Chapter 6 - bound (Ryoma)

It’s agreed on ahead of time, and talked out thoroughly. Corrin isn’t sure that she can do something like this without disappointing, but Ryoma has faith in her, assuring her that, no matter what, he’ll enjoy himself. Of course, he won’t seem like he is, but that’s an act that’s all part of the fun. If there were anything seriously wrong, he knows what he’s supposed to say. She’s learned many ways to tie rope in preparation, but she has no doubt that he’d be strong enough to break out on his own at any time.

His hands are behind his back, and his ankles bound together, but the rope traces in intricate patterns down his chest, and he lays on his back, completely naked before her. For a moment, Corrin is too nervous, and almost backs out, but then she sees that reassuring smile of his and she knows that she can do this, and that it will be very worth it, in the end. Taking a deep breath, she crosses the room toward him and says, “What do you want me to do to you?”

“As if I care.” His tone is so cold that it comes out like a slap, but she was prepared for him to react like that.

“Come on,” she says, hoping that her tone sounds confident, teasing. “There has to be something you want from me.”

“What does it matter? No matter what I say, you’re going to fuck me, so why not get it over with?”

“Sorry, but that’s not how this works,” she replies. “If you don’t learn how to ask nicely, you’ll get to learn just how easy it is for me to tease you.”

“You can do your worst, but I won’t give in to you,” is all he says. Just as he promised, he isn’t making this easy for her, but she’s determined to make him break.

He’s visibly hard and so she gestures, saying, “It looks like you want me pretty badly. Are you sure you want to keep playing hard to get? I’ll give you one last chance to ask nicely.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Your choice.” She takes him in hand, watching for even the slightest shift in his face, but he manages to not show any reaction to the contact. Even as she begins to work her hand up and down, slowly and teasingly, he doesn’t react in the slightest. No, he is definitely not making this easy for her.

“Looks like you’re just giving it to me without a fight already,” he observes.

“If you think that I’m just giving in now, then you haven’t seen anything yet.” The quicker her hand moves, the more she expects to get a reaction out of him, but it takes so long before he finally makes a soft noise. “Ready to beg yet?”

At last, there’s a look of slight discomfort on his face. “Not a chance.”

“Then let’s see how you hold up when I do...this.” As she speaks, she leans down, until her breath tickles against his erection. She can’t really watch his face like this, but she hopes that it’s enough to have him squirming soon enough. First, she runs her tongue slowly along the length, trailing up and down and then around, letting him get a good feel for it before she goes in for the kill.

She waits until she feels Ryoma shift and hears a barely audible groan from him before she changes tactics, and wraps her lips around the head. He gives the slightest shudder, and she’s proud that she’s finally starting to make some progress. She takes him deep in her mouth, until she’s taken him as deep as she can, but she keep the motions of her tongue to a minimum, just doing what she can to tease him for right now. Soon, she’ll have to stop, rather than letting this go too far, but she waits until she can hear him panting and struggling to hold back his moans.

When she pulls back, she looks at him and sees that his face is flushed, that he looks frustrated. “So?” she asks. “Are you ready to ask nicely now?”

“I...I don’t have anything to ask for,” he replies, but his breathing is so ragged now that she doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Suit yourself,” she replies, before brushing her hand against his cock, not quite grabbing his. She relies on featherlight touches, enough to remind him that she’s there, all while giving him nothing. At this rate, it isn’t long before he’s barely able to breathe, and he can’t hold still at all. He can’t hold out like this forever; he’s going to have to give in to her sooner, rather than later.

“Ask nicely,” she commands. Ryoma scowls at her, but there is weakness in his eyes there that was not there before, weakness that grows with each passing second. She’s winning him over, and she watches as he begins to crack before her very eyes. Finally, his face shifts, breaking for the first time.

“Corrin…” he breathes. “Please…”

It’s hard not to give in at the first request, but she knows better than to do something like that. Instead, she just smirks and says, “I don’t think that was very convincing. You’re going to have to beg for it.”

“B-but I…” He hesitates, taking a breath, before saying, “Please, Corrin, I’m begging you. I...I need you to fuck me…”

“You need me to?” she asks. “I’m sorry, but I’m just not sure that I believe you.”

“Please!” he cries. “I...I’ll do anything, just please fuck me!”

“You’ll do anything ?”

“Yes! I’m begging you!” She’s never seen him behave more pathetically, and something is off about it, but it’s not something that she minds right now. Even though this wasn’t her idea, she’s coming to love having this power over him and seeing this side of him.

“If you insist,” she teases, and in a flash, she’s climbed on top of him. Grinning down at him triumphantly, she begins to sink down on him with a sigh. It’s hard not to let it show on her face just how good this is for her as well; every second she’s spent teasing him, she’s been delaying her own pleasure after all. But she contains herself, just barely, and watches the way he melts beneath her.

Ryoma becomes utterly powerless as he fills her, and when she begins to bounce lightly on top of him, he moans desperately, proving that she’s completely conquered her intimidating lover. It’s such a rush that she almost forgets for a moment that she was only able to do this because he allowed her to. Whatever the case, it’s amazing for both of them, and that’s all that matters.

Neither of them can do much talking now and it isn’t long before her dominant facade begins to crack as she gives way to pleasure. Soon enough, her moans are matching his, and he raises his hips to meet hers while she rides him with abandon. She doesn’t have it in her to tease or deny him any further, so when he declares his closeness, she doesn’t stop him from coming with a groan.

Even as he’s relaxing, exhausted, underneath her, she does not slow down until she’s joined him, crying out as she reaches her orgasm as well. It takes them both a long while to recover after this, and she rests on top of him, struggling to catch her breath. That was certainly intense, but her character is completely broken now, and so is his.

“I would wrap my arms around you,” he says, in a much more gentle tone of voice, “but you’ve still got me all tied up. And, not to rush you or anything, but my arms are starting to fall asleep…”

Even though she’s comfortable like this, she knows she has to drag herself up to untie him now. It’s been a fun night for the both of them, but she thinks they could both use some rest before they even talk about doing something like that again. 

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