He tried to stifle a rising sob and the effort sent pain shooting from his abused bottom. Unfortunately, those thoughts stirred memories of the wicked things the man had done to him in this very bed and in the huge tub in the bathroom afterward, and somehow this made him even harder. Akihito turned his face away, his mind screaming that Asami was the one who was insatiable and evil and perverted. “You’re insatiable,” the yakuza whispered and leaned down to kiss him. Asami’s eyes followed his and the photographer could feel as well as hear his chuckle. Perhaps it was a spontaneous reaction to having a warm body so close to him, or perhaps it was the residual effect of the aphrodisiac Asami had used on him earlier-but he was unmistakably, undeniably aroused. But even worse than the obscene ensemble was the fact that he was sporting the beginning of a boner. As if the sheerness of the fabric wasn’t enough, the dainty top sported cutouts where a woman’s breasts would be and the panties were crotchless. He was wearing some sort of lingerie top made from snowy white lace, matching panties and a pair of lace-covered handcuffs around his wrists. Tearing his eyes away from the mesmerizing golden orbs, he looked down his own body and gasped. After what seemed like an eternity, something cool touched his lips and his eyes jerked open to find Asami’s face a few inches from his, their lips separated only by a plump, bright red strawberry. He continued to feign sleep even though his senses were abuzz and he was almost trembling with anticipation. The photographer swallowed hurriedly and squeezed his eyes shut as the man turned and lowered his bathrobe-clad body on the edge of the bed. Turning his head toward the source of the noise, he saw Asami put two champagne flutes on the bedside table, his other hand holding a large plate filled with colorful little pastries, chocolate truffles and fresh strawberries. All recognizable characters belong to their creator.Īkihito woke to the sound of clinking glass. Summary: Impoverished young photographer Takaba Akihito goes to a ball and meets his prince.ĭisclaimer: I don't own VF or the Cinderella story. HollerinThanks, n_hara, for reminding me to post this chapter, originally published on Yamane Ayano community last year.

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