Kinbaku-Bi {Beautiful Bondage}

My head aches and I stroke my temple with one hand while I listen to a client of mine ramble on about filing a lawsuit regarding the loss of his eye. I really am in no mood for this. My client’s voice continues to boom in my ears over the phone as my eyes wander over to Roxas.

I gave him a new desk in my office, small and similar to one a high school student would sit in but perfect for him. His fingers work quickly on the typewriter keys and his tongue darts out of his mouth in concentration every now and then, completely distracting me from my work.

A voice in my ear suddenly pulls me back into reality.

“Yes yes, I’m here Xigbar…so let me get this straight. You say Xaldin stabbed your eye out on purpose?…ah, with a spear?…a javelin?…Now how in the hell…”

I roll my eyes at this ridiculous story and my attempt to focus on Xigbar’s words fail as Roxas rises from his seat, letter in hand. I swallow hard as he bends over my desk suggestively and slides the paper towards me.

His eyes seem to be darkened and they stare straight through me as I look briefly over the paper, catching a few mistakes. I can tell these mistakes were made on purpose and I choose to ignore them, sign the paper and give it back to him.

I have the control here, not him! I keep telling myself that.

He growls at me in mild protest and stuffs the letter into an envelope. He almost succeeds in his next attempt to pull me from my work as he licks the envelope very slowly, pulling me into his little game. I sigh reluctantly and place my hand over the phone.

“Roxas, I have to work…” I glare at him for a minute and force myself to ignore him even though inside, I would give anything to throw the phone down and ravish him on this desk.

He rolls his eyes at me and sits back down at his tiny desk, pouting. He begins to snatch papers from folders and slam staples into them noisily. I feel my anger and annoyance growing with every one of his gestures of defiance against me.

“Yes Xigbar I understand. We can meet later on this week regarding this issue…my office has been…overwhelmed.”

I click the phone down and glare daggers at Roxas not far from my desk. He looks up at me fearfully and I walk towards him quickly.

“Roxas, what are you doing?”

“I…” he begins and I snatch him up from his seat. I hold his arm tightly in my grip and push every item off his desk, sending the typewriter and numerous papers crashing to the floor. Reaching in my suit pocket, I pull out small leather cuffs and begin to strap him to his desk. He struggles slightly and moans as I clasp him to one bar of his desk and then another. I stand back and look at him helplessly spread over the tiny structure, testing its weight capacity. I furrow my brow in annoyance and pull open a drawer in my desk, removing a long crop, usually made for beating horses.

He swallows hard as I lean down only inches from his face.

“Is this what you want Roxas?…huh?”

His eyes are wide and he does not respond as I make my way behind him and rip his khaki slacks from their place, exposing his pale backside.

“Well Roxas? Is this what you want?”

SMACK!

He cries out loudly, causing me to jump slightly at the volume of it. I need to remedy that problem right now and I make my way back to my desk, removing a gag from one of the drawers.

He flinches as I stuff the red ball between his quivering lips and buckle it amidst his locks of blonde. That should keep him quiet.

SMACK!!!

The crop makes a much harsher sound and leaves a deep purple bruise with every contact of flesh. I’ve never beaten him with anything but my hand up until now. His whole body is shaking.

“Well?…Answer me Roxas….is this what you want?”

SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

He nods quickly and whimpers beneath the gag, his face taking on a deep crimson as he braces himself with his legs against the desk.

I almost moan to myself out loud at his response. I can’t believe him!

SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!

His body tenses suddenly and he moans loudly against the gag, shuddering with every collision of the crop. I swallow hard as he relaxes against his cuffs, succumbing completely to the beating.

A light sweat beads across my forehead and I stop as soon as his entire ass is a violent purple color. What have I done?

I drop the crop onto the floor and stare at his shaking body, his back rising and falling with every ragged breath. A small pool of sweat has stained the back of his white collared shirt and he rests his head on the cool wood, soothing himself.

I walk slowly in front of him and bend to one knee, staring at his innocent face. The desk is wet with saliva leaking from around the ball in his mouth and his eyes are half closed, gazing at me surprisingly relaxed. I raise an eyebrow at his expression and slowly begin to remove the leather cuffs from around his wrists. I feel guilty, confused and aroused all at the same time.

After the other cuff is removed, he slides from the desk onto the floor in a heap, gasping slightly against the gag. I crawl over to him and unbuckle the straps, watching the ball slip from his mouth as he breathes heavily. He isn’t making any real sounds and I sit next to him on the floor, rolling him over onto his back so that I may look at him more completely. I rest my hand in his hair, trying to comfort him and my eyes widen suddenly.

My mouth drops open slightly as I realize his pants are spattered with cum. His cock is exposed from me ripping his pants down and is glistening with moisture. I tear my eyes away from his lower half and stare down at his face. His eyes are closed and he is breathing more calmly down, not even making an attempt to move or cover his body.

I sigh and leave him there on the floor. I don’t even know what to do at this point. Sitting down at my desk, I pick up the phone and another file, attempting to get back to my real job. My hands are shaking as I stare at the contact information and dial the number. I cannot take my eyes off of Roxas as he finally stirs, rising himself to pull his pants back up to his waist. He looks down at himself and immediately climbs to his feet clumsily to get out of my office. He covers his front with his hands and limps out the door to clean himself up.

I shake my head and bite my lip, beginning my conversation with my client on the other line, telling myself that was all some weird dream.

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(That Night…)

It’s on the verge of falling out of my control again. No, it’s fallen out of control this time. I should have stopped this a long time ago. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…

I sigh and shake my head, battling with my inner demons that wish to devour Roxas whole. What have I done? I know it is wrong so why does it feel so right? Like it’s supposed to be this way. Have I finally found the one person….I am meant to…No.

Gazing down at my elegant orchids bathed in endless beauty, I continue to distract myself from my whirling thoughts. I pull my black silk robe tighter around me to protect me from the breeze as I flick the lights off to my garden, hoping to turn the lights out to my brain.

Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door and my eyes fly to the clock as a minor wave of anxiety washes over me. Who the hell could be here at two o’clock am!?

I wander over to my door slowly and peek through a slit in the curtains to catch sight of a wisp of blonde shining beneath my porch lights. I swallow hard and debate whether or not to open the door. What is he doing here?

I sigh and decide to just face whatever is going to happen. It’s all my fault anyways. Pulling the door open slowly, I stare down at him, a look of guilt plastered across my face.

“Y…Yes…Roxas?”

He stares me for a minute and pulls his jacket around him, a look of nervousness and confusion on his features. He looks like a frightened angel standing there on my porch, the lights glowing against his skin.

“I…um…I want you to….I need you…to…”

My heart begins to pound in my chest, hanging on his every stuttered word. I don’t think I have seen him this flustered since I dumped my coffee on the floor the first day I met him.

“What is it Roxas?”

He suddenly stops talking and just stares at me for a minute. “Um, I….didn’t want you to forget to go…over the…Xigbar files…for tomorrow.”

My eyes widen and I know that’s not really why he came to my house. I glance around him and realize he walked here. There’s no car in sight. I can’t let this go any further. This has to stop…

“Um, Thank you Roxas, I won’t forget…”

I look at him with genuine concern and against my own will, I back away from him and shut the door with his crumbled figure still standing on my porch.

I turn and lean against the closed door, sliding down to the floor as I hear his footsteps slowly walk away. I have no idea why he really came to my house or even what had transpired throughout that entire day in general but I think this is some kind of turning point that is telling me to back off. I hit the back of my head against the door. Why? I do it again, this time hard enough to distort my vision a little. Ugh.

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(1 week later…)

I threw the little desk away, moved him back to his original place out in the lobby and just…stopped doing it. I bought him five bottles of white out and sat them on his desk to make him correct his own mistakes from now on.

I’m going to try to make things right and treat him like a normal assistant…for once.

“Axel…sir?”

His voice is meek and quiet as he enters my office, setting a fresh cup of coffee on my desk. There are so many things I want to say to him right now but to keep control of myself, I have to restrain my thoughts.

“Thank you Roxas, now file these back up front and write a bill for Xemnas for eight hundred dollars…”

I hold the papers up to him without looking into his eyes and realize he isn’t taking them. I raise my eyes to him and he is bent over my desk, looking at me intensely. I tell myself no over and over and shake the papers in his face, urging him to take them. Please.

He looks away nervously and takes the files from me, leaving reluctantly. I really don’t know what to do with him. I’ve been trying to ignore him and do the right thing but it just doesn’t feel right.

Later that morning, I sit down at my desk and waiting for me is a pile of mail. I roll my eyes and sort through the envelopes, throwing away the pizza ads and tossing the checks from my clients off to the side. Suddenly my eyes catch sight of an unmarked envelope. It just says: To Axel, From Roxas.

I swallow hard and take out the folded piece of paper. I open it and suddenly drop it in disgust. It’s a crumbled orchid with a shriveled earthworm wrapped around it. I stare at it, trying to resist the anger boiling inside me from this gesture. I have been trying to keep myself in control of this situation but he is making it severely difficult!!!

Pulling open a drawer to my desk, I remove a bold red pen and begin to circle the abomination over and over and over. This mistake will not go unnoticed.

To be Continued...