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What does peak beauty look like in human form? What can one do that leaves others at a loss for words, that leaves them too stunned to function? Rose walked into the room, intentionally dropping her footsteps a little louder on the ground as she approached the figure in the dark room.
Kneeling, lit under a single lamp in the dark room, was her answer.
To Rose, this was the top of human beauty. There she was. Kneeling and responsive, arms tied firmly behind their back at the wrists and elbows, eyes blindfolded but still looking around and unable to keep still. The most beautiful person was a submissive who obeyed.
It was even more beautiful when it came in the form of the mafia daughter’s bodyguard.
All those toned muscles were visible under the sleeves of their white dress shirt, which were now pushed up to her elbows, leaving the veins on her forearms exposed. The black vest hugged her waist a little more than it should. It was a body made for violence and speed. It was built and scarred with time. Yet, this body was now kneeling and blindfolded, waiting for her, all tied up like the sweetest little present.
Nothing got better than this.
As Rose got closer, she could see the blindfolded bodyguard twitch in their binds. She was intentionally letting her hear her approach. Rose wanted the bodyguard to yearn to be touched. She needed to build it up until they couldn't handle it anymore. When it came to things like this, it was all about the lead-up just as much as it was about the climax. How long could the bodyguard, built on more than a decade of discipline, handle being teased? How long before she begged? These questions excited the mafia heir as she got closer, examining her little, muscular gift.
The beautiful bodyguard, whose name was Mia, shifted their shoulders slightly as Rose got closer. Her lips were slightly apart, as if anticipating a kiss at any moment, even though she couldn't see Rose; she could only hear her. Her thighs were not close together, but angled apart in their kneeling position, just the way Rose liked them. A small grin snuck onto Rose’s lips. Mia knew how to please her. She should reward her for that later.
Rose stopped right behind the kneeling figure.
The seconds ticked away. Rose didn't do or say anything. She only stood there, behind Mia, observing her every reaction. She didn't need to do anything. The silence would do everything for her.
One…
She could see Mia’s fingers twitching slightly under the strict ropes.
Two…
Mia’s restricted upper body fidgeted a little.
Three…
Mia’s head turned to the side, just a small turn, blindfolded but searching, hoping to hear a sign of Rose. It was almost like she knew that she was supposed to wait, but couldn't help herself. Rose lowered her head with a smile.
Oh, she was so precious. So impatient. Just how Rose loved them.
She would love to let it carry on, but Rose had her own needs as well. The desperation to rip this present apart was almost getting too much to bear.
Rose finally let herself touch her present. When her hand landed on the bodyguard’s shoulder, she felt a slight jolt, but Mia was quick to relax. She let out a sigh of relief, as if glad that Rose wasn't holding herself back today. How could she? Mia looked too beautiful like this. To hold herself back would require the restraint of a dedicated monk.
The mafia daughter's hands slowly traced along the curve of her upper back. The ropes were tight today, forcing the bodyguard's elbows close to one another and letting her body bend with it. Rose almost squealed in delight. It made Mia look more submissive, and the need to touch more of her was overwhelming.
Her other hand joined the first, tracing slowly along the sleeves of Mia’s restricted arms. The bodyguard shifted slightly under her touch, but didn't shy away. Mia’s head tilted upwards, blindfold facing the singular, swinging light above, almost as if she wished that she could see Rose now.
Rose’s hands traced lower, touching the first ropes pulling Mia’s elbows together. They were pulled taut, with Mia’s well-trained muscles firm beneath them.
“Master Rose…” the bodyguard's voice was soft, barely a whisper, and sounded one touch away from begging.
Following the line of her arms, Rose bent down to examine the rope around her wrists. Her fingers touched the lines of veins twisting down the bodyguard's exposed arms from her pushed-up sleeves. There were lines that the mafia daughter had touched so many times before, she could almost map it out in her sleep. It was a sign of Mia’s hard work and dedication to her job. A mark of the physical effort she had put in all her life to protect the mafia family.
Rose’s hands brushed against the bodyguard's hands. Mia’s fingers seemed to react on their own, blindly trying to follow Rose’s hands, as if wanting to touch and to hold. Rose watched it with an amused glint in her eye. So needy. Not yet.
She gave the ropes around the wrist a rough yank.
“Master Rose!” Mia gasped, her upper body lurching back slightly.
The bodyguard regained their balance on their knees easily. She was starting to fidget more in the binds now.
“Do your knees hurt, Mia?”
“No, Master Rose.”
The bodyguard's voice was firm, answering as she would have if it were any other question about work. This was typical for Mia. Trained by years of work, Mia was the top bodyguard for a reason.
“Do you…”
Rose let her voice trail off as she looked at Mia. The bodyguard’s breath seemed to catch, swallowing, as she waited with bated breath for Rose to finish her sentence. The bodyguard's knees shifted slightly. Impatient. Antsy.
Her hands brushed the back of Mia’s neck as she circled to the bodyguard's front.
There, she admired the rope's results.
If she had thought that the back view was nice, it was nothing compared to the front. Mia’s pale face under the blindfold, lips still slightly apart. Her white collared shirt was slightly unbuttoned. The vest did its usual job of showing off her wonderfully toned figure. Her shoulders were pushed back from the ties, meaning that her chest was more accentuated forward. Restricted. Compliant. The bodyguard's knees were still angled apart, legs folded, and sitting on the heels of her shoes.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, Master Rose.”
The answer was steady but quick. Rose didn't miss the way Mia licked her lips after, nor the way she swallowed again.
“Please, Master-”
“How should I touch you? Tell me, Mia.”
Rose smirked as she saw the bodyguard's lips press tight, the first sign of hesitation that she had seen all night. Mia always had a hard time voicing out what she wanted. She was an ace at serving the mafia family, but bad at negotiating when it came to herself and what she wanted.
Mia’s head lowered, as if feeling shame even when she couldn't see Rose watching her. For a while, no words were exchanged.
She let the silence and tension hang in the air between them. Rose wouldn't give her anything, until Mia spoke. She could wait. There was time. Mafia business could be postponed for an hour or two, no one would die - well sometimes, maybe one or two people might die - but it didn't happen often enough for Rose to hurry. No. She was with her beautiful partner. Her wife-to-be. She would take all the time she needed with her.
Mia’s head raised slightly.
“A-Anywhere, Master Rose.”
“Anywhere?” Rose echoed, stepping closer. “Are you sure?”
Mia nodded.
“Words.” Rose’s voice was firm and commanding, staring down at the kneeling fidgety figure before her.
“Y-Yes, Master Rose.”
“Master will give you what you want. Master Rose is feeling very kind tonight, since you have been so dutiful for my birthday,” Rose drawled.
Mia tried to hide it, but Rose caught the flicker of a smile on those beautiful heart-shaped lips. Rose couldn't help but hide a smile of her own, even if Mia couldn't see it.
The moment the toe of her boot pressed down between the bodyguard's legs, Mia’s gasp reverberated around the otherwise mostly quiet room.
Rose watched her carefully. Just enough pressure to get her beautiful, restrained bodyguard going, but not enough to please. Even in the ropes, she saw Mia’s hips rut forward, and felt the nudge against her shoe.
Filthy. Obscene. Humiliating. It was clear that Mia was beyond caring as her hips rolled again, driving her clothed crotch forward into the tough boot. Rose watched with amusement.
She pressed a little harder-
“Master Rose!” It sounded like a split between a moan and a shout.
At once, Rose drew her foot back, instantly getting rewarded with a helpless whine from the kneeling bodyguard. A jolt of heat pulsed in her core as well, as if hearing the composed bodyguard fall apart was getting her going as well. Rose’s hands itched by her sides. All she wanted to do was to rip the clothes free of Mia and claim her all to herself. However, her fraying self-restraint held her stationary. Not yet. It was too soon. Rose bit on her lower lip. It was so tempting… She could just use her pocket knife and slice the fabric apart… It would be so easy-
The kneeling bodyguard whined again, like a little puppy, blindfolded, trying to find Rose. She tossed her temptations aside and walked forward. Rose grabbed a fistful of Mia’s hair, pulling her head back - enough to command, but not enough to injure.
Mia spluttered slightly, knees shifting as she adjusted to the grab.
“Master Rose, please…”
Even with the blindfold on, Rose could already picture those cute puppy eyes beneath. Mia was a stone cold bodyguard most of the time, but in moments like this, Rose could transform her into the most compliant, pleading pup. The slight pout in Mia’s lip was enough to show that the puppy persona was here. So cute. Rose gave her bound bodyguard a small pat on the hair as she let go of her.
“Master Rose,” Mia pleaded, her restrained upper body straining to move. “I-I want, I want…”
“If you want it so badly, why don't you use your hands to come and grab me yourself?” Rose teased.
Mia lowered her head, knowing fully well that she was being toyed with. The ropes were thick and taut, there was no chance of her escaping. Besides, Rose had already made sure all of her weapons and blades were removed before the session. Mia had no choice, but it was still cute to watch her sulk. The bodyguard’s upper body leaned forward a little more on her knees, fingers searching, wrists twisting, as if looking for a weak spot. Rose watched it all. There shouldn't be one. Mia had taught her how to restrain someone this well to begin with. It should be fool-proof.
The bodyguard started leaning a little more forward, shoulders trying to twist but not getting much room. Rose watched her. It didn't take long before the bodyguard huffed and sank back to sitting on her heels in defeat.
“What are you thinking about, Mia?”
“I'm thinking that I shouldn't have taught you how to tie knots like that, Master Rose,” Mia grumbled back, the frustration in her voice crystal clear.
Rose couldn't help the snort that escaped her. Even when fully restricted and bound, her girlfriend was still able to be so cute.
She knelt down on one knee before the bodyguard, one hand gently sweeping her hair behind her ear. Instinctively, Mia leaned her face into her touch, her blindfolded eyes searching and yearning. Cute. Rose smiled. A mischievous one. Not that Mia could see her, but it was etched on her lips all the same.
“My lovely partner. Do you know what I'm already about to say?”
“Master Rose, please don't-”
“Do you?”
Rose watched as Mia’s pout turned into a pressed line. The bodyguard's restricted body visibly exhaled heavily, annoyed. Her shoulders twitched slightly in the restraints, as if still trying to find a way to escape.
“Does my lovely Mia not love Rose anymore?” Rose murmured, leaning her face right by the bodyguard's ear. “She doesn't even want to touch me. Does she not want me anymore?”
Her tone dripped with tease. She could see her girlfriend’s body tense up from the sudden physical closeness, her breath a little shaky. Mia squirmed once under the ropes again, tugging at the binds, then she huffed.
“Master Rose, why are you like this.”
“Because you can't stop calling me Master even when we're alone,” Rose whined. “Come, call me Rose once. I will reward you, my beautiful partner.”
Her long fingers gently wrapped around Mia’s throat. Not squeezing, not even holding. Just letting her feel Rose’s presence linger over hers, barely applying any pressure. Even then, she could feel Mia’s throat bob once as she swallowed.
It was a constant struggle for Mia to drop the formalities. After so many years of serving the mafia family, she had gotten used to calling Rose by her title. However, Rose was honestly getting a little sick of it. Everyone else could call her Master Rose, but her special little one should be one of the few who could truly address her by name.
“R-Rose…”
Her fingers pressed a little harder around Mia’s pretty throat. Just listening to her call her by name made her excited. The bodyguard gasped at the touch, her tied arms fidgeting as she fought against her instinct to address the mafia daughter formally.
“R-Rose, please,” the bodyguard murmured, lifting her chin to give Rose more room to grab. “Rose, I w-want you-”
That was all it took.
Rose’s lips crashed against Mia’s pleading, pouty ones, wanting to reward those beautiful lips for saying exactly what she wanted to hear. For a moment, the bodyguard only let out a muffled squeal of surprise, but it didn't take long before her lips reacted and parted. Rose’s tongue pushed past them, tasting and devouring the mouth of the woman she loved the most. Her hand around her neck tightened, drawing Mia’s tied body closer to hers. She felt the bodyguard's weight lean more against her mouth, the vulnerable kneeling position not giving her enough leverage. Rose kissed like a woman possessed and Mia did the same.
So beautiful.
And it was all hers.
The kiss quickly got messier, both of them wanting more and rushing. Rose brought herself closer, pressing her knee up to Mia’s clothed crotch once more.
“Mmm-”
Mia’s body jerked once she felt the contact, but it didn't take long for muscle memory to kick in. The bodyguard sat up on their knees, driving slow rolls onto the pressure given to her. The bodyguard pulled her lips away, breathy moans filling the room as she tried to attain as much pleasure as she could through the fabric of her pants.
Rose tightened her grip around Mia’s neck, pulling her back in for the kiss. She wanted to hear the moans right against her lips, feel the gasps as the bodyguard rammed. She would swallow every single noise and sound, each one so unbelievably precious and sweet to her ears. Every body movement, every fidget, every twitch, Rose wanted to feel it all.
Her hands roamed from Mia’s neck, feeling the curved bow of her shoulders from the rope. Rose’s fingers did quick work of the buttons going down Mia’s black vest, pulling the fabric aside until it hung from the rope at her elbows.
“Rose…” she whined, pulling away and nuzzling her blindfolded face into where she could find Mia’s neck. “Rose, m-more…”
The bodyguard's hip movements were getting faster and a little erratic. Rose knew her girl well enough. The thigh to grind on was not sufficient. The moans dropped, albeit softly, from her lips at a quickening pace. Mia bit down on her lower lip, her face scrunched up as she tried to grind down harder.
“I know, baby, I know,” Rose murmured.
Her hands grabbed the bodyguard's firm waist and lifted her slightly. Mia writhed slightly as she could no longer find Rose’s leg to apply pressure on. Sitting down on the floor, Mia placed her bodyguard with one leg over her thigh and helped to position the needy girl. Her hands wrapped around her hips, pressing her down to grind on her thigh.
She felt the shudder of Mia’s body.
But, there was no moan of ecstasy.
Brushing her hair aside, Rose saw Mia biting down hard on her lower lip, holding the filthy noises in. Her hips worked harder, aided by the strength of Rose’s hands, trying to chase whatever happiness she could find.
Mia tightened her hold. She forced her to stop. The reaction and squirming was immediate.
“Master! Master Rose, I n-need-”
“Are you ashamed of your noises, my darling?” Rose asked, her voice low. “Why don't you let me hear you?”
“Rose…” The flush on Mia’s face was visible, even going down to her neck. She twisted in the ropes. “Rose, there are people outside!”
The mafia daughter clicked her tongue, her hands still holding Mia firmly down and preventing her from grinding.
“As if I would let anyone hear you other than me. I told Barry to keep all the other guards away. No one will hear you,” Rose assured. “Except me.”
One of her hands let go of Mia’s hips, gently touching the bodyguard's plush swollen lip. The pad of her thumb pulled the lip lower, feeling Mia’s shaky breaths against her hand. That was more like it. She wanted to hear and feel everything.
“Let me hear you, my baby,” Rose purred. “Don't I deserve to hear all those sweet, dirty little noises?”
Mia’s arms twitched in her binds. Rose grabbed the collar of her shirt, yanking the bodyguard forward. With a small yelp, Mia tipped forward, chest against Rose’s chest as she couldn't use her arms to stop herself. Instead, her blindfolded face was smushed into the crook of Rose’s neck, restricted upper body wriggling. The muscles in her legs strained as she tried to regain her balance.
“Rose!”
“Do I not deserve to hear how good I'm making you feel?” Rose insisted, letting the bound bodyguard squirm against her. “Hmm?”
“Rose, I'm… shy! It's out of my control, the noise, the volume,” Mia spluttered.
Just the thought of being able to make the composed bodyguard lose control drove a thrill down Rose’s body. “All the more sexier to hear…”
“Freak! Can you, wait, can you help me up?” Mia grumbled, bowed shoulders squirming as she tried to get back to a kneeling position. “Hello?”
“Oh, yes. Here,” Rose grinned, lifting her girlfriend easily and placing her back in her kneeling position.
Placing her hands on her hips again, Rose angled Mia’s toned body over her thigh. The loud, snappy attitude melted almost immediately as the bodyguard bowed over slightly, her hips grinding down once timidly as if to test the waters. Rose pursed her lips. On the second roll of Mia’s hips, Rose assisted - driving the bodyguard’s crotch firmly against her thigh, and flexing the muscles there as she did so.
“Fuck- Rose,” Mia mumbled. “Fuck."
“All yours to ride, my baby. You're doing so well,” Rose assured, lifting her thigh a little higher for her.
The whine from Mia was immediate - loud, unapologetic, and very human. Rose flushed just from hearing it, knowing that she was the cause. Mia’s head twisted to the side, as if too ashamed to look at the mafia daughter after such a sound came out of her. The blindfold wasn't enough to cover her shyness. In fact, it only seemed to heighten everything for the usually stoic bodyguard.
“Rose…”
“Right there?” she asked, watching as the bodyguard's face scrunched in concentration, her hips picking up speed.
“Mmhmm…” Mia’s voice sounded so distant, as if her soul was far away, lost in a sea of sexual pleasure. “Mmm…”
Rose watched her, hands helping when she felt like she could. There was nothing better than seeing how much pleasure she could give Mia. It started with learning how to tie knots, and learning how to make the girl fall apart in bed. Rose never once looked back.
Nothing compared to seeing Mia lose all sense of control in her otherwise disciplined life, right here, only for Rose to see. This moment was sacred. Everyone else only got to see Mia in her crisp attire, adorned with sleek weapons, standing to protect the mafia family. No one else got to see this. The whiny, moaning mess that was beautifully bound and blindfolded. This was only for her, and she treasured it.
“There you go, baby,” Rose purred, feeling Mia’s grinding get a little sloppier and messy.
Her moans were coming at shorter and sharper intervals, getting higher as well. With steady hands, she supported Mia’s bound upper body, allowing the bodyguard to twist forward and get the angle she was chasing for.
“Rose, Rose- Agh, Rose! Rose, Rose…”
“I got you,” Rose murmured. “You can come anytime.”
A helpless whine slipped from Mia’s throat, her hips rolling harder and with more intention. Rose watched her, wanting to memorise it all. Her fingers lightly traced the line of ropes decorating her bodyguard's arms, feeling the way that they stretched and moved with the girl's grinding.
“Rose, rose, rose! Rose, hold me! Hold me, please! Please!”
“I'm holding. I got you. I've always got you,” Rose assured, placing one hand on the panting bodyguard's face, cradling it.
She could feel it the moment Mia hit her peak. The bodyguard’s mouth fell open in a silent moan, her core shuddering and her hips pausing while pressed flush to Rose’s thigh. Rose was already there, stroking her hair and rubbing circles into her exposed forearms. So beautiful. Everything about it was beautiful.
“Rose…”
The bodyguard flopped forward, exhausted, her blindfolded face cuddling up to Rose’s chest. Rose held her, allowing her to lie on her completely with her arms bound.
For a minute, the only sound in the room was Mia’s heavy breathing. Rose stroked her hair more, wanting to give her all the time that she needed.
“Again…”
“Already? That was like, only a minute,” Rose laughed, looking down at her girlfriend.
“Untie me. Want to touch you,” Mia murmured, pushing her nose against Rose’s shoulder like a pleading pet. “Rose, please?”
Fuck. Rose looked at the ceiling the moment she heard that. Mia knew damn well that when she begged, there was no way Rose could refuse. Outside of their private time, Mia didn't ask for anything. She did her duties and that was the end of it. Whenever she begged, especially when she did it so nicely, Rose knew that she was done for.
Pulling out a small concealed blade from her pocket, Rose dug into the rope carefully. First the one around the elbows, then the ones holding her wrists. The instant Mia was free, her arms moved to wrap around Rose, clinging on like a small koala. Rose couldn't help but laugh. Her own hands found Mia’s wrists, massaging the areas that were scuffed from the rope.
“Again, Rose, again,” Mia whimpered, nudging at Rose with her hands now free.
“I heard you the first time. Just checking if your circulation is okay,” Rose chided. “Do you want me to take the blindfold off?”
Mia shook her head.
“Alright, understood, my darling,” Rose chuckled.
With a slow rise, she tucked one hand under Mia’s knees, the other around her shoulders, and lifted the bodyguard easily. Mia might be strong, but Rose worked out enough to ensure that she could always carry her princess whenever she wanted.
Her steady footsteps brought them to the bed in the end of the room, shrouded in the shadows. It wasn't either of their bedrooms. Just a place for them to be hidden from the rest of the guards and the mafia family. Still, Rose always made sure that the mattress and sheets here were of the finest quality. Only the best of the best for Mia.
Mia felt herself get placed gently upon the sheets, treated as if she were a precious artefact. Recognising the familiar bed, the bodyguard lay herself down naturally, tired limbs sprawling across the massive surface.
She felt the bed dip, just once. Rose must be sitting on the edge of the bed, and not climbing over her yet. Mia pressed her head back into the sheets, enjoying the stillness and darkness of the blindfold. With Rose, Mia never had to worry. She could lose all of her senses and trust Rose to take care of her.
Her arms and shoulders ached from the tie earlier, but in a good kind of way. Mia already knew that she might have bruises the next day, so she had made sure that all of her clothes had full-length sleeves, and even set aside some turtlenecks in case Rose gave her too many hickeys that couldn't be easily hidden.
“What do you want this time, my princess?” Rose sounded quite far away.
Mia gulped. Rose always made her say what she wanted, and something about it always made her burn with humiliation inside. If it was anyone else, Mia would never comply. She did this only with Rose and Rose alone.
“U-Use me,” the words felt like they were getting ripped out from her throat, each one painful but genuine. Her fingers toyed with the material of the silk sheets she was lying on. “Please, Rose.”
The bed dipped again, closer this time. Mia held her breath, knowing that every touch and movement was more sensitive when she couldn't see. Rose must be getting closer. Her muscles tensed, already anticipating Rose’s next touch on her body.
Firm hands bent Mia’s knees by gripping under them. Her body folded easily, completely compliant when moved by Rose. Her legs were bent but her feet still firmly pressed against the sheets. In the next instance, she felt fingers at her waist, then the clink of metal.
When her belt came off, Mia instinctively raised her hips slightly, allowing Rose to easily slip her pants off.
“Good girl…”
Those two words had so much power over Mia. The bodyguard's hands clenched slightly as she felt warmth curl in her gut again, as if she hadn't just climaxed less than five minutes ago. Mia loved hearing it, even though she would never admit it to Rose. She loved knowing that she was doing well. However, tonight it mattered more than most. Rose had flown in for her birthday and had chosen to spend that precious time with Mia. All Mia wanted to do was to make sure her girlfriend was happy.
She heard the dull thud of clothes hitting the floor. However, seconds ticked by without any contact or sound from Rose. Mia squirmed on the sheets, feeling the cool air against her bare legs, itching to be touched.
Her hand brushed the sheets, near where the dip in the bed was. She touched fabric. It felt like Rose’s pants.
At the next moment, she heard a buzzing sound, soft but constant.
“Rose?”
“I bought something new for us to try… but it seems a little weaker than I thought.”
The bodyguard held her hand out. At once, she felt Rose place something silicone and buzzing into it. She ran her fingers over it thoughtfully. They had never used toys before. To be honest, the buzzing seemed quite tame. All that hype around sex toys just for it to end up being like this? Mia handed it back to her blindly. She felt it get plucked from her hand.
“Like the store owner was telling me that if I put it here-”
“Ah- Rose!”
Mia’s hands reached out, grabbing Rose even without her sight to help her. Her body was curled slightly in disbelief. Rose had just lightly placed the toy over her chest, which was still clothed. Yet, the sensation had caused Mia’s whole body to jolt upwards.
For a moment, the two girls paused with Mia still holding onto Rose. The toy continued to buzz in the mafia daughter's hand incessantly. Without words, the bodyguard could basically hear her girlfriend's brain churning.
“I guess it works,” Rose commented, the mischief crystal clear in her voice. She gently removed Mia’s hands from hers. “Maybe I shouldn't have untied you yet.”
Licking her lips nervously, Mia tried to calm down as she let go of Rose’s hands. What on earth? How did something so small result in such a big reaction for her? She leaned back against the sheets, blinking in the blindfold, already knowing that she had to brace herself mentally. If that small object already made her react so strongly through a few layers of clothes… Mia feared how strong it would be if it was run over her bare skin. Her hands dropped to the sheets, nervously toying with the fabric. She knew her mischievous girlfriend was going to love this.
Rose was a terrifying heir to the mafia family, but also a little kid at heart. Mia tried to relax her muscles. It will be fine.
Lord, have mercy.