Kinbaku-Bi {Beautiful Bondage}

There’s something about Roxas that absolutely seduces me. I can’t place it exactly but I’m sure the way he looks at me longingly through those perfect ocean blue eyes has something to do with it.

He stopped burning himself and he seems more confident about his working for me. Like any normal human being, he makes mistakes in his duties and I have let them slide due to my utter fascination with him. I don’t want to scare him away you know?

However, his newfound confidence sends insecure chills down my spine and I don’t want him getting too cocky. Not like what happened with Riku. I shudder at the thought as I sit at my desk, sipping on my perfect cup of coffee made for me by Roxas of course.

I turn my attention to my blonde assistant walking casually into my office and plopping a very important letter I had him type up for a very good client of mine onto my desk. My eyes stay glued on him as he smirks at me thoughtfully before walking slowly out of the room to continue on his work. Picking up the letter, I immediately notice a few mistakes in the grammar and spelling.

I raise an eyebrow and begin to circle each mistake with a bold red pen. My frustration and mysterious arousal grows with each marking of every one of his mistakes. I tilt my head as I examine the paper which appears to be spattered in blood from all my red slashes. This needs to be corrected…right now.

I rise from my chair in annoyance and walk down the hall quickly toward Roxas typing another letter at his desk. I stop abruptly behind him and snatch the headphones from his ears. He jumps as he feels my heated breath against his hair and neck. I inhale deeply, taking in his angelic scent before I slam the letter down in front of him. I can feel him shuddering beneath me.

“There are five mistakes in this letter Roxas!! Two, which I believe are spelling errors!” I hiss at him angrily.

My assistant remains speechless, shivering beneath me in fear as I bend over him, breathing hotly against his smooth neck.

Unlike my mistake with Riku, I will not make it with Roxas. “I want this letter re-typed immediately and do not want to see you until it is perfect….do I make myself clear!?”

He nods slowly as he shifts the paper towards himself, obviously not expecting my sudden outburst. This is the first time I have expressed obvious anger towards him. I hesitate and re-think my decision but immediately shake it off as I inhale the scent in his hair once more before storming back into my office.

I throw myself back into my seat and bite my inner lip harshly, tasting a bit of iron laced blood on the tip of my tongue. Was I too harsh on him?

The answer to my own question comes not long after asking as Roxas re-enters my office fearfully. He approaches my desk and I swear if he had a tail, it would be tucked brutally between his legs right now.

I glare up at him and snatch the paper from his loosely clamped fingers and immediately crumple it up into a ball at the first sight of an error. Apparently, I was not harsh enough.

“You’re wasting my time!” I growl at him rudely. I notice his eyes have taken on a wide, feral appearance as he cradles the ball of paper like his wounded inner child and walks out of my office.

I clear my throat and snatch up a book from the drawer of my desk, burying my face in it, trying to ignore the other part of me that just wants to wrap Roxas in my arms and apologize for my sadistic nature. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…

After about three times of Roxas becoming more and more frazzled with the letter, the mistakes just keep getting worse and I decide to take a different approach to this. He places his fourth attempt on my desk and I circle the numerous errors immediately. However, instead of throwing it back at him, I slide the paper towards him.

He eyes me closely as I rise from my seat and begin to prowl around him, stalking my prey like a hungry dragon.

“I want you to read the letter out loud Roxas…”

“What?” He questions, his eyes confused and nervous.

“Bend over the letter, get a closer look at it…and read it aloud.” I demand again. My eyes are blazing into his fearful ocean pools and reminding him that I am the one in control here.

I hear him swallow hard as he slowly obeys, resting his elbows on either side of the letter. My lips part slowly at the sight of him, bent over my desk, like so many others but arousing me more than any of them. He is picture perfect right now.

I nurse the cut on the inside of my lip as I stop behind him, examining the expanse of his clothed back and the misplaced spikes piled frantically atop his bowed head.

“Now read.”

He hesitates and I position myself more firmly behind him, hoping for his sake that he does as I say. A sly smile spreads across my face as he shakily begins to read the letter.

“Dear Mr.Ansem…Thank you for your letter updating us on your extensive research…”

SMACK!

His voice catches abruptly in his throat and he chokes on his words. He turns his eyes over his shoulder, back at me looming over him.

I smirk at him seductively. “Continue…Roxas…”

His lips part in shock but instead of rushing from my office like I half way expected him to, he turns his head back to the letter and continues to read.

“…The…the psychological study of the human reaction to…”

SMACK!!

He whimpers slightly this time. I feel myself becoming insatiably aroused and I grip my hand around the waist band of his pants, ripping them from their place.

He gasps but does not stop me as I wriggle them beneath his bare backside. My lips part at the sight of the perfectly pale flesh so cruelly exposed to my prying eyes.

“….to various stimuli has been of great interest to me for some time…”

SMACK!

The sound of my hand making violent contact with bare flesh sends shivers down my spine. I can’t resist any longer. His words begin to muffle together in my ears as I whip him harder, faster and more frequent with each passing moment.

SMACK…SMACK…SMACK!!!

His backside has the sweetest hue of red painted across it now and that familiar sting returns to my fingertips. His body is visibly quivering now as the sound of colliding flesh deafens us both. My thoughts begin to whirl inside me and I almost collapse onto him at the overwhelming feeling. I bend over his body, panting against his neck and resting my hands on either side of him, next to his. I feel him flinch slightly as I realize he can probably feel my arousal pressed to his bare backside but his only response is slowly lifting one of his fingers from the desk to rest it on top of mine.

I swallow hard and reluctantly raise myself from my hunched position over him. I shrug my shoulders and make my way back to the seat of my desk. Never taking my lustful jade orbs off of him, I lean back in my chair, studying him as he is frozen in position in front of me.

He finally raises his gaze to me, his eyes flaring with a mix of embarrassment, surprise and a hint of lust. The lust is a total shock to me. His lips are parted just enough for me to see his succulent pink tongue peaking out ever so slightly. His eyes are half lidded and boring straight through me as he finally rises from his position and pulls his pants back over his reddened, exposed ass.

My eyes follow his every movement as he rights himself. “Now…Roxas…type it again.” I finally force myself to speak through my mesmerizing trance. I can see his reluctance to leave and before he turns, I catch sight of the unmistakable erection imprisoned against the front of his pants.

I swallow and look down at the book on my desk, “The Phoenix & The Nightingale”. I tilt my head and think to myself that Roxas is my caged nightingale, begging for release. I turn my gaze and watch my assistant walk slowly out of my office, trying to cover up a slight limp.

I jump from my desk after he is gone and stare blankly at my orchid garden. The smell of fresh soil and cool water sooths my senses as I stare down at the Polaroid of Roxas nestled among the radiant blooms.

I sigh to myself, trying to brush off the insistent throbbing inside my body, beckoning me for attention. It’s getting harder to ignore and I finally succumb to myself, tracing my finger down my taut abdomen and to my neglected erection.

I continue to stare down at the picture of Roxas, his face blushing and his eyes eternally beautiful. My lips part as I unbutton my pants, reaching down and outlining my cock carefully with my finger tips. I grip one hand on the ledge of my garden, bracing myself against the pleasure my ministrations bring me. The skin is warm and hard against my palm as I stroke myself fervidly. My breathing comes in soft pants and my eyes finally slide shut, trapping visions of Roxas bent seductively over my desk into my deviant thoughts.

A familiar heat begins to wrap itself inside my body and my muscles tense, preparing itself for a long awaited release. Suddenly, the sound of the door creaking open tears me back into reality and my eyes shoot open in utter shock at the sight of Roxas standing in the doorway. I feel my face become uncontrollably hot as I scramble to hide myself, jumping behind the protection of my orchid garden.

His face turns an even brighter red than mine as he approaches me shyly. I clear my throat and am at a complete loss for words as he closes the distance between us. I can almost hear his heart pounding in his chest as he hands me the letter as if he did not just catch me touching myself.

“Would you like…to read the letter now, Axel…sir?”

I nod nervously and stare down at the writing. I notice there are no grammatical errors or spelling mistakes in this one. Before I can read on, I feel Roxas surprisingly close to me. I continue to stare down at the letter as I feel his hot breath against my cheek. My eyes widen as he places a chaste kiss on my face. I turn my attention to him and he raises himself onto his toes to press his lips against mine.

I sigh against his lips and dominate the kiss by forcing my tongue into his eager mouth. He whimpers slightly as I kiss him deeply, exploring every inch of him, clutching the paper in my hand until it crumples beneath my grasp. I lace my other hand through his mess of blonde locks and before I can continue, he pulls away from the kiss. I smirk at the redness of his lips.

He gazes at me shyly and clears his throat. “Are…you….going to read the letter…sir?”

I blink at him curiously and reluctantly turn my eyes back to the paper.

“Will you…read it out loud?”

I can’t say no to that voice. It’s so soft, innocent and eager to please that I have no choice but to comply.

“Dear Mr. Ansem…Thank you for your letter updating us on your extensive research…”

I stutter slightly as I feel his presence disappear from my side. I force myself to continue reading while marveling at the perfection of the letter’s format.

“…The psychological study of the human reaction…”

I stop reading suddenly as I feel wandering hands pull the belt from my pants. I move the paper to clear my view of Roxas dropped submissively to his knees, prying my zipper back open. He looks up at me lustfully as he notices I am no longer looking at the letter he typed for me, but his innocent eyes gazing into mine.

“Please continue.” He pleads with me and I force myself to read on as I feel his warm fingers around my throbbing cock.

“…to various stimuli has been of great interest to me for some…some time…”

I feel his lips wrap softly around the head, tracing his tongue over every contour before moving forward to engulf every inch of me into his mouth.

“Ah…fuck…” I moan out loud, secretly hoping that Sora has not heard any of this out in the halls. I cannot read on as my assistant begins to rock his body back and forth, thrusting my cock deep inside his throat, over and over.

He flicks his tongue softly over the head before taking all of me and a white heat takes over my vision as I drop the letter and run my hands through his golden hair. He sighs against my slick erection, causing shivers to race down my spine and I tilt my head back, enveloping myself in the unexpected pleasure being given to me by Roxas. I accidentally lean against the mister to my garden and I flinch at the sudden feeling of soft droplets of water beading themselves into the shock of scarlet spikes restrained against my head.

“Mmm…Roxas…” I sigh loudly, moaning his name as he wraps one hand around my cock to assist himself and the other grabbing and groping over my torso beneath my white collared shirt.

He increases his pace and my body tenses. I ball my fist into his mess of hair and grip tightly until my knuckles turn white. He whimpers slightly at the pain in his scalp as I pull his hair harshly. I push his head deeper against me and assist in rocking his body faster, bringing me to the razor’s edge of orgasm.

“Oh Gods!” I cry out as I feel myself let go, flooding his soft mouth with hot cum. I groan deeply as I feel him swallow hungrily with my cock still locked between his lips. My lips part in ecstasy as he pulls away from me, a trail of my essence sliding down the corner of his perfect mouth.

He rises to his feet and gazes deeply into my darkened eyes. “Was that letter to your liking sir?”

I nod lazily and lean forward, tracing my tongue over his mouth to clean the remaining droplets of my semen from his face. I shrug my shoulders and right my clothing slowly.

He licks his lips and turns to leave the room. I just stand there against my garden, raking my fingers through my dampened hair as I watch him give me one last longing glance as the door clicks shut behind him.

I shake my head and flop out onto my couch. Oh my god. What just happened? I can’t even comprehend what had transpired between us but I decide not to think on it now as I melt away into the euphoria of post orgasmic bliss.

Little do I know that only the razor’s edge of my deepest fantasies are about to come true.

To Be Continued...