Nighttime Visitor

I know I told him I would wait to let him see me, but… I was lingering outside his bathroom door, hearing the water hitting porcelain and trying to banish images of the steaming water flowing down Suichi’s lithe body, caressing his soft thighs and glittering from his beautiful face. My decision was made for me as I heard his mother open her bedroom door.

Suichi did not falter in his shower, oblivious to my entrance. I locked the door behind me and silently discarded my clothes. I debated hiding the ears and tail behind an elaborate illusion but decided against it. Let him wonder. Timing it just right, I reached around the shower curtain, clamped a hand over his mouth and drew him towards me.

My voice quelled the cry of fear that had been trying to burst from his lips. “Don’t make a sound,” I whispered. He relaxed against me, recognizing my voice, although his heart still thundered over the falling water. I maneuvered my way into the tub, keeping out of his line of sight, slowly let my hand fall from his mouth and draped my arms over his shoulders. I sat, pulling him down with me. He twisted his head awkwardly to the side, trying to see my face, silent and trusting. I let my arms slide from his shoulders, allowing him to turn and face me.

His eyes, those brilliant green eyes framed with long, wet lashes, met mine. Slowly they roamed south, curiosity overcoming the blush seeping across his cheeks. His eyes were drawn instantly to thewet grey of my tail from my torso, and he skipped over everything else in between to focus on what he thought to be impossible. Suichi frowned, reaching out a hand in confusion. For my own amusement I flicked it, sending droplets of water into his face. Suichi’s hand snapped back, his eyes widening. Only centuries of perfected self-control stopped me from laughing at the look on his face; he looked for all the world like a curiously startled cat.

“W-what on…?” He looked back up at my face, but his eyes slid upwards even farther to land on my ears. Those beautiful lips parted in shock and the hand came up once more. I let him reach up, knowing what he wanted.

…Or so I thought. I clamped down on my lower lip to try and muffle my startled yelp when those questing fingers pulled on my ear. Hard. Once more Suichi’s hand snapped back.

“S-sorry…I—I wasn’t trying to hurt you…I just…I didn’t think they were….attached…” he whispered, eyes wide.

I raised an eyebrow. “You couldn’t have just asked?” I growled.

“B-but…I was expecting them to come off…I—I thought maybe you were messing with me for whatever reason, I—I didn’t think they were real!” His eyes met mine in utter bafflement mixed with curiosity and just a dash of fear.

I stared at those quavering eyes for a moment, laughter bubbling in my throat. I let it come and pulled him to me once more. “You are so adorable,” I muttered, laughing.

I could feel the heat from his furiously blushing face as he nuzzled my neck. “Don’t know whether I should feel complimented or insulted…” he grumbled.

I kissed the top of his wet head. “It’s a compliment, love,” I whispered back. I reversed our positions, laying him against the back of the bathtub and kissing him, properly this time.

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He has cat ears…why does he have cat ears? How does he have cat ears? I was beginning to wonder if my mystery lover was even human when he pulled me into one of his mind numbing kisses and I realized I didn’t care. He was gorgeous. He was gorgeous, and he finally trusted me. I had been too dazed to notice when he had lain me against the back of the bathtub, but when those teasing hands of his started wandering the familiar path down my collarbone towards my nipples I realized.

Regretfully I tore my mouth from his. “Um…wait,” I muttered. “You’re not—we’re not—planning on doing this…here, are you?”

“And if I was?” he growled back.

“It’s just that…well…it might make Mother…suspicious,” I explained, flushing. “She’ll wonder what’s taking me so long and then she’d start to worry…”

Those golden eyes met mine with a hint of exasperation, but he smiled. “Very well,” he whispered. “We’ll convene in the bedroom in ten minutes’ time.” Gracefully he stood, offering me his hand. I took it and he helped me up. Facing him, I realized he was at least a foot taller than me; my eyes were level with his gleaming chest. I looked up at him and felt my knees weaken a little. “But Suichi,” he growled, “you owe me.” He gave me a smoky stare filled with dark promise that turned me into a helpless puddle of mush.

But the enigma of the gray fluff that had been swept aside by the discovery of my lover’s cat ears came back to me, banishing all thoughts of debts and sex, as he turned his back to me. Right above his backside was that same gray fluff, dripping what seemed like gallons of water on the tiled floor. I stared like an idiot as he stole one of my towels. I was so busy staring at the impossible that the towel he had tossed for me hit me in the face, effectively snapping me out of my trance.

I untangled myself from the cloth and glared at him. He grinned. “That’s what you get for staring,” he said impishly. He waved me silent as I attempted to retort, pressing an ear against the door. Then he opened the door and vanished.

Cat ears, fluffy tail, and vanishing. My initial fear of him was returning, but for a very different reason. He was definitely not human.


I marched into my room ten minutes later, afraid but determined. He was lounging on my bed, shirt off, pants on, propped up on one elbow. I met his gaze and held it doggedly.

“I think there are a few things we need to clear up,” I whispered, aware that Mother was still awake. He sighed, but languidly pulled himself into a sitting position and nodded. I swallowed. “W-what are you?”

He smiled secretively. “That’s for me to know and for you to figure out on your own, Suichi.”

“But—but you’re not…human, right?”

“Correct.”

I could tell he would not say another word on the subject. I sighed, none of my fears eased. I gave in to the stubborn set of his jaw and broached the next question. “If you won’t tell me what you are,” I began, “then will you at least tell me your name?”

He hesitated for a moment, holding my gaze steadily before smiling again. “Yoko,” he said. “My name is Yoko. And you have no reason to fear me, Suichi.” He got up and moved towards me, looking slightly hurt. “Have I ever given you reason to fear me? Have I ever given you a reason to think I would hurt you?” he whispered.

“No,” I mumbled, not looking at him.

He lifted my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. “You trusted me fine the other night, Suichi,” he said. “What happened? Did I do something?”

He looked so worried, so afraid he’d messed up, that I couldn’t help but smile. “No, Yoko, you haven’t done anything wrong,” I assured him. “I just—I guess it’s that old ‘fear of the unknown’ thing. How can I know what to expect from something—someone—so completely alien?” I closed my eyes, knowing how foolish that had sounded. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Yoko. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. But at the same time…It’s hard to put in words…”

“You don’t have to, love.” Yoko kissed the top of my head. “I understand what you’re trying to say, even if I don’t entirely comprehend the reasoning behind it. Just as long as you know you can trust me, Suichi.”

I closed my eyes and leaned against his bare chest, inhaling that enticing aroma of roses. “Even if I’m afraid…it doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” I whispered, blushing again. “You can’t help what you are, how you were born. It would be foolish of me to turn you away. I accept you’re not human, Yoko. But you’ll have to accept that, for whatever reason, it also scares me a little.”

He laughed, and I could feel it vibrate up his ribcage. “I think I can deal,” he growled. “Now, about that debt…”

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I pulled him towards the bed, watching the blood rushing through his cheeks, my own heart thundering in anticipation. I sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled him towards me so he was straddling my lap before kissing him again, feeling his moan tickling the back of my throat. He was fully naked under his light green bathrobe and he was painfully aware of it, too.

I pushed the robe off of Suichi’s slender shoulders and went directly for his right nipple, pulling it playfully between my teeth. Timidly he slung his arms around my shoulders and arched into my mouth, panting. I tugged his nipple with my teeth, drawing a sharp gasp from him. His cock twitched in response. Suichi shifted, and the motion caused the sash holding his bathrobe together to come fully untied and it fell open. I paused in my task to run my eyes over his perfect body, greedily drinking in everything. Suichi squirmed under my gaze and I reluctantly pulled my eyes away. The boy was redder than his hair, his gorgeous green eyes flicked away from mine shyly.

I made him look me in the eyes before kissing him gently. “Relax, love. You of all people have nothing to be ashamed of,” I whispered. His face darkened even more and I felt muscles clench. With a sigh born of centuries of patience I gently lifted me off my lap and lay him on the bed on his stomach, holding him there gently when he tried to roll over.

“Don’t move, love. Relax; I’m not going to hurt you.” I ran my hands over his shoulderblades, finding the knotted muscles I had expected. He moaned, one hand gripping the sheets as I worked out the first knot with ease. Suichi lay on his left cheek and I could see his right eye closing happily, the blood draining from his cheeks and a smile creeping across his lips.

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Those hands of his were wickedly agile and strong...I could feel the tension that had been building up in my shoulders for the past few minutes draining away. I sighed as the rough heel of his palm found every knot, every chink, and then skillfully worked them all away. With those knots also left my shyness, as if that were contained within the tense muscles of my back.

I knew what he was doing, and I didn’t care. In a matter of moments I’d be butter in Yoko’s hands, too relaxed to resist anything he did. Within his wonderful massage lay the dark promise of the pleasure those fingers could deliver; I could feel the ghost of them, trailing slowly down my chest, pausing to rub my nipples and then dancing over my stomach and burying themselves in my pubic hair for a brief moment before curling around my cock… I shivered and let out an involuntary moan, feeling blood pulse briefly through my cock in response. Yoko’s hands worked their way steadily lower all the while, working out the last of the kinks and assuring my complete and total submission. So he’s still playing it careful… he’s just doing it much more subtly than before…

Yoko ran his long nails teasingly over my ass and down my thighs, raising the hairs on my arms. I shivered again, hearing myself whimper. He chuckled. “It’s not healthy to become so…flustered, Suichi,” he growled, his voice much closer to my ear than I had expected.

“Mmm, don’t stop, Yoko…” I murmured. “Feels so nice…”

He laughed again and rolled me onto my back. He pulled himself over me until he was straddling my thighs and leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of my head. I gazed up at him, his deviously beautiful face framed by that shimmering silver curtain. His gold eyes danced mischievously as they bored into mine.

“You know what this touch can bring you, Suichi,” he said in that deliciously husky growl. “Surely you don’t really want my talents wasted on a backrub…” Yoko leaned closer, the ends of his damp hair grazing my collarbone. “Besides, “ he growled, raising every hair on my body, “I relaxed your muscles to the max, Suichi. You can’t move, can you?” He smirked. “Which means,” he hissed, levering himself onto his knees so he could breathe in my ear, “I can do whatever I please with you…”

The suggestion behind those words shot through me, the adrenaline pumped and blood pulsed once more through my cock. I whimpered, a little afraid but knowing that somehow it was the fear that aroused me. Yoko’s teeth closed sharply around the rim of my ear, the sudden pain only making me harder.

“W-What are you going to do with me…?” I heard myself whimper.

His tongue found its way up my collarbone as he chuckled. “That’s something you’ll have to figure out on your own, love,” he whispered. Yoko’s mouth found mine before I could reply and he kissed me again, but rather harder than he had before. He pulled my lower lip between his sharp teeth for a brief, painful second before ramming his tongue roughly into my mouth. Yoko held me there, pinioned beneath his lithe body, as he methodically found and exploited every millimeter of my mouth until my lips were throbbing and I felt lightheaded from lack of air. He pulled away after an eternity and smirked at me.

Dazed, panting, and more than just a little afraid I met his glittering eyes, finding that his smoky, dangerous look only made my pulse rush even more. I whimpered under that glare, feeling every one of the dirty promises it contained being carried out on me at once: hands, mouth, teeth, all caressing me at once… I shivered. If it’s possible to make someone have an orgasm merely by looking at them then Yoko most certainly could do it…

I had to tear my eyes away, focusing instead on Yoko himself, his powerful chest and muscled arms, those long fingers with their sharp nails, his perfectly toned stomach and the just visible lines of his pelvis that vanished into the waistline of his soft white pants. My eyes reached his crotch, and I felt my heart leap in my breast. Earlier I had been so distracted by the discovery of Yoko's ears and tail to pay much attention to anything else, but now my eyes were telling me that Yoko was at half-mast. Common sense told me that pants as loose as his should have concealed him in any state, unless… I felt myself blush again and heard Yoko laugh quietly. With difficulty I wrenched my eyes away from that teasing bulge and dragged them up his chiseled torso to meet his eyes once more.

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It was hard to resist the urge to giggle as Suichi’s eyes skimmed over me. I was pleased with myself for effectively winning his trust and for seducing him as completely as I had. I had made him completely mine. Now the trick was to keep him mine. From the way Suichi was greedily staring at my crotch, I figured even that wouldn’t be too difficult.

I shifted to the right a bit so I could slide my left leg between his, pressing my thigh against his groin. Suichi moaned, his heartbeat strong in my ears. I attacked his throat, dragging my teeth up its smooth length, careful not to leave a mark. Suichi’s head went back and I felt the whimper vibrating under my mouth a second before it broke from his lips, slightly pained and a little afraid.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I murmured.

“N-No…” he gasped, still as trusting as ever.

I dragged my tongue over to where I could feel the blood pounding through his veins and nibbled the spot until I dragged another moan from my prey. Satisfied, I nipped my way slowly back down his creamy throat, relishing his sweet taste and the little cries that erupted from his lips each time my teeth closed around skin. It’s hearing those delicious sounds he makes that I do this for…

I could feel him trying to be as quiet as possible, and I reluctantly pulled away from his collarbone to whisper, “Your mother will not wake until morning, Suichi.” I had to press a finger to his lips as he tried to panic. “Don’t worry, she’s fine. I just gave her something to help her sleep. The same thing I gave you that first night, in fact.” I lowered my mouth to his ear again. “So make as much noise as you wish, Suichi. I love hearing you moan…”

He obliged, sending a shiver down my spine that made my cock throb. I bit back a growl of my own and returned to my previous task, scraping my teeth over his collarbone, leaving marks that would be gone by morning. My hand gently teased Suichi’s stomach, avoiding the pulsing member that lay flat against it, much to Suichi’s agitation. I ran my tongue around his areola before pulling his nipple between my lips and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Suichi inhaled sharply, his cock twitching, and I pulled his other nipple between my fingers. I shifted again, pressing my thigh against his rock-hard cock, hearing him whimper again. I smirked, and started rubbing my thigh against his throbbing erection in a gentle, teasing circular motion.

Suichi cried out in surprise, his fingers clutching the bedsheets as he convulsed in pleasure. It was not enough to make him come, but sufficient enough to drive him absolutely mad, which was exactly what I wanted. I teased his nipples gently, one with my mouth and the other with my hand. Suichi’s back arched, and he sobbed, the noise nearly drawing a moan out of me. After a moment, I realized that his arched body had driven his thigh into my semi-erect cock. Now my own torturous technique was turned against me; every time I moved my cock brushed against the redhead’s thigh. I felt myself rapidly becoming hard and heard myself moan quietly.

“Oh…God…” Suichi rasped, his eyes glassy with frustration. “Please…Yoko—“ he stopped, letting out a hoarse cry as a convulsion shook him.

I ignored his pleas and used the opportunity to deliver a dose of pain. At the same moment, I clamped my teeth around the nipple in my mouth and twisted the one in my hand sharply. I also pressed my thigh against his groin hard, still grinding. Suichi yelped, and I felt droplets of warm fluid seep through from where they had spilled from the head of his cock. The pressure I was applying prevented him from actually coming.

I did not relieve any of the pressure I put on him, working one nipple roughly between my teeth and twisting and tugging at the other, still pressing down on the thigh against his madly pulsing cock. Suichi writhed under me, the most delicious symphony of yelps and moans spilling from his mouth.

“Y-Yoko….Oh God that hurts, Yoko…please...ahn!” Suichi cried out, as I ground against him as hard as I could, feeling the rebound as Suichi’s thigh rubbed hard against my own erection. I growled around the treat in my teeth and bit down a little harder, flicking at the tip with my tongue. Suichi’s back arched even more and he let out a high-pitched wail, his thrashing increasing.

“Please, Yoko! Let me—I have to—ah!” He gasped sharply as I released him, everything at once, and slid backwards to wait for his pressing orgasm to die away.

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“Yoko, you evil, twisted son of a bitch!” I cried as he suddenly pulled away, leaving my nipples purple and throbbing and my cock dancing angrily. Desperately I reached for it, needing the release, but Yoko grabbed my wrists and pinned them back on the bed. He did not let go. I sobbed in crazed frustration, feeling the release trembling at the tip of my cock, needing only a single touch to set it off. The pain my abused nipples were in did not help much, either. Somehow it felt so good, that sharp, throbbing pain that sizzled through me.

After an eternity of agony, my orgasm finally died away, and I opened my eyes to glare at Yoko. His chest heaved, his golden eyes were foggy and heavily lidded, and his thighs trembled around the massive bulge in his pants. His eyes pulled mine like magnets, and as I met them I whimpered. The devious, playful twinkle had vanished, leaving only a hooded, lustful glare that bored into me and pinned me to the bed. A tremor shook me again, smaller this time.

One of his hands had found it’s way between my legs, gently teasing the insides of my thighs, nudging them apart. The other grabbed my ankles and lifted them in the air, granting access to my ass. I was paralyzed by that piercing glare, although I felt the fear building in the back of my throat. He moved, using his powerful body to pin my knees painfully against my chest, his free hand joining the other in rubbing my thighs. Those fingers inched closer to my ass, teasing, caressing, but there was no affection behind the touches as there had been before. Yoko growled softly, the noise of an animal in heat, and one long nail grazed my asshole. A second later, the tip of his finger rubbed against my entrance. I heard the rasp of cloth against skin as he fumbled with his pants.

The fear bubbled out of my throat in a strangled whimper.

Yoko froze, his ears flicked backwards until they lay flat against his skull, startled, guilty. His hand came slowly away from its treacherous path, and he wrenched himself off of me. Those dark eyes closed, releasing me from their spell. I watched him, confused, afraid, and hurt. He took a deep breath, let it out, and then sat perfectly still for a long, long time, not even twitching. Slowly, his ears unflattened themselves and his body relaxed, but those eyes did not open.

“Y-Yoko—“ I began.

“Suichi—“ he said at the same time. He hesitated, and then went on. “Suichi, I am so sorry…I let instinct get the better of me…I can’t believe I lost control like that! You must hate me…”

I reached out to touch his cheek, feeling relief washing through me. He hadn’t purposefully broken my trust, he still wanted me to enjoy this, he wasn’t going to rape me… I smiled shyly as he opened his eyes. “Don’t be stupid,” I whispered, “of course I don’t hate you. Everyone loses control sometimes; I’m just glad you regained yours!”

Yoko’s smile was bitter. “I’ve had thirteen hundred years to perfect my self control…for it to slip now, when I need it the most…”

It took a moment for my brain to catch up with my ears. I stared at him. “Wait…thirteen hundred years!? But you can’t be more than twenty!” He shook his head, not to be distracted. I could feel my erection slipping; his was already gone. I sighed. “Please, can we have this discussion later, Yoko? You owe me release!”

It was his turn to stare. “Y-You still want…” I nodded. “B-But…Suichi, I-I almost just raped you and y—“

I kissed him, hard, crawling into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled away and met his startled eyes. “I need you," I whispered. "Isn’t this what you want, Yoko?”

Yoko reached out to tuck my hair behind my ear, his expression softening. “I just—I don’t want to hurt you, Suichi…”

I blushed, and buried my face in his chest. “I trust you, Yoko. I need you; I want you! Don’t run away now…” I gasped as a finger danced up the length of my faltering erection, feeling it starting to twitch back to life. He kissed me again, a little hesitantly, but it still made some part of me melt. Slowly his hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, gently pumping me, his thumb rubbing the head.

I moaned as he abandoned my lips and licked his way down again, stopping to gently massage one of my sore nipples with his warm, soothing tongue. His other hand wrapped around my balls and skillfully massaged them, caressing them and stroking them gently. He ceased pumping me only to tease the slit with his nails. I yelped and arched my back into his warm chest, the strange sensation making my blood boil with pleasure.

Yoko laid me on my back again and kissed me with a little more passion, never ceasing in his assault on my urethra or the one on my balls. Each second his self-confidence returned, I could feel his initial hesitancy melting away. I knew it was gone for sure when he dug his nail into the slit and squeezed my tender balls at once. I cried out, once more in pain and loving every second of it. It felt like he was splitting my cock in half and crushing my balls, but it felt so good. I arched into it and moaned again.

“More, Yoko! Oh, God, more!”

He growled, the sound raising the hairs on my body. I felt his mouth lazily inching lower and lower, pausing to trace the bottom of my ribcage, again to dip into my navel, all the while my cock throbbed, pressed flat against my stomach once more, Yoko’s nail pressing harder against the slit, my sac tugged and tormented in his other hand. I felt my release coming on fast, stronger than the last one, starting with the tingle in the balls of my feet and working its way up as a tremor, building up in my groin until it was ready to explode—and then nothing. It pulsed through my engorged and angry cock and was blocked by the thumbnail over the slit. I heard a frustrated, feral snarl and realized it had come from my throat.

Once more I reached for my pulsing, twitching member, only to meet Yoko’s hand. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head before sitting back as much as he could. Once more I was trapped under him, denied of my release, flushed and panting. He let out a soft moan of his own. So he likes seeing me helpless and flustered, does he…? I milked my situation for all I could, writhing and moaning, struggling against his firm grip, begging, sobbing, and watched his cock come up and hard faster than I had thought possible.

“Damn it, Suichi, what you do to me…” he breathed as my release faded once more. He released my wrists carefully and sucked playfully on my navel. Slowly, his moved lower, his hot breath ghosting over the head of my cock. I blushed hotly, knowing what he was about to do, but as much as the thought of that hot mouth around my cock appealed to me, I tugged his ear gently to get his attention.

“Wait…Yoko…” He looked up, puzzled, and I flushed. “I-I want—I mean, you always p-pleasure me and I want to—to…” I had to stop to pull my stuttering voice under control, and Yoko took that moment to touch my cheek. He was smiling.

“In time, love,” he whispered. “Right now, what I get the most pleasure from is hearing those delicious noises you make and knowing you trust me as much as you do. I enjoy making you writhe…” I couldn’t help but whimper at the husky drop in his voice. He growled softly and trailed his tongue down my stomach, skirting my erect cock and dipping down between my legs to pull my ball sac into his mouth.

My body jerked and I yelped, the sheets entangling themselves in my fingers. He sucked and I moaned loudly, the sound turning into a yowl as his teeth closed around my balls. Yoko let go quickly and dropped the sac to run his tongue quickly up the engorged length of my cock. Heat roared through me, setting my blood on fire, and my thighs convulsed. I wrapped my legs around Yoko’s chest and he grabbed them, holding them still as he teased the head of my cock with the tip of his tongue. It was torturous, leg-thrashing pleasure, and I was denied the right to kick due to Yoko’s vicelike grip on my knees. I sobbed, my hips raising themselves off the bed, trying to push my cock into that hot mouth. I heard Yoko chuckle. He released my legs and slid off the bed, much to my disgust. Before I could move he was tying my arms to the bedposts. I craned my neck to glare at him.

“Your frustration is such a turn-on…” he growled in me ear. Another length of that soft rope lashed my torso down. He repositioned himself between my legs and pinioned them as he had before. I couldn’t move. “Your only release now is in those delicious cries of yours...” he added with a laugh. I whimpered. I felt defenseless and exposed, and god did it feel good.

Yoko resumed teasing the head with his tongue. My back tried to arch, my hips tried to rise, but I was stuck. I wailed, loud and long, tossing my head from side to side, almost in tears. His lips brushed against my aching head and I was denied the convulsion. I let out a strangled yelp. Painfully slowly, centimeter by centimeter, Yoko lowered his mouth around the head of my cock. I wanted so badly to jerk my hips up, to ram my length down his throat, but all I could do was wail and sob. Yoko’s breathing was heavy, and he prodded at my still-sore slit with his tongue. Once more that pain I adored shot through me. I yowled and Yoko moaned, the sound vibrating around my cock. I felt tears of frustration coursing down my face and I sobbed desperately.

“Please…Yoko…please! Oh God…” My begging drew another moan from him, and he ignored it. He ran his tongue slowly around the head, his mouth not descending past it, the pleasure building up in my immobilized body until I felt like I would explode. I was shaking, sweat trickled down my forehead to mix with the tears. “Yoko…please…I can’t—I need—ah!” He dragged his teeth up the head and over the slit. It was too much. “For the love of God, Yoko! Fucking blow me already!”

I yelped as his palm connected with the inside of my thigh. Yoko had released my legs, and one hand slapped my thigh again while the other grabbed my nipple and twisted hard. I had to fight back a scream. He slapped me again, harder this time, and his eyes were hooded once more, but the playful twinkle remained

“How dare you order me around! You will pay for that!” His words sent a shiver down my spine.

I smirked at him. “Try me,” I panted, gasping as he wrenched my nipple again.

“I’m gonna make you scream, Suichi…” he purred, an evil grin in his eyes. I almost came.

Yoko wrenched my ankles into the air again and pushed them back, nearly folding me in half along the ropes holding me to the bed. I heard the loud smack before I felt the burn, and before I could make a sound his hand connected with my ass again. I nearly did scream as he spanked me so hard and so fast that there was not enough time to feel the individual stings; they all combined into one burn that grew worse and worse. My head was spinning from the pain as I attempted to thrash and couldn’t. I felt all the pain collecting in my groin, making my cock bob and twitch with each smack to my burning ass. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed and wailed hysterically in a masochistic bliss I hadn’t known existed until tonight. The burn turned into an ache that bubbled and frothed up my swollen cock and exploded violently from me in a spray of white. It offered no relief from my burning erection or from Yoko’s spanking. My throat had gone dry; I could only gasp and whimper as he spanked me nearly into oblivion.

Finally he stopped, dropping my legs and staring at the sticky mess on my stomach. He met my eyes, his chest heaving and his hair damp with sweat. “Stubborn, masochistic little bastard, aren’t you?” he growled.

I smirked smugly. Yoko got up, went into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. He wiped his face with it before gently mopping up my stomach and tossing it in the sink. And then he was on me again, between my legs, hovering over my cock. I thought he’d given up on making me scream as he wrapped his lips around the head once more.

I was wrong. His teeth clamped down around the ridge. Hard. I let out a pained shriek as those teeth dug into the most sensitive part of my body and I felt another orgasm already building in my toes. Yoko let go and shot me a satisfied smirk before—finally—descending on my cock. I felt it slide into the back of his throat, and moaned again; the hot, tight space felt so good on my abused cock. He growled, and swallowed around my length, sending shock waves of pleasure through my entire body. Slowly, he pulled it all the way back out to tease the head with his teeth again, and then he rammed me down his throat again, and up, and back down, faster than my eyes could follow. The friction, the heat…I was paralyzed with pleasure so intense I could not give voice to it. My release was rapidly building itself up, but I didn’t want to come, not ever. But Yoko was too good; the constant suction combined with the swallow every time my head entered the back of his throat, the scrape of his teeth against the shaft as he came up again, and then the quick swirl of his tongue around the head before plunging back down, it was too much.

“Yoko…I can’t—I’m gonna—aahh!” I let out a long shrill wail as my release exploded down Yoko’s waiting throat so hard he couldn’t swallow fast enough. He sat up, coughing, my seed dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Yoko’s tongue flicked out to get it, and he lowered his head again to gently lap up the rest he’d missed.

I lay there, too dazed to speak, waiting for him to untie me. Yoko sat up, stretched and snatched his shirt from my desk chair. He took his time putting it on, and I realized it was a long robe, not a shirt at all. On anyone else the ensemble would have looked ridiculous, but it worked on Yoko. He turned and came back over to the side of the bed. I looked at him expectantly, but he leaned down and kissed me, letting me taste myself on him, before turning towards the balcony.

“W-Wait, Yoko....” he turned. “What about…?” I tugged at the rope binding my wrist to the bed.

“Oh, that?” His smile was evil. “Let that be a lesson. Next time, don’t bark orders at your master.” He smirked, and was gone in a flash of silver.

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I am SO evil! Muahaha! It might be a while 'till the next update 'cuz I have yet to figure out how Suichi's gonna get out of this one...^_^