Serenity Studio was locked tight when Riku arrived.
No lights.
No movement.
Just a handwritten note taped to the glass, its ink looping like lipstick on a mirror.
"Come around back.
Don't knock.
Just enter."
His throat was dry.
He swallowed, heart thudding loud enough to hear. Every step into the narrow alley felt like crossing into another world, one of velvet shadows and whispers. When he reached the rear sliding door, it opened under his touch without a sound.
Darkness swallowed him.
The air inside was thick, warm and perfumed with something rich: lavender, sandalwood, desire. He tasted it on his tongue.
Then, a voice.
Low. Womanly. Confident.
"Wait."
He froze.
Something brushed his cheek. A cool silk blindfold slipped over his eyes, soft as breath, stealing his sight and sharpening everything else.
"What are you.... " He tried to oppose it but,
"Shh," she murmured, a smile woven into her voice. "Let me show you how a real woman plays."
He felt her fingers on his wrist, slender, firm, in full command. She guided him forward, slow and sure. His shins bumped soft sheets, and she sat him gently at the edge of what he imagined was a low bed.
His entire body was tight with nerves. He didn't know what to say. What to expect.
He'd come here braced to lead.
Instead, he was being led. owned.
She knelt before him, her voice drifting upward, rich and full of dark silk.
"Have you ever been touched by someone who knows exactly what she's doing, Riku?"
He opened his mouth, maybe to answer, maybe to beg, but her fingertip pressed to his lips.
"Don't speak," she whispered. "Just feel."
She took his hand, brought it to her body.
"Start here," she said, placing his palm against the curve of her hip. Her skin was warm, smooth… confident.
"Explore. Slowly."
His hand trembled as he moved it across the swell of her backside. She shivered, deliberately, dramatically, drawing in a moan that was part performance, part genuine heat.
"Such careful fingers," she teased. "But don't be shy. I want you to feel every inch of me."
He tried to be bolder, cupping her, sliding upward toward her waist, but she seized control again, placing both his hands higher, directly over her breasts.
"Here," she said softly. "That's what you really wanted, wasn't it?"
He nodded without meaning to.
She let out a knowing chuckle and leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear.
"I've handled boys like you before."
Her breasts pressed into his palms, soft and full and real, and his thumbs brushed over her nipples, already firm beneath the fabric of her robe.
She moaned, letting the sound linger.
"Mmnn... good," she praised. "Now squeeze. Just enough to make me melt."
He obeyed, and she rewarded him with a groan, low, wet, and aching. It made him harder than he'd ever been. She knew it too.
"Oh... you're throbbing already," she said, her lips brushing his jaw. "How adorable."
Her hand drifted to his thigh, nails lightly grazing, inching up slowly.
"You're so easy to read. Every twitch. Every breath. You've never been with a woman like me, have you?"
He shook his head, truth and shame mixing.
She smiled.
"I thought so."
Suddenly, her weight shifted, and she straddled his lap. His hands still cupped her breasts as she began a slow grind, hips moving like smoke, like sin.
"You're mine tonight, sweet boy."
He moaned, broken and breathless.
"I want to hear every sound you make."
Her lips ghosted down his neck, planting wet kisses, nips, and teasing licks. She moved slowly, intentionally, dragging him further from control with each sensual motion.
"Are you trembling for me?" she purred. "Don't worry. That's just your body learning who it belongs to."
He didn't say anything, not in a position to do so.
"Good," she whispered. "Now let me make you beg."
And with that, she pushed him back onto the bed, gently but firmly.
Riku lay there, blindfolded, heart pounding, hips twitching, lost.
And as she began to undress him, one piece at a time, her fingers toying with every inch of him like she was unwrapping her favorite dessert, he realized.
He hadn't walked into a studio.
He'd walked into a lesson.
And she was going to ruin him, one teasing, sinful whisper at a time.
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"Let me remove your blindfold," she whispered, fingers tracing gently along his jaw.
"Should I?" she teased, pausing just long enough to make his heart hammer.
Slowly, deliberately, she peeled the silk away, freeing his eyes.
For the first time, he saw her today, and in the best position he wanted her to be, kneeling before him like a goddess carved from desire itself.
She radiated power and seduction, every curve lit by the soft glow of the room.
His breath caught. His body ached with need.
His dick throbbed fiercely, begging him silently to stop waiting and lose himself in this perfect moment.
She start tugging at the straps of her hair to loosen them, each pull deliberate, exposing the nape of her neck. One hand slid beneath the covers, wrapping around his length with slow, calculated pressure.
Her thumb brushed the crown, tracing that sensitive ridge. She looked up, lips parting in a wicked smile.
"What do you want me to do?" she murmured, voice husky with promise.
Her fingers curled, stroking him in even, deliberate motions.
"Do you want me to put it inside me?" she whispered, the words hanging heavy in the air as she leaned forward, breath hot against his tip.
Her hand continued its languid rhythm, teasing him.
"Or do you want me to take it in my mouth, so badly, and deep throat every inch?"
She paused, flicking her tongue over the sensitive head before pulling back just out of reach.
"Say it," she commanded softly, eyes glinting with challenge.
His breath caught, voice trembling:
"Please… fuck… I want your to put it in your mouth."
Her hand was warm, sure, wrapping around him with a tantalizing squeeze that made his breath hitch.
"Patience, sweetheart," she murmured, voice thick and slow.
Her palm stroked him, gentle, teasing, barely enough to set his nerves singing.
His hips twitched, desperate for more, but she held back, tightening just when he thought she'd release.
A low chuckle rumbled in her throat as she leaned closer, the heat from her breath kissing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
Her lips parted, warm and inviting, as she slowly lowered herself onto him. The tip brushed against her tongue, then slid deeper past her lips, down her throat, every inch claimed with careful, teasing precision.
She took him fully, her throat stretching to welcome him, the head pressing deep until she gagged softly, eyes fluttering as her breath hitched.
A soft choke escaped her, but she held steady, lips tight around him, hands gripping his hips to keep steady as she slowly bobbed her head.
The wet heat of her mouth wrapped him like a vice, slick and insistent, every movement driving a raw, delicious tension between them.
Her throat tightened briefly, a quiet gasp breaking through the muffled sounds, but she didn't pull back, not yet.
She let him sink deeper, inch by agonizing inch, swallowing him whole until she was trembling with the effort, her eyes locked on his with a wild, daring hunger.
He gasped, sharp, strangled sound, his body arching instinctively.
She hummed against him, vibrating with pleasure, hollowing her cheeks to deepen the suction.
"Shh," she whispered, voice velvet and command. "Not yet."
Her hand moved with rhythmic precision, sliding up and down, teasing every inch of him, while her mouth worked magic, wet, hot, and relentless.
Each suck, each flick of her tongue sent shivers through his spine.
His hands clenched the sheets, nails biting into fabric as his moans grew louder, more urgent.
"T-there.....ahhh....please....."
She pulled back just enough to let him whine, voice cracked and ragged.
"Beg for me," she purred, lips brushing his sensitive skin.
"Tell me how much you want this."
He swallowed hard, breath trembling, words breaking free in a broken plea:
"Please… more… don't stop… please…"
Her grin deepened, eyes gleaming with dark delight beneath the blindfold's shadow.
She dove back down, mouth engulfing him again, fingers teasing with cruel skill, pushing him closer, closer to the edge, then pulling away, making him whimper.
Tears pricked at his eyes, raw emotion spilling with every desperate cry.
She took her time, savoring every reaction, every shudder, every fractured moan.
And when he finally shattered, sobbing and trembling, she swallowed every drop, her voice a sultry whisper.
"That's my good boy."
She crawled up beside him, lips brushing his ear:
"You belong to me."
And in that dark, quiet moment, he knew she was right.
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Author's Note:
For those of you clutching your chests and crying,
"Nooo! Riku shouldn't be so submissive! He's the man!"
Relax, kings.
Even lions know when to purr.
He walked in thinking he was the player,
Turns out, he just met the final boss in silk.
Let the man learn, let the woman teach.
Because sometimes, surrender isn't weakness...
It's the start of something far more dangerous.
Stay tuned.
Riku's journey isn't over.
He'll rise, but maybe on his knees first.
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