Stolen Kisses, Purchased Love

Chapter Six: You’re Still An Asshole


On Sundays, Kaiba Corp. was closed. Except for the shipping department that worked in the evening to load the trucks for Monday morning deliveries.
Seto didn’t work this day, but he didn’t show up to check Jou’s outfit until well past ten.
Jou was pawing through the drawers in the room when he made his entrance and the sound of his throat clearing made the blond jump.
“Geez, Kaiba. Scare my socks off, why don’tya?” Jou asked, slamming the drawer shut and leaning against the dresser.
“A little jumpy, are we? And just what were you doing that would cause this?” Seto asked, pushing the blond aside and pulling out the drawer. In it were an assortment of lingerie that were more ’sexy’ than the simple bras, panties and camisoles that had been part of Aoshi’s wardrobe so far. Kaiba lifted a black lace merrywidow with dark purple rosettes along the lower curve of the satin cups and up the tiny straps. “Are you already bored of your current things?” he teased.
“I was curious.” Jou said turning away.
“I see.” Seto said, folding the item and putting it back in its place.
“Kaiba, how long did it take you to collect all this stuff?” Jou asked.
Before answering, Seto indicated that Jou should move to the room’s center and turn around so that he could examine the effect of the outfit he had chosen.
Today, Aoshi was adorned in a mint green cowl-neck sweater and a forest green pleated skirt that rode to just above the knee. Under this, cream colored panties with a matching camisole. Instead of stockings, beige knee high socks with dark green tassels dropped into brown oxford shoes.
Yamata-san had pinned the blond’s hair into two stubby ponytails above Jou’s ears and tied twirling crocheted bows on each.
“I haven’t spent too long, most of it was ordered from a specialty shop. They only required measurements and about a week to make it all.” Kaiba said, circling the irritated young man.
“A week? And where did you get my measurements a week before I got here?” Jou asked, tapping an oxford covered foot.
Kaiba stopped behind him and leaned over his shoulder. “I guessed,” he whispered, “and it wasn’t a week. I paid extra for a rush job.” He added, his breath ghosting across Jou’s ear.
“Oh,” Jou said, his anger deflating.
“Now. Mokuba comes hove every Sunday for dinner. You will not be needed, so I’ll have your meal brought here. After you eat, brush out your hair, touch up your face and change into that.” Kaiba said, pointing to the now closed drawer. “Curiosity will always get you into trouble.”
“And then what?” Jou asked, his voice dry.
“I will be up, eventually.” Kaiba teased, “Oh, and the more slutty you look ,the better,” he added.
Jou’s mouth hung open, as the CEO walked out the door, locking it behind him.

Dinner was an odd event.
Jou felt strange dining on the rolling cart that was delivered for him.
Then, there was the menu.
First there was the appetizers, Oysters.
Then came the soup, Turtle.
And the salad, Ambrosia.
For the main course, Salmon soufflé that was light and airy.
And for desert, strawberries with Crème Brule and champagne.
When the cart was taken away, Jou looked at the clock on the nightstand.
It was only 7:30.
In the bathroom, he stripped out of the outerwear and socks, tossing them into the large hamper.
Keeping on the camisole and panties, he returned to the bedroom, to dig out the merrywidow.
When he pulled open the drawer, he saw what he had missed before.
There were four separate sets with the black and purple number and all had matching sheer thongs.
“Oh. My. Gods!” he said, lifting the black pair with a row of purple rosebuds climbing up the butt-floss.
The merrywidow had hanging garter straps that reminded him of Kaiba’s cryptic parting remark.
“I wonder,” he thought out loud.
He opened the drawer that he remembered Seto getting his tights from the day before. In this were a dozen pairs of tights in all different colors and under these were the fishnets. One pair was dark brown, one off-white and one black with a wide mesh. Jou pulled these out and stared at them.
The top edge was capped with a three inch solid border, but they were net to the toe.
“Oh, Shit!” he said, closing the drawer and grabbing up the rest of his outfit.
Back in the bathroom, he pulled out the ponytails and washed his face clean.
Next he shimmied out of the camisole and panties, standing in front of the mirror in only the chastity belt and the corset.
He pulled a brush through his outgrown locks until his hair hung down in soft waves, not even fluffing in front like he had worn it until now.
He applied dark black lines to his eyes and nearly clumped his lashes with mascara. A coral pink blush went thickly on cheeks and a ruby red colored his lips.
He pulled the merrywidow over the corset and fastened it in place. Next, he worked the stocking up and hooked them, carefully.
Before putting on the thong, he shaved the tiny stubble up his crack and dried it well.
“I need shoes,” he told himself. “What would Mai wear with this?”
After a few rejects, Jou found a pair of black heels with numerous straps crossing the toes, instep and ankle. He mentally dubbed them, ‘Bondage Stilts’.
He was still unsatisfied with the end results, so started digging again.
Jewelry was his answer, finding some four inch hoops as well as a clip on nose decoration and a pile of tiny gold bangle bracelets.
Once on, these jangled seductively.
The clock had moved to 8:50 when he started practicing a sexy walk in the Bondage Stilts.
His mind had convinced him that, could he seduce the brunet, Kaiba would likely allow him another bit of sex play ending in a bone-jarring orgasm like he’d had Saturday morning.
9:30 saw him sitting at the dressing table fiddling with a far full of hair pins.
He had half convinced himself that Kaiba wasn’t going to show by 10:15 when the door flew open and the CEO stood in the opening.
Jou jumped to his feet, nearly falling when one heel buckled under him, but this didn’t stop him from assuming, what he thought was, a slutty pose.
“I see you are capable of coordinating your own outfit. Turn around so I can see it.” Kaiba ordered.
Jou stepped away from the chair using his practiced walk and turned around in front of Seto.
Kaiba didn’t flinch.
Jou stopped after one complete turn and waited on the brunet.
Kaba sat in the still warm chair and motioned Jou closer.
When the blond was in range, Kaiba grabbed an arm and yanked him forward.
Unbalanced by the shoes, Jou fell right onto Kaiba’s lap where he was held, arms dangling, ass in the air.
“Now to teach you a real lesson,” Kaiba said putting his elbow against Jou’s neck.
“Hey, Asshole. Let me up!” Jou cried out, squirming ineffectively.
“No.” Kaiba responded rubbing his free hand across Jou’s exposed ass cheeks. “If you want to know what is in the drawers, ask me before you start snooping.” Kaiba said, taking aim and coming down hard on Jou’s right cheek.
“Ahhh!” Jou cried out as the pain traveled to his brain. “Fucker. That hurts!” he railed.
“My intention,” Kaiba answered. “Now, the lesson. The clothes are yours and I don’t really care if you look at everything, but I want you to ask first.” And he punctuated his statement by evenly spaced slaps, alternating from one side to the other. “Also, you only wear what I tell you, unless you ask for something special.” No slaps during this as Kaiba rubbed the pink flesh.
“Yeah, right. Okay!” Jou said, trying to rise.
“Not done.” Kaiba said, pushing him back. “You out-did yourself on this, what was your goal?” he asked.
“I was hoping for a hand job!” Jou admitted, hoping honesty would get him a reprieve.
“I see.” Kaiba answered, bluntly.
Jou waited for more swats or to be released. What he got, shocked him.
Kaiba reached into his pocket and took out a key. He put this into a keyhole in the bottom drawer of the dressing table.
Jou couldn’t see what was in the drawer so he waited tensely.
Kaiba pulled something out, then pulled the back of the thong aside.
His elbow pushed harder, bending Jou and forcing his ass higher.
Something cold touched him at the opening of his ass and pushed insistently.
“What the fuck, Kaiba?” Jou complained but his position made it hard to resist and whatever it was slid in with a quick biting pain and nestled in place. When Kaiba lifted his hand, it was jerked a little telling Jou there was a wire attached.
“Give me your hands, one at a time.” The brunet ordered and Jou bent his elbow till one hand was across his back. A cold click and his wrist was in the magnetic bracelet. “Put it against the bottom of the chair leg.” he was ordered.
When both wrist were stuck tight, near the floor, Kaiba shifted one knee between his stocking covered legs and forced them apart.
“If you can, you may cum all you like.” Kaiba said, just before he clicked something and a soft vibration filled Jou’s canal, tingling menacingly against his prostate.
“Ohh,” he moaned as it rode around his insides and started inflating his dick.
“Feels good?” Kaiba asked and Jou nodded vehemently, “Maybe too good.” Kaiba said as the humm became a buzz and then a zing!
“Oh, Ah! Fuck!” Jou cried as his dick throbbed in its prison, not even held close to his spread thighs for any friction. Jou’s body had begun rocking uselessly. “Gods, Kaiba. Please!” he cried not sure how to explain this need to the brunet.
“Please?” Seto purred from his place. “Please what, Aoshi?”
“Ahhh! Ohh. More, Please!” Jou cried hoping that Seto would aid him.
“More?” Kaiba repeated. “Good, idea.”
Suddenly, a flat handed slap shocked the blond, adding the sting of pain to the zing of pleasure flowing into his gland.
“Ohhh!!!” Jou groaned, still rocking with the rhythm his body craved.
Another slap, then another and another.
Six, maybe seven in a row had the blond writhing and begging.
When the blows stopped, Seto tugged on the wire just before clicking it again, sending so much vibration into Jou that he couldn’t form a coherent word.
His wrists were sore from pulling against the restraints and his dick was cool at the top from leaking pre-cum all over himself. His legs hurt from the strain of holding their position as he wriggled across the CEO’s lap.
“Do you want more, still?” Kaiba cooed into his ear.
Jou wasn’t sure what it meant, but he nodded vigorously anyway.
This time, the slaps were quick and repeated many times.
Jou screamed as his body reacted and the flow of semen forced its way through the added bends in his system.
He jerked and twitched but Kaiba continued to rain spankings across his bright red ass and the bullet kept up mercilessly stimulating his body, until the release became more painful than the punishment of his skin.

Afterward, Kaiba cleaned up the mess and washed away the tear-stained make-up. Then, he laid Jou face down in the middle of the bed to gently rub a cool cream across the flaming flesh of his butt.
The brunet froze every time Jou winced at his touch but Jou never actually complained.
Once the covers were pulled up and the toys cleaned and put away, Kaiba brushed the blond’s hair out of his eyes to see the content look on Jou’s face, then he headed for the door.
He had a busy day tomorrow and needed some sleep.
As he turned the doorknob, he heard a soft voice, “Kaiba? Can I look at the clothes in the drawers?” and he looked back to see Jou’s honey brown eyes looking at him through his fallen bangs.
“Anytime you would like.” The brunet answered.
“Thanks,” Jou said, smiling. “It wasn’t a hand job, but it 'was' intense.”
“You’re welcome.” Kaiba said, smiling.
“You’re still an Asshole, you know?” Jou called out.
“Of course,” Kaiba said, exiting.


So, I am waiting for the wonderful guesses at what I am thinking and planning.
I love to hear your suggestions and ideas, but like I said before, I tend to be about five chapters of writing ahead of my typing and I would have trouble changing what is already part of the story.
Don't let that stop your comments, cause I have other babies that could benefit.
As I didn't get much attention, I will probably just work on my other story for awhile, (hint, hint.)