“So…what are going to do about it?” Risaki asked with a defiant stance, her chin up with feet slightly apart.

“I’ll use your scarf to good use, Risaki, seeing as how you’ve dressed so nicely for me today.” Kippei bent down to grab her forgotten scarf, pulled it over her eyes, tied it and ran his hands down her curves, giving a tight slap to her behind.

Risaki shivered, being blinded and tied at once is scaring yet exhilirating her. “Let my hands go, Kippei...I promise to be good,” she gasped out.

“Should I give you what you want?” Kippei whispered in her ear, tangling his long fingers in her hair, pulling it lightly, making her head jerk upwards. A waft of his shampoo-washed hair filled her senses.

Every sound and smell was magnified. She could hear the ticking of the office clock, her own heartbeat ringing in her ears, and Kippei’s measured breathing. She faintly tasted a hint of strawberry in the air mingling with his masculine scent.

“Kippei…you smell good,” Risaki whispered back, taking a deep breath.

Chuckling, Kippei softly touched her skin in light caresses, taking his time to admire her blinded profile. “I do love seeing your eyes but you’re beautiful either way, Risaki…” Kippei said, pushing her knees apart.

Risaki felt cold air on her thighs when Kippei slid his hand upwards together with her dress. She made to move to touch him back but only felt air when he moved out of her reach.

“Keep your hands where they are, love,” Kippei’s voiced breezed through the room, waiting for her to set her hands back on the table.

Pouting her glossy lips, Risaki placed her hands behind her. A short pause ensued, with only the sound of their breathing. Just as she made to comment, the sound of a camera shutter went off.

“Ahh…another one to add to my folder,” Kippei sighed. “You really have no idea how you, in that position, all trusting of me, is making me feel.”

Risaki jumped when Kippei’s cold hands grazed the skin at the hem of her dress.

“Kippei…did you just take a picture of me?” Risaki nervously let out.

Stopping his hands from the light touches and settling them over the curve of her waist, Kippei replied, “My dear beautiful Risaki…a picture will never be able to do you justice. It is just a way of me capturing every facet of you.” Stroking the side of her face, he continued, “My most favourite one will still be the one of you in bed, with all the snoring and drool.” Kippei boyishly grinned.

"....the only time I'll drool is with me between your legs," Risaki wittedly countered.

Schooling his features once more upon hearing her remark, Kippei growled, "Risaki...before I'm done with you, you'll be on your knees. Trust me. But now, we have other pressing matters.”

He drew her to him, letting the hard ridge of his pants push against her stomach, all while roughly lifting her up and setting her down on his work desk.

Spreading her legs apart and nudging his crotch against hers, he lowly said, “Risaki, have you been a good girl?”