Kana was still perched in my lap, wearing that smug little smile of hers—the kind that said she thought she'd already won. Her fingers rested lazily on my shoulders, as if she had all the time in the world.
But she didn't.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and shifted my weight. In one smooth motion, I rolled us over. Her eyes went wide as her back met the plush cushions, the air in her lungs catching in a startled gasp.
Now I was above her.
My hands caught her wrists mid-reaction, pressing them down gently but with no room to resist. Her fingers tensed instinctively, testing, but I didn't budge.
"S-Sousuke…?" Her voice was small, breathless, like she was already caught off guard.
I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear, letting the heat of my breath sink into her skin. "You've had your fun," I murmured—slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore. "Now… it's my turn again."
The change was instant. I felt it in the way her body shifted beneath me, the way that little coil of tension in her spine loosened until she was melting into the cushions. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Her lips parted, a whisper of sound escaping. She didn't fight. She didn't even think to.
Instead, her chin tipped back, her neck arching in a quiet, wordless offering. The delicate line of her throat was right there, pale and tempting.
That tiny, unthinking submission lit something deep in me.
"You like this, don't you?" I asked, my fingers tightening around her wrists just enough to remind her where she was. "Being here. Under me."
Her eyes flicked to the side, her breath stuttering. But after a beat, she nodded. "…Yes."
The way she said it—soft, almost ashamed, but so honest—sent a slow burn through my chest.
I didn't waste another second. My mouth crashed into hers, not tentative, not asking—claiming. My lips pressed hard against hers, drawing a muffled, needy moan from deep in her throat. Her body arched into me, instinct trying to close the space between us, but my grip kept her pinned.
When I finally pulled back, her eyes were hazy, lips parted. I trailed my mouth down the curve of her jaw, over the faint marks I'd left earlier. She shivered when my teeth grazed her skin, breath catching as I bit—lightly, purposefully—before soothing the sting with my tongue.
"Look at you…" My voice was low against her pulse. "So obedient now. You're beautiful like this."
I released one wrist, only to let my hand roam slowly down her side, fingers dragging over the curve of her waist, the slope of her hip. Even through the thin fabric of her skirt, her warmth was searing. Her hips gave the smallest twitch beneath my touch, but she didn't pull away.
I caught her wrist again, pinning both hands above her head once more, my weight pressing her deeper into the cushions. "No moving unless I say so."
Her eyes locked on mine, wide but unwavering. "…Okay."
That was all I needed.
I kissed her again, slower this time—each brush of my lips deliberate, every angle and pressure chosen to keep her right where I wanted her. She softened beneath me, her breath growing uneven, her body yielding entirely to my lead.
Her hands flexed beneath my grip, fingers curling like she was searching for something solid to hold onto. I gave her nothing but me—my weight, my control, my voice.
I kept her wrists pinned above her head, my fingers curled firmly around them, while my other hand slid down her side in an unhurried path. I could feel her heartbeat racing beneath her skin, her chest rising in short, shallow breaths.
"Relax," I murmured, brushing my lips over her cheek. "I'll take care of everything."
Her eyes fluttered shut, and I felt the faintest tremor in her arms—nerves, excitement, both mixing together.
My hand slipped to the hem of her skirt. I tugged it up slowly, deliberately, letting my knuckles graze the sensitive skin of her thighs. She squirmed slightly but didn't resist, the movement drawing a quiet, knowing smile from me.
"You're warm already," I whispered, my thumb brushing just beneath the lace edge of her panties. Her breath hitched, her body instinctively pressing upward, seeking more contact. But with her wrists pinned, she couldn't guide me—she had to take what I gave.
I trailed my lips down her neck again, over the hickeys I'd left earlier, making her gasp softly each time my teeth grazed her.
Still keeping her pinned, I lowered my mouth to her chest, kissing and sucking her peaks in slow, wet circles. She let out a helpless moan, her back arching instinctively to offer me more, even though her hands couldn't move.
I alternated between them, teasing one with my mouth while my free hand toyed with the other, until her breathing grew ragged and uneven again. Her thighs pressed together tightly, her body trembling beneath me.
Her back arched ever so slightly, not enough to break my hold, but enough for me to feel the quiet urgency building inside her.
"You're not going to stop me, are you?" I murmured against her skin, my voice a low hum that made her shiver.
Her lips parted, but she didn't answer right away. It was like she was savoring the moment, letting it sink in before she finally whispered, "…No."
Good.
I slid my mouth further down, brushing over the gentle swell beneath her blouse. My free hand kept her wrists locked above her head, while the other slipped to the edge of her skirt, the pads of my fingers grazing her thigh through the fabric. Her body tensed at the contact, her breath hitching—but she didn't dare move.
"Still so good for me…" I said quietly, my words almost lost in the heat between us.
Kana's eyes fluttered closed, her lips trembling like she was fighting the urge to bite them. I felt the soft, involuntary roll of her hips against me—a plea her voice was too shy to make.
I let my fingers trace slow, teasing circles just above her knee, gradually working higher, the hem of her skirt yielding beneath my touch. My lips moved in tandem, following an unhurried path down her chest, over the faint curve of her ribs.
Every little sound she made—a sharp inhale, a muffled whimper—fed the tight coil of control I was holding. I wanted her to feel each moment as it came, with no way to rush past it.
"Open your eyes," I told her, my tone leaving no room for refusal.
They opened instantly. Wide, glassy, trusting.
"Good girl," I murmured, letting my mouth brush against the soft skin just above her stomach.
Her breathing quickened again as I trailed even lower, my hand finally slipping fully beneath her skirt. The warmth there was intoxicating—radiating, almost pulsing.
She bit back a sound, her fingers tightening in my grip as I reached the edge of her panties.
"Mm… already trembling," I said with a quiet chuckle, my breath ghosting over her skin.
I pressed one last kiss just below her navel before my free hand left her skirt and returned to her wrists, locking her down again.
Her anticipation was palpable now, every muscle taut beneath me.
And then… I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and began to ease it down.
The skirt slid lower, inch by inch, the fabric whispering against her thighs before I pulled it completely free. Her legs instinctively pressed together, as if she could still keep some part of herself hidden from me.
I didn't let her.
My hands rested on the inside of her knees, applying the gentlest pressure until her thighs parted. The moment they did, the sight of her—still shielded by the thin, damp fabric of her panties—made my pulse thud in my ears.
She knew exactly what I saw.
Her cheeks burned crimson, and she turned her face away, trying to retreat into shyness. But I wasn't having it. I leaned down, my mouth close to the edge of her panties, close enough to feel the heat radiating through them.
The scent hit me first—sweet, intoxicating, and uniquely hers. I inhaled slowly, deliberately, letting the sound of my breath reach her ears.
Kana whimpered.
"You smell… perfect," I said, my voice low and deliberate, each word dripping with intent.
Her whole body shivered. Her hands tugged faintly against my grip, not to escape, but as if the intensity was too much to handle.
I didn't give her time to recover. My mouth hovered just above her covered mound while my free hand slid down, my thumb hooking the thin fabric to the side. The moment she was exposed, the air between us grew hotter, heavier.
I let my gaze drink her in—slick, glistening, trembling for me. Then, without touching anything else, I pressed my index finger lightly to her clit and began flicking.
Small, precise, rapid movements.
Kana's breath caught instantly, a sharp gasp breaking from her throat. Her hips jerked, but my weight kept her pinned exactly where I wanted her.
"S-Sousuke—! Ah—ahhh—" Her voice cracked, each sound higher than the last.
I didn't slow. My eyes stayed on hers, watching them glaze over, watching her lips part in helpless moans.
Her body tightened, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. And then—
A sudden rush of warmth spilled against my hand, her entire body arching as the orgasm ripped through her. The couch cushions beneath her darkened, the sound of her release mingling with her desperate cries.
I kept flicking through it, drawing out every second, watching her come undone completely beneath me.
When I finally stopped, she was panting hard, her wrists lax in my hold, her whole body trembling from the aftershocks.