Doll (MikaYuu)

♦17♦ - Pools

"Yuu," he summoned me with that deep, commanding voice. My eyes attentively landed on him at the sound of the little shortened nickname he had for me. "An order: dress me."

Another day, another dollar.

I stood from my chair, walking over to him. I exchanged a brief glance with him that said a million things before beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

The events of last night still played fullscreen in my mind, the intensity and wanting lingering dangerously heavy in the back of my head. If I wanted to be professional, I'd have to let it go. Mika seemed to as well.

He asked me to dress him, so of course as I was ridding his shirt, I couldn't help but to leave long, gentle kisses on whatever exposed smooth skin I came across. He didn't even seem to care; the most he did was chuckle at my show of "favorability." After all, Mika had a very dangerous irresistibility that I could not fight. He always smelled so expensive, too good for me and like something that was too beautiful to ever exist on the planet. It was just hallucinating...

After last night, his kisses resembled an entrancing advert that I undoubtedly became riveted in. I wanted more of them; I ached for more contact with him - to be as close as possible. I was too far in.

God... If only I could've just had him for a night...

Okay, mind, let's not get us fired here.

I removed his shirt fully, pulling my lips into my mouth at the sight of his frontside. Flaws did not exist in his presence. He was the softest thing I had ever touched. I felt guilty to even have my hands on him.

I was falling for it.

I locked another gaze with him. He was already looking at me, curiosity deep within his blue eyes, waiting for my next move.

My next move was to remove his pants. I was pretty dumb for gawking, but not that dumb to dress him in the new shirt and pass the opportunity to see him fully unclothed all at once.

I slowly got on my knees, never breaking eye contact with him. I unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper as if to purposely drag time. And I was. There wasn't a second I wanted to let pass me. I wanted to drink up every single second of it.

For some strange reason, I could hear sounds in the back of head. Sounds I wanted to hear, but the only thing I could hear was the fabric sliding down his smooth, creamy legs. I bit down on my lip, resting my forehead against his thigh as I slightly panted.

I was failing...

Once I had them down around his ankles, he made me look up at him with a finger under my chin. He forced a half smile, then pursed his lips with an unimpressed expression.

He tilted his head just a tad and told me, "You think too much." He stepped out of his pants, folding them in half before resting them over the arm of a chair behind him. I stared up at him helplessly, my throat tightening as I saw him in just his plain underwear.

He didn't even wear boxers. He wore something right in the middle of women's wear and men's. I couldn't even explain it, but it was just so damn hot. He made anything look sexy and it made me sad because I could not have him.

It was tight and black, curving right around his tiny, pudgy waist but fully concealed his rear end - which, of course, looked greater than ever in them. Mika in tight clothes was my pure weakness.

He pressed his small palm on my forehead, then carefully combed his fingers into my hair, a massaging gesture. My defeated - and probably clearly submissive - face was fully exposed to him, showing him who was boss. His little hand then snaked to the nape of my neck like a sensual greeting as if to wake up my senses. It sent a small shiver down my spine.