Aegyo Restricted

"Tomi-ya!" Minju hugs the small peachy ball of energy that is Hitomi.

"Minjuuuuuu I missed you! Have you been well?"

"Yes! What about you?"

"I've been good too!"

"Welcome back to Korea! Are you all settled?"

"Yes, just at a hotel nearby!"

Arm-in-arm the two of them go to a restaurant, getting themselves a private room. The dinner goes by happily, and with a small amount of drinks in her Hitomi is relaxed enough to broach a sensitive question with her friend.

"Hey Minju... are you seeing anyone recently?"

"No, why? Oh my god, do you have a boyfriend?!" Minju squeals.

"No no, just was wondering if you had anyone you could, mmm, introduce to me?"

"Ah, no, sorry, I haven't been seeing anyone recently." Minju is doing more than "seeing" with you of course, but she figured there was no need to tell Hitomi that.

"Oh okay. Even, you know, casually?"

"What do you mean?" Hitomi blushes, why does Minju have to be so innocent sometimes?

"You know, you're not in a relationship, but you still, sleep with them?" Minju almost spits out her drink, did she hear Hitomi correctly? Now it is Minju's turn to blush at revealing this detail of her life, nodding subtly. "Does he— Would he have someone he can introduce to me?"

"You want that?"

"I don't really want to go 'looking around' in Japan, word might spread, so I thought doing it here might be better. Especially if it was through one of you. If it's someone you know, I can trust them to be quiet right?"

"Umm sure. If you really want to, I have someone I can introduce you to."

"Jinjja? Is it okay?"

"If you want to, I trust him, he'll keep quiet for sure." Hitomi nods vigorously, her toes curling in her shoes in anticipation.

"I trust you. Please let him know." 

"Oppa, there's someone I want to introduce you to," Minju says, coming out of the shower in a thin bathrobe.

"Hmm? Who? Why?"

"Hitomi, I used to be in a group with her, you know who she is right?"

"Oh yeah, of course, she's really cute. I'll be happy to meet her, why introduce me to her though?"

"She's umm, looking for some fun, discreet fun, while she's here." Minju's emphasis on the word sends your eyebrows and imagination sky high.

"Really? Huh, and you think I'm fun?"

"Of course, oppa's so fun. Will you do it?"

"I guess, if you want, I'll check with Yeji."

"Thanks, you're the best!"

"Good, now come here." You pull Minju towards you, spreading the bathrobe to accommodate both of you, her naked body pressed right against yours. "I have something to introduce to you right now."

"Hello?" You knock on the door to Hitomi's hotel room.

"Please come in!" The door opens to Minju's former group member Honda Hitomi, a nervous smile on her face as she waves you in. "It's so nice to meet you, thank you for coming!"

Her greeting is oddly formal, and you sit on the edge of the bed next to her, the air in the room tinged with awkwardness.

"So umm, Minju says you wanted to have some fun?" Hitomi scoots closer to you, her shoulders touching yours as she looks to you.

"Yes, is that okay oppa?"

"Mmhmm, how do you want to do it?" Hitomi cranes her neck upwards, pouting slightly. She looked adorable... Until you remember she wanted you here, called you here to fuck her. Your hand caresses her cheek, admiring the smoothness of her skin before running through her hair and to the back of her head—demandingly you tilt her back a little more and crush your lips on hers, taking her breath away.

"Ah!" Hitomi yelps against your lips, and a shudder of arousal runs through her body as your tongue pushes past her easily parted lips. Her thighs rub together, and Hitomi already feels how drenched she is—she has been looking forward to this since she brought it up with Minju. Needily she reaches for your other hand, pulling it to her body, encouraging you to touch her, to feel her.

Your hand claims her exposed flesh for yourself, warming her up in the otherwise chilly hotel room. Hitomi's hand slides beneath your shirt, and you do the same to her, feeling her abs as she feels you up too. The air in the room is now singed with lust, her blatant need for physical intimacy supercharging the "getting-to-know-you" process. Gently Hitomi pushes you away, breaking the kiss, her pale cheeks now flush with desire.

"Oppa, I can trust you to keep this quiet right?" Her hand squeezing your thigh renders you speechless, and you nod.

"Even from Minju?"

"What? Doesn't she know about it?"

"Not the details. I want to do something with you, but you can't tell Minju, you can't tell anyone, okay?" You gulp visibly, what is it did she want to do with you? Did you bite off more than you can chew?

"Sure, I won't tell if it's so important to you."

"Good, give me a moment please." Reluctantly your hand leaves Hitomi, and she gets up and disappears into the bathroom.

Hitomi takes a deep breath, composing herself before pulling out what she has hidden in the bathroom cabinet. She strips herself naked, examining her body, suddenly self-conscious about her image, wondering if you would find her enticing. She hopes that what she is holding in her hands right now would help with that. A warmth spreads through her body as she imagines what is going to happen next, and she takes a long look at her pale figure—hopefully she won't be unrecognizable by the time she's done tonight.

"Oppa, I'm coming out now."

Your jaw drops as Hitomi comes out of the bathroom. She's nude, without a shred of clothing on, and even more shocking is what she is holding in her hands—it appears to be a bundle of rope, the dark color in stark contrast with her skin.

"I— I want you to tie me up oppa." Your mind goes blank, never would you have thought that the Hitomi you've seen in shows, laughing happily next to Minju, doted on by the other members, would be into this, and you sure as hell didn't think she would be here asking you to bind her.

"Please?" She mistakes your hesitation as reluctance, stepping closer towards you.

"Hitomi, I— I don't know how to do this though."

"I'll teach you, please?" 

"Of course, if that's what you really want." Hitomi smiles, wrapping the rope around her wrists loosely, as if she is ready to be bound already. She slips out of them and places the rope in your hands—although it looks like quite a good length of rope, it is surprisingly light.

"Yes, and then you can do whatever you want." Hitomi's voice drips with promise, and you realize everyone, you included, have been looking at Hitomi in the wrong light all along. She gets on the bed and reaches for her phone. "Please, let's start with tying my feet together, the scissors are on the table."

You wrap the rope around her ankles, cutting the other end and making a knot quickly. Then she lays on her side, giving you a good view of her tight slit as she instructs you to bind her thighs and lower legs together, forcing her into a kneeling position. Her hands, still free for now, help direct you on how to loop the ropes around her legs, and telling you how tight to make them.

"Where did you learn all this?" You had to ask her as you cut the piece off and tie a knot. Hitomi waves her phone in your face, and you see a bunch of instructions and diagrams in Japanese.

"Online, but I haven't had a chance to do it, until now, so thank you." Her tone is sincere, but seeing Hitomi in a bound state is inflaming your thoughts, and you intend to hear more of her thanks by the time the night is over. Hitomi holds an end of the rope in her hands and continues the instructions. "Please umm, pull the rope between my legs and up behind me."

"Won't that—"

"Please do it." A soft gasp escapes her as you slide the rope between her legs and tug it up her back, no doubt digging into her intimates a little. You follow her instructions further and bring it over her shoulder, around her abs, and then over her other shoulder before coming up from between her legs again. You loop it several times around her waist before she has you tie her wrists together with the ends, a sort of perverted harness across her lithe body. The harness forces her hands together, and any movement of her arms would move the rope against her pussy.

"Is it okay?" you ask Hitomi, slightly concerned.

"Yes, please, make sure it's tight." Once she is satisfied with the tightness Hitomi moves her arms slowly, feeling the rope rub between her legs. "Mm, last thing." She has you do a loop between her thighs and her arms, such that she wouldn't be able to move either her arms or her legs freely. Hitomi breathes in deeply as you tie the last knot for her—she feels not restricted, but compressed and covered, like she was taken care of.

"Thank you oppa."

"Are you sure, should we have a safeword or something?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine, I can take it oppa."

"Just in case, I don't want you to choke or something." The rope pressed against her pussy makes it hard to think, but Hitomi manages to clear her head briefly.

"Okay, the word is 'dumpling'. If I say it, cut me loose." Even in her restrained state Hitomi shows off her core strength, pushing herself off the bed and managing to get into a kneeling position. "Now do whatever you want to me." Hitomi's eyes are large, round, and firm in her desire.

"Please."

A shiver goes down Hitomi's spine as your movement seems to change. Maybe her mind is playing tricks on her, but you seem to stalk rather than walk towards her, like a predator eyeing his prey. It made her feel wanted, it made her wet. Hitomi gasps as you pull her wrists down, the rope suddenly rubbing quickly over her slit, but her breath is snatched away by your devouring kiss. She struggles for air against your lips, but that struggling only serves to enhance her pleasure, the friction over her clit dizzying. Hitomi tries her best to struggle rhythmically rather than wildly, the need for air fighting against her strong need for pleasure. You grip her wrists, holding her still, and Hitomi's vision begins to go dark, as if you were choking her of oxygen with just the kiss. Hitomi's small chest heaves trying to breathe through her nose, but you jerk her arms about, and the pleasure throws her body all out of tune, trying to inhale and exhale at the same time.

"Nnngh haah, haah, haah!" You break the kiss abruptly, and violently the air rushes into Hitomi, her face and chest red with exertion. When she opens her eyes they find yours quickly, and while Hitomi looks eager for more, she stays silent, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. The rustling of clothes makes her open them once more, and a thrill goes down her spine as you get naked in front of her. You pull her hands to your shaft, and eager to please she wraps them around you.

"Jerk me off."

Hitomi starts slowly at first, and over time her pace builds—not because she wanted to go faster, but because she wanted to feel good, wanted to feel the rope rubbing between her legs. She was getting off on the handjob just as much as you were, and you watch her mouth slightly hang open, letting out soft moans into the room. It is mesmerizing, watching Hitomi frig herself by way of stroking your cock. You don't even have to tell her to go faster, Hitomi's own pleasure commanding her as you desired. Your peak sneaks up on you, and before you know it you are throbbing in her hands.

Without warning your legs quiver and you start shooting cum straight at Hitomi, splattering her face and her body. She keeps going though, stroking you for all that you have, making a mess of everything until you shrink and flop back to normal size. Hitomi wiggles herself closer to you, her eyes pleading.

"Please oppa, I'm so close too!" You roll her over on to her knees, head first into the pillow. To access her pussy you pull the rope over it to the side, amazed at how soaked they were—she really did get off on this. Your cum drips from her body onto the sheets, and while it is so tempting to just take Hitomi right there, you are still recovering from your orgasm, so you find another way to give her the climax she needed.

"Oppa, wait!" Oh my god he's— Cum-covered face first in the pillow, Hitomi can only scream as your tongue teases her puckered hole. Whatever she was expecting, she was not expecting that, and when you push a finger into her ass and curl it, you easily shove Hitomi off the cliff and deeper into the pillow. The rope around your face and finger jerk and push and pull violently as Hitomi thrashes uselessly on the bed, adding her own juices to your cum on the sheets.

Hitomi collapses on her side when you pull the finger out, as if it was the only thing holding her up. Drooling on the sheets, she tries to raise her hands to wipe her mouth, but all it does is make the rope rub against her pussy more. Everything was so unexpected, but she wanted more! You come out of the bathroom after washing your hands, and Hitomi does her best to push herself off the bed again. She looked like an utter mess, cum still covering her body, her entire body flushed pink.

You shove her gently, and Hitomi comically tips over to her side. She's pulled to the edge of the bed, and her breath catches when she feels your tip right against her opening. The breath stays in her throat, waiting for you to push in, but it never comes.

"Eh? Please, put it in!"

"Why don't you move then?" you ask wickedly, leaning fully into being the dom Hitomi wanted you to be. Feebly she squirms, the rope pleasuring her as she tries to wriggle herself on to your shaft. But you never get bigger in her, always leaving only your tip against her dripping wet slit as you maintain your distance from her. It takes all your willpower to not push into Hitomi, her hot wetness so enticing, but you delay and delay, in the hope of giving both of you a higher pleasure.

"Hiinnngh oppa!" Hitomi whines—her hips are already hanging in the air, and she's in danger of dropping off the edge, but she's so close to getting you in her! She just needs to move forward just a little bit more, a little bit more to get your cock...

And that's when you ruin her. You bend over and grab her shoulders, jamming yourself deep in her and pushing her fully to the bed.

Hitomi's pussy is soft, and her body yields to you as you plunge in. Like a breaching charge you trigger an explosion in her, and Hitomi shrieks in orgasm immediately, completely taken by surprise. You fuck her through the climax, delivering bolt after bolt of ecstasy straight to her brain. Hitomi screams and moans and grunts, her throat going raw from her cries. Her pussy doesn't fare much better, subjected to your fierce pounding—Hitomi’s bound and powerless to do anything more than take it, and it skyrockets her arousal even higher that she’s completely under your control. Over and over you feel her spasm and cum around you, the rope getting stretched with how much she's straining against it.

You give her the smallest of breathers to pull her head up from the bed, fingers digging not too kindly into her scalp before shoving your cock down her throat.

What is that— Hitomi briefly registers the taste of her own slick on your shaft before you make her brain shut down again. You fuck Hitomi's throat just as raw as her pussy, and with her nose pressed against your pubic bone you unload into her face. You tilt her head back as you finish, the last few weak spurts landing on her pretty face while you make her swallow. When you’re done you pull her off your cock and let go of her. Limply Hitomi bounces on the bed, completely still—you've drained her of coherence, of strength, of thought, of innocence. Merely drained of semen, you stagger and sit down on the bed next to her, observing her, making sure she's not choking on your cum.

When Hitomi opens her eyes, her world is blurry, all she sees is a big shape, looming over her. You occupy her entire world, which is strangely... dull.

"Oppa, are you there? I can't feel a thing..." Hastily you grab the scissors, cutting her free completely. Even after you relieve her of her binds Hitomi stays in a fetal position, and you pull her into your embrace, your hands stroking along her arms and legs, hurriedly warming her up and returning circulation to her extremities.

"I'm here, you're fine, you're fine, you're okay," you whisper in her ear, half calming her and half reassuring yourself she was fine. You breathe a sigh of relief when she turns into your chest, gasping and sobbing.

"That was, so intense."

"I'm sorry, I went too far, I should have stopped myself." You leave her temporarily to grab some tissues, and when you come back to clean her Hitomi's clingier than ever.

"No, you were right to keep going, thank you... But I think that was my limit."

"Of course, whatever you want. Should I get you water?" She shakes her head.

"No, just hold me." You hold Hitomi for a long time, and eventually you drop off with her in your arms.

In the early dawn Hitomi wakes up, gently untangling herself from you and goes to the bathroom. She looks at herself in the mirror, and what a beautiful mess she sees—there are pink lines across her body, showing just exactly where she had been tied, where she had strained against the ropes. Her hair is a mess, and her makeup smudged when you had to clean your cum off her face. And yet Hitomi stands a little straighter in the mirror, emboldened by the experience. Though the pink lines will fade soon, you have left your mark on her, and she is no longer the Hitomi who took off her clothes in the bathroom last night. After taking a quick shower she comes back to you, gently shaking you awake.

"Oppa."

"Hmm? Oh, Hitomi, how are you feeling?"

"Good, thank you again for last night."

"Umm sure, no problem."

"Do you think you can go again?" You have to rub your eyes to make sure you hear her correctly.

"You want to do it again?"

"Yes please, just not that intense."

"Okay, let me go wash up from last night." After your quick shower you return to a naked Hitomi waiting for you on the bed, more rope in hand.

"You want me to tie you up again?"

"Just something simple, do you mind?"

"No, I can do that." You raise Hitomi's wrists above her head, binding them together. Then you take another piece of rope and loop it around her wrists once more. "Your legs please." Hitomi blushes, but she follows your directions, bending her legs and spreading her thighs. You run the rope around her knees and back to her wrists and making sure the rope is taut. With her hands above her head, the rope effectively keeps herself spread for you—it is a position of complete submission, but one she could end at any time. Satisfied with your work, you settle on top of her, placing your tip again at her entrance.

"I'll go slow this time." Hitomi nods gratefully, and you gradually sink into her. With time to adjust, she moans happily as you stretch her out, truly feeling taken care of as your lips finds hers for the first time in a few hours. Now that you weren't ramming her senseless, she can enjoy the pleasure fully, and her coos and whines are delightful. Her hands seem to falter, seem eager to wrap around your neck, but still maintaining your dominant facade you pin them to the sheets, and Hitomi gets even tighter around you.

"Thank you, thank you oppa, it feels amazing!" Her walls flutter around you, and you know she's close.

"Hitomi, can I ask something of you?"

She can only manage a nod. Yes, anything you want! she wanted to shout. Tied down as she was physically, in that moment Hitomi freely gave her heart to you. It doesn't matter to her what you are going to ask, Hitomi would say yes. If you want to breed her, knock her up, she would say yes. If you want her to be your cumdump, just like Minju is (though she did not know this), she would say yes. If you want her to be your girlfriend and go on dates, she would say yes. If you want her to marry you and leave everything behind, she would say yes. That is just how satisfied and utterly smitten Hitomi is with your gentle dominance. But your ask is much simpler.

"Cum for me."

Hitomi seems to hyperventilate, her breath suddenly hastening. As if your words have given her physical pleasure, her fingernails dig into the sheets, her toes curl, her eyes close tightly, and finally you untie Hitomi from her physical body, ripping an orgasm from her that leaves her crying out your name and seeing stars. The fireworks continue to go off in her head as you gently pump her through the climax, until the pleasure finally comes to a stop.

"Good?"

"Wonderful, now your turn."

"Where do you—" Now it is your turn to be taken by surprise, as Hitomi has lowered her wrists behind your neck, which allows her to wrap her legs around you, trapping you in her.

"Inside, don't worry, I took precautions in case that happened yesterday. I've felt it on my skin, now please, I want to feel your cum inside me." You acquiesce to Hitomi's final desire, and with a few powerful thrusts you finish in her, marking her both inside and out as you leave a hickey on her neck.

"It's so warm... thank you, I'll never forget this night." Hitomi whispers in your ear, and you shudder at her honest confession, one last spurt leaving you before you come to rest on top of her. After lying together to recharge you eventually get off her, and this time the two of you shower together.

"You won't tell Minju right?" Hitomi asks as she dries her hair with a towel.

"Not about the ropes, no."

"But the other stuff?"

"Well I mean I'll tell her we had sex, she knows that much anyway."

"What is your relationship with her?" You ponder the best way to phrase it before answering.

"It is like us yesterday, except without the ropes."

"Really? Minju's wilder than I thought. Do you cum in her?" Now that everything has happened, Hitomi is refreshingly straightforward and direct.

"All the time." Hitomi taps her chin thoughtfully, as if imagining it, or considering it.

"Wow, that's very different, even from my image of her."

"You're one to talk," you snort, and Hitomi just shrugs. You make to leave, and Hitomi has one last gift for you—a chaste kiss.

"Thank you for last night, it was unforgettable."

You return home to Yeji, and you catch her making breakfast.

"Oh, hey oppa, how was Hitomi?"

"Wild, but she promised me not to tell."

"Boo, not even your girlfriend?"

"Not even you, sorry honey. What's for breakfast, do you want help?"

"No, it's okay, it's almost done, go get changed." You kiss her cheek and change out of yesterday's clothes before joining Yeji for breakfast. Your appetite doesn't last long though.

"We need to talk, oppa."