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You enchanted him as you gracefully moved around the room, engaging with important clients of his company and even taking time to talk with the other personal assistants. The dress he purchased for you was stunning, accentuating your generously curved figure and teasing him with glimpses of your smooth, brown skin through the strategically placed cutouts. You laughed and made light of the situation, saying there was no way you could make it work, saying that your body wasn't made for dresses like this. But he insisted, and to your surprise, it fit like a glove.
Of course, he knew your exact measurements. He knew every inch of your body and controlled almost all of your wardrobe, including the smallest details like stockings. From your coiled hair down to your heels, he handpicked looks for you and dictated what you should wear every day before entering the office. Every single day. You were like a present for him to open later; even if that meant in the middle of the day. He always had spare outfits in the office, just in case.
“What kind of boss would I be if I made you pay for expensive dresses for an event that I dragged you to?”
Not a single event went by without having a custom-made dress prepared for you. He carefully selected colors that would enhance your complexion and silhouettes that would flatter your body. His favorite part came at the end of the night when you’d follow him up to a hotel room or back to his home and let him pull you out of the clothes for himself.
Nanami needed to have control. In every aspect of his life, there was order. At work, you filled your role to perfection. Along with it, you wormed your way in and taught him how to relax. How to let go of the reins just a touch. You meant everything to him now.
He put on a show of being fully engaged in conversations throughout the night, but he found them all uninteresting. All he wanted was for you to be by his side, taking over the discussions. It was a selfish wish to always have you within reach, with his possessive hand on your waist, claiming you as his own rather than letting you move freely from one conversation to another.
He watched as you laughed at jokes and casually touched arms with others, adjusting the level of intimacy depending on how well you knew each person. With each passing minute, his jealousy grew stronger.
You had a grip on everyone's attention, whether it was due to your charm or your appearance, but he caught plenty of his associates' eyes wandering as you walked away. He couldn't blame them; you were dazzling, a masterpiece to be admired.
“Nanami.” Your voice broke through his daydreaming, and he turned, surprised. He had been so lost in thought that he didn't even notice you disappear into the crowd. You brought him back to reality with the way you spoke his name. It was a miracle that he had managed to carry on his conversation without anyone noticing his lack of mental presence.
“You remember Ichiji, right?” He motioned towards the reserved man standing before him. You had a talent for remembering every person you met. Each face matched with their name, neatly organized in a mental directory at your disposal.
“Of course, I do! How are things at…” His mind drifted once more, observing you effortlessly engage in conversation with his longtime friend. He enjoyed catching up with his colleagues, but it was time to wrap this evening up.
“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to steal Nanami away. There’s someone that needs a moment of his attention.” He often wondered how you mastered the ability to perpetually maintain an upbeat demeanor even during the most trivial conversations. Your attention was always fully present and engaged with whomever you were speaking to, even in a group. “It was so nice seeing you again, Ichiji!”
A spark was hidden in your eyes behind your composed, professional demeanor. He's the only one who could see it, knowing you like he did. It seemed like you both had the same thought, as a silent understanding passed between you.
“I guess I shouldn’t keep them waiting.” With a final sip of his drink, he smoothly wrapped up his conversation. His hand gently rested on your lower back for a brief moment, a subtle gesture of guidance as you both excused yourselves. His touch lingered like a ghost, sending shivers down your spine.
“These things are always never-ending.” Your muttering was just loud enough for him to hear. Your façade instantly dropped once you both cleared the doors and were fully out of sight. The abrupt transition used to catch him off guard, but he quickly learned to appreciate your ability to switch between personas. He couldn’t quite understand why watching you switch it on and off during conversations only made him want you more.
“True, but you do an amazing job of hiding it.”
“I was trained by the best.” There was a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes when you looked at him. Maybe he taught you too well how to provoke him. He was already straining against the tight material of his pants and loosened his tie with a quick tug to maintain his composure on the way to the elevators.
“I’ll have to thank them.”
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“I could feel you watching me all night, Sir.”
You giggled now that both of you made it to the luxurious room. You assisted him in removing his jacket, his already loosened tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. You dropped to your knees to unbuckle his belt always making sure to hand it directly to him after you pulled it from his waist. He would decide what to do with it by the time you finished.
The way you teased him during this part always depended on the reaction you wanted from him. Tonight, you let your mouth glide over the tent in his pants until your teeth caught the zipper.
“You put on a very entertaining show.” Watching your teeth tug on the zipper had him eager to feel your mouth, but he knew patience was key.
Your hands moved to the top of his pants and smoothly pulled them down until they hit the floor. All that remained were his briefs, barely containing his size. It always amazed you that no one ever noticed his impressive girth through his perfectly tailored suit. There was so much of him that every thrust made you feel completely filled, no matter how shallow.
His voice came out husky with his next order. “Come here.”
You stood in front of him, taller than usual in your high heels. He caressed your chin with his hand and pulled you close for a kiss. Despite Nanami's usual control, his mouth was wild and unrestrained as it claimed yours. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, leaving you unable to suppress the moans that he pulled into his mouth.
He broke away from your lips, and you almost lost balance trying to hold on to him. You didn’t miss his chuckle. His hands traced over your body, admiring the dress in a way that was impossible earlier when you first put it on. If he had, neither of you would have made it to the event you were expected to attend.
One of his fingers slipped through one of the holes in the side of the dress, caressing the small hint of exposed skin. There wasn't much room for him to maneuver, but he continued to use his finger to test its boundaries.
“I like this one.” He gently turned you around, a hand resting on your shoulders as he accessed the zipper. It would be difficult to take off quickly. He made a mental note to have another one made for you, just as perfect as this one.
The sound of fabric ripping caught your attention before his words did. The sudden feeling of air against your skin made you inhale sharply. It never failed to confuse you when he chose to ruin clothes purchased for you. It felt like such a waste, especially since he would inevitably replace the garment later.
“Why buy me such a nice dress if you’re just going to rip it?” He paused behind you. You could practically feel the intensity of his gaze burning into your back. He was daring you to say something else. “Sorry, Daddy.”
You heard a hum of disapproval, a clear sign of his disappointment in you. He took his time as he removed the tattered garment from your body, revealing the lingerie that had been hidden all night. Your black stiletto heels went perfectly with the lace set and he couldn't bring himself to make you take them off.
“Face me. Arms out.” He secured each of your wrists with the belt. Individual loops made improvised cuffs. With a firm tug, he pulled it tight, securing your hands together. The feeling of restriction was always thrilling. He guided you with a gentle hand to the bed just a few steps behind you and gave you a small push. “Sit.”
You landed gracefully with a delicate plop, careful to maintain your balance as best you could with your hands locked together. Your ample breasts bounced slightly within the confines of your secure top, teasingly close to spilling out. Your eyes flickered with a look that warned him you wanted to get in trouble. You were waiting for another opportunity.
“Open.” He freed himself from his briefs and started slow, steady strokes up the length. Your mouth watered as you opened wide, and your tongue rested against your lower lip. So perfect for him. “Beautiful.”
He rewarded you with praise and a gentle grip on your cheeks before he slapped his tip against your tongue. You locked your eyes with his and you teased him with a few swirls around his tip. His grip on your cheeks tightened when you caressed his length against your tongue.
“I didn’t tell you to do that.” One of his eyebrows was raised in a clear sign of his disapproval. “Choke on it.”
And you happily obliged, allowing him to slide into your mouth until you felt the back of your throat. You held yourself there for a moment before pulling back, only to repeat the process again and again. You focused all of your attention on satisfying him.
You loosened the muscles in your throat, allowing him to move in and out with ease. His hands tightly gripped your hair, guiding you along his shaft as he relished the power he held over you. With each thrust, he grew more forceful, tugging on your curls as he reached the back of your throat. The feeling of being completely under his control was exhilarating, knowing that he could make you do anything with just a simple command or touch.
Nanami leaned his head back for a moment with his eyes closed, releasing a slow inhale and exhalation. You had to earn his reactions. No matter how good he felt, he would hold back until you proved to him that you were the perfect little doll that he could play with as he pleased.
You sucked him until your spit dripped from the sides of your mouth and you left behind a complete mess. Your own body was thrumming with arousal. The air between your slightly opened legs was hot and throbbing, as much as you wanted to relieve yourself you knew better than to touch yourself without permission. There was only so far you were willing to push him today.
“That's it, Princess.”
He pulled away from you, leaving you feeling empty and desperate for more. Your eyes pleaded with him to continue as he stood there, admiring your disheveled appearance. Your lips were swollen from the rough treatment, and your hair was a mess from his hands. You were the perfect picture of submission, ready to do anything he wanted.
“You want to make me happy, right?” Nanami’s hand gripped your chin again tightly, forcing you to look up at him. You gave him a weak attempt at a nod as you squirmed under his intense gaze, knowing that pleasing him was all that mattered right now. Your body was aching for more of his touch and your hips involuntarily rocked against nothing in hopes of relieving the ache between your legs.
“Lie back,” Nanami instructed, guiding you down onto the bed. He gently pushed against your chest until you were lying flat in front of him. He opened your legs wider and used them to help slide you further up the bed.
His fingers curled around the waistband of your panties, drawing them down your legs. He positioned the limbs to keep them spread open and placed your feet, still adorned with heels, on the bed in front of you.
His hands gently roamed over every inch of your bare skin, before stopping at your sensitive clit. With slow and steady movements, his thumb circled it, causing a small surge of electricity to shoot through your body.
You couldn't help the small gasp that escaped when he pressed a finger inside of you. He started moving his hand in a slow rhythm, each thrust hitting just the right spot inside of you that made your toes curl inside your heels.
“Your pleasure doesn’t belong to you. It’s only for me. You may not cum, but you will. When I allow it, you’ll cum so hard on my fingers that your weak mind won’t be able to handle it.”
Your mind and body were at war with each other. Your body wanted release while your mind fought against it. But as his fingers continued their relentless assault on your sensitive clit and insides, it became harder and harder to resist.
Your hips were moving against his hand of their own accord, seeking more friction and stimulation. But Nanami held firm, not letting you have what you wanted until he deemed it appropriate. You could feel your body starting to give out under the intense pressure building within you.
He was relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge but never allowing you to go over. Your body was aching with need, every nerve screaming for release. But you knew better than to push him, knowing that he would only prolong your suffering.
Suddenly, Nanami slowed the pace of his fingers, drawing out each thrust until it was torturously slow before pulling out completely. You whined at the emptiness, your body wanting his touch more than ever. But then, Nanami's mouth replaced his fingers between your legs.
His tongue worked expertly over your sensitive flesh, flicking and swirling in all the right ways. He lapped at your folds hungrily, savoring every drop of arousal that dripped from you while using one hand to continue rubbing circles on your clit. You moaned and writhed under his skilled tongue. He knew just how to touch you, how to make you squirm with need. You were so close to the edge, but you knew better than to cum without asking.
“Please let me cum, Daddy. Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely, cum for me, pretty girl.”
A cry of pleasure escaped your lips as your orgasm hit hard and fast. It was like an explosion went off inside of you. Nanami didn't let up though – he kept going, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from your sensitive body.
He used a hand to wipe your release from his face as he stood above you and looked down at where you lay spread out beneath him like an offering. His eyes were dark with desire and a small smirk played at the corners of his lips.
As you took a moment to regain your composure, your head tilted to the side. Your gaze was fixed on his moving hand, almost as if you were under a spell. You were so lost in your trance that you didn't realize the way you were licking your lips hungrily until his voice jolted you back to reality.
“What are you looking at, Princess? See something you want?” You nodded, unable to take your eyes off where he was standing at attention. The way he had worked you up with his fingers left your body buzzing everywhere. You were aching to be stuffed until he filled you up with his cum, breeding you like the thirsty whore you were. “Show me.”
You moved as best you could with restrained hands to present yourself to him on all fours. Your face in the sheets and ass lifted, swaying a little as if calling him forward.
Nanami's eyes darkened even more as he took in the sight before him. Your submission and eagerness only fueled him. He approached you slowly, taking his time to savor the moment.
He positioned himself behind you and grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to him so that his hard cock was pressed against your wet entrance. He teased you, rubbing himself against your folds but not entering just yet. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every passing moment.
Without warning, Nanami slammed into you with force causing you to cry out. His pace was rough and unforgiving, making it clear that he was in control and that this was all for his pleasure.
But that was perfectly fine – feeling him inside of you was all that you cared about at this point. Pleasure coursed through your body as Nanami hit all the right spots with each thrust. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
"You like being fucked this way?" Nanami's grip on your hips tightened as he quickened his pace even more. Every nerve ending in your body came alive as his cock hit just the right angle inside of you.
You moaned "Fuck yes," in response, unable to form more coherent words than that as you were consumed by the intense feeling of him fucking into you.
“Everyone had their eyes on you tonight. I bet they wished they could see how beautiful you look split open on my cock.”
Wanton sounds of pleasure slipped from your lips; all of them lost in the sheets as Nanami continued to ravage your body. You were so wet that he could see your honey dripping down your legs as you moved toward release.
“Say my name, Princess,” Nanami growled, thrusting harder and hitting that spot inside of you that made your vision blur with stars.
“Kento,” you whined without hesitation, feeling yourself on the brink of climax. Your whole body tensed with pleasure as you gave in completely to him.
“Whose pussy is this?” His voice was commanding and rough, causing your walls to flutter around him.
“All yours, Kento.” A low groan escaped from him at your response as his thrusts became faster and uncontrolled as he neared his release. Your breaths became shallow and ragged as waves of ecstasy washed over you repeatedly.
He demanded, "Cum for me again," and you followed his direction almost instantaneously. Your body needed the release, and you squeezed tightly around him, urging him closer to his own end.
As your body trembled from the intensity of your orgasm, Nanami continued to thrust into you at a slower pace. Each deep movement sent shocks through your oversensitive body.
“Good girl,” Nanami praised as he reached his climax and spilled inside of you. The sensation of his hot release had you whimpering beneath him.
When both of you came down from the intense high, Nanami pulled out and lay beside you on the bed, holding you close in his arms. You reveled in the aftermath and he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I’m so proud of you, Princess.”