person. That’s all I feel I need to know about someone.”
“I don’t know what to say,” L admits.
“Say you’ll do it.” She leans forward into her knees. “We can stop anytime. Just trial it for thirty days and if you don’t like it you never have to see me again.”
L has this funny feeling that Miss Yagami might just ruin his life if he refuses her.
“You’re the kind of woman who’s used to getting what you want, aren’t you?”
“Daddy’s little Princess.” She grins savagely. Like she’s already got blood on her knuckles. “He always treated me right. So, I like things the way I like them.”
“I would be a very bad pet.” L warns. “I’m not domesticated. You’d have to break me in.”
“I love a challenge.”
L swallows. He considers all those zeroes. Her company made four billion dollars this year. That’s so many zeroes. And she’s pretty, so pretty. Probably insane, sure, but she’s so pretty. And she’s practically begging him to have sex with her and take her out to parties.
Sweet fucking Jesus, you’re thinking about it, aren’t you? His brain chides.
Damn right he is.
“Thirty days.” He decides. “Trial period, deal?”
Light lunges off the cheap office chair. L gasps, slammed back into his seat as she clears the desktop and sits herself in his lap. She grips his cheeks in manicured nails and kisses him hard. He forgets how to breathe. She smells like cherry cola.
“There’s just one more thing.” She cradles his face, beaming. “Just one thing.” Her thumb tap his nose.
“And that is?” He can’t decide where to put his hands. It feels wrong to touch her. They hang limp in the air around her, like small, frightened, animals.
“I don’t like to be embarrassed.” Light says. “And if I’m paying for everything then, I expect—" Her eyes trail down.
“I’m not stupid enough to bite the hand that feeds.” L promises, catching her drift. He senses cheating on this woman would end badly for everyone in the inner-city suburbs.
“I know but, just to be sure,” she chuckles, pushing up into her knees to loom over him in his lap. “Have you ever worn a cock cage?”
Aiber is laughing so hard he might actually choke on his pint. He starts hacking, drawing attention from the other patrons in the pub, and Wedy slaps him hard between the shoulder blades to help him dislodge the foam caught in his windpipe.
“Shut up. Shut up.” L hisses, face in his hands.
“What did you say?” Aiber demands, halfway over the table to him.
“It’s not what I said.” L groans, rubbing his temple against the greasy table.
“What do you mean?”
“You got hard,” Wedy realizes. “Didn’t you?”
Aiber laughs so hard L is worried someone will throw them out.
Light Yagami’s team work fast. L’s rent is paid six months in advance by Friday afternoon, which is not what they agreed too but L isn’t going to argue. She doesn’t pay the rent on his office downtown. Maybe she wants him to be a full time boy toy? She does however apply credit to his utilities in the effect of several thousand dollars each and L is hand delivered six bags of new clothes to wear for their first ‘date’ Saturday.
L can’t help it. He researches her, just a few checks. Squeaky clean criminal record. Her father is the NPA director back in Tokyo. She’s a tennis champion, graduated from To-Oh in an accelerated program at seventeen, and rose through the ranks of the business world so quickly it’s scary.
L recalls that mention, about the girl at tennis, and he digs into it a little further. He finds records of a girl dropping out of Light’s district team after some sort of incident. Details are fuzzy but if L is right this girl had both arms broken. That in itself is worrying. But then L finds one particularly interesting note; “After discussion, Yuki has elected not to press charges.”
What the fuck is L getting himself into?
A car takes L to Light Yagami’s very beautiful London penthouse Saturday night. L’s cock twitches in his pants, nervous. It’s heard a rumour some witch is going to lock it in a cage. L considers backing down. Taking the money and running. But something walks him to her front door.
She answers the front door on her cell phone. “I hear you Higuchi, but—” She leans into the doorframe, not greeting him or inviting him inside, just inspecting his new outfit with a mounting smirk. “—Sales figures for the Pacific are your problem, big guy. You know that. I won’t warn you again that—” She switches her phone to her other hand, never skipping a beat, reaching out to run her hand down his dress shirt appreciatively.
L snorts, rolling his eyes in the hallway. He feels like a piece of meat, which is new, but kind of likes it. Which is worse than embarrassing.
“Yeah, good? Good.” She continues, curling L’s tie around her knuckles. She tugs him, pulling him inside her penthouse. “I know what I said at the meeting, Higuchi, I was there. Yes, Auspol is another issue, we’re talking about—”
She walks him inside. L pulls the door shut after him, straining on her short leash before stumbling after her. She lets him go, showing no sign of ending her phone call, and shimmies her panties down her legs with one hand next to the couch.
L watches, speechless, as she sprawls back in the armchair and hikes up her skirt, knees spread, bare pussy glistening back at him. Inviting. Expecting. L expected a conversation, maybe a meal, but he’s not going to look a gift horse in a mouth.
“—you’re allowed to operate under your own delusions in your spare time. On my time—” Light continues as L sinks to his knees. He slides forward, hands stroking down her soft creamy thighs.
One of her legs hooks around his shoulder, the foot flattening on his back pulling him closer, but he hardly needs a further invitation to bury his face between her legs.
L kisses her sweetly, arms curled around under her thighs to stroke her hips. He makes slow, diligent, work of mapping every feature of her pretty little pussy. She arches into him, slowly, opening up. And while she talks to some asshole who wishes he could do this L licks her juices out of her with growing success. She gets wetter and wetter under him, hips rocking more consistently, her free hand fists in his hair holding him against her sex.
L shifts slightly, moving one arm, so he can slip his index finger into her slit while he sucks her clit. She moans, outright, and—
“Higuchi? Higuchi. Shut up. I’m going to have to call you back.” She declares, ending the phone call and tossing the cell across the room.
L purrs, working a second finger into her, and she giggles. Though the sound quickly devolves into a moan.
“Oh yeah, yeah…” She unravels under him, hand twisting in his hair. Panting. “Please, please…”
He loves eating pussy. Lesser-known fact. L Lawliet; lover of pussy and feet. He should get it etched on his tombstone. He massages her clit with his tongue, loving how little and feral she feels under him, all shivering with electricity.
“Wait, wait.” She sits up, pushing him back and squishing her little pussy away from him on the seat. “I want more of you.”
“More of me?” He supposes.
“Show me your cock.” She orders. One leg still over his shoulder.
L sees no room to stand so, on his knees on the floor, he undoes the expensive denim jeans and fishes out his hard cock to show her. She purrs, pleased. Her leg slides off his shoulder and both her little doll feet slip into his lap. L moans, pulling her feet closer to his cock and rubbing it against them. She grins, clearly not bothered, and curls her toes lazily as he smears pre-cum against the soles of her feet.
“Won’t fit in a cage like that, baby.” She teases.
“You’re have to milk me first.”
Her smirk promises she intends to do exactly that.
“Have you ever been tied up?” She asks, small and cute and totally nonthreatening or at least she wants him to believe as much.
“Uh, not on the first date,” he tries to backtrack.
“Just some sex store handcuffs.” She coaxes, pulling her spaghetti straps off her shoulders to pop out her perfect tits. “You know how to get out of fake handcuffs, right?”
“I mean, yes, but—”
“It’ll be fun,” she stands, starting to tug him by his tie into the bedroom.
L sighs but follows, too hard to argue. She’s got a beautiful four poster Tudor bed. And helping him strip off she kisses the bullet scar on his shoulder appreciatively as he squeezes her tit in his hand. Testing its plump little weight.
“Lie down,” she invites, “please?”
He slumps on the mattress and as she hooks one handcuff around his wrist and one bedpost he realizes a second too late— “These feel like real handcuffs.”
“Really?” She moves around the bed, grabbing his other wrist and securing it before he can continue the argument. “My bad. But it doesn’t matter, does it?”
L tugs his wrists on instincts. “Listen, Light—”
“It’s fine, relax.” She coaxes, grabbing the bottle of lubricant and climbing astride his hips. “What am I going to do, really? You’re totally fine.”
“I would feel better if you untied me.”
“You’ll feel so much better in a moment,” she promises, drizzling lube down his shaft and massaging it into his length with one, stroking, hand.
L grits his teeth, throwing his head back. She’s good at that. Her hands are quick and deft, stroking every vein in his darkening shaft.
“Good boy, that’s it,” she rises onto her knees. Settling over him she, rubs the head of his cock against her slit and he starts to realize—
“Whoa, wait—”
“Shh.”
“Condom. We need—”
“Shh,” she purrs, sinking down onto him.
He moans, throwing his head back. His hands tug at the handcuffs, helpless, as she settles on top of him, taking him deep and bare into her slick cunt.
“Light,” he pants, “seriously. You’re on birth control, right?”
“Maybe.” She starts to rock, bouncing slowly.
“Yes or no?” He tugs at the cuffs.
“Maybe I want to get pregnant?” She laughs, riding him.
“Light—” He starts to threaten, shoulders straining.
“You’re worrying too much,” she puts her hands on his shoulders, pressing him down with her weight while she bounces on his hips. “Just focus on how good my pussy feels. Don’t you like that? I love how you feel inside me. Let me enjoy that perfect cock, baby. Just relax.”
He groans, straining his wrists uselessly.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.” He orders, trying to sound stern.
“What are you going to do about it if I’m not?” She chuckles.
“Light—”
“Just enjoy it. You’re fussing.” She fucks him harder, cunt squeezing around him so hard his eyes roll back. He’s worried, of course he is, but he’s also never been harder. The thrill of it is kind of fun. Scary, but fun. And she’s right; he’s helpless unless he wants to dislocate both his thumbs.
She holds him down by his shoulders but eventually his brain gets so fuzzy that it becomes unnecessary. She rides him steadily, like a perfect private school girl with her pony, bouncing that perfect cunt down into him. She grinds his cockhead so hard against her cervix he sees stars.
“Oh no, no.” L starts to moan. “Light if you don’t stop, I’m going to—"
“Cum baby, cum for me.”
“I can’t—”
“Cum inside me, baby.”
“Light please—”
“I’m not stopping.” Light promises, smirking. “You’re going to cum eventually, baby. You’re going to cum inside me. Just stop worrying about it. I’ll win eventually.”
L tosses his head in the sheets, arms and thighs straining. He feels dizzy from the blood rushing to his cock. Somehow it all just makes him harder. But he tries, desperately, to hold off. The last thing he needs is to knock this crazy bitch up. He’d be doomed.
But try as he might, her cunt feels so, so, good it’s impossible to argue with his cock. He’s losing, he feels himself slipping. He feels—
“No, no—” He pants, heart pounding.
“Yes,” Light moans, grinding her hips in circles down on-top of him.
L kicks out, hips trying to buck her off uselessly, and cums with a splintered moan.
“That’s it baby, that’s it,” she rolls her hips. “Pump me full. Give me all of it.”
L moans, head twisted back, wishing his cock would stop pulsing but feeling throb harder with another spurt of cum every time she speaks. Until eventually he’s so oversensitive he slumps back limper and deader than a fish.
L pants and is floating in a braindead haze for several long moments. He feels her climb off him. Sounding pleased with herself. He’s vaguely aware of her cleaning him off and then—
Snap. Click.
L lifts his head. “What did you just—?”
“Just the cock cage, Love.” She kisses his cheek.
“That stuff, about the pill,” he pants. “You were joking, right?”
“Of course!” She laughs. “As if I want a yowling baby to fuck up my perfect body.”
“Thank God…” he groans, slumping back.
“I loved that. Did you like that?” She smiles, rubbing his stomach tenderly.
“That was great.” He laughs, easing finally. “Can you untie me?”
“Hm, no.”
“What?” He lifts his head again.
“I’m going to order some champagne.” She decides, rubbing his stomach while she fishes up her phone. “Do you want some?”
“Light, sweetheart,” he laughs. “Uncuff me, okay?”
“When I’m ready.” She smiles.
“You’ve got my dick caged, what more do you want?”
Light smirks, “you’ve got a hole don’t you?”
L feels his lips part. “We didn’t talk about that.”
“I’ve got a great strap.”
“Light—”
“Have you ever heard of safe words?” Light asks suddenly.
“Usually people agree on them before—”
“If you really want me to untie you, I will.” Light promises. “But I don’t think you really want that. Do you?”
L hesitates. “I just…”
Light kisses his nose. “I’m going to get the whipped cream. I want to eat it off your nipples.”
L laughs, head spinning, as she bounces off the bed.
L Lawliet what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?