Chains Of Pride

"Well? …" Rikona c.o.c.ked her to the side in a charming fashion, looking at him expectantly.

Makoto wasted no time when he both saw and heard this, he grabbed the front of her blouse, planning to rip it asunder! However, before he could move any further, her hands gently clasped his, ceasing his movements.

"Fufu, calm down, I'm not going anywhere. Take your time and unbutton it, I don't want everyone to see me leaving here looking as I've been ravaged. Though I'm expecting no less." She spoke with that same confidence he found so captivating.

He blushed in slight embarrassment when he realised he had been acting like a child who'd seen a woman for the first time. "S-Sorry."

She consoled him when she saw his rare bashful side. "No need to apologise, it's been a while for both of us, so the eagerness is understandable. Now, what are you waiting for? I'm ready."

He smiled when he heard this, "Then leave it to me, my lady."

He unbuttoned her blouse, starting from the top, one by one. When he had finally finished, he was greeted with a feast for the eyes. A purple lace bra held in its cups, twin mounds that were snow-white in appearance burgeoning with a forbidden temptation.

A thin sheet of perspiration gave them a shiny hue, they were akin to a pair of jewels. The area that was slightly pink, but was increasing in intensity, had the peaks rudely and cleverly kept from view. Indeed it is a torture for just about any man, even for Makoto, though he had seen it before.

Yet, Makoto kept his bearings, but only just, he quickly took off his shirt, yearning to feel her skin upon his. When it fell to the ground revealing his b.a.r.e c.h.e.s.t, the seductress before him licked her red lips as if she was staring at her next meal.

Her plump b.r.e.a.s.ts drew his attention once more, but he fought against his basic instincts, he needed to take this step by step as he turned his gaze to her own. It was for only a moment, but it felt like forever, and yet, there was no pain nor want in it, only satisfaction.

He slowly lowered his head, meeting her lips with his own, his other free hand expertly slid under her bra and gently c.a.r.e.s.sed her b.r.e.a.s.ts.

'Gasps!' "Mhmmm …."

His full deep and sensual kiss forbade her to cry out, but his skills with his hands were testing her will. His fingers played with her n.i.p.p.l.e, fl.i.c.k.i.n.g them, pinching them, rolling them in his fingers.

"Oh, GOD!!" She cried out when it was too much to take, she released his lips, and her head flicked black in utter bliss. Just when she thought this was where he would stay, a sudden shock ran up and down her body.

"Wait, Wha- F-F**K!!!" She looked down to see where Makoto had already unhooked her bra and began subjecting her b.r.e.a.s.ts to the play of his tongue. Interchangeably, as the flash of tongue, teeth, lips and fingers, brought her mind to a state of euphoria, her body convulsed in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

He stopped for only a moment to have her catch her breath before saying. "Last time you practically rode me to madness, so using my own skills, I plan to do the same. This is an act of revenge, and I will …exact it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Rikona by the waist to draw her closer to him. With her sitting on the desk, he had access to every part of her body. Makoto then ripped the dark stockings she wore apart, pulling her short skirt only a little further up until he saw what he wanted.

The matching purple lace p.a.n.t.i.e.s she wore was already wet, his earlier efforts obviously weren't for nought.

"Y-You! D-Didn't I s-say 'inhales'...you shouldn't be 'gasps' ripping anything." Rikona tried to be angry at her ripped stockings, but she was unable to construct even one sentence, only talking in between breaths.

Makoto with no prior warning, inserted one finger in her wet cave before the other finger followed shortly after. Hence, her earlier laboured breathing.

He wordlessly asserted his experience upon her bottom lips, in and out his fingers went, devastating the lands therein! Makoto went on to punish her c.l.i.t to no end, drawing a sharp inhale from her! "Ahh, Mhmm! Y-yes...GOD YES!! Wai- why'd you sto- Ah!"

She gave a shriek of surprise as her legs that were dangling off the table, were fiercely lifted up by Makoto, he landed them both on his shoulders, leaving her in an odd position.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" She cried out, the sudden shift took her by surprise.

"Sshhh, I'll promise you'll enjoy it, trust me," when she heard this, she finally calmed down and let him do as he wanted.

Makoto smiled when he saw that she quieted down, but with still a light look of suspicion, but knowing that position would get uncomfortable before long. He simply figured he would let her remain like this while he overrode that feeling with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

With her legs upon his shoulder, he quickly parted the garment that hid her 'lips' from his view, and there it lay. It was dripping and quivering from his actions before, and with no time to spare, he parted his own lips and speared his tongue straight into her bottom lips.

"AAAAHHNN!!! YE- YEEAAA.S.SS!!!!"

A bolt of lightning struck a chord in Rikona as she was beside herself when Makoto decided to go down on her. She m.o.a.n.e.d and g.r.o.a.n.e.d while screaming in delight! His tongue was making a mess of her, pleasuring her with more energy than he ever did. She had to find ways to make him miss her more!

"I ca- I can't! …EEhhngg!!!" Rikona's body convulsed not for the first time once again, her honeypot practically a river at this point. Makoto, on the other hand, let not a drop go to waste, and swallowed all that she released.

He gave her all that he could with this single muscle alone. Her expression was unsightly, so unlike her, it was…desirable …s.e.xy.

"Hehe, I think she's ready." When Makoto saw that she was ready for him, he decided to act fast. He knew that her giving him free rein, for now, was so that when she took control the next time they did this, there wouldn't be any room for complaints. So he planned to enjoy this as much as he could.

"Haaah haah! Haa Haa…"

He saw her c.h.e.s.t heaving up and done, no amount of air was enough. Yet, this did not compel him to slow down, in fact, it did the exact opposite! He let her think he now knew mercy, as he lowered her legs and left them dangling off the desk, lifeless and devoid of strength.

He suddenly unbuckled his pants, a whirring sound was made as the belt slid through the loops and fell to the ground coiling up like a snake. The pants and u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r soon followed suit, all falling to the ground revealing the only thing left standing, and boy was it standing.

His throbbing rod was curved to the limit as it pulsated, the veins working hard granting life to such a monstrous thing. When she saw it, the image hazy through her dishevelled hair, she let loose a coy smile as she gathered up whatever strength he had left and opened up her legs, inviting him in.