Page 69 of Kotori
"Lie back."
She complies with surprising eagerness, settling against the pillows as I secure her bound wrists to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough to render her helpless. To put her pleasure entirely in my hands.
"Kaito-sama," she whispers, the formal address slipping out unbidden. She catches herself immediately, embarrassment flashing across her features.
"Yes, kotori?" I trace one finger down her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch. "Something you want to ask?"
She bites her lip, pride warring with desperate need. "Please—"
"Please what?" I move my hand lower, tracing the outline of her breast through the thin cotton, watching her arch into the touch despite herself. Tell me exactly what you've been trying and failing to give yourself for the past hour."
Her cheeks burn with humiliation, but need overwhelms pride. "Please touch me. Make me come. I can't—I haven't been able to—not since you—"
"Not since I showed you that your pleasure belongs to me?" I finish for her, slipping my hand under her camisole to feel the heated skin beneath. "Not since I taught you that your body answers to me now, regardless of what your stubborn mind believes?"
"Yes," she gasps as my fingers find her nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure to make her squirm. "Please, Kaito-sama."
The honorific comes naturally now, desperation stripping away pretense. Just as I intended.
"You've been trying to satisfy yourself every night since I left, haven't you?" I continue my slow exploration of her body, watching her responses with careful attention. "Touching yourself while remembering the feel of my rope, the sound of my voice, the way I kept you on the edge for hours."
It's not a question, but she nods anyway, beyond denial.
"And you haven't been able to come once, have you?" My hand drifts lower, tracing patterns across her stomach, feeling the muscles tense in anticipation. "No matter how hard you try, how desperate you become, your body refuses to surrender without my permission."
"How did you," she begins, then gasps as my fingers slip beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. "How did you know?"
"Because I designed it that way, kotori." I find her already soaking wet, swollen with need, her body instantly responsive to my touch. "The rope wasn't just physical restraint. It waspsychological conditioning. Teaching your body that pleasure exists at my discretion. That satisfaction comes only through my generosity."
Her hips buck involuntarily as my fingers explore her most intimate flesh, finding all the places that make her breath catch and her eyes flutter closed.
"Look at me," I command, stilling my hand until she complies. When her blue eyes meet mine, clouded with desperate need, I continue. "Tonight, you'll learn another lesson. About patience. About surrender. About who truly owns your pleasure."
I begin a rhythm calculated to build her need without satisfying it, watching as her body responds exactly as trained. Her breathing quickens, her skin flushes, her bound wrists strain against the rope as pleasure builds toward what she's been denied for three weeks.
"Please," she gasps, already close to the edge I've kept her from for so long. "Please don't stop this time. I need—"
"I know what you need." I increase the pressure slightly, the rhythm steady and relentless. "But there's a condition."
Her eyes widen, desperate fear flashing through them. "What condition?"
"Tomorrow night, at the festival. When I take you somewhere private, you will surrender completely. No hesitation, no resistance, no pretending you don't want what only I can give you." My fingers circle her most sensitive spot, making her gasp. "You will acknowledge, with words and actions, exactly who you belong to."
"I don't belong to anyone," she manages, the declaration undermined by the way her body writhes under my touch, seeking more contact, more pressure.
"We both know that's no longer true." I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, "Say it, kotori. Say 'I belong toKaito-sama' and I'll let you come. Deny it, and I'll leave you like this again. Your choice."
She's teetering on the edge now, her body trembling with need, so close to the release that's been denied for three endless weeks. I can see the war in her eyes—pride versus desperate physical need.
"I can't," she gasps, even as her body contradicts her words.
"You can." I slow my movements, making her whimper. "Three simple words, and all this tension, all this desperate need, will finally be satisfied."
Tears of frustration gather in her eyes as she fights against the inevitable. "Please, I'm so close."
"Say it." My voice leaves no room for negotiation. "Say it, or I walk out that door and leave you bound and desperate until morning. Again."
The threat breaks the last of her resistance. "I belong to Kaito-sama," she whispers, the words torn from her throat by desperate need. "Please, I said it, please let me—"
