Kinbaku-Bi {Beautiful Bondage}

“Roxas, come into my office…immediately…” My voice is almost shaking with anger as I call him over the speaker to his desk.

“But sir…Zexion is here to see you.” I glare at the box with his voice coming out and my annoyance grows at his hesitation. Zexion can wait.

“Now, Roxas…”

I lean back in my chair and stare down at the crushed orchid and dried out worm on my desk. It’s disgusting, vile and I have no idea what he thinks he is going to get from me by doing this!

Moments later, I hear a light knock and Roxas enter through the door. His face is nervous and I can feel the pang of regret hitting him as he sets eyes on the circled disfigurement on my desk.

I rise from my seat and pace about the room, tying my crimson hair back and removing my black suit jacket, never taking my eyes off of him as he closes the door and approaches my desk slowly.

“Roxas…” My voice is seething with anger as I circle around him, watching him carefully as he continues his movements with strict obedience.

He bends over the desk without me even gesturing for him to, his face staring down at the deceased bloom and worm. He swallows hard and freezes himself in position, not moving a single muscle.

“Pull down your pants.” I command sternly, planting myself behind him and staring down at his bent figure.

He obeys, pulling his slacks down past his ass and returning his arms to the desk, continuing to stare at his defiled creation. My angry red circles glare up at him, reminding him of his cruel deed.

My first instinct is to wale on him until he loses consciousness but obviously, brute force is not the way to command authority with Roxas. I raise my hand, furrowing my brow in anger and then, I slowly lower it, tracing my fingers very lightly over his quivering backside.

He flinches at my gentle caresses as I raise my other hand to my lips, tracing my slick tongue over my fingers. I glare at Roxas harshly as he turns his face over his shoulder, obviously surprised and scared. His lips part slightly at the sight of me sucking my fingers and coating them in saliva seductively. His nervousness is apparent and he begins to straighten himself to stand but I quickly press my free hand to his neck, pushing him back down into a bent position, gripping my hand tightly.

My hand remains planted on the back of his neck as I remove my fingers from my mouth and trace one of them along the cleft of his ass. He jumps slightly and I push it deep inside of his opening. His body tenses and he groans softly as I probe inside of him, thrusting my finger in and adding another shortly after. I watch his fingers grip over the smooth wood of the desk, his hands planted on either side of the shriveled beauty in front of him.

I push a third finger inside of him and quicken my pace, causing him to brace himself more firmly to the ground so that he does not fall into the defiled orchid. His whimpers send chills up my spine and my anger mixes with the undying lust I have racing through my veins for him.

He sighs with mild relief at the removal of my fingers and gazes back over his shoulder as he hears the clinking of my belt buckle. My jade orbs meet his azure oceans with deep intensity and I know I have no need to warn him as to what is about to happen.

He moans softly to himself as he watches me trace my tongue over the palm of my hand and begin to stroke myself in preparation to completely deflower this corrupted angel bent in submission before me.

No words are passed between us as I grip the back of his neck more tightly and thrust myself inside of his shaking body. His mouth gapes open and his head hangs forward, closer to the abomination of a destroyed beauty and shriveled earth. My other hand finds its way around his slender hip, bracing myself as I deliver hard, forceful thrusts into his tight opening.

My lips finally part in a restrained moan, overwhelmed at the heat engulfing my body with every insertion as I stare down at his rocking form beneath me. His forehead is beaded in a light sweat and his eyes become fixated on the red circles in front of him as his mouth hangs open in painful bliss.

The anger inside me builds with the pulsing of pleasure around me and I release my grip around him, bending over to find his wrists and ripping them off my desk, stealing away his support keeping him away from his punishment. I wrap his arms around his back, holding them in my white knuckled grasp and I thrust into him more forcefully as his body collapses at the loss of support, causing his face to land only inches away from the deceased orchid and shriveled worm.

He lands with a soft thud against the wood and he cries out as I lift one of his legs onto the desk, spreading him wider for me to overpower him more completely. My eyes roll back into my head as my ecstasy builds, holding his wrists with one hand and his raised leg with the other.

Stray strands of red hair fall into my face as I bow my head, my mouth dropping open at the sound of his repressed moans and erratic gasps. His body is shaking violently as I put more power behind my thrusts, causing him to slide forward against the wood, a pool of saliva leaking from his gaping mouth.

My moans fill the office now as his body tightens around me and he cries out. Sweat drips from the tip of my nose and my eyes follow the droplet to the small of his back. I stare down at the expanse of his backside and I release his leg, pulling his shirt up to expose his naked spine. A familiar twisting heat makes it away around my loins as I gaze at his flushed cheeks and listen to his sweet whimpers.

“Ahhh…Ax…Axel!” Roxas cries out and suddenly thrusts backwards, taking me by complete surprise as I throw my head back and cry out at the blinding pleasure inside of me. Pulling my cock from him, I stroke myself rapidly and spill my orgasm across the small of his arched spine.

His body trembles and he flinches at the feeling of my pearl white essence sliding over his skin. I shudder as I finally release his wrists and step back, watching him carefully as he lifts his head from its pressed position on my desk.

I straighten my clothing and run my fingers through my hair, clearing my throat as I make my way back to my seat. I choke on the air in my lungs slightly, attempting to catch my breath and keep my cool. I reach in a drawer to my desk, pulling out a green silk handkerchief and dabbing my face lightly with it as I watch Roxas closely. His eyes finally rise to meet mine as he continues to bend over my desk.

I stare at him expressionless, guilt racing through me at the same moment of hoping that I proved some kind of point to this defiant blonde. His lips part slightly as he finally rises to a standing position, pulling his pants up slowly and buckling them. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches up and wipes his mouth and fixes his hair. He swallows hard and turns to leave. I raise an eyebrow at the stain of moisture against the back of his white collared shirt from my orgasm.

“Roxas…” My voice shakes slightly beneath my soft panting and I clear my throat as he turns to face me slowly.

“Clean yourself up…and…I’ll have my lunch now…the usual…um…no mayonnaise this time.” I think to myself suddenly how tasteless that last comment was but oh well. There was nothing tasteful about the defiled orchid and dead worm on my desk either. “..Oh…and tell what’s his name out there that I had to leave and cannot see him.”

He blinks a couple times in mild confusion and then nods as he walks out of my office silently in a daze. I lean back in my chair, biting the inside of my lip harshly, tasting the iron sweetness as I drown in my guilt and anger with myself now. What have I done?

This really has gone too far. There’s no stopping it and the only way I can cure myself of these perversions towards Roxas…is to rid myself of him…for good. I sigh in mild sadness but convince myself it is the only way.

My eyes wander over my desk and I scowl at the desecrated paper before me, snatching it from its place and stuffing it into one of my drawers. I also find a small pool of saliva where the paper had been and further towards the edge, another mess.

I roll my eyes and rise from my seat to clean up. I make my way to the front of the desk in the place where Roxas was standing and my eyes widen at the sight of a stream of cum splattered across the wood and sliding down the front. I reach up and grab the silk cloth, quickly wiping away the saliva and the mess of that blonde’s obvious bliss from my sight.

A droplet of his cum smears itself across my finger and I flinch slightly at the feeling of it on my skin. I throw the dirtied cloth into the drawer with Roxas’ “artwork” and plop down into my seat, frustrated. I gaze down at my thin fingers, coated in his shameful display of pleasure towards me. Without thinking, I raise my hand and trace my tongue over my skin, tasting his very essence. I close my eyes and images of his body spread across my desk, screaming my name poison my mind. I growl to myself and quickly wipe my finger off on my shirt.

This is it! This has to stop! Now!!

I push myself from my seat and pace around the room, grabbing my jacket and pulling it over my slender shoulders. It’s been almost an hour now. Roxas should be back with lunch any minute.

I’m disgusting. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

In the midst of my self-loathing, I hear the door creak open slowly. I jump slightly and stare at the figure of Roxas entering cautiously.

“Roxas…”

His endless ocean pools rise to meet my exhausted expression. He stops in his tracks and places a small bag of food on the table near the couch. His hands find their way to knot themselves against his front, kneading together nervously.

I approach him slowly until I can smell the sweetness of his hair mixed with sweat and my lunch. “Do you really want to be my assistant?”

His eyes widen slightly as he nods. “Yes sir.” His voice is unexpectedly confident and yearning to please.

“Well, I like you but I don’t think I am going to offer you the job.” My interview style way of firing him causes his mouth to drop open in utter confusion.

“Why?” His voice shakes with fear and his eyes plead with me desperately.

“It’s your behavior Roxas.”

“What…about my behavior?” He asks me quickly, his eyes searching me for answers.

“It’s very bad…”

His mouth drops open in shock and a sudden scowl crosses over his face. He grinds his teeth together and raises his hand, slapping me clear across the face.

SMACK!

I step backwards and place my hand on my burning cheek, completely taken aback by his sudden show of dominance.

“You’re FIRED Roxas!” I yell back into his face, my voice shaking under the pressure of my emotions.

“You’re fired!!” He yells, stepping forward only inches from my face, a look of strong determination spread across his features.

I lean backward slightly, swallowing hard as my insecurity begins to shine through into this situation. “….Why did you get ink smear on the Xigbar papers?”

“I was fixing your typewriter! You saw me!” He shoots back, standing straight and tall, asserting himself for the first time ever.

“…I….I know you kick your shoes off at your desk! I can smell your fucking feet from here! Do you ever shower?”

He wrinkles his nose at me in disgust. “Everyday…”

My eyes widen and my heart pounds in my chest, grabbing desperately for straws to continue my control and dominance. “…I told you…to take that damn Ipod home, I don’t want your….listening to music interfering when you are supposed to be working for ME!…I saw it…in your desk…I know it’s there!” My voice begins to stutter now and my breathing becomes heavy with fear and guilt.

He raises his nose to me and stares directly into my wide emerald eyes. “I’ll move it.”

I sigh deeply and bite my lip, looking away from his intense gaze. I feel him lean forward closer to me and I flinch, darting my eyes back to his. His breath is hot against my skin and my eyes slide shut, feeling his lips ghost over mine.

I swallow and back away quickly, turning to face my glowing orchid garden. I refuse to face him and sit myself down onto the couch, every muscle in my body shaking now.

“Why…are you doing this?” His voice is softer now, more desperate.

“You have to go or I won’t stop.” I finally admit to him, knowing that if he stays, I will lose all control over myself.

“Don’t…” His voice is closer now as he approaches me. I continue to stare at my garden, losing myself in the mist and lights, attempting to ignore all of this. I flinch at the feeling of his hand slowly pulling the tie from my hair and making its way deep into my crimson locks. I close my eyes and sink my body into the cushions of the couch, almost submitting to his ministrations. Roxas…Stop.

I sigh and reach into my jacket, pulling out an envelope I had prepared while he was gone. “Roxas, I am so terribly sorry for the mistake I made with you…You, can count on me for an excellent reference.” I state to him sadly as I hand him the envelope containing his last check, double what I actually owe him.

“What are…” He begins and I pull myself from his touch quickly and turn to him.

“Get out Roxas…” I calmly tell him, knowing this is for the best.

His endless blue oceans begin to overflow from his inner defeat and his hands grips around the envelope tightly. “Axel…”

I rise from my seat and glare into his fearful expression. “GET OUT!” I yell, reminding him of his own total loss of control…NOT MINE!

He glares me at angrily and his lips part as if he is about to speak but instead, he turns away and storms out of my office, slamming the door loudly behind him.

I jump at the sound and sink back into the couch, my eyes wide with shock as I massage my temples. I can’t believe I just let him walk out like that.

I hear the outside door close and my office suddenly seems eerily quiet. His voice still rings in my ears and my heart still pounds deeply in my chest, beating myself up on the inside.

I leave the couch and walk over to my desk, sitting down slowly and flicking a switch, illuminating the outside with a call for…

Help Wanted….I just don’t know what kind of help I really need anymore.

To Be Continued