You'd just gotten home, and the hallway smelled of that sweetish stench that stuck to your throat and made you want to cough. You ran a hand through your short hair, still damp with sweat...both yours and Toji's, as the lock clicked shut behind you with a shrill noise. Your apartment was dark, lit only by the dim light of the streetlamp filtering through the thin curtains. You hadn't turned on the light yet. You needed to take a breath first. You were too angry, and Toji...hadn't answered you.
But after a second, you saw it.
Choso hadn't moved an inch since you'd opened the door. He remained leaning there, against the doorframe as if he'd grown from the wall itself, his skin pale as always, almost luminescent in the darkness. The lean muscles of his torso were tense under the flickering light. His black cotton pants (damn, they were so tight!), clung to his narrow hips. No collar this time, no mask, none of that pretense he usually wore as if it were his second skin. Just him and his warm, sexy presence.
You felt your heart pounding against your ribs, too loud, too fast. You almost fainted from fright. You weren't at all prepared for such a sudden and unexpected surprise. You weren't even ready to see him so...human. And beautiful.
"Finally," he said, and his voice seemed to scratch the quiet of the apartment, a sound that made your stomach clench. The screen of your phone, which you held in your hand, was lit up and there were numerous messages, calls, and notifications, pleas, which you had ignored for hours. The whole time you'd been bent over the hood of that black BMW, Toji's hands tearing your jeans down your thighs and sliding two fingers into your tight pussy. You'd gasped, you'd cried, you'd begged, yet you couldn't say no. Not when his fingers were tearing your ass open like he wanted to split you in two.
But now there was Choso in front of you. Your puppy. Your toy.
He looked at you as if he could see everything. As if he knew exactly where Toji had touched you, where he had marked you.
"Where the fuck were you?" His voice was a growl, he sounded truly angry. But underneath, there seemed to be something else... something broken, perhaps, or wounded, which made you clench your fists. You lifted your chin, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. You wouldn't let anyone see you as weak. Sure, you needed money, but respect was never to be lacking.
"I've been busy." You lied. "I don't have to answer you every second."
He laughed, but his laugh was a sign of mirth. "No? You don't have to, do you?"
His fingers cupped your chin, and you felt his tiny nails dig into your skin, enough to make you wince. "And yet, I seem to remember that you are my mistress."
That word hit you hard. Mistress. That's what you called yourself when you ordered him to do something. When you told him to crawl on the floor like the animal he was. When you forced him to kneel before you and beg you to let him cum, his hands shaking and his cock rock hard.
But he wasn't playing now.
There was something in his eyes...he looked like a hungry wolf...that gave you goosebumps.
"You're right," you said slowly, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "I'm your mistress."
You grabbed his wrist, forcefully. "And as such, you must not question me. You must obey me."
For a second, Choso remained still, his nostrils flaring, his pupils narrowing. Then, with a trembling sigh, he lowered his gaze, his shoulders sagging slightly. "Yes, Mistress."
You felt the power coursing through your veins, warm and thick like boiling honey. You knew how to do this. You controlled it. Not like Toji, who had used and discarded you without even looking you in the eye. No. With Choso, you were the one who made the rules.
"So," you said, letting go of his wrist to pat him on the face, not to hurt him, but to let him know who was in charge, "Do you want to come into my house or do you want to stay here and whine like an abandoned puppy?"
He raised his eyes, and for a moment you saw something raw, so desperate, in that look that it made you want to step back. But you didn't.
"I want to come in, Mistress," he replied, as if his throat were full of sand. "I want...to be with you."
You felt a cold shiver down your spine. Something wasn't right. Choso had never been like this. Never so exposed.
He entered and you followed, closing the door behind you. The apartment was silent, the air heavy with tension. He stopped in the middle of the room, his arms at his sides and his fingers twitching as if he were fighting not to touch you.
"So?" you asked, crossing your arms under your breasts, feeling the fabric of your shirt cling to your sweaty skin. "What do you want, Choso? Did you just come here to make a jealous scene, or is there more to it?"
He turned slowly, and when he spoke, his voice was so low you had to strain to hear him.
"I…fell in love with you."
His words hit you like a punch in the stomach. You couldn't breathe.
What?
"What?" you repeated, because your brain had obviously decided to go haywire.
Choso took a step forward, then another, until you were almost face to face. His scent of incense and something sweet and musky filled your nostrils, making your heart beat faster than it should.
"I fell in love with you, Y/n." He repeated, louder this time, as if he needed to say it out loud to believe it was true. "I think of you when I wake up, before I go to sleep…when I'm at work, when I'm at the gym, when I'm trying to cum looking at your picture on my phone."
You felt your breath catch again.
No. No, no, no.
This wasn't part of the game. This wasn't safe. Choso was your sugar daddy, your submissive dog, the one who sent you money and gifts in exchange for being humiliated. He wasn't…
"You're kidding," you said, but your voice sounded weak, uncertain, as if the words were stuck in your throat.
He shook his head, his black hair moving with the movement. "No." He reached out, brushing a strand of your hair, his fingers trembling slightly. "I'm not kidding. I know it's just a game for you. I know you like me because I make you feel powerful. But for me…it's different."
You stepped back, your heart pounding in your ears. "Choso…"
"I know you have other…men," he continued, as if he hadn't even heard you. "I know you're seeing other people. I know because I know you." His fingers trailed down your neck, stopping just above the collar of your shirt, where the skin was still red from Toji's bites.
"You're someone who needs to be filled in every way possible. And I…I want to be the one to give it to you. Not just money and vices. Not just gambling. I want to give you everything."
His words burned your skin like acid.
Everything.
That wasn't how it worked. That wasn't how you wanted it to work.
"You know nothing about me," you hissed, pulling away from his touch. "I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone."
"No? Then why do you still smell like him?"
You froze.
What?
Choso leaned over, sniffing the air around you like a puppy, his nostrils flaring. "Sweat. Cum. Fear." He looked up, his eyes black and glistening in the dim light. "You were with someone. Someone who hurt you. Who just used you."
Panic exploded in your chest, like a cold fire coursing through your veins.
How does he know?
"What are you saying?" You tried to lie, but your voice trembled, betraying you.
He straightened, and his lips curved into a sad smile. "I'm not stupid. I can smell sex on you. I can smell it when you've been fucked so hard you walk like you have rocks between your legs."
He took another step toward you, and this time you didn't flinch. You couldn't; it was as if he were hypnotized. "And I know you liked it, too."
His words hit your stomach, making you feel completely naked.
"You know nothing," you repeated, but your tone was empty, lacking conviction.
Choso reached out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him with a force that took you by surprise. "Then tell me it's not true," he whispered, his lips so close to yours you could feel his warm breath on your skin.
His words were venom, and you felt your body react, heat spreading between your already wet thighs as you remembered Toji's fingers mercilessly penetrating you.
"That's not true," you lied again, but your voice was barely a whisper.
Choso laughed, and then pushed you against the wall, hard enough to make you realize you had no escape. "You really are a liar," he whispered against your lips. "You got wet just thinking about it, didn't you? Just remembering how he grabbed you and how he broke you."
You closed your eyes, your breath coming out in gasps. You couldn't deny it. Not with him so close, not with his scent making you instantly wet, not with that damned Toji and the memory of him.
"I hate you," you whispered, the words lacking strength.
"I know," he replied, and then his mouth was on yours, desperate, your lips opening against his, and his tongue slipping inside you without asking permission.
You should have pushed him away, actually. You should have told him to go to hell and not touch you, not to even dare look at you after what he'd said. Instead, you buried your hands in his soft, black hair and kissed him back with equal desperation, your tongues entwining as if you were drowning.
Choso moaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down your hips, grabbing your ass and squeezing it tightly, as if he wanted to merge you with himself.
"God, Y/n," he panted, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. "Drive me crazy, make me yours, damn it."
You pushed him away, your chest rising and falling frantically. "No," you said, "Not like this."
He looked at you, confused, but desire clouded his eyes. "What?"
You licked your lips, tasting him on your tongue. Mistress. That was the word. That was your power.
"If you want something from me," you said slowly, "you'll have to earn it."
He blinked, as if he didn't understand.
You smiled, a cruel little smile you'd never given him before. "On your knees, good boy. Be a good dog."
For a second, Choso remained still. Then, with a strangled groan, he dropped to his knees before you, his bare chest breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on yours, waiting.
You felt the power coursing through you, and you were becoming incredibly excited.
"Good," you whispered, running a finger along his cheek. "Now open your mouth."
He obeyed without hesitation, opening his mouth, his tongue flicking out slightly....
You smiled, feeling the control return to you, exactly where you wanted it.
"Now," you said, "let's see how much you really love me."
You unzipped your jeans with calculated, almost unnerving slowness, letting the fabric slide down your thighs, revealing skin still red from Toji's finger marks. You weren't wearing panties. Not after what had happened. Not after Toji had ripped them off with such force that he'd left a scratch on your hip.
Choso let out a strangled moan, his eyes glued to your pussy, his nostrils flaring. "Mistress…"
"Shut up," you ordered, burying your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back. "Don't speak unless ordered."
He nodded, his throat tightening as he swallowed, his cock swelling against the cotton of his pants and a hint of liquid spreading across the fabric.
You ran your hand between your legs, brushing the swollen lips of your pussy, still sore and wet. Not just for Toji. For him too. For the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing he wanted in the world. As if he were willing to die just to have you.
"Lick me," you commanded, pushing his face against your pussy.
Choso didn't hesitate. His tongue was on you in an instant, lapping at your lips with a precision that made your fists clench in his hair. You moaned, your head falling back against the wall, your knees shaking.
"Just like that," you panted, "Just like that, little dog."
He obeyed, his tongue still slithering inside you, penetrating you with quick, hungry thrusts, his hands gripping your thighs to hold them open, ready to devour you. You felt his hot breath against your skin, his muffled moans vibrating against your clit, sending electric shocks up your spine.
"More," you commanded, pushing his face deeper, feeling his tongue graze your entrance, opening you wider and wider. "I want to feel you suffocate."
He moaned, but didn't stop. His tongue became more insistent, deeper, as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs. You closed your eyes, your breathing coming in gasps again. "Like this, fuck, like this..."
You felt the pleasure building inside you, but not yet. Not so fast.
You kicked him away, leaving him panting on the floor, his lips slick with your juices and his eyes red with desire.
"Good," you panted, running a hand over your face. "Very good."
He looked at you, confused, panting. "Mistress…can I cum?"
You laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "No."
His face twisted in frustration, his hands clenching into fists over his pants, where his cock throbbed desperately.
"Beg," you said, enjoying every second of his agony.
"Please," he moaned, "please, Mistress, make me cum. I need you. I need to feel you."
You leaned toward him, cupping his chin. "And I need you to wait." You straightened, running a finger along his lower lip, gathering some of your own juices. "Unless…" you said slowly, "you want more than just your hand."
He looked at you, his eyes lighting up with hope.
"Do you want to fuck me, little puppy?" you asked. "Do you want to feel how tight I am after that bastard spread me with his fingers?"
Choso moaned, his body shaking like a leaf. "Yes, God, yes…"
You smiled. "Then show me."
You turned around, resting your hands on the coffee table, arching your back so that your ass was exposed, still wet and open. "Take me," you commanded.
You didn't even have time to finish your sentence before Choso was behind you, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his cock hard as steel pressing against your pussy. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the impact.
And then he entered you.