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You knock on the door frame exactly three times, the tray with two teacups and a teapot with expensive tea secure in your grip.
“Ah, that should be the tea. Come in!”
You pull the door open and bow. From the corner of your eyes you spy an older Inazuman sitting opposite of your master. You can feel the guests eyes on you the whole time you serve the tea and even after you rise, take the tray and excuse yourself, you can still feel him tracing what little shape of your body he can make out under your clothing.
You can't say anything, uncomfortable squirming in place. You're not allowed to leave the room until the Master dismisses you. And said person seems to be keen on keeping you close, waving you over. You walk back to him and he motions for you to sit behind him.
Then he turns back to his guest and flashes his best fake smile.
“I really do not like how you are looking at my servant right now. I would kindly ask you to not make my employees uncomfortable.”
Your head lowers in shame. Sure, you are grateful that the head of the clan stepped up for you. But it should not be as obvious that you are uncomfortable. And you can tell from the square in his shoulders and the tension in his body that you will get reprimanded for it later on.
Ayato does not release you for the entire rest of the meeting. He does keep you out of sight of the guest unless you are to refill the tea. You try not to listen in on their conversation too much as you are not usually privy to that kind of information.
The meeting goes for a good few hours and by the time the guest gets up to leave, you are a bundle of nerves, having talked yourself into a frenzy the entire time. Your imagination just ran wild, imagining all the different ways the master could punish you and it got progressively worse.
Therefore you nearly jump out of your skin when said master places a hand on your shoulder, an indignant squeak leaving your throat.
“Are you alright?”
With all your thoughts, never could you have anticipated that Ayato would be worried. So, you can only gape at him for a few seconds, before nodding and lowering your head in shame again. His hand still on your shoulder, Ayato calls for another servant and orders them to clean up.
Instead of letting you go about your business, your actual job, he pulls you along. The unspoken question of “What did you do?” from the other servants face makes you wince. How are you ever going to tell anyone that you were simply uncomfortable with someone openly staring at you in a way that made you feel naked despite the layers of fabric covering your body?
Ayato keeps walking at a brisk pace, not too fast for you to keep up with him, but fast enough for nobody to question his and by extension your destination. The first room he leads you to is the kitchen. A cold pot of tea and a plate of food is still standing on the talble in the middle of the room, your supper you left untouched since Ayato had you stay in on the meeting.
He quite literally shoves you onto a stool near the plate, pushes the plate over and busies himself with making another cup of tea. One of the servants bustling about the kitchen notices this and immediately rushes to take over the task but Ayato simply waves them off.
“I kept ___ from eating anything. So, I see it as my duty to make up for that oversight on my part.”
You're still gaping, barely even realizing that all the other servants close by are staring at you and Ayato back and forth. It's not until he turns around and motions to the plate that you realize you should be eating.
But it still feels too much like a dream that, instead of punishing you as you expected, he is there caring for you and not letting anyone else do it out of... a sense of duty? You begin to eat, slowly and your stomach does thank you for it. Loudly. In fact, it's loud enough that everyone close enough can hear it and your face heats up as some people start staring at you.
You steal a glance to your master. If he heard it, he diligently ignores it, instead pushing the cup of now heated tea over to you with a smile. You receive it and he remains on a stool opposite of you, watching like a hawk over your meal. He makes sure that you really do eat everything.
Part of you wants to drag this out to extend the time until the punishment as long as possible. The other half wants to scarf the food down and just get the whole punishment-thing over with so you can return to your duties and nobody can berate you for not doing your job.
What happens is that eat at a moderate and civil pace, pausing ever so often to take a sip of the tea. Funnily enough, it tastes like it was just brewed even though Ayato simply heated it up again.
Once you're done with your meal and rise to clean the used plate and teacup, Ayatos gaze follows your every step as subtly as possible. He chats away with some of the servants but you can see that he makes sure to keep you in his field of view.
Why is entirely beyond you, your brain already launching head first into thoughts like “He's trying to make sure you don't run away and hide from the punishment”and anxiety rises like bile in your throat. Might as well be actual bile, given that you just ate.
As soon as you're done cleaning, Ayato rises from his stool and waves at you again. You follow, head hanging low and you're pretty sure if you had ears like Lady Miko of the Grand Narukami Shrine, they would be drooping impossibly low right now.
As soon as you are out of sight of most of the servants bustling around the kitchen, Ayato grabs your hand again and sets the same brisk pace as before. You try to recognize the way and belatedly realize that he is leading you towards his private chambers.
You have half a mind to dig your heels into the tatami mats under your feet, but something keeps you from doing it. Perhaps the curiosity in the back of your head that's wondering just why in Teyvat he would lead you to his private chambers.
What fuels both your curiosity and anxiety at the same time is the fact that the closer you get to his private chambers, the less servants are around until you can neither see nor hear anyone anymore. It is perfectly normal, the clan head's private chambers are only used during the night and servants only enter them early in the morning to help the master get ready and change the sheets.
After that, the rooms are largely left alone, except for when Thoma gets one of his cleaning sprees and decides to deep-clean the entire estate. Which is impossible for the day as he is out and about. So, nobody will be within earshot until the lady returns to her chambers for the night.
But instead of fear settling in, you feel largely numb, strangely enough.
Ayato slows down considerably and you don't have to focus on keeping up with him anymore. He keeps quiet however, his ever-present mysterious smile plastered across his face. You dare not sneak a peek at his face proper.
You already angered him by letting show how uncomfortable you were around an esteemed guest, no matter how much they were staring at you. Granted, usually you are indeed a little more professional.
He opens a door to your left and walks in, pulling you along. As soon as you step into the room fully, he slides the door closed behind you and lets go of your hand. You remain stiff as a board right by the door and wait for what he has planned out for you.
Still, no punishment. Ayato takes two steps away from you and turns around, scanning you over. He looks as if deep in thought and you keep your eyes glued to a point somewhere to the right of his head.
“Are you sure you are alright? You seem very stiff and uncomfortable still.”
You flinch a little at his words.
You bow to him and reply: “Yes, sir. I am fine.”
Yet again, his hand lands on your shoulder with a reassuring squeeze and when you do peek through your lashes and bangs up at him, he has a smile on his face. Not the placating one he usually wears for guests and people he does not like interacting with, but a genuine one.
“I am truly glad to hear that. Your clothing does not seem out of place either... I was worried that our guest had seen something out of place in your garments, but that does not seem to be the case. I wonder why he was staring at you so much then...”, he drifts off and you feel your ears burn.
“By chance, do you know him from somewhere?”
You shake your head no. Ayato gives a non-committal 'Hm', lets go of your shoulder and moves to the desk in the back of the room. It feels as if your feet have grown roots in the spot you stand, not moving one inch.
You observe as the master goes through some papers – letters, judging by the folds in them – and mumbles over something. You can't hear him since he is literally all the way across the room and you don't attempt to either. Whatever it was, if he wants you to hear it, he will either speak louder or call you over.
Which is exactly what happens not even five seconds after you finish your thought. You obediently walk over to him and when he motions for you to sit, you follow and lower yourself next to him. As soon as you are seated, he shows you one of the letter he was reading over.
You look at him quizzically until he prompts you to read it. The handwriting is kind of sloppy and messy, there are some ink drops spattered around the page and some words are nearly indecipherable.
The letter basically requests a meeting with the head of the Kamisato clan about an event planned by a group of inazuman merchants to promote some new wares. Strangely enough, in the P.S. Your name shows up, a 'special request' to have you join.
“This is the letter of that merchant from earlier. I was a little confused when I read your name in here”, Ayato chooses his words carefully and you are pretty sure he wasn't just 'confused'.
You read over the letter again and the only thing that really stands out to you is your name. You can't remember having heard the name of the merchant anywhere before and none of the other names he mentions sound familiar either.
“My apologies, milord, but I truly do not recognize any of these merchant's names”, you shake your head.
“Hm, well. I'm sure we can find what this was about in due time. For now, I do not think you have any need to worry”, he makes a brief pause, as if in thought, before continuing; “But the thought of letting you out of my sight just yet does not sit well with me. Would you mind staying by my side for a few days?”
Your cheeks are heating up again and you whisper: “I don't mind, milord.”
He looks very pleased and you expect him to get up and go about his day. Instead, he remains seated and sighs. After a few moments of terse silence, he rises and motions you to follow him again. You scramble to get up from the floor and trail after him.
Before he opens the sliding door, he turns around to face you and says: “You still seem a little tense. Maybe a bath will help.”
If you could, there would be steam coming from your head that's how much you feel your body heat up already. Considering that he said he is not comfortable with leaving you out of his sight... well. He surely wouldn't go to the servants bath with you, right? He would just get someone else to watch over you for the time being.
Ten minutes later you find out you are sorely mistaken, yet again. (How many times is that today now.) You find yourself standing in front of the sliding door that leads to the small, more private bathhouse that only the head of the clan and his sister are allowed to use.
Servants only gain entrance to clean the bathhouse and collect the laundry. Yet, here you are, a change of clothes in your arms and with a personal 'invitation' by the head of the clan himself. Your breath is coming short and ragged, nerves pretty much blank just like your mind.
Ayato is right behind you, his own change of clothes in arms and when you don't move to open the sliding door, he reaches around you and pushes it open. You are tense as all hell and your steps are shaky due to that. All of your focus goes into not dropping any of the clothing in your arms or loosing your footing on the tiles.
Ayato follows closely behind you, cheery as ever and when you stop short, he nudges you to keep walking with a happy little smile on his lips. It feels as if there is something else behind that, but you are not able to focus enough to actually read it.
While you are frozen stiff with anxiety, he pushes past you, sets down his change of clothing and begins to undress. It takes all of your willpower to not squawk and you quickly turn around. You focus on your breathing, to slow down your racing heartbeat and gain some semblance of control over your wildly inappropriate thoughts.
Still, the clinking of metal and rustling clothes behind you has your thoughts spiral entirely out of control in no time at all and while you are still very desperately trying to ban any of them from your mind, you completely miss Ayato walking up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. Your dignity is pretty much gone with the little squeal that comes out of your mouth unbidden and the fact that you flinching and subsequent stiffening has the change of clothes in your arms scatter all over the floor.
You instinctively turn around, mind lagging behind and supplying you with the knowledge that you usually enter a bath naked a few seconds too late. Another squeak is ready to leave you, hands already rising to cover your eyes – when you realize that your master has a towel wrapped around his crotch.
It still doesn't help much, but it's better than involuntarily seeing him naked.
“Why are you so jumpy today? You are usually so much more composed... I am worried about you”, and he really sounds and looks the part, eyebrows knitted together and a downturn to his plush lips.
“M-my apologies, sir. I will be fine in a moment”, it comes out more like squeaking than you had hoped it would and your face is burning.
Ayato nods and turns around to walk to the bath area.
“Join me when you are ready.”
And with that he is gone for the moment, giving your racing heart a chance to finally calm down enough for you to actually breath again. Because for some reason you thought it would be a good idea to hold your breath that now leaves you with a whoosh.
Piece by piece, you take of your garments, neatly folding them in a stack and placing them to the side. You rummage through the stack of clothes you were given to change into – and find that it is missing a towel.
Not just that the towel would probably be too small to hide your body fully, no, there isn't even one between the light clothes you were handed. Your mind is still trying to process that information when you hear the patter of wet feet on the tiles.
You hurriedly grab the shirt you wore earlier and nearly rip it in half as you pull it over your head in a hurry. It's not quite long enough to hide your body and so you fiddle with them hem as Ayato rounds the corner, concern written all over his pretty face.
“You took quite long, so I came to see what the problem is...”, he trails of at seeing your tomato-red face and how you fiddle with your shirt.
You can't seem to look up, legs squeezed together as closely as possible and shirt pulled down as far as it will go. Your entire body is shaking from embarrassment and you wish a hole would open up beneath your feet right this instant.
Of course it doesn't and so you have to confront the situation. With a deep breath you steel your nerves and open your mouth to speak. No sound comes the first time, so you try again and, thankfully, this time your vocal cords cooperate with you.
“I seem to be missing... a towel... sir”, your voice is meek and small.
The patter comes closer and you find his feet move into your field of vision. You can vaguely make out the water droplets running down his legs and force yourself to study the tiles. You cannot look up under any circumstance. Not with both of you barely clothed and your face burning in shame.
“A shame... it seems you will have to go without one then.”
The jovial tone to his voice makes you rip up your gaze from the tiles in utter shock and disbelief. And immediately pull your hands up to cover your eyes. The towel is gone. What you completely forget however is that if you not only let go of the hem of your shirt but also pull up your arms... the shirt will ride up.
There is a short pause of complete silence. You could've heard a pin drop. You refuse to take your hands off of your eyes, ashamed at your own behaviour and the fact that you essentially just flashed the head of the Kamisato clan.
Who has the audacity to give a chuckle and then sigh.
“I suppose either I was not clear enough in my intentions with you so far or you are simply not interested”, it sounds a little sad and you peek from between your fingers.
There is a faint blush dusting his cheeks and he's scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. Then, he takes a deep breath, turns to face you and it's the first time since you began working for the Kamisato siblings that every hint of his usual joking and mysterious behaviour is gone.
“I want you. I want you to be mine.”
You're pretty sure you are going to die from overheating at this point with how much you have been blushing the entire day, but this takes the absolute cake. Your arms fall down and you have half a mind to pinch your thigh. It hurts. You're still here, only clothed in a shirt standing opposite of the Yashiro Commissioner Kamisato Ayato himself, who is entirely naked and just essentially confessed to you.
He runs a hand through his wet hair and pushes the bangs out of his face. The blush returns and he looks back at your face.
“Say something”
He sounds so unsure of himself right now. When you remain silent, he launches into a full-on speech.
“Look, I never intended to do anything you are not comfortable with. That there is no towel with your change of clothes was not planned, I promise. It is an actual mistake and I never... fuck.”
Apparently, you're gonna have a lot of first today, one of them being hearing Kamisato Ayato curse. And all of this is so intensely surreal to you that you can do nothing but gape. You're shaking like a leaf with nerves finally lessening and all that comes out of your mouth is a small “Hehm” as you try to clear your throat.
“I... am not... uncomfortable... with you”, you finally manage to squeeze out, your own blush returning with double the force it had before.
You stand there, head lowered and eyes glued to the tiles again. This time, it's one of Ayatos hands coming into your field of vision. You can barely look up at him again and so you simply place your hand in his and wait for what he does.
In the blink of an eye your field of view shifts upward, is covered by the fabric of your shirt and when you can see again, you feel that you're now equally as naked as Ayato. You squeak (seriously, how many times now?!) and try to cover your bare body. But Ayato still has one of your hands firmly in his grasp and one arm is definitely not enough to really cover anything effectively.
Before you can decide otherwise, you shoot him a scowl.
“Oh? Now that you aren't wearing anything, you get feisty?”, he asks amused.
Your face remains a scowl, but the bright blush covering you down to your collarbones and making your ears burn takes all the menace out of it entirely. Not that there was much to begin with, but now it's gone entirely.
Instead of another remark, Ayato whisks you off your feet with easy and carries you princess style into the bath. As soon as you are inside the water, you duck into hit up to your chin and wrap both arms around your chest. As a good measure, you turn away from him with a 'hmpf'.
Big. Mistake. Because now, his arms wrap around your midriff and he whispers into your ear: “Let me see how much fight you have left when I'm done with you, shall we?”
Without the barrier of clothing between you, his body heat sends shivers down your spine. His breath ghosting over your skin, his fingers tracing patterns into it that you easily recognize as the Kamisato Crest. You can't move either which way, backwards pushes you into his body, forward into those devious hands of his, down would mean that you have to somehow get your chest past his hands and dive out of reach.
So, when one of his fingers lightly traces over the sensitive spot on your hipbone, you instead move up out of the water with a start and gasp. Ayato chuckles lowly behind you, still tracing along your skin wherever he so pleases. You still can't get away, left to his mercy – of which he seems to have none at given times.
Not one to give in to fate that easily, you still try – albeit futile efforts – to get away and out of his reach. The only thing you manage is to make him annoyed enough so that he simply lifts you out of the water by your waist.
“C-cold! Put me down!”, it really is cold now that you had the warm water heat your body.
“Making demands now, are we? Fine then. In exchange for putting you down, I want you to sit in my lap. Without trying to get away”, you grit your teeth, feel the smirk on his lips pressed against your back - and relent.
“F-fine, just-t p-put me down”
Ayato seems very happy with his achievement and softly sets you down in the water again. He sits back on one of the benches carved into the side and waves you over. As soon as you sit down, he wraps his arms around you again and leans his head on your shoulder.
“If you really don't want this... then please. Say so”, he reminds you once more before his lips meet with the sensitive skin on the junction between your neck and shoulder.
With his lips kissing trails along your shoulders and neck, his fingers ghosting over your skin, his body heat behind you and the water around you, you begin to thaw again. Actually, you start to squirm in his hold again and he immediately stops. You let your head fall forward, exposing your neck and wriggle a little more into his lap.
Granted, you didn't account for his erection that you brush past in your effort to not have to use words to tell him that you're fine with what he is doing. His grip on your midriff tightens and he grunts into your neck. You stiffen, back arched a bit from the puff of air he blew onto your skin.
Ayato begins to massage little circles into your skin with his thumbs and you practically melt into his touch, relaxing against him again.
“If you don't want me to loose my cool right away, you should be a little more careful with your movements, sweetheart”, he mumbles against your skin and resumes nibbling and kissing trails into it.
His hold loosens and while you try your best not to move, he makes it increasingly harder by abusing the weak spots around your neck. A particularly harsh nip causes you to arch your back with a little whine and he places one hand firmly onto your chest to hold you up.
“Hm, how about... we turn you around” and while he is talking he has you up from his lap already.
You squirm in his hold again, trying to turn around as best you can with the little movement space you have. He grabs hold of your left thigh and lifts it over his own legs before settling you back onto them.
Facing him doesn't exactly make you any less embarrassed and you try to cover your chest again. He wraps his arms around your back underneath your arms and presses your chest closer to his.
“No hiding, sugarcup”, he smirks and nips your collarbone, his pretty eyes fixated on you through his long lashes.
Without anything better to do with your arms, you place your hands on his shoulders for leverage. Ayato keeps nipping your skin everywhere is lips can reach, leaving a trail of fire in his wake and making you squirm again. Even with both his hands firmly against your body trying to keep you as still as possible and your own efforts, it's no use.
The moment he pushes one thumb into your back a little more, a breathy moan leaves your throat and you push against him, bodies flush with each other. The movement sends water splashing and rippling around you two and Ayatos grip on you tightens again, leaving to room for you to move.
His blue hair peeks from your cleavage and before you can say anything, he has his lips on the skin there, sucking and nibbling around your breasts. You whimper and try to squirm in his hold, but he only grabs you closer and you are left to scratch along his shoulders and back.
Ayato growls into your skin when you scratch a little harder, jerking under you. A devilish little grin appears on your face, filing that information away. And you are really glad that his usual clothing won't reveal the scratch marks you're surely leaving on his shoulder blades right now.
The retort comes a moment later when his lips find their way to your nipple and he flicks his tongue against it. You bite your lip to not make a sound as he continues his assault on your nipple. When he uses his teeth to really nibble on it, every bit of effort or thought not to make a sound goes right out the (currently non-existing) window, your back arches against him and you moan, long and loud.
Your thoughts are quickly becoming a jumbled mess between his fingers on your back, tracing along your spine or painting patterns into your skin and his lips on your nipples. A whine bubbles up from your throat when he suddenly stops.
“Relax, love. Let me just...”, he doesn't finish his sentence.
Instead he lifts you up along with him as he stands and turns around to lower you back to sit on the bench by yourself. Confusion settles into you as he places one hand beside your face and leans over you, looming like a predator over his prey.
And honestly. You do feel like one, the smirk on his face and the dangerous glint in his beautifully blue eyes striking a different kind of excitement into you. Your legs clench and rub together by instinct and when he lowers his torso further to cage you between himself and the wall behind you, you whimper.
Ayato doesn't let you simmer much longer, tracing the fingers of his other hand from your throat down between your breast and further, past your bellybutton and stops just above your clenched legs.
With the most innocent smile, that is so clearly fake, he whispers into your ear: “I can not help you when you won't let me.”
It takes a bit of willpower to unclench your thighs and as soon as he as even just an inch of leeway, he worms one finger between them. The moment his finger brushes past your clit, your legs spread as if on their own and your back arches, pushing your chest against his.
The hand from beside your face vanishes and you feel the rough callouses of his fingers on one nipple, while he flicks the other with his tongue again. You are mewling under his touch, your hips moving on their own to seek out the friction his fingers provide, but every time you come close, he pulls away and tuts at you.
Beside lust, something else begins to burn in your chest: annoyance. Your hands, forgotten about circle around his back and Ayatos brain clicks a half second too late. By the time he tries to move away from your fingers, your nails are already buried in the skin on his back, pushing hard and he groans.
His movements falter and his entire body sags in on itself a bit. You only get the blink of an eye to be proud of your achievement though, because the next thing you know, he pushes two fingers inside your pussy and presses against your clit with his thumb at the same time as his other hand finds your breast again and rolls your nipple.
You wail. The sudden assault catches you completely off guard and while your nails are still leaving red welts all over his back, his efforts push you closer and closer to the brink, the coil in your stomach tightening to a near painful point.
You are afraid that he'll just leave you hanging as payback for the scratching. But he follows through, diving his head down to suck on the nipple he's not rolling and pinching between his fingers.
Your orgasm blinds you as the coil snaps and your entire body spasm around his fingers. You faintly feel him still pumping them into your clenching pussy but you're too caught in the pleasure rolling in waves through you to really pay attention to it.
Ayato has to literally catch you, because the moment the intense pleasure subsides, your body goes limp. Your panting heavily, with each breath inhaling more of his scent that you now really notice. You feel as if you can think clearly for the first time in years and a groggy smile plays on your lips.
Ayato chuckles and lifts you up enough to hold you against his chest. The cold air hitting your body as he carries you out of the bath makes you hiss in discomfort, curling further into his warm embrace.
There are not nearly enough towels to get both of you dry proper and you really don't like your overheated skin being cooled down so rapidly. Ayato thinks for a second, then grabs the change of clothes you were given and wraps you into the thickest yukata he can find in the pile.
He barely even bothers with himself, only throwing one over his own shoulders before he opens the bathhouse door and peeks into the hallway. The cold air causes you to sober up out of the blissful state you were in from your orgasm and you can see the hallway is empty.
Ayato carries you down the halls, peeking around corners to see if there is anyone and listening intently for footsteps or voices. You curl into him even more if that is even possible, trying to pull the yukata to hide at least your hair. It would be bad if someone found out.
His reputation would be done for and with how you acted the entire day, nobody would believe either of you even if you said a thousand times over that it was consensual. Not the ideal position to be in.
When the sliding door of Ayatos private chambers slides closed behind him and he locks it with an audible click, both of you relax simultaneously. You yourself have no idea how late it is, but you assume that you will have a few more hours until the young lady returns.
And honestly, you really didn't expect him to prop you on your feet, the mischievous glint in his eyes back now that doesn't need to worry about anyone seeing you two. You didn't expect him to tell you to close your eyes and keep them closed. Neither did you expect the soft fabric that lands over your eyes and even when you open them, you can't see anything.
You are in the middle of the room, there is nothing to hold onto, you can't even feel Ayatos body heat anywhere close to you. You stay right where you are. You have no idea what kind of valuables he keeps around his room and you're not exactly keen on accidentally bumping into something and breaking it.
The only senses that are still of moderate use right now are your hearing and your sense of smell. The former tells you that Ayato is somewhere to your right, the rustling of fabric as he moves making that very clear. The latter only tells you that his rooms smell the same as he does: cypresses and fresh spring water.
It takes a few moments for him to get what he wants and he consistently checks in with you, asking if you are comfortable and if he should take off the blindfold. You are getting a little uncomfortable, self-consciousness kicking in again and at one point you feel around for the edges of the yukata and pull it closed round you.
Five minutes, but since you can't see it feels a lot longer. It's nice to know that he didn't just leave you all alone though. The moment his hand finally brushes along your shoulder again, you flinch a little. You didn't hear him approach at all.
“Are you still comfortable, sugarcup?”, Ayato asks you and you nod in reply, albeit a little slow.
His fingers are already undoing the knot on the blindfold faster than you can say anything and you grab onto his hands. He stills his movements and you can hear the concern clear in his voice.
“If you are not confident that you are really, truly comfortable, then I will not force you to. I told you, I will not ever force you to do anything you are not comfortable with.”
“It's not that... I... my body...”, you trail off, unsure of how to say what you're trying to convey.
But it seems you don't have to use more words. Ayato reties the knot and traces a finger down your cheek. Since you're technically blind right now, it feels so much more intense as when he did the same when you could see him.
Every move is completely unexpected and it leaves you wondering where you will feel the warmth of his hands next. Or in general what you will feel next as he proves now by the next thing touching the skin on your ankles is something that feels like rope.
You don't flinch, only hum non-committally. When he doesn't take whatever it is away from your skin, you try to really feel what it could be. Maybe he's trying to see if you can tell what he is going to use.
“Is that a rope?”, you ask, trying to gauge Ayatos reaction.
He chuckles and drops a kiss on your lips. Seems you guessed right. You feel the rope wrap around your ankles again, but this time instead of just leaving it on your skin he begins tying knots into it and laying it in a pattern over your body, slowly sliding the yukata off in the process.
By the time he's done, you can feel the rope tightly but not uncomfortably so pressing into your skin. It restricts your movements, your arms tied behind your back and you feel strange, now being robbed of not only one of your senses but also the ability to run away if anything happens.
On top of that, you can clearly feel that you are naked again and that in turn makes you squirm against the ropes. Before you can get too fidgety however, something cold, solid and smooth presses against your calf.
It makes you jump a little from the chill and again, Ayato waits for you to say something before proceeding. The only thing that comes to mind is something metal and you say as much, earning another kiss.
He doesn't explain what it is exactly, but you feel something tightening around your left ankle and his hands nudging your legs apart until you are nearly falling over. His hands busy themselves on your right ankle and when he steps back and you try to move your legs, you find you can't close them anymore and nearly fall over.
A warm and firm hand firmly lands on your chest right between your breast and your breath hitches.
“Careful now, I don't want you to get hurt, love”
Ayato helps you stand as upright as you can and makes sure you can keep your balance before letting go. A few seconds later, you fell another rope loop through the straps on your back and then – the same warm hand that held you upright pushes you forward.
In an attempt to keep your balance you fold at the waist. The ropes around your torso tighten and you are literally left hanging. You are about to protest the treatment when one single finger ghosts along your spine in between the ropes and all you can do is let the breathy moan escape your mouth.
“Hm... perhaps we should leave the blindfold on? No, no, I want you to see how you look right now”, his voice is somewhere near your right ear and it sounds so much different from before.
You feel his fingers in your hair, slowly undoing the knot of the blindfold. When it slides off of your eyes, it takes a moment to adjust to the lighting. Ayato dimmed the lights down considerably, just enough for you to spy something in front of you.
Yourself. It's a mirror and as soon as your eyes properly adjust to the lighting, you can clearly see yourself. A solid metal bar is keeping your legs apart, your entire body woven into an intricate pattern of light blue and white ropes that covers literally nothing.
Moreover, the rope laces everywhere that doesn't need to be covered so badly, like between your breasts and along your thighs. With the metal bar between your legs, bowed over forward, a rope going to the ceiling that's keeping your torso elevated, you are not only helpless and unable to move but also presenting your still wet pussy to whoever decides to stand behind you.
Which just so happens to be Ayato, the yukata lazily draping along his shoulders and barely tied in the front and a proud smile on his face. He has an intricately crafted kiseru in his left hand, the right arm crossing over his chest.
“Just look at how pretty you are...”, he really looks extremely proud right now, unwinding his right arm and tracing along your side.
Despite being fully on display for him, helpless, unable to move or do anything about your predicament, you don't really feel scared. The more accurate word would be excited and curious because you have not a single clue what he's planned to do now.
He twirls a piece of fabric in his right hand that you suppose must be the blindfold you were wearing a few seconds ago. His expression changes to one of contemplation, his eyes lazily going back and forth between your face in the mirror and the fabric in his hands.
After another look, he shrugs and flicks the fabric off to somewhere you can't see right now. The smile returns, albeit a little more sinister this time. A spark of worry shots through you. It's gone about as fast as it came the moment you feel something wet but strangely firm touch your pussy.
It's a little cold and the firmer it presses against you, the more it seems to spread around. You try to spy what it is through the mirror in front of you, but all you see is Ayato a few steps behind and maybe two to your left, casually smoking his kiseru as if there was nothing wrong at all.
The thing, whatever it is, that's touching you starts to move. You really can't describe it any other way even if you tried. If feels as if the outside where the wet feeling ends is firm and solid, but the inside is moving and pushing against you.
There is one part that is firmly rubbing against your clit, slow and steady. Another one is nudging into your slit and slowly filling you up. It's strange enough to keep you on your toes and present because you don't know what it is but at the same time you also feel safe. It doesn't feel threatening.
Especially with Ayato in your back, keeping his marine blue eyes trained on you, you don't feel as if there was something to worry about. He would take care of it. You tiptoe the thin line between loosing yourself to the feeling and being mindful of your surroundings for a few minutes before anything actually changes.
The part of whatever is toying with you sex right now gets more insistent, pushes deeper and seems to expand inside of you. You feel it rubbing against your insides in a way that you are sure shouldn't be possible considering how smooth it was before, pushing all the buttons to have you a moaning, quivering mess in little to no time.
You can still see Ayato behind you, his pupils dilated, eyes no longer focused on you in the mirror but rather on the spectacle behind your back. It's when you spot the flick of his wrist, a minute movement that you could've easily missed that you start piecing two and two together.
He is using his hydro vision and what you feel rubbing and prodding at your insides and clit is actually water.
You would be mad at not getting a warning if it didn't feel as good as to have your toes curling and breath coming more and more ragged. And now that you know what exactly is going on, you can actually see the glittering droplets behind your back every now and then.
But it also awakens a teasing, bratty side to you that you didn't quite know you had. Ayato is completely fixated on the water his hydro vision controls spreading your insides right now that he himself can't see the glitter in your eyes as a new idea flickers to life inside your lust-riddled brain like a spark setting fire to a forest.
You let your torso drop a little more and get onto your tiptoes, moving your hips left and right a little. The retort is immediate when the water inside you expands even more and you have to desperately suppress a loud moan.
“You figured it out, hm?”, Ayatos voice sounds entirely unbothered, but you can see from the look he is giving you that he is anything but.
More water coalesces behind you, he is not even trying to hide it now that you know. Two water tentacles slither along your stomach and all the way up to curl around your breasts, the tips covering your nipples. How water manages to feel as it is massaging your breasts and playing with your nipples, you have no idea, but it does.
And when the bit rubbing your clit presses a little more firmly, the coil in your belly snaps and you couldn't have suppressed the ungodly, high-pitched moans had you tried. Your legs are shaking and if it not for the rope holding you up, you would've collapsed right then and there.
The waters vanishes from your body, only leaving wet tracks on your otherwise dry skin. You are clenching around nothing, mind blank and your fluids running down your legs. There is no clear thought in your brain, not even if you can sleep now.
All you want is Ayato. He's made you orgasm twice, once even without actually touching you and all you want now is his cock inside you. There is no way you can tell him though, because your words are a slurred, jumbled mess as is your brain.
All you can do is whimper and whine while quite literally shacking your ass for him. You're even too far gone to actually comprehend that this is exactly where he wants you. Well, maybe a little too far.
“Shame... I would have loved to actually hear you begging for my cock.”
You do your best, slurring out little “please”s and “want your cock” and it only gets more pitched when his warm fingers press into your sides, fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks in your skin.
Still, he won't give you what you want immediately. He kisses up your legs, biting and sucking marks into the soft flesh of your thighs, deliberately not touching your pussy or clit, works his way along your back.
Through the haze of pleasure you feel the tip of his cock rub against your pussy, try to will your body to move backwards but you don't move and inch. Pain suddenly permeates the fog inside your head, a sharp and clear feeling in your left shoulder at the same time as he finally caves and slides his cock inside you with a low grunt.
You scream. It feels so good and without a halfway clear mind, you don't really see the point of being quiet. Ayato sets a sharp and punishing pace from the very beginning, the tip of his cock hitting the entrance to your womb over and over again.
Through the blurry veil of tears, you can vaguely make out how your belly bulges every time he sinks balls-deep into you, can see the scratches and bruises along your torso and legs and the dark red bite mark in your shoulder.
The tear stains on your face and the trail of spit along your chin. You can see how Ayato begins to loose his composure more and more, with every thrust inside you and every time you twitch around his cock.
Can see the veins in his arms and neck pop from the strain, how his muscles flex and dance under his skin and the way he grits his teeth hard enough for his jaw to give an audible crack at one point. You see all of these things but they barely register in your mind, too focused and one-tracked on the pleasure and the pain mixing just right.
The rope is starting to leave red rubbed skin and just when the pain overtakes the pleasure, Ayato buries himself inside you with one final, sharp thrust and his whole body quakes. His fingers press into your sides so much harder and the feeling of his teeth sinking into your right shoulder this time sends you over the edge as well.
Too worn out, vocal cords rubbed raw from abuse, your mouth only forms a soundless 'o' and your eyes roll back into your head.
When you come to again, you are alone. You can feel the stickiness of ointment on some spots on your skin and your entire body protests any and all movement. But you are clean and wrapped in a blanket that smells of cypresses and fresh spring water.
Just when you feel the fear of “abandoned” creep up, the door slides open and Ayato walks in. He is already dressed in his nightwear, a cup and a plate in his hands. He slides the door closed and turns around to face you – and pales.
You're scared that he'll kick you out now, that somehow he got lost in the moment an never actually wanted you, that he thinks it was a mistake and your mind just spirals further down that rabbit hole.
You watch his every move like a deer staring down a pack of wolves, panic making your breath come short and gripping your heart tight enough that it feels as if you can't breathe. Ayato hurriedly walks closer to the futon you're laying on and sets down the plate and cup as fast and carefully as he possibly can.
He comes level with you and reaches a hand out to your face. You shrink away from it by instinct and his face scrunches up into the saddest you look you have personally ever seen on him. Ayato turns his hand palm upwards and waits for you to come closer as if trying to get to a scared puppy.
And you actually feel like one right now, slowly extending your own hand and hesitantly placing it in his. The smile that stretches his lips is worth it but you still don't feel a hundred percent safe.
“I'm so sorry. I should not have left you here alone. I thought you would be out for a little while longer and went to get you some water and a snack.”
He slowly and carefully pulls you into his arms while explaining. With his body heat, scent and voice surrounding you, you finally feel fully safe again and he starts swiping at your cheeks. You realize that you must have started crying without noticing it and the first thing he saw when he came back was just that.
While Ayato hums a few tunes, he slowly feeds you and helps you drink the water, since you still have shaky hands. After that, he helps you up and get dressed in some night clothing before gently laying you back down, crawling under the covers right next to you and you fall asleep in his arms.