Well That's One Form Of Negotiation

Shinji awoke feeling groggy. He raised his head and took in his surroundings. He was in an apartment living room that was clean but had dated decor. He was handcuffed to a chair with each wrist secured to the back with separate sets and the chair was screwed to the floor. He also realised he was naked. There was someone else in the apartment, he heard them in the shower.

He tried to recall how he had ended up here. He had come to this city across the world on his Father's order to expand their territory. He had been having breakfast in a cafe with his bodyguards when he'd started feeling dizzy. Then the Italians had burst in, tried to assassinate him... a woman with guns popped up out of nowhere started shooting them... after that it was all black he must have passed out by that point.

He started to struggle against the handcuffs, trying to free himself, when he heard the shower stop. Then shortly after a door opened into the living room and in walked a woman, the woman from the cafe. She came out dressed in light cotton underwear while rubbing a towel against her head to dry her hair. She was pale, blonde, tall, incredibly toned with a small waist, large hips and sizable breasts. She looked directly at him with big blue eyes. She smirked.

"Awww, looks like sleeping beauty is awake. I thought I might have given you too much, guess you're just a bit of a lightweight."

He glared at her.

"Who are you? Where am I and why the fuck am I handcuffed naked to a chair!?"

She chuckled.

"Nice to meet you Shinji. I go by Hosta as my professional handle. This is a safehouse. You are bound to the chair so that you stay put for our conversation. If in the event you break free from the handcuffs, we are in a very nice neighborhood where a naked man running around will get the police called, even for a guy as good looking as yourself. I've also been enjoying the view. I mean, those abs... "

She ran her eyes up and down his body, spending a lot of time on the spot between his legs. It filled Shinji with a mix of emotions, it made him annoyed, embarrassed and slightly aroused.

"What conversation did you need to have to have so badly that you'd be willing to make a powerful enemy?"

He kept glaring, he was going to claw back some semblance of control.

She smiled and began to explain.

"Well I anticipate us becoming good friends. I fully intend to release you at the end of this and provide you with fresh clothes. Your old ones... while I'm sure you were fond of the suit, I doubt you'd still want it soaked in Italian blood."

"What happened this morning?"

His eyes narrowed at her.

"I introduced a sedative to your breakfast, the plan was to show you just how effective the Collective can be by demonstrating just how easily we can get to people, even you. It was meant to be an example of a basic extraction, but the Italians arrived and added some wetwork to my morning. Such a mess, it complicated things, but it still went as planned." She sighed.

"... and my men?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Very much alive, just bruised and knocked out, unlike the Italians. In a way if I hadn't been planning your extraction for this morning, the Italians might have succeeded in killing you. They caught you by surprise and had you outgunned." She clarified.

"Why is the Collective offering their services to me? Don't you work for the Italians?" He inquired.

She took on a sultry cadence.

"It makes sense to extend an offer to you as Kobun. You can relay our proposal to your Oyabun. As for the Italians... if I may use a metaphor... Me and my fellow collective members are tired of getting bent over and fucked by them without getting any satisfaction or respect. Like anyone who's tired of an unfulfilling relationship, we've broken up and are looking for someone new to get into bed with. Ideally someone new, who's going to piss them off and has the means to give us the appropriate satisfaction we crave."

She looked at him with hungry eyes. The way she talked was increasing his blood flow downstairs and he was finding it distracting.

"I understand, but do you have to use such crude language? And why are you just standing there in your underwear?"

He maintained his glare.

She sniggered and put on a mocking tone.

"I'm so sorry, I would hate to seem indelicate to the man I have handcuffed naked to a chair in front of me. I needed a shower after this morning, I got covered in blood. Unless your complaint is that you want me to take off my underwear?"

Shinji found himself becoming half erect at the thought. He was annoyed that he was losing control of the situation and himself. She was clearly going to see it.

She gave him a lascivious smile as her eyes flicked to his burgeoning tumescence.

He tried to suppress his embarrassment. He stared at her attempting to summon as much menace as he could.

"What if I decline, reject the offer of the collective?"

She pulled a mock sad pouty face.

"Awww well, that's your choice, and the day I'm offered an exorbitant amount of money to kill you, I'll feel so sad as I put a bullet between your pretty eyes Shinji. Because if you don't make a deal with us, we'll have to offer it to another faction."

"You have made your point."

The woman's threat wasn't anything that scared him, but the thought of her as his enemy didn't appeal. Especially when there were potentially other options on the table.

She gave him a flirtatious smile.

"If it helps your decision, the collective isn't just high end muscle. We have access to every evidence room and morgue in the city, numerous information brokers, along with intimate knowledge of the Italians operation, which we'd be happy to throw into the bargain."

Shinji raised an eyebrow.

"I might be interested."

Hosta put down the towel she had been drying her hair with and swept it back across her shoulders. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, she pulled it off artfully with one hand dropping it in front of Shinji. She watched him stare open mouthed at her breasts with their pink nipples.

He became fully erect.

She looked at it, biting her lower lip. She smiled at him.

"We could also get to know each other on a more intimate level, Shinji."

His cock jumped in response.

"How much is that on the menu?" He smirked. Trying not to betray how much power she had over him right now.

She sauntered over and ran her fingers under his chin.

"That's not something I sell. I'm not on the menu. This is an offer for you personally." She purred.

His cock twitched, he was starting to throb.

"How about you uncuff me? I'll take you up on your offer." He growled.

If she was offering herself up. He'd take her.

She grinned then giggled.

"I think the cuffs should stay on a little while longer."

She reached her face down and kissed him, running her hands through his hair. As her tongue rubbed against his, he felt his cock twitch again. When she broke off the kiss she knelt between his knees. She ran her hands up his thighs until they reached his hips. She grasped one hand around his shaft and started stroking it whilst looking up at him.

He sighed.

She kept stroking, liking the way his face looked as he relaxed. She lowered her lips down and kissed his tip before brushing her lips down his length. She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his cock, guiding her tongue all the way back up to his tip. He shuddered then groaned when she parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. She tantalisingly sucked his tip, not moving any further down. Periodically massaging her tongue across the underside. Her eyes looked up at him the whole time. She stayed like this, refusing to take him deeper.

He yanked his wrists against the handcuffs in frustration. If he had his hands free, he'd grab her head and make her swallow all of him. But like this, she was able to tease him and there was nothing he could do about it.

As she kept at it, he felt the tension building within him but not bringing him anywhere close to the relief he craved.

"... Motto Fukaku." He breathily begged. The words in English escaping him right now.

She obliged him. She moved her lips down his shaft, bobbing her head up and down. Shinji took a sharp intake of breath, quivering slightly as she took more of him inside her warm, wet, mouth. She kept the pressure of her tongue on the underside as she sucked him. With each time she took him in and out of her mouth she slowly took more of him. Gently making her way down to his base. The more of him she took in, her eyes started to water ever so slightly. She didn't gag or struggle. Still staring up at him. Shinji, as distracted as he was by how heavenly her mouth felt around him, recognised him for what this was. She may have been deep throating him, but she had subtly dominated him. At this moment he was so desperate for her to make him come.

As her lips wrapped around his base still ever so gently taking him in and out of her mouth. He felt his legs begin to tremble.

"... Onegai... shimasu..." he begged through clenched teeth.

She withdrew him from her mouth and giggled at him. The disappointment on his face was palpable and was soon replaced with frustration. She got up from between his knees, then straddled his thighs. She left enough of a gap so she could comfortably grasp his manhood and began softly stroking it. Shinji sighed and rested his head on the back of the chair. She rested one hand on his shoulder and leaned on him to steady herself as she increased the speed she stroked him, her spit causing her hand to glide over his skin.

She relished watching his face turn slack, his eyes become half lidded and his mouth open slightly to pant. She kept up her strokes. When Shinji's face started to tense, signalling his impending finish, she stopped stroking and removed her hand with a lustful imperious smirk on her face.

"Meinu!"

He muttered under his breath in between his panting. His frustration was on the verge of becoming anger.

She maintained her smirk. She moved herself from his thighs to rest her hips against his, with cock pressed between them. She pushed her breasts closer to his face and he enthusiastically wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, sucking it emphatically. He savoured the feel of the bud on his tongue. She started to hump her hips against his, his cock rubbed by her soft cotton underwear and her warm sex underneath. Shinji groaned against her nipple, withdrawing his mouth with a pop. He soon found himself resting his head on the back of the chair again as the sensation overtook him.

He yanked against the handcuffs again. He wanted to grasp her hips to grind her against him. To slide her underwear to the side, push himself inside her and wipe that smug smile off her face.

Shinji found himself instinctively rocking his hips. Trying to increase the pleasure her gyrating was giving him. He found great satisfaction when she started to pant and sigh like him. She grazed her fingers against his jawline and angled his face up to hers. She lightly bit his lower lip. He smashed his lips into hers parting them and massaged his tongue needfully against hers. As he tried to force the kiss deeper she gently bit his tongue and withdrew.

The smile returned to her face as she looked down at him. As she felt his muscles and saw his face begin to tense, she yet again stopped her movements.

Shinji yelled in frustration. She chuckled and climbed off him.

"I think that's enough for today." She announced.

She walked to another room and returned with a small duffel bag and dropped it next to him.

"The clothes as promised, your phone and a burner with a number to contact the collective. Mine's in there as well, if you want to call me."

She winked at him then tossed him a key which he caught.

"For the handcuffs."

She picked up her bra and walked over to the sofa where there was another bag that she started pulling clean clothes from.

Shinji quickly unlocked the handcuffs and stood there furious. She was just going to tease him like that and then leave? He was the Kobun of the Yakuza. She was not going to get away with that insult.

He grabbed one of the sets of handcuffs and sprinted towards her. He tackled her onto the sofa pushing her face down, pinning her arms behind her back and securing them with the cuffs. He pushed her face into the cushions, placing his mouth near her ear.

He growled. "We aren't finished yet."

He tore off her underwear and angled himself against her entrance before pushing himself inside. He groaned as he bottomed out inside her and was immensely pleased when he heard her gasp beneath him. He moved his hand from her head to wrap around her throat and slid the other underneath them, to her clit and gently pinched. Her hips jolted and she let out a muted squeal in response.

Shinji started to smack his hips against her ass as he thrust into her. He revelled in how the harder he fucked her the louder she moaned. She was going to learn who was in charge here. He kept going, he ran his lips along her shoulder before gently biting the back of her neck. Liking the way his teeth had marked her skin, he withdrew his hand from her throat. He positioned his arms so he could focus on plunging inside of her as hard as he physically could. The room filled with the sound of his hips slapping against her to an allegro beat, intercut with her moans.

He felt himself fast approaching his finish as she squeezed around him. After a few more thrusts he grunted, buried himself inside her up to the hilt and gushed out his load. He collapsed on top of her. He lightly bit her ear before purring.

"Perhaps I should keep you as my pet. I'll take you to my bed, handcuff you to it, until you learn how to spread your legs for me." He growled.

She laughed. "I might have considered for a second if you had actually made me come. But I am no ones 'pet'."

He looked at her with anger but was puzzled by her reaction. She was at his mercy now, why was she laughing? When he heard a suspicious click, then received an elbow to the face stunning him before being flipped onto his back. He was lying on the sofa with his legs up against the back and hanging over it, with Hosta sat astride him. Handcuffs unlocked and hands squeezing his throat with surprising strength.

She sniggered at him.

"It's absolutely adorable that you genuinely thought those cuffs would hold me. Now since you've established you like it rough. We can do it rough. But my satisfaction comes first, we are doing it my way now. We'll see who's a 'pet' by the end. Is that acceptable or should I keep squeezing harder?"

Shinji nodded in compliance and she released her grip somewhat. She removed one hand and reached between them, grasping his manhood. He lightly hissed through his teeth, he still felt sensitive after coming.

She devilishly smiled at him.

"Still hard? Or did you just get excited?"

He refused to respond.

She moved her hips back and sank herself onto him. They mutually groaned as their hips met. She commenced bouncing on top of him. Placing her free hand on his chest, she looked over him, her mouth slightly parted breathing heavier and a domineering gaze in her eyes.

"Touch me!" she ordered.

Shinji ran his hands across her thighs, reaching around to squeeze her ass. After thoroughly kneading his hands through it he continued moving his touch upwards towards her breasts, enveloping them in his grasp. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, occasionally lightly pinching. Until Hosta interrupted.

"Lower!" she commanded softly.

He did as ordered. He moved his hands down her chest. He placed one on her hips and grazed the fingers on the other over her clit making circles.

"Good boy." She purred.

She started to bring her hips down on him harder. The sensation of her tight, hot, wet sex was too much for Shinji, he found himself coming again, all his muscles tensing before spurting inside her.

Even as his orgasm receded, Hosta kept slamming her hips on top of him, sending jolts through his spine and down his legs. He instinctively tried to grab her hips and throw her off him. But Hosta resisted being moved. She removed her hand from his chest and slapped him hard across the face.

She giggled.

"I still haven't come yet, Shinji. Are you the kind of guy that doesn't care if a girl leaves satisfied?..."

A hint of mischief entered her tone.

"... It would sour our relationship if that was the case. Now keep touching me and let me ride you until I come around your cock."

Shinji returned his hands to their original position, continuing his caress of her nub. She gave him a smile of approval and recommenced grinding her hips into his. She placed her hand back on his chest and started vigorously bouncing her hips on him. Her smile dissolved into a relaxed expression, slightly open mouthed as she moaned, Shinji matched her. Her every movement sent jolts of pleasure through him. He couldn't help rocking his hips into her even as his legs started to turn to jelly. She started to shake with every thrust of her hips. Her eyes became half lidded as she met his own. His own muscles started to tremble as she continued to take his cock deep inside her, squeezing him tightly.

"Shinji, are you close? I want to watch you pop like a bottle of warm champagne." She purred.

"... Hai!" He grunted.

"Me too." She moaned.

She soon squealed, her face filled with ecstasy as her insides aggressively clamped around him and she shuddered. The way she had gripped his cock sent Shinji over the edge. He grabbed her hips and buried himself as deep as he could before he intensely erupted inside her. It sent shockwaves through him, leaving him exhausted and his legs numb yet tingly.

They both sat there for a while panting trying to catch their breath. Hosta recovered first, she lifted herself off him, briefly hovering over his stomach as she squeezed out all the semen he had shot inside her into a considerable pool on his skin.

She chuckled. "Ooooh, you came hard didn't you?"

She leaned down and gave him a surprisingly sweet and tender kiss. She ended it by gently biting his lower lip before they parted.

She got up and reached into the bag she left by the sofa. She pulled out a new set of underwear, a summer dress and some shoes, quickly slipping them on. She looked back at Shinji with a smile.

"That was fun, do you want to do that again sometime?" She offered.

Shinji met her gaze and limply nodded.

"... Hai."

She grinned. She walked to the front door then she turned back.

"See you soon then, call me. You have my number."

She opened it and left.

Shinji was left there with his numb legs hanging over the back of the sofa. While he waited for the return of his energy and feeling to his limbs, thoughts ran through his mind.

'This was not how I saw my day going when I woke up this morning. Is this woman insane?'

The next was,

'Fuck! I think I'm in love.'

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