A Dissection of the Heart

The Heat of Lust

***TRIGGER WARNING: Chapter contains depictions of s*x and s****l situations, skip if that does not sit well with you.***

With a pout of her lips, Rosalind narrowed her eyes at Jiro’s turned back. Click. Click. Click. Her heels crossing the floor in smooth, calculated steps were the only sounds in the emptied house besides the beat of Jiro’s heart in his ears.

“So what if I am,” she said softly, wrapping her thin hands around his torso from behind. She leaned up, her full lips grazing his ear, “What do you plan on doing about it?” His skin shuddered as goosebumps appeared. Such a simple, yet dangerous question hung between them. They both knew he was a dangerous man, not really one for chivalrously passing on s*x with an inebriated woman. Much less a pass on a woman as drop dead sexy a the one currently ensnaring him with her arms.

He turned in her grasp, his body pinned to the counter by hers but now face to face Jiro was dangerously close to falling into those sapphire orbs of hers forever. He cupped her chin between his fingers, wrapping his other hand around the small of her back. “Such an impertinent little girl, aren’t you?” He smirked devilishly, forcefully pulling her body into his. “I’m going to tie you down and tease you until you’re begging for release. Then when you can’t take it any longer,” he continued, his lips getting dangerously close to hers so that he was practically speaking into her lips, “I’m going to f***k some manners into you until you can’t walk.”

Roz could feel her panties dampen with arousal as she gasped lightly against his mouth. Seizing the opportunity, Jiro closed what little space was left between them and pulled her into a deep kiss. Roz sighed into him, allowing him to run his tongue along hers as they explored each others’ mouths. “Mmph,” Roz moaned into his mouth.

Jiro slid his hands down her body, cupping her a.ss for a moment in appreciation before hoisting her onto himself. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned them so her back was against a set of cabinets. Using them as leverage, she began grinding lightly against his hips. Jiro pulled back with a groan, rubbing himself against her more forcefully.

Rosalind began peppering soft kisses and love bites down his neck, satisfied when Jiro moaned in response to her touches. “As fun as this is,” She panted against him, “Why don’t we move this to the bedroom, hmm?”

Jiro nodded, dazed, as Rosalind’s slender hand gently pushed him back and took his larger, calloused one. Silently, he let her lead them through the halls to her door. She opened the door to a white and pink princess’s dream, complete with a four-poster canopy bed. Jiro smirked with a chuckle as he gazed around the room, noting the vanity next to the window and two other doors in the opposite wall. Rosalind left him to look around and went to her knees beside the bed, digging around for a moment before fishing out a black box.

Jiro raised an eyebrow at the box as Roz sent him a devilish smirk, “I do believe you promised to tie me up.” She opened the lid of the box and began taking out silk ropes. His eyes darkened with lust as he cooly strode toward her, slowly undressing himself as he went. The white button up he was wearing slid to the food revealing a muscled chest and abdomen laced with old scars. He stood before her, letting her eyes rake over him. Rosalind licked her lips seductively, surprising him when she reached out and began to undo his belt, looking up through her lashes in a silent plea to let her continue. Jiro let out a small nod, smirking as she eagerly set back to work undoing the button and zipper of his pants before tugging them down.

Smiling, she palmed the growing bulge in his boxers, slowly rubbing it for a moment before those too were tugged down, releasing his hard member. She peppered kisses up the shaft until she came to the head, where she wrapped her lips around it and while looking Jiro in the eye, began to swirl her tongue around him as she hollowed her cheeks and began sucking him in earnest. Jiro moaned lowly, fisting a hand in her hair roughly. If he hurt her she didn’t falter in her efforts as he began moving her head faster up and down his length.

Cupping a hand around his balls, Roz enjoyed hearing the deep, rumbling moans she could elicit from him. “Kuso…” (s**t) He groaned as he began fu.cking her face a bit rougher, not relenting his thrusts as she choked and gagged around his d***k, encouraged as she continued playing with his balls. He could feel that all too familiar build up of pressure as he grew close to his climax. With a couple more deep thrusts he came, spurting his seed into her mouth which she happily swallowed down. When he finished shaking against her face, she released his d***k with a pop, flashing him a satisfied smile as she wiped away her tears.

The ice in Rosalind’s soul was giving way to the heat of her lust as she rose to claim his mouth with hers. “Mada hajitta bakari na desu,” (We’re just beginning) she purred against his lips as he moaned lowly in response. Rosalind chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his frame as they kissed, slowly shuffling them back towards the bed. Seeing her moment, she twisted, throwing him onto the bed with her on top. She couldn’t help the giggle fit that escaped her at the open mouthed look of surprise on his face.

“Well you are full of surprises,” Jiro chuckled, smirking up at her. “Mada hajitta bakari na desu ne?” (We’re just beginning, right?)