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Akechi's suit jacket had been discarded on the floor, his tie loose around his neck. Makoto towered over him as she pressed her heel in between his legs. He moaned softly, his eyes closed, mouth gaping open. He went to move his hand up her leg, but she swatted it away. "You must ask for permission, Akechi-kun, where are your manners?" He planted his hands on the floor as she continued her ministrations on his crotch. As her shoe rubbed up against him, he tilted his head back and shuddered. Makoto pulled her foot away and walked back to the couch, which made Akechi whimper pathetically. Taking a seat, she crossed her legs seductively, and with her outstretched hand gave him a come hither gesture.
"Sit at my feet Akechi-kun."
He stood up straight to walk to her, but she snapped her fingers to the floor. "Oh no, Akechi-kun, crawl to me like the animal you are." He leaned back down slowly, undoing his tie and letting it rest around his neck. Shameless, he crawled to her on all fours.
"And what can I do to please my Master?" He looked up at her with half-lidded eyes.
"Lick my shoes, like a good boy." she cooed while she ran her hand across his cheek.
She lifted her crossed leg slowly, admiring his lingering gaze and placed her shoe on his chest. "May I please touch your legs now, Master?" Akechi pleaded softly. Makoto rolled her eyes to the side in thought before she nodded. "Well since you asked so nicely, Akechi-kun." He ran his hand up her calf, bringing the tip of her shoe to his lips to give it a chaste kiss. He looked up at her as he dragged his tongue across the patent leather shoe while he massaged her calf. Running his hand over the top of her thigh, he inched closer to her skirts. She slipped the tie from around his neck and wrapped it around her hand. "Someone is getting a little ahead of himself; he needs to check his behavior or I'll have to tie him up." Her voice is breathy, yet intimidating; his hand froze at the edge of her skirts. He retreated his hand back to her shin while licking her shoe.
"That's clean enough." She pulled her foot away to examine the shoe. She seemed impressed. "How meticulous." "What did you expect from a great detective." His cockiness didn't go unnoticed. She pressed the other shoe to his chest while pulling off the clean shoe, dropping it to the floor haphazardly. She rested her stocking clad foot on his crotch, stroking it gently. Akechi's breath hitched; he didn't pull her shoe to his lips this time. Instead, he leaned back and gripped her ankle, moaning while she worked his shaft with her other foot. "You were always the best tease, Makoto." She gave him a bored stare and pinched the tip of his erection with her stocking clad foot. He hissed and gripped her ankle a little tighter, pulling it away from his chest, trying to bring it over his shoulder. Makoto tugged on his grip but he didn't let go.
"I think you may have forgotten who was in charge here, Akechi-kun. Do I need to remind you of that?"
"No, no Makoto, I believe your time as Master is u-"
Makoto pinched her toes on the tip of his bulge harder, then ground her heel roughly into his groin. Akechi grunted, falling forward in pain, her foot slipped from his hand. With his head now in her lap, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it. "Oh, Akechi-kun. I'll always be your Master." She hung the tie around the back of his neck, opening her legs and dragged him toward her core. She draped her leg over his shoulder, continuing to stroke him with her other foot. Grinding his chin into her pubic bone, she threw her head back and moaned. "Mmm, this feels good. I wonder what your mouth can do, seeing you're so good at running it." He grunted out of frustration, trying to pull away, but she spoke "Behave well and you can put your hands on my thighs. Touch nowhere else, or I'll make your nose worse than it is." She hit him where it really hurts - Makoto knew he wanted to keep his pretty boy features for tv appearances. He stopped fighting her and stilled himself. He pulled her foot away from his crotch, draping it over his other shoulder and wrapped his arms around her thighs.
Akechi mouthed her clothed entrance, gently dragging his teeth over her clit. "As I suspected, your mouth does wonders, Akechi." Panting, Makoto tugged at the tie, grinding her pelvis into his face. He gripped her thighs, balling her black stockings into his fists and tugged, ripping the fabric. He braced for her backlash, but she instead lifted her hips, helping him pull them down. "Such a good detective, always two steps ahead." He tore them off frantically, then latched his lips to her damp panties. Feeling her clothes were too tight for her skin, she popped the buttons of her top and pulled it apart to reveal a matching lacy bra underneath. Akechi moved his hands further up her body, resting his hands on her ribs. She didn't resist. "More, Akechi, I need more." Her cheeks matched the red of her maid outfit. Feeling the slack from the tie, he pulled back to get a better look at her. "Tell me what you want, Master, and I shall give it to you." His eyes were dark and looked desperate to please her.
Makoto shivered. Feeling close to her release, she pointed to the ground. "On your back, servant." Akechi pulled back and did as commanded. Standing on shaky legs, she dragged her panties down her legs and composed herself before sauntering over to Akechi. She stepped over his head, pulling up her skirts seductively and gave Akechi a teasing smile. Gazing up at her, he returned her smile, waiting to see what torture she'll do next. Seeing her squat down near his face, he gasped and hesitated; he felt her heat radiate on his face. Akechi took a quick swipe of his tongue on her outer lips. Makoto, not used to the sensation, jumped. He was quick to grab her thighs to steady her. He ran his tongue over her again, dragging it over her clit slowly. She gripped his hair, pulling him closer to her cunt while panting softly. "Oh fuck..." He nipped and sucked on her greedily, slowly building her back up to her climax.
Arching her back and panting harder, she teetered back, losing her balance. With a surprised squeak, she collapsed on top of him, nearly kicking him in the face. She caught her breath and tried to move off of him. Akechi sat up to help her in his lap, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. Resting her head on his shoulder, her blush reached down her neck. "You're more talented at this than Joker. I'll have to sit on your face more often." He nestled into her neck, giving her a light kiss. Makoto wasn't sure if she wanted to reciprocate, but she welcomed his kisses; her walls were slipping away. Sensing this, He gave the illusion of adoration by giving closed mouth kisses on her shoulder and clavicle. Gradually, his movements became bolder, dragging his tongue up her neck and nipping at her ear. Shuddering against him, she gripped his shirt, trying to push him away.
"Allow me to show you my other talents, 'Master'."
He pressed her closer to him, biting her neck. She yelped from the pain and squirmed around to get away from him, but he snaked his arm around her, hoisting her further up his lap. He had a clear view of her chest, giving him the chance to bite the top of her breasts. She scored his waistcoat while slapping his chest. He snickered at her pathetic resistance. Ignoring her clawing, he unzipped his trousers; he knew he would finally be on top of the one person that has been a thorn in his side.
He didn't expect for the heel of her palm to hit him square in the nose.
Blood gushed all over his shirt and waistcoat. He hit the floor hard and was dazed from the impact. "Oh, Akechi-kun," Makoto cooed, her voice cold and sinister, "I'm going to be the one to fuck you, not the other way around." He trembled when he felt her hand snake down his pants and grips his length, digging her nails into it. She gave a few tugs and sat on her knees to align herself on his cock. Slowly impaling herself on him, she gasped. He threw his head back and moaned, gripping her skirts. Moving her hips slowly, she rocked herself on Akechi's cock and moaned "Look at me when I fuck you, Akechi." He didn't respond to her command; he instead looked at the ceiling. She shouted violently, "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M FUCKING YOU, SERVENT!" He bucked his hips and moaned loudly, finally looking up at her. She snapped forward and smashed her lips to his, tasting the copper from his broken nose. She bit his lower lip and dragged her tongue over it to gain entrance to his mouth. He opened his mouth, then sucked lightly on her tongue. She reeled back from him, his blood smeared across their faces. She slapped him. "Not without my permission, Servant." Akechi replied back meekly, "Yes, Master. My apologies."
"That's a good servant."