Savour the Day

I should warn you that this has not been beta-ed. Thankfully I'm a good writer so there shouldn't be too many mistakes. Also, if someone can come up with a better title for this, I'd love to hear it. I used up my muse writing and had nothing left for the title.
Enjoy!

Savour the Day
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The door creaked open and Sumiya Sakamoto wandered leisurely into his room, flicking on the light on the bedside table and dropping his favourite whip on the chair beside his bed with a sigh. He started to shrug out of his red jacket, wondering how a day can be so busy and yet feel so very long.

It had been a good day at least. He woke up early this morning to Kaoru knocking on his door, telling that Master had a client booked for him shortly. A business man, respectable and impeccably dressed in his tailored black suit. It wasn't long before Sumiya had found a new use for that silky black tie. At the end, the business man had thanked him properly from his position on the floor and Sumiya knew he would be back for more.

He had a relaxing lunch with Hirofumi and read some of the new book he'd picked up. Reading was not something he usually did. It wasn't like it provided him any amusement, it just kept his mind busy when he felt his thoughts were running rampant. Why should he think too hard and make himself depressed when he could sink into a wing back velvet chair in the parlor and read one of those smutty novels that made him laugh uncontrollably and sometimes - although those times were becoming exceedingly rare - give him ideas he could use with his clients.

One of these days, Sumiya hoped he could meet one of the authors of those books and give them some of his ideas. He was sure he could blow their minds.

His reading was interrupted when the Master came in, requesting his assistance with a guest. It turned out to be a handsome blond man, probably just out of his teens, asking for an 'introduction' to S&M. Sumiya had smirked at the Master, whose own devious intentions were plain to see, and decided this was a good way to spend the rest of his afternoon. They soon had the young man strung up and begging for release from their talented minstrations. There was something about the contrast of blond hair and black leather that made Sumiya realize just how much he enjoyed his job. He loved being able to make this willing young forgiener squirm and quiver and plead to be touched. The job benefits easily outweighed the on-call schedule and annoying boss, he thought with a smirk.

Although he wanted to stay to the end he had a prior engagment that he couldn't neglect so Sumiya slipped out, leaving the rest of the session in the Master's more than capable hands. As he walked the hallways towards his favourite room, he hoped he'd get to play with the blond again. With any luck, the Master would be able to make the forgiener into a regular guest and Sumiya would get another taste of him.

He opened the door, sliding the whip off his shoulder and took a quick glance around the room, focusing on the man who knelt by a chair off to the side. "Good evening, Mikoto-san." He said, going to sit in the chair and admiring the look of leather against his guest's pale skin. "Did you do as I asked last time?"

Mikoto nodded, his ebony hair falling across his dark eyes. "Yes, Sir."

Sumiya took a good look at his guest. The wide banded collar was on, the fur lined interior softly clasped against his throat. His hands were secured behind his back in leather cuffs. His desire wept pitifully against the leather straps that held him immobile and locked in longing. The glimmer of wetness on the floor beneath him affirmed the fact he had prepared himself the way Sumiya had asked of him.

Sumiya smiled to himself, watching the older man try to hold back his desire to move against his bindings in search of relief. They had been playing this game for almost two years. Every month Mikoto would show up on the third Friday at 7 o'clock in the evening. He was a reliable husband, a loving father, a dutiful company CEO and an all round upstanding citizen - with a secret. He loved to be dominated, to take the passive role for a change in his demanding life, and he had trusted Sumiya to take care of his desire. Every month Mikoto would come to him for a session of pleasure and at the end Sumiya would give him a task to do before their next session. After all, there was nothing like anticipation to bring a client back.

He looked around, wondering where would be best to place his guest, and opted for the table. He slipped a finger through the loop on Mikoto's collar and directed him to the table, where he bent him over and tied his ankles to the fasteners on the floor, effectively bearing Mikoto to his host's every whim.

"So you did as I asked, hmm? Did you use them all?" Sumiya asked, running his fingertips across sensitive skin.

Mikoto nodded silently.

Sumiya turned, leaving his client to examine the various whips and floggers hung on the wall. He touched them all in turn, trying to decide which would be best. They had come to an agreement that Sumiya could do whatever he pleased so long as there was not a mark left behind. After all, Mikoto had a wife who he kept pleasantly in the dark and Sumiya liked thier regular sessions.

He selected a flogger with soft leather strands and turned back to his guest. Without warning he struck, reddening the skin and watching Mikoto's reaction. The older man gasped and then clenched his teeth in concentration as the strikes continued.

Sumiya paused for a moment as if he had stopped than delivered one final strike across the sensitized skin.

Mikoto gasped, finally raising his head off the table, and there was a soft tinkling noise which caught Sumiya's attention before the room went silent.

"Ah, Mikoto-san..." Sumiya sighed, a disappointed tinge to his words. "You dropped one. I thought I told you to practice holding them." He ran the flogger's strands up the insides of the older man's pale thighs. "Now I have doubts that you truly did use them all."

Mikoto squirmed, "No! I did. Sir, I - "

Sumiya leaned over him, covering the body beneath him and pressing his fingers into Mikoto's slippery entrance, and brushed his lips against his guest's ear. "Quiet! I don't like it when you talk back. You can prove yourself without words." He whispered.

He pulled away, ignoring the disappointed moan his client gave at the loss of Sumiya's touch. He dragged the chair over and positioned it behind Mikoto, crossing his leather covered legs as he took a seat. The smile that played across his lips was a sin of itself.

"Show them to me, Mikoto, and perhaps I will forgive you."

"Y-yes sir." The older man's head slumped back to the table in concentration.

This is when the fun starts, Sumiya smirked happily, watching as nine more round little golden bells rang out as they hit the floor and lay sparkling wetly in the dim light.

Sumiya chuckled to himself at the memories and tried to hold back a yawn. He draped his jacket on the bedpost and dropped onto his bed. It had been a good days work - or play - however you wanted to think of it, but it had worn him out.

He closed his eyes and just lay quietly amongst the satin sheets. The ache between his legs hadn't lessened all day, but that was to be expected. He'd have to take care of it himself he supposed, dragging his tired body off the bed.

Slipping out of his boots and stripping off his tight leather pants he snickered, realizing that undressing had become his new favourite part of the day. He unbuckled the band across his chest and added his shirt for good measure to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Already he felt better, being free from his restrictive clothing.

He opened the drawer of the nightstand and removed a small tube of lotion. He sat himself on the edge of the bed. With a self mocking chuckle, he realized normally he would have gotten Mikoto to do something like this for him.

But then again there was nothing normal about a Master with a Slave's brand was there?

Carefully he applied the ointment the doctor had given him, covering the embarrassing burn with the healing salve. He tried not to recall the physical dispute the Master and he had gotten into about showing the wound to the doctor in the first place. Never again would he end up in that position under that sadistic bastard of a Master, he promised himself.

The pain began to ease and it was followed by the shiver up his spine and the feelings of tension that told him there was only one action that would let him rest peacefully. He curled his lotioned fingers around his injured member and, with the careful skill of a professional lover, brought himself to completion.

Sumiya wiped himself clean and laid back on the bed, drawing the black silk sheets across his body. He knew the Master had something to do with how busy he was today. The week off he had been forced to take when he returned to the Palace of Stars had seemed to last forever but it wasn't long enough that his clients would've missed him terribly. Regardless, he was glad of the effort spent for his first day back, even though he would never thank the Master for it.

Sumiya smiled, turned off the bedside lamp and curled into his pillow. He'd better get some sleep while he could. No doubt the Master would have another long day prepared for him and Sumiya would need the energy to take his willing clients in hand and show them the time of their lives.

Sometimes, he reflected as he drifted off to sleep, a long day just meant you were able to truly savor every moment.

A/N: The only person to read this has already asked me "Bells? Why bells!?" Well I ask you - "Why not bells?! He's ringing in a new day! If he wants to use bells, let him! Are you gonna tell Sumiya he can't? Just be happy he didn't want to use a trumpet or cymbals!"

Aside from that triad, this is my first dirty fic, so please be gentle. I've longed to write something for HnY for years but I never could manage to get past the first paragraph. Then one day I sit down and start writing and here we are. Dirty and yet I like it so much it made me blush to write it and giggle to read it.
Mikoto-san is a plot device I came up with and sadly has nothing to do with the actual storyline, btw. Guess that makes him mine!

So, tell me what you think? Good? Bad? Review and let me know!