Would You Love Me?
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Category:
+. to F › Ai no Kusabi
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
10,759
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Ai no Kusabi, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
Hello! I really liked this story when I wrote it... heavens, YEARS ago, and I wanted to come back and clean it up now that I've gotten a little better at the whole writing thing. I'm not changing plot, I'm just cleaning it up, adding some things and trying to make it a little less 'fangirl fic'ey. You know. I hope you enjoy!
Like all fiction on this site, or ANYWHERE, we love to read reviews. Good, bad, silly or serious, critiques are what better us as writers and reviews are what let us know what the people want. So be a good person and give me some R&R. Enjoy!
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Riki the Dark, the once proud leader of the Bison gang in Ceres was currently kneeling in the center of the most lavish room he’d ever entered. The floor was marble, the chandelier crystal, the tables were an expensive mahogany with gold leaf and yet he couldn’t bring himself to be awed or amazed.
No, this room was a cage, though a gilded one. It had been three months since he was captured and brought to Iason Mink’s penthouse. Three long months of punishment and defiance which led to this day. Iason ordered him to kneel, expecting the mongrel to refuse and spout off the curses he normally did. But today was the day that Riki decided that it wasn’t worth it to fight anymore.
So he knelt in the center of the room, a surprised Blondie reclining in a comfortable looking chair near the wall. There were dark, layered bruises covering the mongrel’s thighs and stomach, and more under the tiny shorts he was wearing. Proof that it had been hard work to get to this point.
“Very good, pet.” And Riki hated himself for feeling some small joy at the compliment. “Remove your shorts. Slowly”
Rather than completely obey, he unzipped them and peeled them down to his knees before flinging them off ungracefully. Iason’s lip curled slightly- they’d need to work on that. But it was a start.
“Now pleasure yourself.”
“Fuck you.”
Iason laughed. “I thought we were past this, pet. Don’t talk back to me.” He paused for just a brief moment to let that sink in, then continued.
“I want you to stroke yourself. Spread your legs a little wider. Now lean back so I can see—yes, just like that.”
The mongrel did everything asked of him, but when he felt himself nearing his climax, he decided to go for it rather than wait for Iason’s approval. His hand flew over his shaft as he pleasured himself, the other one on his chest and stomach. It wasn’t too long before Riki was cumming, crying out and arching his back beautifully—giving a show, but not meaning to.
Iason watched this and watched his pet spilling his seed on his hand and the floor. Riki finished and stayed in the same position for a long moment, panting and trying to regain some composure and still Iason watched.
Finally he stood and moved closer to Riki. A white gloved hand stroked the mongrel’s cheek, running his thumb over those supple lips.
“I like your fire, but it seems we still have some obedience issues to work on.”
There was a soft slap on the cheek, more of a censure than a punishment, and then Iason was gone, through the large wooden doors.
Riki would never have admitted it, but when the hand left his face and the Blondie left the room, he was disappointed.
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Like all fiction on this site, or ANYWHERE, we love to read reviews. Good, bad, silly or serious, critiques are what better us as writers and reviews are what let us know what the people want. So be a good person and give me some R&R. Enjoy!
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Riki the Dark, the once proud leader of the Bison gang in Ceres was currently kneeling in the center of the most lavish room he’d ever entered. The floor was marble, the chandelier crystal, the tables were an expensive mahogany with gold leaf and yet he couldn’t bring himself to be awed or amazed.
No, this room was a cage, though a gilded one. It had been three months since he was captured and brought to Iason Mink’s penthouse. Three long months of punishment and defiance which led to this day. Iason ordered him to kneel, expecting the mongrel to refuse and spout off the curses he normally did. But today was the day that Riki decided that it wasn’t worth it to fight anymore.
So he knelt in the center of the room, a surprised Blondie reclining in a comfortable looking chair near the wall. There were dark, layered bruises covering the mongrel’s thighs and stomach, and more under the tiny shorts he was wearing. Proof that it had been hard work to get to this point.
“Very good, pet.” And Riki hated himself for feeling some small joy at the compliment. “Remove your shorts. Slowly”
Rather than completely obey, he unzipped them and peeled them down to his knees before flinging them off ungracefully. Iason’s lip curled slightly- they’d need to work on that. But it was a start.
“Now pleasure yourself.”
“Fuck you.”
Iason laughed. “I thought we were past this, pet. Don’t talk back to me.” He paused for just a brief moment to let that sink in, then continued.
“I want you to stroke yourself. Spread your legs a little wider. Now lean back so I can see—yes, just like that.”
The mongrel did everything asked of him, but when he felt himself nearing his climax, he decided to go for it rather than wait for Iason’s approval. His hand flew over his shaft as he pleasured himself, the other one on his chest and stomach. It wasn’t too long before Riki was cumming, crying out and arching his back beautifully—giving a show, but not meaning to.
Iason watched this and watched his pet spilling his seed on his hand and the floor. Riki finished and stayed in the same position for a long moment, panting and trying to regain some composure and still Iason watched.
Finally he stood and moved closer to Riki. A white gloved hand stroked the mongrel’s cheek, running his thumb over those supple lips.
“I like your fire, but it seems we still have some obedience issues to work on.”
There was a soft slap on the cheek, more of a censure than a punishment, and then Iason was gone, through the large wooden doors.
Riki would never have admitted it, but when the hand left his face and the Blondie left the room, he was disappointed.
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