Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Tenchi Muyo Fan Fiction ❯ The Domanatrix ❯ Malik in Chains ( Chapter 2 )

Malik waited impatiently for Ryoko to reappear. She wanted to put something more comfortable than the stringy thing she had on. She finally appeared in a light blue kimono. Attached to her belt were handcuffs and a whip. She took Malik's arm and they headed out into the night.

Ryoko hadn't seen much of Domino, so Malik took her to the park. They sat and held hands in the moonlight. Ryoko laid her head on Malik's shoulder and sighed. Malik was just starting to get comfortable with the situation when poof she disappeared.

Malik sat up straight.

"Ryoko, Where did you go?" He heard a soft pop, and then the sharp crack of the whip knocked him to the ground. He had barely picked himself up again when it snapped again, sending a flaming pain across his back.

"Strip, NOW!" He heard her say. Malik looked around then began yanking his clothes off. So, she wants to play dirty? Well two can play that game. He felt his arms get yanked above his head. The cold click of steel seeped into his skin, as he realized the handcuffs were once more adorning his wrists. This time he didn't struggle. Hell, I'll let her have her fun, but when we get back to my place, she's in for some trouble! Ryoko turned to him and shook her head. A smile played across her lips.

"You underestimate me, Malik. You think your puny powers will overcome me? What do you have at home that will give me trouble?" Malik felt her touch his mind. "Ah! Mind control? HA! You seriously think I will let you do that?"

Malik growled and lunged toward her. She vanished again into thin air. Malik felt himself being lifted, and he floated through the air to a tree. Ryoko pulled up his handcuffed arms and draped the short chain over a tree branch. Malik was now helpless. He braced himself to be whipped or something, but what happened next shocked him.

Ryoko began to kiss him, everywhere but on the lips. Her hands caressed him, everywhere but where he needed attention most. He tried to growl, but the only thing he could muster was a groan. She's playing me. She gains my trust, then attacks. She keeps much more of this up, and I wont have the strength to even control myself. Ryoko looked into his eyes and smiled. She then released the restraints. Malik expected to fall, but Ryoko caught him, and helped him land lightly on his feet. He turned from her, for just a moment and felt the sting of the whip land on his back.

"I don't recall telling you that you could move." She threw his clothes at him. "Get dressed."

Malik needed no more urging. He put his clothes on, cursing the fact that he was in pain. When he was finished, Ryoko had the whip and handcuffs fastened to her belt. He felt like an idiot, a horny idiot, but an idiot nonetheless. He held out his arm and Ryoko linked hers in it and they walked to his place.

When they got there, Ryoko flopped down on the couch. Malik went to get a bottle of wine, then hesitated. What did she like? He chose a bottle of a nice blush wine he had, a fine white wine, and finally a bottle of Sake. When he returned, he noticed that she had pulled off her kimono. She was now wearing a short black nightgown. It didn't hide anything from view. He held up the bottles and she pointed to the white.

** Hours Later **

Malik cursed his choice of brining three bottles of wine to her. They had drank two of them and left the Sake for later. She had him tied up again, and had made him beg for things. The first was a bowl of strawberries. She ate one in front of him. He licked his lips wanting to taste the strawberry. Then she took up another one and held it just above his mouth. He leaned up to taste it, and she jerked it out of reach.

"Give me one!"

A sharp slap landed on his cheek. What, was he supposed to beg? That was something he wouldn't do. Then again, he could have fun with this. Usually he was the one being the tormentor. It was actually nice to have a potential lover being the tormentor instead of the tormented.

"Ryoko, PLEASE, just one teeny bite." This time, he was rewarded with not only the strawberry, but he had to take it from her mouth.

I wonder what more I am going to have to beg for. Malik wondered. The effects of the wine hadn't diminished his want for her, but it left an aching that needed to be taken care of. Ryoko undid the restraints and he sat up.

"I'll be right back, I have to take care of something." He stood up to walk away, and felt himself pulled back down on the bed.

"Where are you going?" Ryoko purred in his ear. "I didn't hear you ask me if you could do anything."

Malik pulled away. "This doesn't concern you." He jumped from the bed and ran towards the bathroom. Ryoko tacked him and they both landed on the floor. Malik growled and violently fought her. Oh, please! Just one time I'd like to do something without asking Mommy Dearest!

An evil smile flitted across Ryoko's face. She continued to pin him to the floor. Just for that, I think I'll pin you here till you are desperate enough to tell me where you need to go! Malik squeezed his eyes closed, cursing the tears that began to form. His liking for being the tormented was just about to evaporate when she released him. He sat up and tried to stand. Ryoko's hand was at her mouth. She scooped him up like he was a child and whisked him into the bathroom, setting him on the toilet. She turned away, somehow embarrassed.

"Ryoko, are you okay?" He got no response. "Ryoko?" She finally turned to him. Her dominance crumbling.

"I'm sorry Malik. I think I crossed the line."

Malik shook his head. This was nothing new to him. Power was fun to have, and it was even more fun to watch someone squirm in discomfort. She hadn't crossed the line; he'd done the same to his lovers too. The only difference was, he sometimes didn't let them seek relief.

"I think I'll let you be alone for a moment." She turned to leave and he caught her wrist. She pulled away and walked out of the room.

Ryoko sat on the bed. What had come over her? She didn't like to really hurt her prey, and she'd nearly hurt this one. She broke his wrist, then nearly shredded his pride. She told herself that if he wanted to "do something" again, she'd just let him. She hated this act that she did, but it was too fun. She thought to another guy who she'd played this very act on, and he snubbed her.

Malik came back into the room. He saw Ryoko sitting on the bed, her eyes closed. He smiled to himself. He silently crept over to the bed and sat down. He moved behind Ryoko and pulled back her hair to reveal her neck. He began to kiss her neck. She leaned back into the kisses. He now was in control. He kissed her everywhere but her lips. His hands reached around to cup her breasts. POOF! She disappeared again.

Malik heard the telltale soft pop of her reappearance, but failed to look for her. The whip once again made contact on his back. Her laughter filled his ears.

Malik held up his hands, ready to be bound up again. Ryoko smiled and bound his hands together with the handcuffs, which she draped over a small ornamental knob in the middle of the headboard. Malik was beyond horny now. Ryoko saw his erection and leaned forward. Malik thrust his hips toward her face and was rewarded with a slap in his hip.

Ryoko looked at him, then smiled. She trailed kisses over his tight, muscled stomach and onto his hips. Her hair grazed over his hardened manhood and he cried out loud. If she doesn't cut this out soon, I don't know what I'll do.

Malik struggled lightly against the restraint and found his hands free of the knob, he promptly draped them around Ryoko's head. He pulled her face up to his, and sought one long sweet kiss. He rolled over, pinning Ryoko under him. He drew his knee up between her legs, opening them. He drew back, ready to enter when suddenly he noticed they were a few feet above the bed. Poof! She disappeared again. Malik had to twist around to prevent himself from landing facedown on the bed.