Page 88 of Kotori
"Your woman," I breathe, shame and arousal warring in my chest. "Your property."
"Louder. Say 'I am Matsumoto-sama's woman, and I belong to him completely.'"
"I am Matsumoto-sama's slut," I say, my voice stronger now, carrying the weight of absolute surrender. "And I belong to you completely."
His smile is pure satisfaction. "Good girl. And how does that make you feel?"
The question catches me off guard. How does it feel to admit what I am? To voice the truth I've been fighting for two days? "Free," I admit, surprised by the honesty. "It feels like I can stop fighting myself."
"Exactly." He reaches down to trace my lower lip with his thumb. "All that shame, all that self-hatred—it comes from denying what you really are. Accept it, and the pain stops."
His thumb slips between my lips, and I suck it eagerly, desperately, showing him exactly how much I've missed serving him. When he withdraws it, I whimper at the loss.
"You want relief, kotori?"
"Please," I gasp. "I can't take any more. I've been good, I've waited, I've accepted what I am."
"You have." His fingers slide between my thighs, and I cry out at the first touch, two days of denied need exploding through my nervous system. "Show me how much you've missed my hands on you." His fingers work me with ruthless efficiency, not gentle or romantic but claiming—taking what he owns without regard for anything but his satisfaction at watching me fall apart.
"Look at you," he snarls, his dark eyes drinking in my desperation. "Dripping like a bitch in heat, begging for it. This is what you really are, kotori. Not a teacher, not an independent woman. Just a set of holes for me to fill."
"Please," I sob, beyond shame or pride. "Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly—"
"You need what I give you, when I give it to you." His movements slow to a torturous crawl, and I whimper in frustration. "Say what you are."
"Yours," I gasp, tears starting to blur my vision.
"Say it properly. Tell me 'I am your slut and I surrender completely.'"
"I am your slut," I cry, the words torn from my throat by desperate need, "and I surrender completely! Watashi wa Kaito-sama no mono desu!"I belong to Kaito-sama.
His smile is pure predator satisfaction. "Good girl. Now come for me like the desperate whore you are."
The permission combined with his fingers finding exactly the right spot sends me over the edge. I convulse around his hand, my body clenching as pleasure tears through me with frightening intensity, washing away the last remnants of who I used to be.
But even as the aftershocks fade, I can see he's not done with me. His dark eyes hold promises of more to come, more ways to claim and mark and own every part of me.
"Stand," he commands, rising to his feet with fluid grace.
I obey on trembling legs, and he guides me toward the wall, pressing my palms against the wooden surface before positioning himself behind me.
"Spread your legs," he orders, and I comply immediately, my thighs parting to give him access to everything he owns.
The sound of fabric rustling behind me makes me tense with anticipation. I hear him removing the gi, cotton hitting the floor, and when I glance back over my shoulder, my breath catches.
He stands behind me completely naked, all that powerful muscle and intricate ink on full display. The dragon coils across his shoulder and down his arm, breathing stylized clouds that seem to pulse with his heartbeat. Cherry blossoms fall like drops of blood around the creature, each petal detailed artwork. The swimming koi across his chest catch the lamplight, gold and red scales seeming to move as his muscles shift with his breathing.
He's magnificent, not just his thick cock straining toward his stomach, though that makes my core clench with want, but the entire picture. Powerful thighs marked with wind bars and water patterns, the way he stands with casual dominance, silver threading through black hair that makes him look like some ancient warrior brought to life.
Then his hands are on my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me, and I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Last chance to pretend you're something other than my property," he says, the head of his cock slipping just barely inside me. "Last chance to deny what we both know you are."
I gasp, trying to push back against him, desperate to be filled. "I'm yours, Matsumoto-sama. Completely yours. Kaito-sama no mono desu.Please don't make me wait anymore."
"Such a good girl," he purrs, then drives into me in one brutal thrust that makes me scream with relief and pleasure.
He's bigger than I remembered, the stretch overwhelming as my body struggles to accommodate his size. But the sensation of being completely filled, completely claimed, is everything I've been craving for two days.
