Our lips lingered, her soft breath mixing with mine, the faint taste of the tea from earlier still on her tongue. She made this tiny sound—half sigh, half whimper—that had my grip on her tightening instinctively.
"Mm… Kana-chan," I murmured against her mouth, my tone low, deliberate. "You're trembling."
Her lashes fluttered. "I–I can't help it… When you look at me like that…"
I didn't give her time to finish. My hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against me, forcing her to feel every inch of my intent. She gasped softly, her body melting into mine just like last night.
"You know what happens," I whispered at her ear, letting my breath graze the sensitive skin there, "when you shake like that in front of me?"
She swallowed, her voice a quiet, almost obedient murmur. "You… take control."
"Exactly." My lips brushed her jawline as my fingers threaded into her hair, tilting her head just enough for me to claim another kiss—this one deeper, firmer, making her let out a muffled "Mmh…" that vibrated between us.
Her hands, tentative at first, gripped the front of my shirt. "Sousuke-kun… you're being… unfair…"
"Unfair?" I pulled back just enough to look into her flushed face. "Kana-chan, you're the one who asked me to bring you here. You knew exactly what would happen."
She bit her lip, her eyes darting down. "…Yes…"
The way she admitted it, so soft and quiet, sent heat surging through me. My hand trailed slowly down her side, feeling the hitch in her breathing as I reached the hem of her blouse.
"Then be good," I told her, my voice firm now, "and let me see you."
Her breath caught. She nodded almost imperceptibly, like giving me permission took every ounce of courage she had.
"Lie back," I instructed, guiding her until she was against the pillows, the city lights spilling across her skin through the open curtains. She shifted nervously, her thighs pressing together, but didn't resist.
As I moved over her, she whispered, "Sousuke-kun… don't make me wait too long…"
I smirked down at her. "No, Kana-chan. You'll wait exactly as long as I decide."
Her quiet whimper told me she'd obey.
Her breathing was already shallow, the rise and fall of her chest quickening beneath me. I placed one hand firmly on her hip, keeping her in place, the other trailing deliberately over the curve of her waist.
"Keep your eyes on me," I told her, voice low but edged with authority.
She tried, but her gaze kept flicking away, shyness winning for a moment—until I caught her chin between my fingers and forced her to meet my eyes.
"That's better," I murmured. "Good girl."
That phrase alone seemed to ripple through her body; I felt the subtle shiver under my palm. Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles whitening as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the delicate line of her collarbone, the faint tremor of anticipation in her muscles.
"You're shaking again, Kana-chan," I said, leaning close so my lips barely brushed hers as I spoke.
"…Because you're looking at me like you're going to… devour me."
I smiled faintly. "I am."
Her soft gasp dissolved into a breathy whimper as I slid her blouse fully off her shoulders, my fingertips grazing bare skin in the process.
"Lie still," I commanded when she shifted under my touch, instinctively trying to hide herself.
She froze, biting her lip, obeying perfectly.
"That's it. Let me," I said, my tone softening just enough to make her compliance feel like a gift rather than a demand.
I trailed my hand down the inside of her thigh, feeling the way she tensed, how her legs wanted to close but didn't. Her restraint was delicious.
"Spread them," I said, not loudly, but with a firmness that brooked no hesitation.
She obeyed instantly, her face turning away in embarrassment even as her body betrayed her willingness.
"Look at me when you do that," I reminded her.
Her eyes darted back to mine, wide and glassy, pupils dilated. "S-Sousuke-kun… you're so… mean…"
"Not mean," I corrected, leaning in until my lips brushed her ear. "Just giving you exactly what you need."
Her shiver at those words was answer enough.
I slid her skirt higher, my knuckles grazing her inner thigh. "You're not going to tell me to stop, are you?"
"…Never."
That single word was laced with so much certainty it made my pulse thrum harder.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pausing deliberately. "Say it. Tell me you want me to."
Her breath caught, but she said it. "I… I want you to."
"Good girl," I whispered, sliding them down slowly, exposing her inch by inch until the cool air of the room replaced the warmth of the fabric.
She whimpered softly, her hands twitching like she wanted to cover herself. I caught her wrists and pinned them gently above her head.
"No hiding," I said firmly. "I want to see all of you."
The way her body relaxed under that command—completely yielding, trusting me to decide the pace—was the moment I knew her submission was absolute.
"Now," I said, lowering myself to kiss the trembling line of her stomach, "you're mine for the rest of the night."
"Stay still," I murmured, letting my lips trace the path from her stomach to just below her ribs, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most.
She gave a frustrated little whine. "Sousuke-kun… please…"
"Please what?" I pressed, keeping my voice slow, controlled. "If you want something, you say it. Clearly."
Her cheeks flushed deeper. "…Touch me."
I smiled faintly. "Where?"
Her eyes flicked downward, then back up to mine. "…You know where…"
I leaned in, close enough that my breath fanned across her skin, but stopped just short. "Say it."
Her body trembled. "…Between my thighs."
"That's better," I said approvingly. "You're learning."
I released her wrists just long enough to position her exactly how I wanted—knees bent, legs parted. Then I gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place.
"Now you don't move unless I tell you," I said. "Understand?"
"…Yes."
"Good girl."
When I finally touched her, the sound she made was nothing short of desperate—a sharp inhale followed by a breathy moan that told me just how badly she'd been waiting. Her hips twitched involuntarily, but my hands tightened, keeping her grounded.
"What did I just say about moving?"
She gasped. "I–I'm sorry… I couldn't—"
"You can," I cut in, my tone just stern enough to make her shiver. "You will. Hold still."
Her hands fisted in the sheets above her head, her body writhing against the command but not daring to disobey outright.
"That's it," I coaxed, finding a steady rhythm. "Let me decide when you get more… and when you don't."
Her whimper at those words was so raw it nearly broke my composure. I leaned over her, my mouth at her ear. "You like it when I control you like this, don't you?"
"…Yes…" she admitted, her voice small and trembling.
"Say it like you mean it."
"Yes… Sousuke-kun… I like it…"
I rewarded her with a firmer, faster pace, feeling the way her breathing turned ragged, how her thighs tried to close but couldn't under my grip.
"Don't hold back," I told her. "If you're close, you tell me. Understood?"
"Yes—ah—yes…"
Her head tipped back against the pillows, eyes glazed, her entire body pliant under my hands. She wasn't thinking anymore—just reacting, obeying, giving herself over completely to whatever I decided next.
"Sousuke-kun—ah—"
I slowed my pace just enough to make her cry out in frustration.
"No… no, don't stop…" she pleaded, her voice thin and desperate.
I leaned down until my forehead brushed hers, forcing her to see my eyes. "You don't get to decide that, Kana-chan. You hold it. For me."
She shook her head frantically. "I… I can't—"
"Yes, you can," I said firmly, keeping the rhythm just shy of pushing her over. "You're going to stay right here, on the edge, until I say otherwise. Understand?"
Her nails dug into the sheets, her body trembling with restraint. "…Y-Yes…"
"That's my girl," I murmured, letting one hand stroke her cheek in stark contrast to the control I held over her hips. "Look at you… doing exactly what I tell you, even when every part of you is begging to let go."
Her lips parted, her breaths coming faster, her eyes glassy. "Sousuke-kun… please… it's too much…"
I smiled faintly, savoring the sight of her caught between surrender and desperation. "No, Kana-chan. It's exactly enough."
Her whole body arched under me, the tension wound so tight I could feel it in every muscle. I held her there, hovering on that knife-edge, for a heartbeat… two…
"Now," I commanded, my voice low but absolute. "Let go."
The sound she made as she shattered beneath me was raw and unrestrained—half sob, half cry of relief. Her body convulsed, every ounce of held-back release flooding through her in waves, and I kept her steady, guiding her through it, not letting her pull away until the last tremor left her.
When she finally slumped back against the pillows, utterly spent, I brushed the damp strands of hair from her face.
"Good girl," I said softly, the praise sinking into her as her chest rose and fell in exhausted satisfaction.