The door closed with a click. Locking her door was something foreign to Haru. The assistants knew to always knock first, and her father had never given her a reason to make it a habit. But now, there was a finality to it that Haru enjoyed. "Is that totally necessary?" Makoto tucked a stray hair behind her ear. A nervous tic. "Didn't you tell them not to disturb us." "It's not for them," Haru said. "Oh. I see" Haru thought it had sounded good in her head, but the way Makoto's eyes widened before falling to the ground sent a thrill through Haru. "Don't worry." Haru smiled sweetly. "I'll take good care of my Mako." Makoto bunched her legs. She sat at the edge of the bed, and it was tall enough that her feet dangled. A bench was pushed up against the foot of it, and Haru stepped over to it. There were a lot of things she didn't enjoy about her father's legacy; a million dollar empire that had landed on her shoulders, the way that some spoke her name with a reverence that bordered on fear, or having the world watching, waiting, to see what she would do. But there were benefits. Haru let her fingers hover over the bench. Lined up on the bench was a collar, a blindfold, a pair of padded handcuffs. At the end was a harness and a pink strap-on. She had made sure to do her research. Money wasn't an object―not really, not to her. She was aware of Makoto watching her. Haru had never done anything like this before, but she'd seen plenty of it, and one of her favorite parts was the anticipation, watching as time ticked by and the other person grew more restless. So, she took her time. In the corner of her eye, Makoto was rubbing her thumb over the palm of her hand. "Should I…?" she trailed off. "You're fine right where you are." The collar was black with threaded embroidery. Haru picked it up and let her thumb bump over it. There was a ring for clipping a tag on. Testing it, her finger fit easily. The handcuffs were stainless steel with a velvet padding that felt soft to the touch when Haru traced it with her finger. Haru stepped back around. "Lift that pretty chin of yours," she said. Makoto did. Haru felt her tense when the leather touched her neck, and again when she slipped the tooth through the hole, cinching it tight. "Good girl." Haru traced the collar from the back to the front, tugging at the ring. A noise caught in Makoto's throat. "Aren't you?" Makoto squirmed. Haru shoved her thumb under her chin to meet her gaze. "Aren't you?" she said again. Red rose in Makoto's face. Her gaze tracked to a corner, her features tight. That was okay. Small steps. Haru didn't have a problem with taking small steps. She let her hand drop away. "Let's get you comfortable." Haru guided Makoto onto her back, her head on a pillow, Haru straddling her hips. "Show me your hands." "Like this?" Makoto held them up and Haru took them by the wrist. A tight enough grip to show control, but not enough to bruise. She guided them between the bars of her headboard before fitting the handcuffs around them. They clicked close, teeth biting into the mechanism, until the padding was tight with Makoto's wrists. When Haru pulled, the chain caught on the bar with a satisfying sound. "That's much better." But, not enough. Haru twisted around to grab the blindfold. She had been on the fence about it, but now it seemed like the last piece of a puzzle. It was black. The material was thick and woven tightly and Haru had tried it on once. Even with her lights on and her curtains thrown open, it had bloated out the world. She slipped it over Makoto's eyes. "Perfect." Makoto fidgeted. She was still wearing her school uniform; a long white sleeve turtleneck and her buttoned up black vest. From under the plaid skirt that identified her as a student of Shujin, her black stockings reached down her legs. Haru let her hands drift down the curve of Makoto's body before beginning to pluck at the buttons of her vest. "We'll have to get this out of the way," Haru said, popping another button. When it fell open, Haru let herself appreciate the way Makoto's brow was bunched, her fingers curling and uncurling with nervous energy. She played with the hem of the turtleneck, thumb tracing the bare skin between the shirt and her skirt, before hooking it and slowly pushing it up. The chains clinked. Makoto made a sound. The turtleneck was bunched up above her bra, exposing her body. Feather-light, Haru's fingers smoothed up her waist. Makoto tensed, and her breath hitched, the chains clinking again. "It's okay." Haru said. "You're doing very well." "O―Okay." Haru hummed. Her body was warm against her palm. Haru slipped a hand under her bra, and Makoto tensed again. With her thumb, Haru bumped over her nipple, earning a squeak. She did it again, and Makoto brought her knees in, her back arching. "You don't need to hold it in." Haru did it again, and Makoto gasped. "I want to hear you." With her other hand, she smoothed down her stomach and around her waist, finding her thigh. She moved up under her skirt until she found exposed skin, and followed it to the edge of her underwear. There was already a wet spot, which Haru pressed a finger to, following the crease. Makoto jerked. "So excited already." Haru rubbed over the fabric, enjoying the way her muscles drew tight, before slipping it under the panties and pressing a finger to her soaked pussy. "Haru," Makoto gasped. "Yes?" Haru pressed harder. Her finger teased at her entrance, slipping back and forth over it. Makoto's hips rose up into it. When she thumbed over her nipple again, a whimper spilled from Makoto. "Use your words," Haru hummed, rubbing faster. Makoto's face creased with humiliation. But her lips moved, soundlessly at first. "Pl―Please." A thrill rode through Haru. Her voice was quiet, reserved, but hearing the first crack in her demeanor made her body warm. "Do you want it?" Haru leaned in, groping her breast under the bra. Makoto struggled, wrists tugging on the handcuffs, until Haru rubbed over her entrance again, and then she gaspsd. "Please," she said. "Please." "That's not an answer." A whimper cracked from her. "I do," she said, voice tight. Haru slipped her finger in. Makoto went tight around it. Wet and warmth hugged to it as she moved it in and out, to the knuckle. She curved it up, pressing against her walls. A moan rolled from her, only for it to be stifled. Haru added a second, scissoring them, making her spread. Her pussy clenched, stuttering, strangled noises. Haru went faster, her knuckles rubbing the fabric on the inside of her underwear. She took her nipple between two fingers and rolled it. A shock launched through Makoto, a cry rising from her, her knees coming together. "You don't need to hold it in," Haru said again, her own voice breathy. She pressed deep, and Makoto moaned again, but this time it was rich and full. Her hips worked into Haru's fingers. Heat gripped them as she slicked them in and out, in and out, until she felt Makoto begin to tense. Haru slowed down, edging her rising orgasm. Makoto squirmed. She moved her hips more desperately, seeking the filling feeling. She ground, unabashed whimpers spilling from her. And then Haru pulled out, leaving her teetering. Makoto groaned her frustration. "Not yet," Haru said. "Please." "Not yet." Satisfaction coiled in her stomach. Watching Makoto squirm, her hips moving against nothing, she felt the control she had. She reached back to grab the strap and slipped it on. She tightened it, the straps flush with her hips. The dildo sprouted from the ring in the middle. "Lets get those knees up," she said, palming her thigh. Makoto let her guide her knees to her chest. Haru pulled at her underwear, slipping it up her legs, exposing her wet pussy. Haru hummed and thumbed over it. Makoto jumped at the contact. She circled around her clit, bumping over it a few times, watching the jolts shock through Makoto before she shuffled forward. When the strap pressed against her, Makoto went tense. Haru reached up, smoothing her palm up her exposed belly. "You'll be okay," she said. "I'll take good care of you. Okay?" Makoto made an embarrassed noise and gave a tight nod. Haru gripped the strap and slipped it back and forth over her entrance before letting it rest against it, and then pushing in. A tight gasp pushed from Makoto. The chains clinked against the bar again, and Haru watched her legs bunch up. With a rocking motion, she worked the first inch in and out, before slipping in another, and then another. Each inch made Makoto jerk, her face creasing with effort. "You're doing so good for me." Haru worked in another, and Makoto whimpered. "You're doing so good, Mako." When the base of the strap bumped into her hips, Makoto muffled a moan. Haru let it sit in her while her hand drifted back down to thumb over her clit. It sent another shock through Makoto, her hips jumping back into Haru's strap. And then she started to work it back out, inch by inch, the dildo slick with Makoto's excitement now. "Good girl." Haru pushed back in, Makoto opening up around the dildo effortlessly. It sank to the base with a low, rolling moan from her. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" Haru worked her thumb faster. Makoto squirmed, pulling on the bar, her body curling. Small noises of agreement caught in her throat. But that wasn't enough "I said, aren't you?" Haru said, flicking over her clit. Makoto squeaked, and moaned. "I―" her voice was small and shaky, uncertain. "I― I am." Sparks rippled up Haru's spine. "You are what?" "I― I am," Makoto said again. "I'm― I'm a good girl." "Yes you are," Haru said, her breathing faster than she had realized. Warmth was blooming in her stomach. "You're my good girl." With her other hand, Haru played with the strap of Makoto's bra before unhooking it. It fell open, her breasts spilling out. Red rushed to her cheeks. The sight made Haru's breath hitch. Each pump of the strap had it slick in quicker, easier, which let Haru go faster. Makoto inched back and forth, her breasts bobbing with her. Her lips were pulled back, small, pitched gasps in her throat each time Haru made her take the whole length, bringing her right back to the edge. "Haru," Makoto whimpered. "Not yet," Haru said, and went faster, angling so the head of the strap rubbed up. Makoto writhed. Haru clapped their hips together, and a moan rolled from her, her body drawing tight. "Please," she gasped. "Not yet." Makoto let out a cracked whine. Haru thumbed over her clit with a harsh stroke and Makoto jerked and then groaned, shivers running through her legs. "Not yet," Haru said again. "I can't― I can't―" "Yes you can." Haru ground against her, the strap bumping against her walls, deep. "My Mako can hold it, just a little longer." Makoto choked, another shiver working up through her body, her head tossing. The chains scraped the bars, her knees pulling tight to her. Watching her struggle made Haru feel like fire was spreading through her body. Having such authority, such control, it was exciting. With steady pumps of the strap, Haru leaned in, pushing Makoto's knees higher, letting her reach deeper. Her wetness glistened on her thighs. It left a growing wet spot on the comforter but Haru didn't mind. "You're being so good. So good for me." "I'm trying." Another jolt shot through Makoto that ended in almost pained whimpers. "I know, I know." Haru went slower, rougher. She didn't want to push her over the edge. Not yet. Haru wanted to hear her beg for it. "No, no." Makoto let out a deep groan. She threw her hips back. "Please, don't stop." "You can ask nicer than that." "Please, please." Her back curved. The chains struck the bar again, the handcuffs straining. "Please, don't stop." "So desperate, aren't you?" Haru began to build speed again. Makoto let out an appreciative gasp. "I am." She moved back with Haru in jarring movements. "I am, please, let me― let me―" "Go on," Haru said sweetly, reaching forward and hooking her collar again. She yanked it, pushing her face into Makoto's. "Cum for me." Like the pressure had built up under Haru's thumb and she suddenly took it away, Makoto came. Her jaw went tight. Whimpering moans broke from her as she twisted. Haru kept a steady rhythm. She didn't stop, even when the shudders died away. Makoto arched, chattering. "Too― Too much it's― Too much." "You can give me one more." Haru rolled her clit and thrust deep and Makoto lurched. "One more, just for me." "I―" she choked. Makoto tried to move her hips away but there was nowhere else for her to go. "Just for me," Haru hummed, pumping faster. Haru watched as her features tightened again. The overstimulation pulled her face into a grimace. Haru relished it. And then she came again, mouth slack, groaning as this time the shudders came on more violently. "Good girl. There's a good girl." Haru rocked into Makoto, slowly, as the forced orgasm pushed through her in waves. Haru kept her thrusts consistent, egging it on for as long as she could. When they tapered off, Haru slipped out. Makoto winced at the friction. Small twitches were still working through Makoto. Her chest heaved. Her breaths thinned into shivering whines. Haru slipped off the blindfold and she blinked her eyes open, bleary. "You did very, very good," Haru said, cupping her cheek and smoothing over it with a thumb. Makoto was still trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she said. Haru let out a short laugh and kissed her nose before pulling the lever on the handcuffs. They fell away and Makoto slowly brought her arms to curl around Haru and pull her in. "Thank you," she said again. Haru left soft pecks her neck. "Anything for my Mako."