Page 57 of Kotori
The water envelops us both, and I immediately pull her against me, her back to my chest, letting her feel exactly what claiming her does to me.
"Do you feel that?" I press my hard length against her back. "That's what you do to me. What this perfect body does to my cock." My arms circle her waist, holding her in place while the heated water laps around us. "Your body belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. And I decide when you receive it." My fingers find her beneath the water, and she cries out at the contact. "So fucking wet. This pussy is mine now, isn't it?"
"That's it," I breathe against her neck as she arches into my touch. "Give me what's mine."
This time I don't tease, don't deny. I bring her higher and higher, my fingers working with her swollen clit while my other hand holds her steady against my chest. The water amplifies every sensation, makes every touch electric.
"Come on my fingers," I command against her ear when I feel her body reaching that precipice again. "Show me how this tightmanko, this little cunt comes for its master."
And she does, crying out my name as pleasure crashes through her, her body convulsing in my arms while the waters witness her complete surrender to my will. Her hands grip my arms, nails digging in as wave after wave of sensation tears through her.
When she finally goes limp against me, breathing hard, I press my lips to her damp temple.
"That's it. Take what I give you. This body belongs to me. I own every response, every sound, every drop of pleasure."
I turn her in my arms so she faces me, her back against the edge of the pool. My mouth finds her neck, then trails lower tothe curve where her neck meets her shoulder—a place usually hidden by clothing. I bite down, sucking the skin until a mark forms.
She gasps, tensing in my arms, but I hold her firmly.
"Mine," I growl against her marked skin. "My woman. My prize. My fucking manko. My pussy. My beautiful little fucktoy to claim whenever I want."
She doesn't protest. Doesn't fight. Just leans back against my chest with the acceptance of someone who's finally stopped running.
My beautiful little bird. She's finally beginning to learn that some cages are too perfect to escape.
15
Paige
IfindMizukiinthe library, curled in the window seat with tears streaming down her face. She's trying to hide it, of course—eighteen years of training in perfect composure doesn't disappear just because your world is crumbling. But her shoulders shake with suppressed sobs, and the international law textbook in her lap is forgotten.
"Mizuki-chan?" I slide the door closed behind me, giving us privacy. "What's wrong?"
She wipes her eyes quickly, trying to reassemble her mask of calm authority. "Nothing, Paige-sensei. Just reading."
"That's obviously not true." I settle onto the cushion beside her, close enough to offer comfort but not so close as to trap her. "Talk to me."
For a moment, she almost does. I see the words gathering behind her dark eyes, the desperate need to tell someone how scared she is, how trapped she feels. Then the walls slam back up, and she's Kaito's perfect daughter again.
"It's not appropriate to burden you with family matters," she says with careful politeness.
Family matters. Code for "things you wouldn't understand" or "things that aren't your business" or "things that happen to daughters in this world whether they want them or not."
"Try me," I say gently.
She stares out the window for a long moment, watching summer sunlight filter through ancient maple trees. When she finally speaks, her voice is trembling. "Otou-sama talked to me about my course selections for university next year."
My stomach clenches with premonition. "What did he say?"
"That international law is impractical for someone in my position. That I should focus on more suitable subjects." She clutches the textbook tighter, knuckles white against the cover. "Traditional arts. Cultural preservation. Domestic management."
Domestic management.Like she's being trained to run a household instead of change the world.
"How do you feel about that?"
Her laugh is bitter, broken. "How I feel is irrelevant. Just flower arrangement and tea ceremony and learning to be a proper Japanese daughter."
The defeat in her voice makes my chest ache. "Mizuki-chan, you're brilliant at legal studies."
