Page 56 of Kotori
The soap makes my hands slide effortlessly across her skin, and I take full advantage, mapping every inch while she sits perfectly still. Her breathing quickens when I work across her shoulder blades, down her sides, close enough to her breasts that she arches slightly.
"Stay still," I murmur, and she freezes.
When I move around to face her, her eyes are dark with something between fear and need. I wash her throat first, feeling her pulse racing under my fingers, then move lower to her chest.My hands cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across sensitive peaks that make her breath hitch.
"Look at me," I command quietly.
Her eyes snap open, meeting mine as I continue claiming every inch. I watch her pupils dilate, see her breathing become desperate as my thumbs work her nipples with precision.
"Good," I murmur, watching her struggle to maintain eye contact while sensation overwhelms her. "Learn to take what I give you."
Her lips part, but only soft sounds escape in breathy gasps that prove how completely her body has surrendered.
"Stand," I say quietly, and she obeys on unsteady legs.
I kneel before her, washing her hips, the curve of her waist, the soft skin of her inner thighs. My hands are thorough, possessive, claiming every inch while she trembles above me.
"Wider," I command. "Spread your legs."
She shifts her stance, giving me access. When my fingers slip between her thighs, she gasps, one hand flying to my shoulder for balance.
"You're already wet," I growl, my touch becoming more purposeful. "Your body knows who it belongs to."
Her breathing becomes ragged as I work her with expert precision, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other clenches into a fist at her side. I watch her face as pleasure builds in her eyes, in the flush spreading down her throat, in the way her hips begin to move against my touch despite her efforts to stay still. "Oh god," she breathes, and the broken sound of her voice sends satisfaction racing through my veins.
I increase the pressure, vary the rhythm, learning exactly what makes her body sing for me. Her head falls back, legs trembling as she fights to stay upright while I systematically claim every response she has.
Just as her breathing peaks, just as her body begins to tense with approaching release, I stop completely. Pull my hands away and stand.
"Not yet," I say, watching her eyes fly open in confusion and desperate need. "You haven't earned that privilege."
She makes a sound of pure frustration, her body trembling with denied pleasure, hips moving unconsciously seeking the touch I've withdrawn. "Kaito-sama," she breathes, and the way she says my name—desperate, needy, broken—sends dark satisfaction through my veins.
"That's right. Beg your master." My voice is pure gravel. "Tell me what you need."
"Please," she whispers immediately, all pride abandoned.
"Please what, kotori? Say it properly. Tell me what this needy little cunt wants."
Her cheeks burn crimson, but she's too far gone to care about shame. "Please don't stop."
"But you're not ready for the waters yet," I say with mock concern, taking the bucket to rinse the soap from her trembling body. "We must be thorough. Clean you properly for what comes next."
The warm water cascades over her flushed skin. I take my time, letting my hands follow the water, watching her bite her lip to hold back sounds as every touch sends sparks through her overwrought nerves.
"Please touch me," she gasps. "Please don't leave me like this."
I cup her face in my wet hands, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," she breathes without hesitation.
"Say it properly."
"I belong to you, Kaito-sama."
"Good." I lean closer, my lips barely brushing her ear. "And I take what belongs to me."
I step into the onsen first, the hot mineral water swirling around me. When I extend my hand to her, she takes it without hesitation—the last of her resistance finally broken.
