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The Scene - Part Two

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The Drop - Part One

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

This does have an active BDSM scene, if you have issues with any of the above don't read.

Emerging from the train station, you see the cafe where you’d agreed to meet Eijiro and Katsuki for lunch. Your stomach dances as butterflies blow through your entire body. You haven’t seen Katsuki since the conference last week, although he’s been texting and calling every day. Still, your heart pounds every step that takes you closer to seeing him again. On top of your jangled nerves is the excitement of seeing Eijiro, you smile instinctively. He’s been texting you every day too since the conference, just friends now, but he’s always been your rock and you miss him. You laugh, thinking how these two men are completely different in so many ways. Your thoughts dig further, a small coil of desire unfurling, you wonder how else they might be different? You see the cafe and walk into the restaurant. You’d taken the early train so you figure you can grab a table and wait. Your phone buzzes in your purse, pulling it out, you read the text.

(Katsuki) You look nice today.

Jerking up, you look around at the tables, no spiky blonde. Spinning you collide into a solid body, arms coming up around you.

“Hey Princess,” a deep voice chuckles, holding you tight.

“Oh,” you gasp as your hands land Katsuki’s chest, you push back but his arms stay firm around you.

“Good to see you,” his soft red eyes wander over your face. “You look a lot better.”

Blushing, you smile, “thank you, I feel much better.” His large hands stroke your back, you push again. “Um, should we get a table?”

“I have one outside already,” reluctantly letting you go, Katsuki holds open the door for you, going outside into the sunshine. Grabbing your hand he leads you to a table in a shady corner of the patio. “I ordered you some sweetened iced tea.” He pulls out your chair as the server sets down your drinks. “You can get something else if you want.”

“No, this perfect, thank you,” you drink down the icy drink cooling yourself, the morning was warmer than you’d expected.

“Why not take off your sweater?” Katsuki reaches over, his finger slipping into your sleeve, he rubs your skin gently. A rush of chills race up your neck, rolling down your back, you shiver in spite of the heat.

“(y/n)!”

Turning you see him, Eijiro, making his way towards the table. Forgetting everything, you squeal in happiness and jump from your chair, leaping into his arms. “Sir - damn, Eijiro,” you fall back laughing. “I’ll get it right someday, I promise.” You grin wide looking up into his rugged face. Cupping your chin, he kisses your cheek.

“You look amazing.” His eyes wander over your summer outfit. “Perfect style for you.” Blushing again, you clasp his hand.

“We have a table,” you tug him as you turn back to where Katsuki sits, your smile fading slightly at the dark look on his face. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, you’ve done nothing wrong but, you glance down at Eijiro’s big hand laced in your own. Squeezing him gently, you let go and sit down. Picking up your iced tea, you take another drink, casually looking over at Katsuki. He’s glaring at Eijiro, swirling the ice in his coffee.

“Hey Katsuki,” Eijrio pounds his friend on the back. “Haven’t seen you since you left, damn you look good,” laying his hand on his shoulder he winks, “looks like you’ve been hitting the gym.”

“No more than usual,” Katsuki tries to keep his voice neutral but anger splits through his brain. He knows you two were together as Dom and Sub and breaking old patterns is difficult. He clenches his jaw, but fuck, it was still damn hard to watch your excitement at seeing the red-head and the intimacy you clearly shared.

Sitting down, Eijiro smiles at you both, “so, you’ve met! This is great. I’d been wanting to introduce the two of you for a while.”

“We have,” you blush again, the warmth of the day not helping your slightly nervous state.

“I’m really glad, I think you two could work well together,” sipping his water, he glances at his friend, Kiri chooses his next words intentionally, “at least until you meet your 24/7.”

“What do you mean meet her 24/7?” Katsuki stops, his drink midway to his mouth, he cocks a brow at his friend.

Reaching out, Eijiro squeezes your hand, smiling at you. “We’ve discussed it, I really think (y/n) is ready to go full-time.” He laughs at the blush that reddens your cheeks, “But I think it may take a while for her to find the right person.” Pulling your hand to his mouth he kisses your knuckles. “Maybe you two could work together a little bit until then,” he shrugs casually.

“Work together? A little bit?” You stare at Eijiro, “what do you mean?” You're hyper-aware of him kissing your hand.

“I’m not sure you need anything like we had,” he winks. “You need to focus more on looking for a full-time Dom.” Finally looking at Katsuki, he met his burning red gaze with his own stony expression. “Maybe you could set up some scenes with (y/n), easy stuff, nothing much,” his voice cool.

“Nothing much?” your face falls, you can see he’s serious. A flicker sparks in your belly, a welling of anger rising quickly. Biting your tongue, you stare at the table. What the hell? It’d been his idea to introduce you to Katsuki, why is he backpedaling now?

Shaking his ice, Katsuki grunts, a soft laugh escaping. “Some scenes? You really think she’s ready for me?” His tone sarcastic, he leans back and crosses his arms. Shitty Hair was obviously regretting letting you go, flicking his hungry gaze on you, Katsuki smiles. He was pretty fucking stupid as far as he was concerned. It was done though, the collar was off and he was going to make damn sure you became his, he just needed to get Red to back down.

“I think so” Eijiro nodded, “something light, you should probably start off with easy scenes, no sex, you know?”

Katsuki bit back a smile at the hopeful look on his face.

“Eijiro,” you wait until his eyes settle back on you. “I appreciate you helping me out,” you take a deep breath pulling your hand out of his grip. Looking over at Bakugou, your stomach lurches, all you’d heard was the word sex, “if we decide to work together, then we’ll have to figure all that out between us.” A wide grin splits Katsuki’s face as he nods at you approvingly, your heart skips a beat as a sweet tingling spreads through your body.

“Speaking of scenes,” the blonde rubs your arm gently. “I’m doing a beginner event next weekend at my club, would you be interested?”

“That’s a great idea man, let her see how you work with a sub!” Eijiro grinned, “he’s different than I am-”

“Shut up Shitty Hair,” Katsuki snaps, glaring at his friend. Red eyebrows shoot up.

“What did I say?”

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki looks back at you, “not to watch, would you like to work with me?”

The tingling flowing through your body shoots like a jolt straight to your clit, startling you. It was the same reaction you had when you’d seen that woman on stage, you blink as your thighs tremble.

“Fuck, Katsuki, she’s not doing a public scene, that’s not her thing,” Eijiro grumbles.

Ignoring the red-head, Katsuki keeps his burning gaze on you. “Have you ever wanted to try a public scene, (y/n)?”

“No,” Eijiro’s voice is stern, “I told you she only likes private play.”

You watch as Katsuki’s jaw flexes several times before he pushes back his chair and stands, moving behind you. He bends down near your ear. “Will you excuse us for a moment princess?”

His voice is soft like a caress but it rips through your body like a cannon shot blasting through every nerve. “Of course,” you manage to nod and smile, trying to ignore the trembling spreading out from your thighs now to your stomach. You grab your iced tea and suck down a huge swallow.

“Eijiro?” Katsuki walks away, clearly expecting him to follow.

You watch as Kiri stands slowly.

“You okay baby girl?” You nod, looking away. Clearing his throat he follows Bakugou to a secluded area along the back end of the patio.

Turning his back to you, Katsuki crosses his arms and steps in front of his friend. “Stop it.”

Taking a step back, Kiri stares at him for a moment. “She won’t do a scene.”

“That’s not your decision, nothing is anymore, including her finding a full-time Dom.”

Letting out a deep breath, Eijiro puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “I’ve known her a long time, Bakugou. Remember, I was her first Dom, I know what she needs.”

“You’re not her Dom anymore,” Katsuki knocks his hand away. “She’s independent, let her think for herself or she won’t break from you.”

“What?” Eijiro rubbed his neck, he glanced away from his intense glare, “we ended it last week, you know that.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki raised a brow, “how many times have you texted her since then?”

Rolling his eyes, Eijiro shrugs. “A few times, nothing much.”

“Let me see your phone.”

Grabbing his pocket, he frowns,“fuck that.”

“She won’t be able to fucking separate, you know that better than anyone, you broke it off clean last week, what the hell happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re a shitty liar, Red.”

Taking a deep breath, Eijiro thins his lips. He can’t admit it, not to Bakugou, but fuck, when you’d come back from the conference all you’d talked about was Katsuki. He never thought he was the jealous type, until now. “So, I texted her? Big deal, we talk all the time, we’re friends.”

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki peers back over his shoulder at you. You were staring at them pretending to be drinking. Turning back to his friend, he growls at him. “Just cool it Eijiro, if you want her to work with me, you gotta back off.”

“I can still be in her life Bakugou,” Kiri bit out, he’s worried about you. He’d originally figured a few scenes between the two of you would be fun, but he could tell his friend was more interested than he’d expected, he didn’t want you to get hurt. “And I’m serious, she really is ready for full-time, don’t go too deep or it’ll really mess her up.”

“I’ll fucking worry about that,” spinning Katsuki fumed as he walked back to the table.

Watching over your glass, you could see Eijiro’s face but they were too far away to tell what they were talking about, then Katsuki turned, you could see he was angry. You held your breath, what the hell was going on? They sat back down, neither talking.

You eye them both as you pull a menu from the stand. “So, everything worked out?”

“Yep, all worked out,” Eijiro stares at you, a knowing look fills his red eyes. “So, (y/n) are you ready to do a public scene with him?” He tips his head towards Katsuki.

“I - uh,” panic grips your brain.

“See,” Kiri leans back, smirking, “I told you.”

A warm hand engulfs your own, the same one that had held you last week, this time you notice the scarred skin. You look up into those crimson eyes, your head is whirling.

Leaning towards you, Katsuki's voice is quiet. “Are you scared or just excited? It’s hard sometimes to pull those two feelings apart.”

“Um,” you’re pretty sure it’s fear but you wonder. “I’m not sure,” you admit. “Is-is this something you want me to do?” You're desperate to hear him say yes, to give you no choice but to surrender to his will.

Leaning back, Katsuki shakes his head, “it’s not what I want princess, it’s what you want. No one at this table is telling you what to do.” He flicks a quick glance at Eijiro, who nods begrudgingly.

You're rattled by his words, he’s making you decide. Can you make the choice? Your brain screams, you aren’t sure. In your mind you can see the woman again, stripped almost naked, tied with her arms over her head, all eyes on her. Somewhere in a hidden corner of your heart you want to be her, to have this man over you, touching you, whispering praises. The idea is so intense you have to squeeze your thighs tight together against the piercing desire flooding your body. “Of course, it should be my decision” your calm tone belies the storm raging in your mind. You smile slightly, “I was just wondering what you thought.” But his face is impassive, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“He’s a rigger,” Eijiro snaps at you.

You turn to stare at him for a moment trying to understand what he’s saying, “what’s a rigger?” You look between the two, you hear Katsuki grunt.

“I tie ropes around people,” Bakugou watches you closely, “it’s called kinbaku or shibari, an ancient Japanese art.”

“Oh.”

“Can I take your order?” You’ve never been more happy to be interrupted by a server in your life. Suddenly everyone is focusing on the menus.

“What are you going to have (y/n)?” Katsuki leans forward pulling your gaze back towards him.

“She’ll have the cobb salad.” Eijiro replies to the waiter, taking over, “stirred, no dressing.” He turns the menu over, “I might have a sandwich.”

Setting down your menu, you nod blankly, stopping at the soft clicking noise coming from the blonde. He taps his menu on the table, “is that what you want, princess?”

Looking up at sweet Eijiro, you feel the comfort of your time together, you know he’ll forever be in your heart. He smiles at you, one that would've left you in a puddle of happiness just a few weeks earlier. Your hand moves to your throat, which is bare now, no collar, which was his choice. The reality that had stung so painfully, is now beginning to fade. You glance back at Bakugou, the look in his eyes is clearly giving you an open invitation into his world. A slow smile spreads across your face, that’s what you want, it’s clear to you. To step into his arms and let him show you what he has to offer. “Actually,” you stop the server, “I think I’ll have a hamburger with ice cream, please.” You boldly stare back at Katsuki, waiting to see his response. The look of tenderness that unleashes from his glowing red eyes is overwhelming, your breath releases from your lungs in a single gasp.

“When did you start eating burgers?” Eijiro looks up from the menu.

That earns you a wink, a deep aching pulses through you, settling at your clit. You pause, catch your breath and shrug, “I had one recently and forgot how good they are.”

“Sounds good, I’ll have one too.” Katsuki nods to the waiter, putting his menu back into the slot.

“That makes three of us then,” Eijiro tosses his menu on the table.

After the server leaves, you study the blonde while playing with your silverware. Leaning back, thick legs crossed, he’s watching you closely. All you want to know is what he would do to you on that stage. Terror and excitement fuse together. You close your eyes and shift in your chair, trying to calm yourself down. You’ve never regretted a single moment since that night you met Eijiro, taking a deep breath, you smile as you make your decision, “I have some questions about the event.”

“Ask away,” Katsuki tips his head, “anything you want to know princess.”

Katsuki picked you up at your apartment to drive you to the club. You couldn’t sit still, playing with your phone, then the seatbelt, finally you start to mess with the a/c. His large hand stills you. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

“And if it’s not okay?” Your default is worry and tonight you are thinking of everything that could definitely go wrong.

“What are you afraid of?” A bark of laughter escapes your mouth. He peers at you. “What does that mean?” His voice slightly gruff.

“Everything! Everything is gonna go wrong,” you hug yourself.

“Did you stretch out your muscles, eat light and hydrate?”

“I did.”

“Were you able to read the articles I sent to you?”

You nod, “mmm hmm.”

“What are you afraid of then? If you’re prepared, you’ll be fine.” He pats your knee and smiles cockily, “besides you have me, and I’m the best.”

“You are?” Your voice is small.

“I sure the fuck am princess,” he boasts, “tell me what’s got you worried?”

“Well,” you lean your head back looking up. “It might hurt, people will be looking at me, you’ll do other stuff to me and I’ll be tied up,” you start dumping out all your fears. “What if I mess up or even worse,” your voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “What if I pee or something because I’m freaking scared out of my mind!” Your body begins to shake.

“First, all of that can happen.”

Slapping your forehead, you sink into the car seat. “Not much of a pep talker are you Katsuki?”

“I don’t lie (y/n), this isn’t fucking easy,” he turns the car into a large lot that surrounds a big black building. Parking the car he turns in his seat, his hand stroking your cheek. “You need to let go and trust me princess.”

You look into those amazing eyes, you can feel your heart speed up, your arguments die on your lips, “I’ll try,” you croak out.

“If you do, I know you’ll want to do this again.”

Nodding slowly, you cast a worried look his way, “someone really peed on stage?”

He chuckles softly, “there’s no judgment in this world (y/n). But the scene tonight is going to be shorter than usual, so I’ll be doing most of my rope tying off stage, just the two of us, with access to a bathroom,” he smiles. “Then we’ll go on stage, but only for about twenty minutes, depending on how you’re doing.” You nod again, eyes owl wide. “Everything is about you tonight princess, I won’t do one thing that doesn’t involve you once we start.”

“What if you have to go to the bathroom?” you quip sarcastically.

“Then I guess I’ll pee my pants.” You cast him a long look to see if he’s joking, but his face is set, his eyes not wavering. You swallow hard.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “let's go in.”

Sitting in a personal room, you wait on the couch fidgeting with a water bottle. You decided to stop drinking, but you cling to it anyway. The door opens and you lurch to your feet, Katsuki steps through rolling a bag behind him.

“Okay, we’re set, we just need to go over a few things and then we can start.”

“Oh shit,” you breathe out, “I have to pee.”

“That’s what I love about you princess.” Laughing he points to a door in the corner, “this room has its own bathroom.” You dash inside and close the door. Coming back out, your heart is pounding so hard, you think you might be close to having an anxiety attack. Moving slowly you eye the large bag.

“What’s that?”

“My stuff, didn’t Eijiro have a travel bag?”

You shrug, “we didn’t do much away, just when I was at his place and he doesn’t use too much equipment.” You sit down blushing, “mainly his hands, spanking stuff like that.” Sliding on the couch, Katsuki closes the gap between you, leaning into your body.

“Did you fill out the checklist for me?”

“Yeah,” you hand him the sheet you’d tucked in your pocket. Unfolding the paper he reads it slowly.

“This is good,” he nods, “did you do this by yourself?” he stares at you.

“I did.”

Scanning the paper he begins to read. “Thighs, butt, arms, calves and back are all okay for touch and impact play.”

“Yes,” your heart is beating even wilder thinking about what he would do to you in all of those places. “When do we go on?” your tongue is thick in your mouth but you don’t dare drink water now.

“We have time, I requested the first slot, so the audience will be lighter than usual as most everyone shows up late. That door there,” he points to a dark green door on the opposite side of the room, “is the stage. Once I have you mostly tied up, we’ll go straight out. I’ll finish the remaining ties on stage and complete the scene. After we’re done, I’ll take you to another room, untie you and we’ll relax together.”

“Fuck,” it just slips out. His arm loops over your shoulder.

“Let’s finish this before you pass out.” He smiles as you choke out a laugh, elbowing him. He grunts playfully, touching your cheek, his eyes soft, “it’s gonna be good (y/n), if not,” he looks down for a moment.

“If not, you owe me a week’s vacation at that fancy spa up north,” you chide him jokingly.

“Deal.”

“What?”

“If you don’t like what happens today, I promise I will take you on a week's vacation to the spa of your choice,” he lowers his head against your ear brushing it lightly with his finger, “just the two of us.” The heat of his breath mixes with the fear coursing through your body, you inhale sharply.

Picking the list back up, he continues to read. “Hard limit is being naked in front of the crowd, no punctures or knife play and no intercourse on stage,” he turns the paper over, “is that it?”

“Um, that seemed like a lot.”

“Not really, pretty standard. What about my quirk?” He pops a spark off from his hands,

Your eyes go wide watching his hand light up, you always had a thing for fire. “Explosion play is acceptable,” you whisper. He grunts softly. Turning, you look up into his face, “what about you?”

“Me?”

“What are your hard limits?”

A grin splits his face, he smooths your hair back, “do you know, you're the first sub to ever ask that question?”

“Is that good?”

“I think so,” he kisses your cheek leaving his face so close, you can feel the stubble on his chin. “I agree, no puncturing, no knife play or sex on stage, sensual touching at the most. I won’t hit your face and I don’t do breath control on stage, not my style.”

“Oh, good,” you swallow again, “I should put those on my list too.”

“Since this is your first time with ropes, I won’t hang you or secure any of your limbs together.”

“Hang me?”

“Suspension work, that can come later.”

“Later?” You squeak back, suddenly you burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You cover your mouth, trying to see his eyes but he’s so close you can only see his full lips, anticipation begins pooling in your groin, you can already feel the aching tension building up behind your clit.

“It does sound strange but if you like tonight-”

“If I don’t, I get a week at the spa,” you interrupt him, hugging your knees trying to create distance so you can breathe.

“Right,” pulling you back into him, his mouth brushes your cheek lightly. His warmth is dazzling. “If you do and I hope you will, it really opens up so much that we can do together.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with him, you feel silly. He probably has a hundred subs lined up to work with him, but the way Katsuki is looking at you, you feel like you’re the only one. You smile slyly. “I’m torn, a week at the spa or,” you look into his fiery eyes, a cocky grin cuts across his face.

“I know you’ll like it, princess, remember I’m the fucking best.”

You laugh unconsciously, biting your lip. “Did you see my safety words?” You change the conversation, “I like the color system.”

“Green, yellow, red?”

“Yeah, I’ve only used red a couple of times, usually when I said yellow, Eijiro would back down pretty fast.” He nods, folding the paper and slides it into his pocket.

Leaning back over, he cups your chin studying your face. “Last question, (y/n). What do you want to get out of tonight?”

Blinking you pause, “what do you mean?”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki lays his other hand on your thigh gently rubbing.

Thinking for a moment, you can still see that scene from your first time in the club. Your body quivers every time you think of that woman. “When I met Eijiro, that night, there was a woman on stage. The man was whipping her, she was blindfolded and restrained.” You lay your hand on his, shaking slightly, “the man was connected to her, I could see that, and the woman had completely given herself over to him,” you tip your head. “I mean completely, to the point that he could have done anything to her, but he didn’t.”

“How’d you feel seeing that?” He runs his hand over your thigh.

Blushing a deep red, you peek at him, “when I think about it, I get really turned on, more than anything I’ve ever experienced.” Blonde brows rise, you can see the approval in his eyes. Happiness wells up inside you.

“Even your sessions with Eijiro?”

Leaning back you look up, “he was different, he was more about mental dominance, spanking, some restraints, brat play, stuff like that.”

“What kind of restraints?”

“Well when we were first together, he’d fallen asleep and I decided to go for a walk, just stretch my legs, but I didn’t tell him I was leaving. When I got back,” you chuckle now at the memory, “he leashed me to his bed for an entire day as punishment, with food of course.”

“That’s all?”

“Oh no, he tied me up on other occasions too.”

“No, I meant your punishment, he only leashed you to the bed?”

“Yes?” Hesitation lacing your voice.

A smile tugged at Katsuki’s lips as he clicked his tongue. “I’m gonna tell you (y/n), I’m not soft like him, I would have exacted a much tougher punishment on you.” Stroking your leg, he squeezes your muscle hard as emphasis. “As you may have guessed already, I like impact play. To see your gorgeous skin with my marks makes me.” Katsuki’s fingers are now trailing up your thigh, “very happy.”

Shuddering in response, your stomach flips as chills spread out over your leg, you hold his hand. “How many marks?”

“Nothing more than you can handle.”

“Um, okay,” you look down, what would it feel like to have this hand hit you?

“But I also love watching it heal, seeing the bruises and welts fade, watching your skin glow with health, I’m torn between which is more beautiful.”

“What do you use to hit with?” You think of the whips you saw that night, peering around him at the case. “Can I see what you have in there?” You point to the large travel bag. Turning he pulls it between his legs, you watch as he pauses with his hand on the zipper.

“No, I think we’ll wait on that.”

Fear slices through your body, “I thought we’re supposed to negotiate everything?”

“We did, you told me what you are willing to allow, now it’s up to me to give you what you want.”

The sense of dread and sexual tension expands from your chest to your groin, your blood pounding mercilessly. “You know what I want?” Your voice registers surprise, you barely understand what you want.

“I think I do (y/n).” Picking up a small gift bag, Katsuki hands it to you.

“What’s this?”

“A present, I think this will be nice for you to wear tonight, sexy but not overly exposing.”

“Th-thank you, I did wear something.” You look down inside your shirt.

“Take a look and you decide which one you’d rather wear, I’m happy either way.”

Opening the bag, you gasp as you pull out the most exquisite lingerie set you’ve ever seen. The sheer bra, garter and panties were embroidered with small flowers in purples, yellows, and reds. The sheer thigh highs have a fishnet pattern barely visible. “This is so beautiful,” holding it up as you look at him. “But don’t women wear black leather, chains and bustiers for these things?”

“Some do,” his body still so close as he touches the light fabric. “Tonight is about you, remember? You wear what you want to wear.”

Clutching the gorgeous lingerie, you smile. “I like this, it’s classy.”

“That’s what I thought when I saw it, exactly something you would wear, sexy but still leaving something to the imagination.”

Laughing, you nod, “that’s me.”

“Why don’t you go put it on and see if it fits, I’m pretty good with size, but I had to guess.”

“You could’ve asked Eijiro.”

“I could’ve.”

“Right,” you nod, “understand.” Clearly Katsuki was not interested in mixing him between the two of you. After lunch the other day, it was clear that they were not on the same page. Jumping up, you head to the bathroom to change. “I’ll be out in a moment.”

Standing in front of the mirror, you can barely believe how well everything fits your body. You aren’t sure if you’re impressed or jealous that he’d sized you so well. You could tell that it was very expensive, the fabric looked fragile but it was actually quite durable. The small flowers were cleverly placed to cover your nipples. Turning around you bend over looking between your legs in the mirror. This was where you wanted to have the most coverage, in case he bent you over in front of the crowd. A tremor ripples through your body at that thought. Taking a calming breath, you reach through your legs and adjust the fabric, covering your entire pussy. You stand again, looking over your shoulder to see the high cut over your butt. He had chosen very well. “Okay, here we go,” you grab the handle, opening the door, he’s waiting, eyes roaming over your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” Katsuki walks around you, running his finger along the straps, your nipples flare against the soft fabric.

“Do you feel sexy princess?” His eyes staring at your taut nipples.

“I - I do,” you know your cheeks are flaming red.

“Good.”

You notice he’s changed as well. He’s now wearing black dress pants, a blood red long sleeve shirt with the cuffs turned up past his wrists, a dark black vest and tie. “You look really nice too.”

“Do I?” He smiles as he adjusts the tie. “I don’t usually wear suits, but I figured since you’re all dressed up.”

You laugh reaching up, you feel the soft fabric of his vest, “thank you.” He looks extremely sexy and powerful. You trace his tie with your fingers, realizing he would yield this power over you tonight. This time instead of fear, you feel a rush of excitement.

“Are you ready to start?”

“Sure,” you take a deep breath, “I think we’ve covered everything.” The excitement radiates further, you look down to hide the telltale flush on your cheeks.

“One last thing.”

You look up, “what?”

“My name and yours, to get into the right headspace,” he taps his finger on your forehead, “I find it helps to use different names.”

“Oh, right, I called Eijiro, Sir.”

“Since we’ve got nothing formal between us, I’ll call you bunny from this point forward, since you’re my rope bunny tonight.” You giggle softly.

“I like that.”

He cocks a brow, “what would you like to call me? I think you should choose since tonight is about you.”

“Master,” the name rolls off your tongue immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, not sure why you’d blurted that out.

“Master?” Red eyes flare for a moment, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “My bunny may call me Master.”

“Really?” You rush out, “I love that name, are you sure?”

“Just remember bunny, you chose the name, not me.”

“Right, I did."

“Tonight, you will call me Master until I give you the command to call me by my name, understand?”

You nod, “I do.”

Katsuki stares at you with those molten red eyes, he crosses his arms, clearly waiting. You look around the small room wondering what he wants. “Um, should I stand somewhere?”

Not moving, he clicks his tongue. Finally, he picks up a small leather crop. “I’ll give this one to you for free, bunny, how do you address me?”

“Master?” Giant goosebumps flare painfully across your skin as your brain feels the familiar rush of endorphins at the thought of him now as your Master. Your knees go weak.

“Correct, and when I asked if you understood, what should you say?” Your eyes grow wide in understanding.

“I do, Master.”

“Good bunny,” he taps your thigh with the crop. “Stand at attention.”

Immediately you strike the pose that you had learned from your time with Eijiro. Walking around you slowly, he moves your hands forward, pushes your chin up slightly, you can hear him mumbling as he makes minor adjustments to your body. “Perfect,” he decides, stepping back, appraising you. Finally he bends down picking something up, tilting your neck, you notice several looped ropes lying on the ground. Glancing over his shoulder at you, the hand holding the crop moves suddenly. A sharp smack on your thigh stuns you, pain tingling across your skin.

“Is that how you stand at attention?”

“No Master,” you turn your head, staring straight forward. Your heart slamming painfully in your chest. Now you know. He’s very different from Eijiro.

As he uncoils the first rope, he moves in your line of sight, you hold your pose.

“May I touch you?”

“What?” You’re confused, his brows raise as the crop lands on your thigh again. You gasp loudly. “What, Master?” You correct yourself.

“The hard limits you set earlier gave me the places I can touch you while on stage.” He reaches out, running his finger over your bottom lip, “here in private, may I touch you anywhere?”

You stare at his beautiful eyes, still blazing, the deep ache for his touch is almost painful. “Anywhere?” you breathe out softly. The sting on your thigh and the click of his tongue blend together. “Anywhere? Master,” you cry out, your skin feeling the fire of the crop.

His finger is still gently running over your lip, Katsuki steps close, his body heat warming your skin. “When tonight is over bunny, I’m hoping that you’ll consider me as more than a friend.” His face inches from yours, he gives you a soft kiss, “because I want you.” Pulling back he waits for you, watching as you try to decide.

You reel from his words, “me Master?” Any fear that lingers now evaporates as desire whips through your body. “I want you too Master,” you're not hesitating any more, “and you may touch me wherever you wish.” Smiling that amazingly beautiful smile, he pulls your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

“I promise you bunny, you won’t regret saying yes.”

You want to laugh, but you bite your lip, he’s still holding the leather crop and you aren’t sure what he’ll find appropriate. Your mind is careening wildly between complete elation from what he said and worry that you’ll earn another stripe from his quick hand.

“Now stand still so I can begin tying you up.” Uncoiling the rope, he tests the length. “Once I get your chest tied, we’ll finish the rest on stage.” Cupping your chin, he holds your gaze, “remember, tell me if something is tight or feels uncomfortable so I can make adjustments, don’t try to help me and,” he smiles wickedly, “don’t hold back bunny, make all the noises you want.”

“Yes Master,” your head starts to feel light as he begins to wrap the rope around your body. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, you’d never seen rope tying. The articles he’d sent you were how to be a good rope bunny but all of the pictures just looked painful and unsatisfying. You worry that you won’t be turned on by the ropes, would he still want you? Blowing out a long breath, you need to know, “Master?”

“Yes bunny?” He slides the rope around your body, his fingers gently moving along your skin, you inhale sharply as he makes his first tie, it’s enticingly erotic to feel the rope pull so gently over your skin. “Nothing like the first tie, is there?” Katsuki murmurs quietly, watching you intently.

“Ah, no,” you shudder, his fingers are caressing your skin as he pulls the rope taut, his other hand gliding along the rope checking to make sure it’s not twisted. He begins to pull it around and down over your shoulders. His fingers slow as he guides the rope between your breasts, wrapping it back around, his arms hold you firmly, you can feel his hands moving behind you as he finishes his second tie.

“Second tie is nice too,” his warm breath grazes your neck. His hands tug the rope tight.

This time the rope squeezes along the tender skin of your chest. You let out a deep moan as your nipples grow even harder pushing through the gauzy fabric of your bra. His fingers are now moving over his second tie, you can feel them following the rope over your shoulders, heading down to your breasts, you groan again as they get close, a flush of desire making your head swim.

“You like that?”

“I do,” you admit as an almost unbearable throbbing teases your clit, the need for release becoming desperate. The sharp slap on your thigh snaps you back, “what?” You look at him. The crop lands again. “Master!” You scramble to remember your command. “I do, Master,” you feel the heat on your thigh, your nerves twitch from the sting.

Staring down at your leg, he touches the growing red welt bright on your skin, warm from the rush of blood. “Do you see my mark?”

“No, Master, I can’t look, if I do I’ll break my pose.”

“Smart bunny,” he chuckles as he moves back to the rope, clipping his leather crop back to his belt. Running his fingers along the rope, he checks your skin as he moves to your breasts, he pauses at your hard nipples bursting through the bra. “You have gorgeous nipples, bunny.”

“Thank you Master,” you blush hoping he will do more than look.

Grabbing another rope, he pushes your arms upwards and begins to bind your breasts, winding down and around, letting his fingers brush your hard nipples with every movement, your groans letting him know that you are feeling every touch. “Do you like that?” Pulling the rope taut, your chest bunches up under the constraints. His eyes take in his work. “That is the most perfect pair of tied breasts I have ever seen.” He smiles, letting his fingers wander over your soft mounds now spilling from the bra.

The feeling of the rope around your back, neck, and shoulders is amazing, consistent, but not painful. The tightness is almost comforting, like a bandage that’s a little too tight around a cut. But the rope around your breasts awakens something deep inside you as the throbbing ache expands from your clit to your pussy, you move your hips desperate for pressure. “Master,” you whisper. You wonder if he’ll let you touch yourself.

“Yes?” He uncoils another rope, still facing you, adjusting your arms behind your back, his vest brushing firmly against your bound breasts and nipples.

You moan louder now feeling as wetness pool between your legs. The rope winds around your arms and waist, his fingers moving deftly over you, touching firmly but gently as he ties another knot. Tugging the rope he pulls your arms securely behind your back. You realize you can’t touch yourself anymore, the beating pulse in your clit can’t be released by anyone but him.

“Yes?” His voice is more stern.

You can’t reply, the need for release gripping you so hard, you wonder if you can cum without anyone touching you. There's a sharp slap on your thigh, a quick burning stab of pain.

“I’ve answered you twice,” Katsuki lifts your chin with his hand, he can see your pupils are dilated, dark with desire. Smiling he caresses your cheek and kisses you, letting his lips dance over your soft mouth.

You push into him, like a divining rod the kiss leaps directly to the expanding ball of pressure on your clit, your muscles contract as you push closer to orgasm. “Yes,” you breath out, closing your eyes as his lips move softly across your jaw. Another sharp slap pulls a cry from your lips, as your irritated skin is jarred by another blow. “What? Master?” You try to push out the right words.

Reaching down between your legs, Katsuki feels your wetness, your legs clamp down on his hand. Another slap on your thigh as the marks begin to cross one another. You jerk your thighs open, letting him go.

“You’re such a wet bunny, I think you might like my ropes,” his voice is husky as his hand stays pressed on the thin fabric of your underwear.

You wait for his fingers to move and pull out the cascading ache in you. “Master please, I’m so close.” His other hand moves around behind you, pulling the rope tight, your bent arms nestle snugly into your back.

“Not yet, bunny.” His hand moves away, you hiss at the loss of pressure.

“Just wanna cum,” you whine under your breath almost inaudibly. Another slap sends pain lacing along the skin of your hip this time. He wraps his arms around you, holding you while you take a shaky breath.

Katsuki chuckles, he kisses you again, his tongue gently tracing your lip.

The tenderness of the kiss melts you, your body going almost limp as he sucks on your lips, tongue exploring your mouth. Your mind starts to disconnect as another wave of endorphins hits your brain. The pain on your thigh and hip feels softer now, not as intense. “Master,” you chase his lips as he pulls from the kiss.

“You're an amazing bunny,” he slides his hands over the intricate ropes. “Look at you,” turning you to the floor to ceiling mirror, you can see your entire torso is now covered in beautiful ties and rope designs. Katsuki steps back to admire your body. “I’d like to get a picture of you.” He reaches in his bag, lifting his phone.

“O-Okay.”

Snapping a photo of you, he wraps his arms around you from behind, showing you the picture he’s taken. “This is only for me.”

You almost laugh, wrapped in his arms, tied by his ropes, he could’ve told you he was sending the picture to everyone in your company and you still would’ve said yes, the desperate need for release clutching at every thought in your head. “Master,” you look up your eyes wide, begging, “please, will you touch me?”

His face transforms into a smile, fiery eyes glowing with his hunger for you. Katsuki kisses your neck inhaling your scent, he grunts. The desire to take you at that moment is overwhelming. Closing his eyes, he nips at your skin, he wants to go slow, “You asked so beautifully so I will bunny.”

Relief washes over you, as your hips buck forward. “Thank you, Master.”

“Not now though.” Picking up a small bag, he guides you to the door, his chest pressed firmly against you, one arm swung around your hip. “It’s time to go on stage.”

Your head spins as you stare at the door, coming around in front of you he thumbs your cheek. “Now bunny,” he thins his lips, “it’s time to turn up the intensity, you’ve had two endorphin rushes, I’ve been counting, one more and you should get close to subspace.”

Shuddering visibly, you crave that feeling, the complete surrender that seeps into every crevice of your being, until you’re just floating. “I want-” His mouth descends, capturing you in a deep kiss, his hands moving over your body. The kiss drags you further under. You lean into his warmth. His fingers are moving deliberately, you realize he is pulling at the knots. The comforting squeeze around your body changes instantly, the ropes tighten harshly, digging into your flesh. At the same time the sting of his crop flares across your right butt cheek. Pulling from the kiss you cry out, “please!”

“Bunny,” his hand digs into your hair pulling your head back and kissing you. You’re reeling from the two different sides of him at once. “How do you address me?” Another slice of pain as the crop lands again.

“Master,” you whimper under his assault.

Squeezing his fist, your scalp tingles at the pressure. The desperate tightness around your breasts is painfully arousing. The crop lands again on your ass, several fast blows. Your mouth falls open, your eyes round, as the pain shoots through your body. Course chills grate your flesh, your lungs catch up to the pain and a guttural cry escapes your throat.

“That was beautiful,” Katsuki kisses your neck, moving up to your ear, “only a few more seconds,” he whispers encouragingly. “You’re doing so good, such an amazing bunny. No one even comes close to you, stay with me and it’ll all be worth it.” He continues landing blows steadily on the same spot. Grabbing your face with his fingers, his gaze pierces through your haze. “Count bunny, count to five and it stops.”

“One! Two! Three!” You yell as you close your eyes, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth. The pain is beyond anything you’ve experienced before.

“Bunny.”

“Sorry Master,” you sob. “Four! Five!” Like magic, the pain stops and the ropes go slack. Chest heaving, you look up into his face, he’s smiling.

“Good girl.”

You laugh harshly, licking your lips. A buzzing fills your head as another wave of endorphins overtakes your mind. You stumble forward, losing control of your body, you sink into his arms. Everything is hazy, a foggy dream wraps around your brain. Looking up at him in that moment you want to cry at the intensity of emotions running through you. He is your Master, your reason for being, a prickling flush of heat spreads across your skin. You want to touch him, to run your hands through his blonde spikes but your hands won’t move. “Master,” you're transfixed by the approving expression on his face.

“Yes bunny?”

You try to say everything at once but nothing comes out. He tugs on his main knot, there is a feeling of pure bliss as his ropes bind you tighter, you lean your cheek into his chest, “am I really a good rope bunny?”

Chuckling he cradles you for a moment. “The best bunny I could ever want.” Opening the door, he gently strokes your cheek, “it’s time.”

In that moment you could not be happier. Your mind is only focused on his words, which you echo, “I’m the best rope bunny.” He is moving around you, setting up your body as you drift hazily in and out. Whispers of praise in your ears fill your already bursting flood of joy. More ropes are added around your hips and waist, snaking in loops painfully across your skin, you only sigh, the torment pushes you further into the growing bliss. Everything tightens digging deep, you gasp and smile as he leans into you, his hand rubbing your inflamed back.

“Anything especially uncomfortable?” His eyes are focused solely on you.

Trying to feel the the ropes around your body, you shake your head, “no Master.”

“You ready again bunny?”

You furrow your brow trying to understand him. “For what Master?” He clicks his tongue, stroking your bound arms. The sharp slap of the crop barely registers.

“It's time, bunny, to completely surrender.” The ropes tighten, searing your skin as his fingers move across the knots. Again the crop lands on your back but the pain is distant.

“Master,” it’s the only word you can utter. Looking sideways you see the edge of the crowd.

Katsuki pops a soft blow on your lower back. “Only me bunny, don’t look there.”

“Yes Master,” you cast another quick glance back, your mind is fuzzy but standing in the back, you think you see him, Eijiro? You hear a fierce growl.

The crop lands again with an intensity that rips you back to him, gripping your face he forces your eyes on him. “Almost time to count bunny,” lifting the crop he begins to land more blows across your back.

“Master?” You whimper, the new sensations breaking through your haze. You’re almost ready to yell your safety word when his lips are near your neck again, breath tickling your ear. “Count to five bunny and give yourself to me.”

A warm arm is under your cheek, you move feeling the smooth skin. Something amazingly soft is touching your entire body, slowly waking you look to see what is so luxurious, a light gray fur blanket is wrapped around your body, tickling your chin.

“Don’t move,” Katsuki sees your eyes opening. He pulls you tighter against his body.

Freezing you try to remember where you are, you move to adjust your body, pain radiates from your skin. “Ow!”

“I told you not to move (y/n),” he scolds you gently. His hands brushing your face. “The ropes are off and I put medicine on your body but I couldn’t give you anything for the pain until you woke up.”

Moving your head to see him, you yelp, his face is directly in front of yours. Laughing, you almost start crying as a shuddering wave of nervousness releases through you. “You’re so close,” you push back but his arms hold you still.

“You don’t like following orders do you?” Katsuki nips your ear, “don’t move (y/n).”

“Sorry,” you nod. You lay quietly in his arms. He’s right, the stinging pain ebbs as you let your bodies settle into each other. His hand strokes your hair lightly. “Thank you Master.” You murmur, you hear him sigh.

“You may call me Katsuki.”

“Oh,” your voice is laced with as much disappointment as his. “Katsuki,” you whisper. Taking a deep breath you smell the light scent of candles burning. “Where are we?”

“Mmm, another private room. We can stay here as long as you need.”

Glancing around you see it’s a beautiful room, decorated in an older style of traditional Japanese decor. “It’s beautiful,” a small fountain trickles as koto music plays softly. “None of the other people will need this room?” You don’t want to leave such a serene and gorgeous place.

“This is my own private space, no one will bother us here.”

You blink while taking in the gorgeous room, “your own room?” How many women have laid here with him? A burning heat flushes your cheeks, you try to turn your head to hide. His finger slips under your chin, he clicks his tongue.

“It’s not like that (y/n), I’m a Pro-Hero, the highest level of discretion is needed for me. I’m not the only one with a room.” He stares into your wide eyes. “Since this is my home club they offer it to me,” he smiles, “ it gives them a powerful draw for members.”

“Oh okay,” the image of other subs still lingers in your mind.

“Stop,” he pinches your chin lightly. “You’re dropping right now, emotions are chaotic for you. I’m a Dom, as you are a Sub. I do work with other women but,” his voice trails off.

“But?” You raise your brows, you tip your head. He sucks in a big breath as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll get you some medicine.” He begins to pull away. Clutching at his wide shoulders, you grimace at the pain slicing over your skin as you stop him.

“No, you can’t leave,” your heart hammers at your boldness but you’re sure you’ll fall apart without him holding you. “Stay here with me, please.”

Blonde eyebrows shoot up as he laughs softly. “My amazing princess, I’m not sure which I like more.”

“Which?” You furrow your brow, “what do you mean?”

“The fiery princess in my arms now or the completely surrendered bunny earlier.” He shakes his head, what was it about you that had such a powerful effect on him? “But I need to get up and get something for you. What happens when you’re complaining later? You need to take something princess.”

“Katsuki,” you whine, peeking through your lashes. “I’m the one dropping, please stay here, this is so nice.”

Sighing he squints at you sternly, his expression melting into a teasing smile, “you rule the drop princess, so, I guess I’m all yours.”

“Yes,” you glare back playfully, “you’re mine,” your voice trips, “no one else’s.”

“Mmmm” he hums, laying his face on yours, “whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

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