A LITTLE SECRET — Kazuha

You’re napping on the couch. It had been a long, stressful day, and as soon as you came home, your legs gave out. Your girlfriend, Kazuha, came to your house as she had been doing for the last few weeks.

She didn’t really need a reason to come over, like today—one message or a call, and she was ringing your doorbell. You always let her in and usually sat around doing nothing or talking about her day.

Kazuha is just coming out of her room when she sees your unlocked phone lying on the living room furniture. She knows she shouldn’t do it, but the curiosity gets to her, and she picks up your phone. Just a quick check, that’s all. See if he’s doing anything suspicious.

There’s no sign of cheating on your phone. Kazuha’s relieved. While she looks through your apps, she finds your Tumblr, Wattpad, and visual novels. There are various works that you’re reading right now, but most of them have a common trait: submissiveness. For some reason, the main character is always dominated by the female lead.

She thinks back about your past fun times. She was always the one who begged or was being teased. You were always in charge; you always knew what Kazuha wanted. The gears inside her brain start turning, and she imagines your flustered face, lust-ridden eyes, begging, whimpering… that doesn’t seem too bad. Not bad at all.

Maybe you were too focused on her needs and didn’t think about yours. Kazuha kinda felt bad. She never really thought about it.

You’re still half napping and half awake, sprawled over the couch.

“Baby,” she calls you.

You can hear her voice and groan. “What?” you drag out, rolling over, closer to the floor.

Good. You’re awake. Kazuha’s bored. She might as well try something.

Her thumb scans the most recent story on your phone and examines the tags. She clears her throat and starts reading: “Obsession, dacryphilia, begging, forced climax…” She giggles a little bit before reading the next one, “Slut training, throatfuck, edging, humiliation…”

Halfway through the list, you suddenly gain consciousness and get up from the couch. Your fears are confirmed: she has your phone in her hand.

You’re nervous. You know exactly what she’s reading, and you know it can change the way she looks at you.

“I—I can explain,” you stutter and raise your hands.

Kazuha laughs. “So this is what gets you hard? Being used?” she asks. She doesn’t seem offended but rather amused. She softly bites her lips, and her cheeks warm up. “I never would have guessed…you always seem so confident, so…in charge.”

You stare at her, going through every possible answer and, knowing you can’t lie to her, you simply say: “Yes.”

Kazuha smiles. She takes a couple of steps closer and takes a good look at you. You’re really nervous. She can see you shifting uncomfortably in your own clothes, your eyes darting between her and the rest of the room.

“God, you hide your sluttiness so well,” she says. “I mean, you’re always calling me that.”

“Uhhh…”

“You want other women to treat you like shit, huh? You want other girls to properly dominate you,” she says. Kazuha doesn’t really think it, but the way your face turns white when she pronounces those words is very amusing.

“No! No! Never! I am not thinking about any other girl,” you exclaim. “I—It’s just fantasies and I—”

“So what do you imagine when you read it?”

“You!”

“Oh,” she hums. “Me?”

“Y-yeah… if it’s anyone, it’s you.”

“Baby, you’re so adorable, you know that?” Kazuha assures you. “Don’t worry, I like it. It’s kinda turning me on,” she murmurs, reaching out to run her fingers along your arm. “We can give it a try, what do you think?”

You gulp.

You don’t have anything to say, but it’s not necessary.

“Strip. Now.” She orders. Her voice is stern. It’s not a request but a demand.

You’re surprised at how quickly Kazuha got into character. You try to say something, but she quickly shuts you down. No talking unless she says so. You can only oblige.

Kazuha watches you intently, her eyes roaming over your body, licking her lips and smiling to herself. Your cock twitches in your pants, already starting to harden at the thought of Kazuha commanding you. She looks at you with hunger.

You slowly take off your hoodie, rubbing your legs together.

“…Oh wow,” she whispers, eyes flicking down your body.

“You’re into this,” she giggles, “God, I didn’t think you’d be this easy.”

Then you take your shirt off.

“That’s it,” she purrs. “Keep going. I want to see all of you.” Her eyes are glued to your hands as they move lower and unbuckle your belt before shimmying out of your pants. Your cock is already straining against your boxers, the outline of your erection clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Kazuha reaches out, trailing a single finger along the length of your clothed cock, feeling it throb and twitch at her touch. “So sensitive.” She giggles and looks at you, her hands still brushing on your underwear. Her face leans in closer, inches from you.

“Kiss me,” she commands. Without hesitation, you lean in, pressing your lips against her in a deep, passionate kiss. Kazuha moans softly into your mouth and deepens the kiss. Her lips move along with yours, softly making out and tasting your love.

After long moments, she pulls back, her cheeks flushed a deep rosy pink. “Good boy,” she praises.

Kazuha walks to the couch and plops down. You follow her and stand in front of her. It feels weird. You’re totally naked while she’s still completely clothed.

With a gesture, she tells you to come down. You go on your knees. Then she takes her hand and puts it in front of you. Her palm cups your face while her thumb comes on your lips, parting them and pushing inside of them.

You take Kazuha’s thumb into your mouth, your lips closing around her finger. You can feel the smooth skin of her finger brushing your tongue as you start to suck, your cheeks hollowing slightly.

Kazuha’s humming with pleasure, keeping her eyes locked with yours.

“I knew you’d look good sucking something,” she starts. “I’ve always wondered why you’ve never sucked my cock. You’ve been thinking about it after all, didn’t you?”

She watches you, transfixed, as you continue to suck, your tongue swirling around her.

“It’s written all over the filth that you read.”

“I don’t,” you try to say, but she pulls on your jaw, directing your eyes to her crotch. You can feel the heat of her body radiating against your skin. You can see clearly the bulge in her pants and the boner that’s forming between your legs.

“Don’t lie to yourself, baby,” she says. “I know why you never did. You’re scared of it. You’re scared that you’ll get addicted. You’re scared that you’ll love it. Don’t you?” Kazuha breaths.

“You’re just a slut, aren’t you?”

“I—I’m not.”