Stephen's Point Of View
Stephen had to hand it to himself. His restraint was better than it had ever been in his life. Under normal circumstances, he would have put his cock in Mizu's mouth, the second time he called him a pervert.
He decided to play coy instead. Mizuyuki was a pervert too, he just didn't know it yet.
Just like before, his body was honest. All he did was bite him across the chest, and yet his cock was rock hard again.
"So greedy... You know, I put a plug inside you so you wouldn't need as much preparation later. But it would seem my new baby Sub, was a closet masochist all along." Stephen said, blatantly staring at Mizuyuki's cock outlined by the robe.
Mizu quickly avoided eye contact, trying to subtly hide his hard-on.
'Silly rabbit, the damage is already done.'
"T-Thank... you." He mumbled in response.
'Ah. Seriously, what an interesting guy.'
"If you want to cum again, you're going to have to please your Master first. In the event that you cum without my permission, I will tie up ur cock, and that will be the last time you cum today. Understood?"
"...No." He replied, a fearful yet determined glare in his eyes.
'Oho? What's this?'
"No, you don't understand?" Stephen asked, in a mocking tone.
"No. Why should I be punished for things not my fault? That's like punching a hole in a water pipe, then telling me to stop it with a popsicle stick. Also need I remind you who the one supplying the stimulation in the first place is?" He said, verbally putting his foot down.
While Stephen loved his fighting spirit, it did nothing to calm the blood rushing through his veins. Mizu was even sexier when angry and pouting. Unfortunately for him, Stephen was about to let the other shoe drop.
"I'll say this once so you fully understand what it means to spend a night with me. My stamina and libido are unrivaled. So unless you want me to continue thrusting my cock inside you even when you pass out, you should practice patience and restraint. If you pass out every time you cum, I will not continue being as patient as I am being this very moment."
Mizuyuki could do nothing but open and close his mouth, like a fish on dry land. Stephen wanted to gradually let him acclimate to his body and stamina, but he passed out before the sex even started.
There was no way Stephen could confidently say he'd stop if he passed out with his cock still inside him. Also, Stephen wasn't small by any measure of the word, so the precautions were there to protect Mizu.
'Nobody wants a war with the Sadistic Princess...'
Myah would definitely come for his nuts if she found out that he had continued to screw his unconscious body. Suddenly Mizuyuki's soft voice broke him out of his dark thoughts.
"U-Um... I don't... think I can... do that... I can't m-make that promise." Mizuyuki said, with a whimper.
Stephen's cock throbbed painful against his pants, he let out a soft groan.
'This guy makes me wonder who the Sadist really is. This is torture.'
"Mizu... are you asking me to tie you up from the start?" Stephen asked, furrowing his brows.
Mizuyuki just turned his head away avoiding eye contact and looking at the floor.
"Mizuyuki...?" Stephen questioned in a strong, commanding tone.
Mizuyuki's face was turning as red as a tomato. He had a death grip on the bathrobe he was wearing. Looking like he really didn't want to admit it, and definitely didn't want to say it out loud.
"Should I have you recite the 'Playroom Rules' until they are second nature to you?"
"Yes...t-tie me up...from... t-the start." He said, looking Stephen directly in the eye before glancing away again.
"Well then if that's the case you can choose how it's done." Stephen said, moving to get off the bed. He walked around to Mizuyuki and extended a hand.
Mizuyuki took his hand, and he could feel the tremble he had hidden until now.
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Mizuyuki's Point Of View
Mizuyuki's mind was racing a mile a minute. He was really at a loss, while he was glad he awoke to just a plug inside him, the look in Stephen's eyes made it clear. There would not be a next time.
We headed towards a black dresser with red drawers and golden knobs. Stephen opened the third drawer and my eyes widened in shock. There were colorful lace ribbons, rings made with various materials, metal cages, thin metal instruments that varied in thickness, and metal rings connected by leather straps.
The amount of toys in the drawer was staggering. I audibly gulped realizing his intentions.
'How am I supposed to choose when I have no idea what half of these things are!?'
"You don't have to worry about the cages. In the contract, you marked an 'X' by those but the rest are fair game. Everything in this room is brand new. If anything gets used, it goes into the trash, and is replaced with a new identical one, when the contracts are up. Take your time to choose, feel free to ask questions." Stephen said, releasing my left hand.
I was glad to know nothing had been used before, but now my heart was in my throat. The ribbon had been mostly effective, but wouldn't it be boring to use the same method twice? Especially after seeing so many options.
"What are these long metal pole like instruments? Why are they in this drawer?" I asked.
"Urethra plugs... They go inside you... inside your cock hole that is."
My eyes went wide and I immediately stopped touching them. No way was I choosing something so crazy for my first time. The assorted rings looked pretty self-explanatory so I asked just to confirm, "These are cock rings aren't they?"
"Yes. Though I can't vouch for their effectiveness. I've never used them before."
"Are there a lot of things you've never used before?" I asked out of curiosity.
"On men? Yes. That's not the case for women."
I was curious to know why that was the case, but then he moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my midsection. His firm arms were hot to the touch, the heat seeping through my robe.
I hadn't noticed it before but, he was ridiculously tall. While I was around 5'7, he had to be 6ft. He rested his chin on top of my head, all the while pressing his hard erection against the small of my back.
I swallowed dryly, on some level it was probably a sign that I should hurry, but how the hell could I? So I did the only sensible thing in that situation, ask the expert pervert in the room.
"Which one do you think I should choose?"
I felt his arms tighten around me in an instant. Not enough to force the air out of my lungs, but enough to know he really was holding back for my sake.
"You're going to let me choose for you?" Stephen asked for clarification.
"I could stare at this drawer for hours and never decide. Something tells me we don't have that kind of time. So wouldn't it be better for Mr. Perv— I mean, my Master to choose? No Urethra plugs though. I feel like that will take some convincing, and I'm not that brave."
"Hmm... well if you say that much then I have no choice right? Leather looks good on your skin. Would the same apply to your cock?" He asked, while picking up an apparatus with metal rings connected by leather straps.
"Mizu... will you let me put this on you?" He asked, seductively whispering into my ear, making me tremble slightly, goosebumps forming on my skin.
It was clear by his voice, and the not so subtle way he was rubbing his dick on me, that he really wanted to. I swallowed nervously.
"Y-Yes."
He brought his mouth to my ear again, "Good." He said in deep heavy voice, that seemed to ricochet throughout my body.
"Uh! Ugnh.."
He nibbled on my earlobe before shoving his tongue inside my ear. The sticky, wet, amplified sounds made me immediately moan and shiver. He grabbed my chin, and turned my head, so that I would face him properly.
He seized my lips in a fierce kiss, knocking me back into the dresser, forcibly closing the drawer with my back. If you asked me, his kisses were the most dangerous thing about him. His tongue was forcefully invading my mouth licking everything within reach. His hands firmly grabbing my ass, kneading it, while smashing our bodies together further. I could feel his dick on my stomach, pulse repeatedly.
"Ah!"
Without any hesitation, he stopped kissing me long enough to pick me up and startle me. He snatched the tool off the top of the dresser and headed for the bed. Since my wrists were still cuffed, I had to place my arms over his head to reach his neck. If he dropped me, the force would probably break his neck.
"Uh, Haa... Ungh..."
My fears were unfounded however, as he laid me down as gently as he could, still kissing and sucking on my face, neck, and ears.
Once on the bed, I removed my arms from his neck. He ran his hands up my body stopping at the chain connecting my cuffs, and gave them a quick tug. There was an audible clack. I looked up to investigate the sound, my mouth going dry. He had attached the chain to something akin to a carabiner.
"If you kick me, or otherwise flail around too much i'll restrain your ankles too. Understood?" He said, voice ominous and eyes piercing.
"....Yes, Master." I said, while staring into those green eyes that promised wicked things.