That's What You Get... For Not Paying Attention

Disclaimer: I am not making any money off this at all. I do not own Soul CalibUR or any of the characters involved.

Not expecting to become a regular author here. I've never written anything like this before, so I figure, what the hell, why not.

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It was dark when I came to. It took me a couple of seconds to realize it wasn’t the room that was dark; my eyes had been covered with a bandana, or something like it.

Trying to remove the obstacle was what made me realize my hands were tied above my head.

Other than those two things, I was rather comfortable. Seems I had at least made it to the bed. Maxi's ship is a big vessel; especially for someone who is drunk and barely in tune with their senses. Soul Edge was destroyed; and as a celebration, Maxi threw a party for all of the seekers of the sword.

I heard movement to my right, “Hwang, you didn’t have to wait until I was passed out drunk to do this,” I giggled, “You can tie me up when ever you want to.”

I smiled, hoping the facial expression would portray my excitement. I didn’t know my husband would be interested in this sort of thing. I’d always wanted to try it, but never had the courage to tell him.

I didn’t receive a vocal response. Instead, he walked around the bed and I could feel the mattress shift as his weight was added to it.

“So, now that I am all tied up, what're you going to do with me?” I asked playfully. When I still received no response from him, I figured he was going to stay silent for the evening.

The bed shifted a little more as my husband made his way over to my prone body. Amazingly I could tell it was the sound of his bare flesh rubbing over my still clothed body. I was thrilled at the thought of him already naked, but wondered how long I had been 'out.'

“I don’t know what it is you drank tonight at Maxi’s party, but we need to find out what it is. I like it when you act this way,” I encouraged my husband. Hwang usually acted so shy and unsure during sex.

Once again his warm hand was on my tummy, snaking its way once again between my breasts. I felt a tug on my top as I heard the fragile material rip apart. “Hwang! That was my favorite top you just ruined,” I exclaimed, “You’re going to have to mm-mmm!” My rant was cut off as his lips roughly kissed mine. I could feel his erection, hot and hard, pressed up against my exposed side. One of his arms wove its way under my extended left arm, fingers threading through my long, braided hair, tugging on it and untying it so he could move my head to deepen the kiss. He darted his tongue into my mouth, and tangled his with mine. He’d never been so demanding with just a kiss before. I quivered in anticipation at the forceful promise of his lips on mine.

His other hand slid over my ribs and cupped my right breast. At first it was just a bit of rough handling and squeezing as we continued to kiss. Then his thumb and forefinger pinched my nipple. My upper back arched at the sensation. He tugged on the flesh he had captured, and I moaned into his open mouth.

His lips left mine and I lay panting with my mouth open for a moment while he continued to fondle my breast. I felt him shift his weight as his body slid so our hips were closer together. The hand that had been fondling my breast skimmed down my stomach and over the waist of my split skirt. From there it slid down to the waistband, and pulled the two strips of fabric up to bunch around my waist. He gave my white panties a tug to pull them down, and discarded them.

He didn’t hesitate, running his fingers straight into my already wet vagina. I moaned and arched into his hand as his palm rubbed me while he slowly pumped his fingers spreading my juices. It seemed he had found the key to keeping me unendingly soaked with the little bit of restriction the blindfold and bound arms created.

Before I could beg him to fuck me, the hand masturbating me slid from my pussy and to my inner left thigh. He pulled my left leg up and hooked it over his hips. Then I felt his hand snake down past my leg. I figured he was using it to guide himself to my opening.

I’d guessed correctly, as I felt his large cock slide into me. “Oh God,” I groaned. This was a new angle for the both of us, and I felt as though this was the deepest he’d ever been inside of me. I heard him expel a breath, the first sound that he made all night, and concluded he felt the same as he held his position for a moment.

“Oh baby, please fuck me,” I begged, and he obliged. His hand curled around my knee that was flung over his thigh and then he pulled his cock away from me, almost all the way out, before pumping it back into me. I gave a little squeak in response, and he did it again; pulling slowly out of me and then driving sharply back into me.

Hwang still hadn't spoken a word; the only sound was just the sounds I made every time he thrust into me. Low groans that would change into high cries as he changed the force he was using.

God, he was good tonight. No, he was better than good, he was great. Where he’d been hiding all of this talent was a question I’d have to ask him in the morning.

His hand trailed from my knee, down my inner thigh. From there, his fingers found my clit and started massaging it in slow circles. I moaned, and bucked up into his hand. He pressed his forearm into my hip, so I couldn’t move far enough away from his body to dislodge his cock.

I felt his upper body contort a bit, and then the heat of his breath was flowing over my breast before his mouth closed around my nipple, licking and sucking. The underside of his tongue was hot over my flesh compared to the cool air in the room. I whimpered at the touch.

“Oh, Hwang, fuck me harder,” I begged, and he complied. He started ramming his cock into me almost painfully. I felt my stomach tighten. My body arched of its own accord, and I felt waves of bliss hit my lower regions. He stilled his motions, I guess to enjoy the feel of my inner walls pulsating around his erection. He didn’t move until my body had stopped its quivering. I appreciated the gesture.

When my breath was coming in longer, deeper breaths, he withdrew himself from me. I found it very odd that he was doing so, knowing he hadn’t cum yet. He pushed my leg off his hip, and then I felt him pull my legs wide again as he nestled between my thighs and he entered me again.

I was almost too stimulated, but for what he had just done for me, I was willing to let him have his moment also.

Once again, he started with a slow rhythm, but instead of thrusting into me, as he had done before, his strokes were slow and even. I showed my appreciation with low moans, wishing he would let my arms down so I could feel his muscles working under his skin with my hands. He quickened the pace at whatever invisible signals he was detecting; somehow knowing I was ready for more.

Then the unbelievable happened. It was a shock to me. I came a second time.

He stilled again as I pulsed around him. He leaned his upper torso forward and started kissing and licking my neck.

I lay panting under his ministrations. Then I felt one of his arms come up, and start to untie the blindfold.

“You don’t have to do that, Hwang,” I said. The blindfold came off, and my lover’s face came back into view. My eyes widened.

I pulled at my restraints in shock. It wasn’t my husband I had been enjoying this evening with, it was my husband’s eighteen year old student, “Yun-seong?!”

“Relax,” he said huskily, “You can’t tell me you weren’t enjoying yourself,” he said, and emphasized his statement by pushing deeper into me.

Involuntarily I cried out in pleasure, my eyes closing as I tried to deny what my body was feeling. His hand came up and cupped my jaw as he slid in and out of me again, “Look at me and say you are not enjoying this.” What would he do if I asked him to stop? Would he? Or would he take his pleasure anyway? We should stop; I knew this. This was so wrong.

I opened my eyes, determined to tell him just that, but he thrust into me again, and again I cried out in pleasure. Then I spoke, in betrayal of my husband and my own morals, “Yes,” I admitted as he drove into me yet again, “I am,” another stroke, “enjoying this.”

At my admission, he started to plunge into me swifter and harder to the point I had to clench my teeth just to stay sane. He chuckled darkly into my ear, “I knew you would,” but he didn’t get any rougher.

Suddenly he threw his upper torso up, and growled and I could feel his heat pouring into me. I shivered in pleasure, loving the feeling of his cock filling me to overflowing.

His head dropped, and he kissed me again fiercely. He lifted his right hand up, and I felt one of my hands come loose as he untied my bindings. “I've wanted that for a while now. Do us both a favor, and don’t ever speak of this to anyone,” as he finished, he untied the binding on the other arm.

Why would I? How could I? Tell my husband I had enjoyed having sex with his student? How I could tell anyone? What few regrets I had were totally out weighed by the pleasure he had given to me, “No Yunsung, I won’t tell anyone,” ashamed of myself, but feeling completely sated at the same time.

He withdrew from me then. Climbed off the bed and started getting dressed.

I sat up and worked on getting the silk ropes off from around my wrists.

Before he left the room, he turned and smirked, “It's good to know my skill with a sword isn't the only thing I can beat Hwang at,” and with that he left, the door closing slowly.

I watched as the door slowly closed, and bit my lip. "Hey, Yun-seong?"

I heard footsteps turn around and Yun-seong came back. "Yeah?"

Tell him off. Chew him out, Mina. He betrayed Hwang. He tricked you. That was what my mind was telling me.

I smirked. "Why don't you practice a bit more?"

Yun-seong looked shocked at first, then grinned. "Hey, I'm game. We can do this as many times as you like."

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Yep, that's it. :)