Snow Fleece

            He was the powerful CEO of Domino City. She was the frail younger sister of Joey Wheeler. Just the way it should be.

Author's Note: I have a thing for submission. I find it highly erotic.

 

“Mr. Kaiba.”



            Standing in the doorway of Seto’s main office, his secretary escorted a timid high school girl. Seto watched with a hooded stare, the fair Serenity Wheeler stood unmoving, her most nervous breathing unnoticed. He sat behind his desk, closing his netbook, not once breaking focus on the girl. With a flick of his wrist, Seto dismissed the secretary leaving only the fearful Serenity under the scrutiny of the young CEO. He watched her as she held an empty gaze towards the soft plush carpet of his office. Serenity had a million yet no coherent thoughts flashing past her mind.

Seto leaned over his desk resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“You think I need saving, don’t you?”



Serenity bit her bottom lip. She gave him a hesitant nod.



“You think you can change me. You think you have the ability to smile once and everything will be all sunshine for me.”



Her brows furrowed.



His lips curled into a devilish smirk. His eyelids lowered haughtily.



“Little lamb Serenity Wheeler, the one to make a lonely CEO’s life insurmountably better.”



Serenity swallowed at the nickname. It’s normally how it starts.



“Come here.”



She slowly stepped towards his desk, her thighs nearly bumping the rich mahogany.

“You enjoy doing things for other people, don’t you? You love people and people love you, don’t they?”



Her gaze slid to the corner of his desk, scratches marred its rich texture-- reminded her of their previous meetings.

“What if I told you that everything you’ve done for them will always go unnoticed?”

Her head bolted up and attention away from the desk’s corner.

“You have no idea how Duel Monsters works much less what the game is. At least that friendship girl has actually held her own. You are completely irrelevant to the game.”



Seto stood from his chair, the glow of his eyes the only thing visible of his darkened countenance. Behind him loomed the night sky.

“What makes you so necessary to them? Why have you when they have the company of that fruity mutt.”



He rounded his desk, hand snatching her chin, bringing it closer to his.

“You shouldn’t have gotten your vision back. You know it to be true. Now the melodic voices of your supposed friends and family are tuned to cacophonous grunts. You see them for what they really are. Words they’ve told you mean nothing.”



Serenity can only say nothing, feel the hypnotic blue of his eyes drawing her in, her mouth unconsciously opening-- inviting him.



Seto’s lips barely touch the strands of her hair guarding her ear. His breath heavy, his nose nudges her ear lobe and he is satisfied at the site of her closing her eyes. Her senses enhanced, targeting everything he chooses to do to her.

“I pour this venom into your precious ears because I am the only one to never lie to you. I do not mince my words, ‘beat-around-the-bush’; I say these things because you’ve heard my voice and have seen my face. I look no different than what you’ve imagined me to be. It was the exact moment I beat your brother so easily in that pathetic battle. You heard me and my face matches my villainy. I accept the title graciously.



Yet you, Serenity. You believe you have some power over me. You think you have this ability to make me join your friends. Become just like them. Do you think your being near has any effect on me?

I am not the one who is being affected.”

She gasps and the heated breath pours onto her cheeks.

 

“But you.”

Like a flash of lightning, Seto snatches both of her wrists with one hand slamming them on the front of his desk. In this overpowering stance, he forced her to bend over, her uniformed skirt hiking higher, teasing him with a flash of pure white.

“My little lamb, you are in dire need of herding.”

His hand freed itself, while one still kept her captive, leading a path up Serenity’s sleeve all the while sliding it up showcasing her porcelain skin. Seto’s fingers danced along her shoulders, gripping one side. Carefully he lifts, his hand crawling down so deliberately along her collar bone, resting on the ribbon of her uniform.

He rips it away, buttons fly. Fabric falls to the floor.



“This little lamb. So plain. Yet why do you enchant me so?”



Serenity’s hands still tightly restrained, her only response to his ministrations are the sway of her hips, enticing him. He has a rough way of handling her. Never was he gentle. But she enjoyed it.



“Seto,”



The moment his name falls from her lips, the hand motionless on her breast bone slides further down and slips into the cup of her lacy bra. He resists closing his eyes to the extreme gratification to the swell of her breast. The last time he was able to enjoy the feeling was when her mutt of a brother left her home alone. Last Sunday was far too long ago.

“Seto…”

He craves more. He wants more reaction.



“I will blind Little Lamb. I will lead you in my darkness.”

He stares down at his hand, enjoying the contrast of his tanned skin to her pale breast. Seto’s mouth descends onto her neck the tip of his tongue lapping rhythmically.



“As your shepherd, I will lead you in the right direction.”



“Seto—oh---”

He feels her nipple pebble and can only assume its twin is giving the same response. He pinches and only pinches harder when she gasps. Seto watches her, eyes closed, rear swaying, fist clenching--- all of this, signs of her submission. He wants more of her submission. He needs it.



“Serenity,”



Her name uncommonly slips from his lips, but when it does the young woman can feel her entire body scorch. It heats much more than it would when he would caress her. Her name on his mouth brings her one step closer to being at his level. To make her goal possible.

She wants nothing more than to cry out and alert the whole mansion of how good she’s feeling. She didn’t even notice when he released his grip on her wrists and joined his other hand on her breast. She never thought about how she’d look to an outsider. Her entire front exposed, the top of her uniform torn and hanging off from the crook of her elbow. Her breasts were enthusiastically manipulated. He never once let them go. His grip never loosened even as he used his own knee to separate her thighs.

“Seto had a little lamb,”

He softly sang into her ear as he pinched both of her nipples at the same time

“Little lamb,”

She cried out

“Little lamb,”

He grinned as his thigh rubbed along the most soaked part of her panties

“Lit-tle lamb,”



Seto emphasized each syllable with the flick of her nipples.



“Seto had this little lamb,”



He nipped her neck releasing one breast with an instant bounce going straight to her awaiting heat

“Whose cunt was wet as so.”

Pushing aside her panties without her permission he jammed his middle and ring finger inside of her relinquishing the gush of her womanhood at the sudden penetration.

Her face flared, tears stinging her eyes, Serenity’s eyes shot open at the instance of pain/pleasure forcing its way in. Seto kept a steady rhythm noting the only sounds in the room were the squish of her pussy and the gasps of Serenity.

Seto had all the power in all of Domino City.

Yet the only time he really felt powerful is when he forces this sweet girl to cum.

Seto was taken out of his thoughts.



He was no longer moving his hand but the sounds still continued.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he found his innocent lamb did not obey her shepherd.

Serenity’s hips were moving on their own.

“Ahn, ahn, more Seto more don’t stop,”

He watched in both arousal and bafflement.

It was the first time Serenity took control.

Seto’s face bunched up into a scowl. Bringing his fingers out and ignoring the protest, he used his other hand to push Serenity’s head down onto the desk, careful not to hurt her.



Startled, the girl cried, “wha—hey, what d’you think you’re doing Set—ooh—oh! OH!”



Seto pulled his fingers out of her hair and brought his hand to the curve of her ass. Ripping away her skirt, he hefted her lower body propping up her ass and pussy to his hungry gaze.



“Tsk, tsk, little lamb. I should be asking you what you think you’re doing.” Serenity could only swing her legs at the bend of her knees, unable to reach the floor. She kicked helplessly not understanding what Seto had planned.



She never once took control before and he never had her in this position before.

Nonetheless, Serenity had wasn’t ready for such a thing to happen next.

Seto’s tongue began exploring her.



“SETO!”

Her mewls of pleasure seemed to be endless, her voice slowly becoming raw at ever-rising volume. Her body would involuntarily twitch at the invasion. He masterfully flicked his tongue at the little bundle of nerves in time with her spasms. Serenity felt her world become a bright light when he suckled—

“Oh god---“

Her cheek pressed into the desk harder and although she had control of her hands she could still do nothing as she was restrained at her stretched and stressed capture of her uniform.



Something was approaching. Serenity only ever had this feeling a few times before and with Seto. She could never get this feeling on her own. Only him.

Only her shepherd would take her to this point.



Face darkening, sweat piling on one another, breaths coming out fast and shorter each time, Seto’s mouth darted deeper and deeper into her pussy until stars were forming behind her eyes.

“Seto!” Serenity cried, tears slipping down her cheek and onto the desk. She clung onto the edge of Seto’s desk and he never once left her slippery cavern. Deeper and deeper his tongue went, only pulling out to push his tongue harshly into her clitoris. He alternated between squeezing her ass and her thighs feeling them tense at the approach of her completion. Serenity’s squeals were heightening in pitch and he knew he could stop now.

Lifting her up with her thighs, he pushed her entire helpless front onto his desk, her juices spilling onto the expensive property. With this angle Seto buried his face, nuzzling, nipping, flicking. Only in the back of his head did he hear her cry out for the last time before she screamed uncontrollably.

“SETO!” His name stretched on, her body spasming, muscles tensing and he could only imagine her toes were curling. Such control he had over her. She never once touched him.

Seto pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, stood up and surveyed his work. This sweet young woman on his desk, ass up in the air juices spilling everywhere. He watched smugly seeing her not move but breathe so deeply.

Serenity was one of the plainest girls he’d seen, yet she was the only one in his life to make such a scene as this to be the most beautiful.