What Seto Wants

Seto didn’t hear anything from Lee for two days. It was the weekend so he didn’t see her at school. The memory of the kiss still burned his lips; he could still taste her in his mouth. He wanted more. He knew she wanted him as well. It wasn’t only the kiss that proved that. She was Duke Devlin’s sister; she could use his duelling stadiums. She had used Seto’s, had wanted to get into his building, into his mind.

He was back in his office, Mokuba had wanted to spend the day together but Seto needed the time alone. He couldn’t concentrate around his brother. The phone rang; he hesitated before picking it up. If it was a business call his brain might melt. He growled internally, this ridiculous girl had taken away his business abilities. She’d reduced him to little more than her pet. But, he wanted her. He picked up the phone and the sound of her voice flooded his system.

“Are you ever going to call me?” He smiled to himself, she wanted his attention.

“I did call you. It was your turn.” He needed to regain control. He may want her but he was Seto Kaiba, he was always in charge.

“And so here I am. I called.”

“Yeah, I see that.” He couldn’t think of a quip, none of his usual wit sprang to mind. He cursed himself. He wanted control. He needed it. “So, what did you want?”

She laughed quietly into the phone, the sound warmed him in places he did not expect. “I want you, Seto. I thought you knew that.” It took all his effort to moan down the phone. How did she do this to him?

“Do you always get what you want?” He needed to play her game. He didn’t want to be reduced to lust when he could still win over her. He couldn’t stop his hand sliding down his shirt to the bulge in his trousers. She was intoxicating.

“Not all the time. Maybe I won’t get what I want this time. And maybe you won’t either.” She was teasing him now, her voice quiet and seductive. She must know what he was doing. He quietly undid his zip and took his full length into his hand. Had to keep focus though. Had to remain calm. He laughed.

“I’m a billionaire company owner. How could you possibly know what I want?”

“You are not an ordinary man, Seto. But you are a man nonetheless, I can guess what you want.” He grunted, both from annoyance and lust. He was working himself with his free hand. His hips thrusting into his hand. For a second he could pretend it was her, her hand, her mouth, around his stiffness. He could do nothing but pant into the phone. She’d won, and she knew it.

“Mmm, Seto, I can just imagine the scene there. I can almost…taste the tension.” He moaned, there was nothing more he could do. She laughed again. “Oh Seto, I don’t like you having all the fun without me.”

“So come here.” He managed to grunt down the phone at her. The image of her walking in, walking to him was almost too much to contain.

“I don’t think so. I want you, Seto. So badly that I may have to take some time to myself after this phone call. Your voice does things to me.” He moaned again. She continued. “And I want you to do things to me. Bad things. I want you inside me, Seto. I want to lie back and let you take me over. I know men like you, Seto. You want control. I want to let you have it. Have me.”

He came them. He couldn’t help it. He dropped the phone as he spurted all over his desk, moaning her name. After the waves of pleasure had subsided, he picked the phone back up. She was waiting patiently for him to say something. He finally managed to string a few words together

“Come to my place at eight. Do not be late.”

* * * *

It was Mokuba who answered the door. He opened it to find a young woman, exceptionally pretty, standing on his doorstep.

“Um….Hi. Who are you?”

“I’m Lee. I’m a friend of Seto’s, I was at the duelling arena with Yugi the other day." Her long, red hair cascaded down her back. She was wearing nothing special, jeans and a sweatshirt, but Mokuba could tell why her brother was friends with her. Why he had invited her over.

“Oh yeah! Hi again! I’m Mokuba. Seto’s my brother. Come on in, I’ll take you to his office.” She looked around inside the massive house. It was beautiful and, at the same time, empty. She looked down at Mokuba, feeling some pity for the small boy. He must be lonely all on his own. He was pointing out rooms to her as they passed. She stopped when she saw one full of instruments.

“Oh, wow, Mokuba. Who plays all of these?”

He shrugged. “No-one. They’re just there. Can you play?”

“Guitar, not well.” Before she knew it he’d taken her hand and was dragging her into the room. He passed her a guitar and sat on the floor. As much as she wanted to see Seto, she couldn’t leave the boy, it seemed mean.

“Come on, Lee. Play for me, please?”

And she did. Strummed the guitar a few times, tuned it slightly then sang him a song. Nothing complicated, just soft and reassuring. When she finished he was smiling.

“Oh man, that was so cool.”

“Yes, it was.” A deeper voice from the doorway. They both turned to see Seto leaning on the doorframe. The light behind him accentuated his body perfectly, the slim hips, the well defined chest. As her gaze finally met his, Lee saw he had an eyebrow raised, clearly he’d noticed her appraisal of him.

“Big brother, did you hear? She’s amazing.” Lee laughed a little self-consciously and brushed her hair behind her ear. Seto still leaned in the doorway, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Well I’m glad you had fun detaining her, Mokuba.” He was smiling now so neither of them took his tone seriously. Mokuba grinned, waved and Lee and began to leave the room.

“You’ll play for me again, right?” When she nodded he whooped “All right!” And he left the room, leaving Lee and Seto alone. He inclined his head in the direction of the hall and walked out, she followed. He was smiling to himself, this was his domain now, he was prepared for her, and he would win this time.

She gasped when they entered his study, it was not cold like the rest of the house, it was beautiful. Light streamed in over bookshelves and paperwork. Seto stopped by the window and turned to her, smirking again.

“You may want to shut the door.” Lee grinned, the games were beginning. She went to the door, shut it slowly and, very obviously, turned the large, metal key. When she turned back he looked pleasantly surprised.

“Why so shocked, Kaiba? I would have thought you wouldn’t want to involve your little brother in anything that takes place in this room.” He nodded at her, still watching her. Clearly it was her move.

She knew he wanted to play. She knew he wanted dominance over her, to prove that he wasn’t her slave. She sat down in one of the leather chairs and turned to him. His eyes were on her legs, her breasts, then her face. He was still silent. She couldn’t help herself.

“Yes?” It was only one word from her but he knew she was willing to follow his lead. He smirked.

“You called me Kaiba.”

“I did.”

“You’ve never done that before.” He stepped away from the window, a step closer to her. “Why did you do that?” She laughed.

“Oh, well, you were just so…imposing that I felt the need to formalise this.”

“There was nothing formal about you checking me out.” She laughed and stood up, she moved slowly to sit on the end of his desk, a few feet away from him.

“Well if you weren’t so hot maybe it wouldn’t have happened. I blame you entirely.”

He moved then, only a few steps forward to where she was sat. His lips met hers like a hurricane. One hand in her hair, the other on the desk, leaning into her. She met his kiss with a fury of her own, lips meshing together again and again. She reached out with both hands and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She moved her knees apart so he was stood between them. The furious kiss abated, leaving them standing, breathing heavily, a fraction apart. She was the first to speak.

“Well, there was nothing formal about that.”

He growled playfully and met her mouth again. This kiss had less fury and more passion. Her mouth opened to his immediately, willing him in. His lips moved from her mouth to her chin, her neck. He slid his hand from her hair to brush aside the neck of her top, kissing along her collarbone. She was holding his mouth against her now, her hands twisting in his hair. Her other hand tightened against his shoulder as he unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing a strappy t-shirt underneath. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes so blue it almost hurt. He kissed her again as his hand moved to her breast.

She moaned into his mouth as her squeezed it, urging him on. He slid his hand under her t-shirt and began to caress her over her bra, lightly, teasingly. She tried to pull him closer but he stepped away completely, the smirk back on his face. He looked at her and saw her face flushed with pleasure yet to come. He walked away into the room.

“Now, now, Lee. Maybe I want to make you earn this.” She would have thought this would shock her but it didn’t, she’d expected this. He still wanted to play.

She swung around to him, crossing her legs ever so slowly. She bit her lip and looked up at him.

“Very well, Mr Kaiba, how can I earn you?” As she spoke, she trailed one hand lazily from the side of her face down her neck and stopped just above her cleavage, pushing her t-shirt down slightly. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She decided if this was going to happen, she was going to play to win. She moved her hand onto her breast and squeezed, letting him see the pleasure in her face. Letting him watch. Using both hands she continued to rub her breasts while still looking at him.

“Just window shopping, are we?” It was her turn to smirk at him as he managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts. He wasn’t ashamed that he was staring; he just didn’t know how to function properly when she was doing that.

She stood up and walked to him, one hand still caressing her cleavage.

“Why fight this, Seto? You have me. Take me.” The last two words were whispered into his ear and she rubbed her free hand against his trousers. He put his face into her neck and pulled her closer to him as her hand built up a rhythm. As soon as he moaned into her neck, she pulled away, grinning.

“Well? How did I do?” He could barely stand he wanted her so much. He drew her in for another kiss, one full of lust and promise. She returned it with more vigour than he was expecting, she was as turned on as he was. While still kissing her he drew her to a door on the other side and the room and opened it.

They almost fell into his bedroom, their bodies entangled. He drew away from her mouth for a few seconds in order to let her gasp and the beauty of the room before he returned to his position at her lips. She managed to pull the door shut before he pushed her up against it, their bodies touching. Both his hands were on her breasts now, struggling under the material. She pushed him away and flung her shirt off over her head, letting it fall to their feet. He growled his appreciation and grasped her closely to him. She turned quickly and stepped away from him.

She could feel him watching her as she walked slowly away. He realised this was part of the game. She sat on the bed and removed her trainers and socks, leaving on her jeans. She lay in the middle of the bed, propped up on her elbows. She was stunning. He walked to her but she held up a hand.

“Manners, Seto. No shoes on the bed.” He tried to restrain himself and managed her task at a steady rate, then raised an eyebrow at her. She looked up at him. “I’m leading by example, no shirts either.” She grinned at him. He tapped one hand thoughtfully against his chin then smiled at her.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” She pouted at him and sat up, sliding to the edge of the bed. She didn’t stand up as she reached for the buttons on his shirt, staying at waist level.

Ever so slowly she unbuttoned him and slid his shirt back over his shoulders. He shuddered slightly at her touch. She ran her hands down his perfectly formed chest, caressing every part of him. He put his head back and shuddered at her touch.

Her hands reached his belt, as she unclasped it, she laid her mouth against his chest. As her hands slid down his tightly fitting trousers and boxers, her mouth followed the same pattern. He gasped she took, him in her mouth. No warning. No hesitation. He could feel his hardness between her lips; feel her tongue begin to dance up and down his shaft. He began to pant as he pushed his hips towards her.

She pulled away and swung him round so her sat on the bed. She slid onto the floor and placed herself between his legs. One hand began to furiously pump him while she grinned at him and lick her lips.

“I’m just going to take a few seconds here. Mainly to congratulate you on the very impressive hardware you have here.” He grinned, trying to think of a comeback. All thoughts were drowned as her mouth returned to its former position.

She had one hand on his hips and the other pumping his shaft as she licked along its length again and again. Every time she took him into her mouth she felt his groan. He was big, she couldn’t fit it all into her mouth but that was good, he would satisfy her. But she had to earn him first. She continued to lick and pump, his hips thrusting beneath her, needing her more.

She felt when he was about to orgasm and took her mouth away. He moaned for her. She reduced her fingers to the lightest touch. So teasing, so sensual. He moaned again, needing her to finish him. She fingers caressed his tip and then were taken away completely. He was in mid groan and she slammed her lips back around his, taking as much of him into her as he could.

He came immediately, washing the inside of her mouth with unadulterated pleasure. His hips bucked up against her as he called her name. When he was done, she took her mouth away and stood up. Looking over him. His naked, quivering form turned her on. She did this; she made him call for her.

He wiped the sweat out of his eyes and pushed himself upright, looking at her. She looked smug. He beckoned to her and she sat, her legs astride his hips. He put his hands over her jean-clad ass and squeezed. She pushed herself against him, one hand resting on his chest. She grinned.

“Earned it yet?” He smiled back at her.

“Not quite.” She was going to question it when he turned, rolling her over and fully onto the bed. His mouth moved quickly, her lips, her neck, her chest. He deftly unclasped her bra and threw it behind him. He allowed himself a second to appreciate her breasts before he put his mouth to them. She gasped and shuddered as he felt her nipple harden underneath his tongue. He took one hand and slid down her flat waist to her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, slipping his hand inside.

He worked his way into her underwear and began to rub his fingers against her moist opening. He grinned into her breast; she was already wet for him. He heard her moan as he continued the rhythm his fingers had started. He took his mouth off her breast and used his other hand to push down her jeans, letting them fall onto the floor. He used his teeth to remove her panties, making eye contact while he did this. His face so close to her wetness made her bite her lip, she wanted him so badly. When she was completely naked, he ran his hands along her thighs, kissing them softly, making his way up them. He kissed her stomach as his hands explored her.

When she was panting again, he slipped two fingers inside her. Her entire body shook at this, pleasure rolling through her. He watched her as he plunged into her over and over, two fingers inside, three. She arched her back and murmured his name.

“Seto. Seto please.”

He kissed her stomach once more then bent his head between her thighs. With his fingers continuing their work, he gave her opening a long lick. This caused her to gasp and move one hand to her breast. She fumbled with her own breasts and he grinned. He had her now. He lowered his head once more and began to flick his tongue again and again against the soft nub of flesh there.

He increased his rhythm as she moaned louder, liking the shivers that convulsed her body at his actions. His tongue continued to lick and his fingers continued to plunge, making her gasp and squirm. Her panting grew more frantic as he continued. Seto knew he could copy her actions and withhold her orgasm but his own hardness encouraged him to finish her. He slid one hand down to relieve himself as he continued to let himself disappear inside her.

He felt her whole body tighten as she came, rolls of pleasure crashing through her. She screamed his name and her hands tightened on the bedcovers, balling into fists. When she subsided he withdrew from her, kissing her waist, her chest, her neck. She was still shaking from the rocks of the orgasm but returned the kiss he gave her with such lust that he nearly entered her right then. He held back, however, smiling at her.

“Well, Miss Devlin, I think we’re equal on points, let’s finish this.”