Strawberry

Chapter Ten:


Hinata-sama had said that there would be a guest coming to watch and maybe join in on their play, Neji had been told to wait by the door and lead them to the playroom once they had arrived. After he had received his orders Hinata-sama had left to prepare her self and their playroom. The teen rubbed the tops of his thighs; they hurt from sitting in this position for so long, forty minutes of waiting was beginning to take its toll.

The brunette wondered who was coming. Hinata Sama had taken the time to dress him up so the person had to be worth impressing. His nails were painted cobalt blue to match his tongue ring with a thin white stripe down the side of his thumbnail, and Hinata-sama had dressed him in all white. White loose sweats that hung low on his lips, a long sleeved white fitted shirt that buttoned up the back and had a deep V neck to show off his collar and expose his slender neck and white slippers like the martial artist often wore. She had even taken the time to do his hair in a French braid a few choice strands were left out of the tight weave to frame his face.

All of the sudden there was a knock at the door and Neji was up on his feet unlocking and pulling the door open as he tried to stifle the anxiousness that had some how welled up in his stomach. He did not expect it to be the red headed bastard who had made his life miserable. “What are you doing here?”

“I was invited.”

The elder’s blood ran cold for a moment before he glared hotly at the other man. Pale fingers curled into palms so hard that they threatened to split the skin. Neji forced the words that felt like a death sentence to out of his mouth. “Come in…”

Garra walked right past him head high and an overbearing air of superiority around him.

“Follow me.” Neji walked briskly through the apartment to the back elevator and hit to call button. He watched the doors slide back with a glare, he would have to make his face completely neutral by the time the elevator reached the lower level.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I was called, by your master at that.” Garra smirked and leaned against the cool wall of the lift. “She said that I was in for a show. So I want to see what could possibly be so interesting.”

The lift door slid open and Neji swallowed all emotion and set his eyes on the ground. He waited until the other man exited to leave peering though his lashes to find his mistress. Once he located her he came to her and kneeled by her feet pressing his lips to a beautiful porcelain ankle in greeting.

“Good boy.” She murmured as she sat on her heels to meet his level. Giving him a firm kiss, followed by a small nip to his lower lip. “I want you to behave especially well today. If you do anything to upset me tonight I assure you-- you wont appreciate the consequences.” She turned to her guest and smiled softly beckoning him over.

Garra leaned down and pressed his lips against Hinata’s for a moment before he allowed her to lead him to a leather recliner. “So I’m I watching-”

“For now.” The woman seemed to glide away, the bottom of her white gown moving fluidly and hiding her bare feet from view. Hinata hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Neji’s white pants and tugged them down to his knees. “Down.”

“Yes ma’am.” Neji replied automatically and lowered himself to a low squat. His weight was balanced on the balls of his feet as he sat steadily on his heels, knees spread, and his hands were each clutching the opposite elbow behind his back. The floor was hard the air was cold but he did his best to remain passive, he would give double his effort to following orders. Garra wouldn’t see him at anything but his best and his mistress would be pleased at his efforts.

Hinata allowed her lips to curl in pleasure as she examined her pet. He really was handsome when he was like this, his pale skin on display, cock half hard and swelling and that impossibly determined look across his face.

“Shirt off, darling.”

He removed the shirt without a moment’s hesitation. Exposing his milk white skin to the lustful eyes that drank in the sight greedily. His nipples were a light pink and beginning to become rigid under the attention and temperature in the room.

“Very good, hold position.” Hinata slid her the pads of her fingertips down her boy’s back with a small smile. He was truly beautiful— unyielding, strong, calm, lithe and tame-- and was hers in the purest and truest way.

She reached down to stroke the flesh that was nestled between the two pale muscular thighs. She started at the root her delicate fingers reaching under the stiff organ to the lightly fuzzed balls behind it. She rolled and squeezed them fondly before she ran her fingers lightly along the underside of the reddening pillar.

Neji shuddered and closed his eyes as he braced himself. He wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t even twitch he’d just remember that this was all about self-control. Those thoughts flew out of the window once he felt his foreskin pulled back and the sensitive glands being stroked with a slick finger.

Hinata let out a pleased grunt when she saw her cousin’s hips buck forward. She pressed against the glands again making him jerk once more and over balance himself. His hands shot out before him in an attempt to break his fall.

“You moved.” She stated before placing her foot on his back forcing his torso to the floor. “Hold position.” This time the order was accompanied by a light kick to the thigh.

Neji took the command to heart and froze. The only motion was the slight rise and fall caused by his breathing. Obedience was key at this point in time. Hinata sama would see that he was all she’d ever need.

“Garra,” She called to the man who seat lax and entranced on the plush leather chair. “Come, fuck him.”

Neji’s eyes flew open, multiplying in size. She couldn’t be serious? Was she? Should he move—no. No the order was not move. This was a scare tactic it had to be. Neji kept his pale frightened eyes on his Mistress’ guest as he rose from the sofa and paced past Neji’s left and around him and the buckle of his belt being unfastened.

Garra glanced at the prone and offered body on the floor and let out a long breath. In one abrupt movement he pulled Hinata over by the fabric of her dress and shoved her towards the chair. She stumbled forward and caught herself both and bracing her on the seat of the chair.

“Don't either of you dare move.” His voice was deceptively place as he doubled over his belt to make a thick and menacing leather strap. He pressed one hand on he small of the woman’s back, staying her in her bent position, head low and ass high in the air. It was then that he pulled back his arm and let the belt fly.

Neji’s mouth became thick and his limbs grew weak as he watched his mistress receive a dozen sound and painful lashes. She had attempted to take them stoically but failed after the third and rewarded Garra for his effort with a few hoarse shouts, high pitched yips and half cocked sobs.

The red head stooped down and gripped the hem of the fine white gown and slowly peeled it up until the fabric as piled on Hinata’s back. Her usually milk white thighs and rump were now the residence of twelve bright red stripes. “I am not your little fuck toy. I thought I made that perfectly clear to you.” He smacked her briskly, leaving an angry red hand print on her left buttock. Before he reached under her. Stroking her belly before moving lower until he brushed against the soft folds of her most intimate places. He folded the dripping flesh fondly patting it once as one would a dog before drawing his hand away and holding it to her mouth. “You do not order me around. ” he murmured ass she suckled her own juiced from his fingertips obediently and docile.

And though Hinata was dizzy and near blind with pain she managed to recall the conversation she had with Garra on the topic of their relationship. It seemed so long ago that she was pressed against the shed wall with her skirt rucked up and her back gaining grass stains.

He slid a single finger into her heat and rubbed her wet walls slowly but firmly. “You like pain Hinata. I know you do. It turns you on better than anything else. If I took that belt I tied your hands with and hit your thighs you’d cry and whine and moan- but you’d be wet. And after I fuck you senseless you’d want to do it again.

“I own you. You are mine. The perfect little fuck. Nice tits, perfect ass and pretty face at that. You’re such a tight and willing fuck too. I bet your first had nothing but praise for you.” Garra pinched Hinata’s nipples and pulled her close to himself. She was now drawn up on her knees, torso leaning on his chest her head cradled into the nape of his neck. Garra held her waist with one arm and flipped up her gray uniform skirt. He ran his hand lightly over her round globes and then cupped her second pair of lips in his palm.

Tears began to leak from her eyes and she sniffed. She pulled back slightly and burrowed her face into his chest. Before she knew it she was drawn into his embrace. This boy may not be her master but he did own her.

Hinata was pulled from her reminiscence with a snap of Garra’s fingers and his commanding voice though neither was aimed at her. She glanced over her shoulder past Garra her lavender eyes focused on Neji who was rising to his feet, looking detached and somehow focused at the same time. She watched as he reached forward. She lost sight of his hand but felt its all too familiar presence cupping her sex.

“You see,” Garra prompted, “she gets off on pain, your pain, her pain—any pain. It makes her wet and needy. A rough fuck is just a tide over for her, she needs mastery just as much as you do. So I’m taking over now.”

“Fuck you.” the older male barked furiously.

“No. you will be fucking her.” The whistle of the belt cutting the air was punctuated by Neji’s yelp. “get to it.”

He most certainly did, Hinata noted. She gasped as he entered her cunt a little more roughly than she expected. Her body’s own lubricant helped ease the friction so that it became bearable. All too soon she was lost in the rhythm of the shallow thrusts, the sting the made her shiver every time a welt was struck by her cousin’s thighs, His larger warm body over her own and his heaving breaths in her ear. Just as she felt the pressure building up to an all time high in her core all movement ceased.

“No!” She snarled trying to push back and get back the sensations that had stopped, but it was pointless. Neji’s hips were captured in Garra’s vice grip and immobile. “What’s taking so long!” She craned her head up to catch sight of her pet. His eyes were watery slits and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. That expression spoke of the one thing Neji fought with all his might— penetration.

Hinata turned back to the black leather of the sofa and pressed her forehead to the cool material. Garra would own them both after this—They would be irrevocably and entirely his. He would fuck her using Neji’s body as an extension of his own and then he would also fuck Neji. Claiming him in a way that was impossible for her.

As the movement started again Hinata’s senses radiated outward. She was aware of everything. She could hear the echo of their grunts, the slapping of skin. Garra’s possessive hand held her by the hip and forced Neji to remain between them. She felt the pace Garra had set through Neji--slow and torturous. The burning in her belly would consume her entirely if this continued. Luckily it didn’t her body convulsed under the strain of pleasure and remaining in her assigned position.

When Hinata’s tight wet walls convulsed Neji panted wildly and tried to speed up the pace of his thrust. All that earned him was an unforgiving hand clutching his hair and forcing him to heel to The other man’s speed.

Garra relished the moans and whimpers of the two bodies beneath him. He’d have Hinata and her pet as well. And they would defer to him, because that was what he wanted. He came with a breathless sigh. Still pumping into the brunette before him until every drop of sperm was deep with in him.

With slow silent steps Garra withdrew from the tangle and moved behind the back of the chair. He looked at the pair before him. Twin faces looking up at him a sweaty and sinful sight that he’d enjoy for years to come. With a small quirk of his lips Garra nodded, enjoying the bliss on Neji’s face as he finally came.


~The end

Holy shit. I can’t believe it took me two years (last update being 2008-02-18) to update, sorry about that every one. Well I hope you enjoyed the story. I have to finish up lemons before I contemplate whether ‘m going to finish plotting out part three or not (let alone posting it)

Please feed the author, reviews are her favorite (along with brownies)