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The Oni's eyes glared at you from behind his demonic mask, filled with fierce stubbornness even as he hung suspended in mid-air, bound by the intricate knots of rope. His muscular frame strained against the tight ropes binding him, his rage and defiance palpable even through the restraints.
As you circled around him slowly, holding a leather riding crop in your hand, you could feel your own excitement building within you. The prospect of dominating such an imposing man was intoxicating to you.
You approached him cautiously, testing his control over himself as well as your own confidence in this situation. You ran the tip of your crop across his chest slowly before striking him hard on his exposed abdomen.
A grunt escaped from beneath the mask as pain flared through The Oni's body. Despite it all though he still managed to keep his core firm and unflinching. Kazan was so focused he didn't even see you set the riding crop down on a table beside him.
As you stepped away from the table, you closed the distance between yourself and the helplessly bound samurai. Reaching out, you grasped the thick ropes that held him in place, pulling on them with a determined strength that belied your small frame.
Your fingers dug into the rough fibers of the ropes, leaving deep impressions behind as you pulled harder. He grunted and groaned under your assault, his muscles tensing as he struggled against his restraints.
This was fun and all, but you were starting to want more. But you know how Kazan would get if you released him early.
"I don't know why you insist on doing this "shibari" thing. Takes way too long to get to the good part," You mutter as you continue to tug at the rope.
Kazan growled beneath his mask, the sound reverberating around the room. Through gritted teeth, he spoke, "It…is tradition." His voice was strained but audible. "And it helps me control my rage."
His gaze shifted towards you, studying your face. Despite his predicament, he couldn't help but admire your audacity.
With a sly grin, you lift your knee, gently applying pressure to his erect cock. "Is that so?" you muse, your gaze scanning his face.
The Oni's eyes narrowed slightly, his body tensing involuntarily as you applied pressure to his throbbing member. After a moment, he let out a slow breath, trying to maintain composure despite the mounting tension in his body.
His response was measured, almost contemplative. "Yes, it does." His voice now had a hint of challenge, as if daring you to go further.
You suddenly pull away from him. "Then I guess I should let you control it alone," you chirp, strolling toward the bedroom door. "Enjoy your peaceful meditation," you tease before exiting and gently shutting the door behind you as a dumbfounded Oni watches you leave.
As soon as the door clicked shut, he began to struggle against his bindings once again, hoping to free himself. However, his efforts proved futile; the complex knots kept him restrained.
Minutes ticked by, and the tension built inside him as he waited for your return. His erection hadn't subsided, but neither had the uncomfortable throbbing in his groin. The Oni growled softly under his breath, frustrated by his lack of control over the situation.
As he hung there, waiting for you to return, Kazan began to wonder if maybe he should've let you have hatch the last trial you two were in.