Subterfuge And Submission

“So, they sent you after me? If I had known they would send someone so stunning, maybe I would have tried to get caught sooner.” You scan her—admire her—from head to toe. ”Are heels the best thing to wear on an assignment like this?” you scoff at her choice of gear for a task as difficult as taking you down. “Nevertheless, what’s your name?”

“These heels? Please.” She smirks with a confident bravado that few would dare to show in front of you. “Just wait until you see how nimble I can be, and you won’t be questioning my choice of outfit anymore. And my name? You think you deserve to know that?”

“As much as I’d love to stay and take in your beauty, I have no plans anytime soon to let you or anyone from your organisation capture me. I’ll be going now.” You head to the door on your right to leave the room.

She glides to intercept your path like a ballerina across the glossy wooden floor. She executes a swift grapple to drop you onto your back; her high heel applies the finishing touch—right over your neck.

“Still questioning these high heels now?”

You relax against the cold wooden floor, unintimidated. “I don’t know what they told you about me, but I promise you, you don’t want to do this. Let me go, and you won’t have to get hurt.”

“From where I’m standing, it looks like those rumours are nothing more than myth, and it only takes one foot to keep you down. Go on. Impress me.”

In a flurry, you strike her leg with your palm to bring her to her knees. You use the momentum to overpower Kazuha, then grab hold of her neck and force her down to her back. You transition your hands to her wrists and place your body weight over her to keep her pinned.

“I could kill you if I wanted. So many members of your company failed before you. Do you think I’ve eluded you all for so long because I’m weak?” You lower your face closer to hers and stop just before they touch. A hint of her perfume rises into your nose, a woody scent with floral undertones. She doesn’t blink as she holds your gaze. “As for you, I guess they sent some rookie after me because your resources are thin, either that or someone had a little too much faith in you… Now, I’ll ask again: what’s your name?”

“Kazuha. Maybe that’s my real name, maybe it’s not, but that’s what you’ll call me.” She stifles a giggle with a smirk before continuing, “maybe you could kill me. Maybe you couldn’t. But I know that you won’t.”

“Yet,” you reply promptly.

She glances down at your body, hovering just above her own. “You definitely aren’t weak. So it’s a good thing that I’m not here to fight you.”

“If you aren’t here to fight me, why are you here? If you were after me like the others, this would end in a fight, a pretty one-sided one. What is that you’re actually here for, Kazuha?”

“You have your methods, and I have mine. Sometimes violence isn’t the only answer. Sure, you could take down every operative we send to fight you. Me?” Kazuha pushes her knee up the inside of your thigh, pressing into your crotch. “My methods are a little different.”

“Well, miss Kazuha, if I didn’t know any better, you were sent here to seduce me. Why would the company ever think I’d accept capture in exchange for a fuck?” In a desperate search, she glances side-to-side as you pressure her. The safe room only contained your temporary surveillance equipment at the far side—nothing for her to use. “Some of them are probably friends of yours… Don’t you just hate me for that?” you ask teasingly, trying to force her hand.

“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” Kazuha presses her knee slightly into your crotch, the direction in which a lot of the blood in your body is flowing—causing you to stiffen. “You could have killed me by now. Hell, I could have killed you by now. But we both know that’s not what either of us really wants.”

Her other leg joins the first, tucked between your own. In one fell swoop, she lifts your lower body, and her hands slip from your grasp, then she pulls your head down. You flip forward, crash down the wooden floor and land on your back. Kazuha utilises her athleticism to roll backwards, taking position above you, sitting on your crotch with her hands on your chest.

“Oh, you’re different from the others, alright. So what are you going to do to me? Nakamura Kazuha?"

Startled for a brief second that you knew her identity from the start, Kazuha lets out a soft sigh as she regains her composure and redoubles her efforts.

She leans in close to your ear; the potent concoction of jasmine and cedarwood in her perfume fills your airways, confirming your earlier suspicions. Her breath hits your ear as she whispers, “you know all about me. I know all about you. You know what I want. I know what you want. So what are you waiting for?”

"If you know what I want, you know what I want to be called before I give you what you desire. I also know how dripping wet you are. A powerful woman that just wants to be ruined and railed, don’t you? So let’s both drop this little cat and mouse game, baby girl.”

Kazuha whines lightly at your words. “If you think I’m going to call you what you want without proving you’re worthy, you’re wrong.” She leans back, pushing down on your crotch with measured force. With her arms raised above her head and each hand holding opposite elbows, she asks, “now, how about you get me out of this suit?”

You narrow your eyes at her. Oh, she was a fun one, alright, but you’d make her submit. They always did. You use your upper body strength to lift yourself and your hand to yank at the zipper on the front of her suit, pulling it cleanly to the bottom and exposing panties and lack of a bra underneath. “Not wearing much under the suit, huh? Hot.” You slowly apply your touch, one hand to caress her thigh to turn her into putty.

A soft purr escapes Kazuha’s barely parted lips. She takes one of your hands in hers, pulling your hand onto her toned midriff. “Why would I cover up something this good?” she speaks with a breathy tone as she pulls your hands up her stomach. Your fingers slither up her toned body. “Don’t you agree?” she asks as she trembles at your touch. Take your pick, left or right? Which of her perky tits will you play with first?

Lips first, you lunge forward with a growl, latching on to one as you touch and toy with the other in your hand.

“Mhmm ~. Shit, that’s good, but you have to do more than that.” Kazuha’s hands run through your hair, and then one settles on the nape of your neck, pulling you to her breast. “Yes! There we go."

You break your liplock with her nipple as you ask, "already so sensitive? Are you sure you can handle me?"

"Ye—Ah ~!” you cut her off by taking a light nibble at her pink nipple.

You roughly caress her other breast and pinch the other nipple. The sensation overwhelms her as she lets out a series of low moans.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll continue, baby girl.”

“No!"

You take your free hand and run it back down over her tight stomach, stopping right above her soaked panties. Just the tips of your fingers dig under the lace garment’s hem.

"Say it.”

“No!”

“Say it, baby girl, I know you want to. Say it, and I’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”

“No… No, No, I can’t. I won’t…” You continue to lap at her nipple and pull with your lips. Your other hand rubs the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness soak through. “You want me to touch you, to feel your wet pussy and make you feel good? Say what I want to hear and beg me for it.”

“Please just do it!” You run your fingers right on the edge of her panties, either side of her swollen nub. She pushes her crotch side-to-side, trying to plant her clit on your fingers. The attempt is made in vain as you move your fingers away, increasing her desperation to be touched.

“One magic word. Say it."

"Da— Daddy, please touch me, touch me everywhere. Put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Your baby girl needs it.” Finally. Broken—they never last long—though she did put up an impressive fight.

"That’s my good girl….” You inject your finger into Kazuha’s wanting pussy, sliding in and out, feeling her warmth and slickness. Temporarily detaching from her breasts, you look at her pretty face—twisted in lusting agony.

You kiss her roughly and slide your tongue into her mouth. In a daring expedition of her mouth, you enjoy the sweet taste. Similar to your battle of wills, she attempts to fight tongue-to-tongue, but you force her to concede. To relieve her for just a moment, you pull out the single finger from her warm hole, hovering by the entrance. The second assault begins, this time with a double finger approach. She bites down on both your tongue and her own. Inaudible sounds of pleasure cause vibrations in your mouth as she moans into it.

Your pursuit of her sweet lips continues as you stroke one hand on her silky hair.“Do you want Daddy to taste you now? You’re all ripe from my touch, and you’re soaking wet. I wonder how tasty your juices are, baby girl. Just ask for it—tell me what you want.”

“Daddy, please taste— Ah~!—me, I promise— Ah~!—my sweet juices will satisfy— Ah~!—you,” she pleads through sharp, high-pitched moans as you dig deeper into her.

“Not good enough. Beg."

"Please, please, please, Daddy. Please eat my wet pussy. I need you now, please, Daddy.” Kazuha forces the words out through gritted teeth, holding back her pleasure.

To change positions, you utilise your strength to push Kazuha down on her back and grab her legs. You lower yourself to close her glistening pussy; this causes her to beg for your touch, “ mhmm~ … Daddy, please!”

You pull at the opening in her suit, forcing it further open. She slides her arms out of the sleeves to create enough slack for you to pull the gap down to her thighs. With no way to easily remove them, you hook the fingers of both your hands into her lace panties and pull them apart with a loud rip. “Wha!—Oh my God, Daddy, you don’t waste time. Please eat me, eat me like your favourite meal. Please, Daddy!”

She tastes exquisite. Her addicting liquid fills your mouth and all around it. You slurp and probe your tongue everywhere, covering every inch and hitting her clit several times. You use one hand roughly to stroke her amazingly toned legs and thighs and the other to palm at her breast. Shockwaves of pleasure spike through Kazuha’s body, and her eyes roll back because you hit all the sensitive spots in her pussy.

The robust and defiant character you met has lost all of her resilience at your touch. Kazuha is reduced to nothing but a squirming mess under the spell of your tongue. Her arms flail against the wooden floor in a desperate search for something—anything—to grab hold of. Her hands eventually find the back of your head, and then they bury themselves into your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp.

She throws back her head to the floor in pure bliss. A constant stream of moans escapes her mouth as she forces out a few words amid her pleasure. “Yes… Daddy~ There~! Again! Up! Yes! Please right there!”