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fic: Bound
Title: Bound
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count:
Word count: 5807
Summary: Ema can barely deal with how much she likes compliments from her new prosecutor.
Author's note: Kink meme: Nahyuta/Ema, D/s relationship without any sadomasochism. Bonus points if Nahyuta doesn't see anything unnatural about the relationship.
Longfic bingo: D/s.
Has mentioned spoilers all the way to the end of the game.
Content: praise kink, praise kink, more praise kink, oh and praise kink. Also shibari and orgasm denial.
Ema stumbled out of the courtroom like a drunkard. To be fair, she could really use a drink right now, or about ten pounds of Snackoos. She slipped into the women's rest room, the one place where the gaze of her coworker's couldn't follow her. Ema struggled to catch her breath as she laid her head against the cool walls of the bathroom.
Ema had been so sure that she'd nuked her entire career. Just when things were starting to go well, she'd stepped out. She hadn't cared if she got transferred when she interrupted Prosecutor Gavin's cases to amend evidence. The further she got from that office, the better, even if she had to go out in flames.
Even if the evidence was pretty damning, she knew Trucy, that sweet girl who had followed around Apollo on so many cases. There was no chance in hell she'd be a mastermind behind any murder. The mere thought was laughable.
But even as she'd gone against him, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had called her back up. His voice had been so very gentle as he said the words.
You did a fine job, Detective. Your testimony was invaluable.
She bit her lip. It wasn't the first time he'd praised her. He'd smiled gently when she'd found those prints. Even through the disastrous cross examination, he kept mentioning how hard she worked, and how flawless her expertise was.
You're hard-working, you're brilliant, he'd said in such a serene, melodious voice. Her whole mood would lift just with a smile. It was like caffeine, but without the jitteriness.
Maybe it was the soft cadence of his voice as he praised her. Maybe because it'd been just so damn long since she heard the words.
Ema felt like she needed a cigarette and she didn't even smoke.
And honestly, working here, with a prosecutor who treated her like some kind of scientific genius, having the forensics band about her arm, it was such a relief. Everything she'd went through felt worth it.
But this felt different. She rested her burning face against the stall. She'd let it go to her head. She'd ignored the signs. Not that it mattered, anyways. He was an international prosecutor. She'd probably never even see him again.
I hope we can work together again in the future.
Empty platitudes. Ema tried to steady her breath. Panic and distress had melted into something else at his goodbye. The way his voice had a slight lilt when he said her name was like a drug. She needed more.
*
Ema had never been so glad to lose a case.
She'd felt a buzz of energy the whole day. Relief, the lingering aftereffects of stress, and something far harder to name all swirled inside.
Of course, she knew what it was. But to admit it, to say the words that a mere compliment would leave her feeling like this...well.
She didn't want to speak it. Didn't want to admit it. It was just a fluke from stress, that was all. It wouldn't matter. He'd go back overseas and they'd never work together again. Her life would return to normal this this--whatever it was--would be gone.
The thought of that emptiness made her ache. A crush, maybe? What else could she call it when his very voice left her tingly and wishing he'd kiss, and do even more. When every time he complimented her and managed a smile, she felt breathless.
But when he came to ask her to go overseas with him, she didn't even think before she said the words yes.
*
It'd all been so great. A huge rush of going with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi overseas. Seeing Khura'in, a country she'd never been before. Full of monks and unique cases which seemed kind of draconian now that she thought about it. But Ema was too curious. She just had to know about the super special science which made them have a one-hundred percent case victory.
She hadn't expected it to be, well, kind of authoritarian. Though speaking up probably would get her thrown off of Mt. Poni Poni.
Then, discordant--not exactly compliments. Here she was, jetlagged, in a foreign culture and she could still barely speak the language. Duolingo did not have a sector on Khura'inese, one of the world's hardest languages. A lot of the time she settled for getting a translation from Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Who almost the moment they landed in his home country became like a completely different person.
He was harsher, more detached. Honestly, if he was going to like, ghost her, then why drag her along?
And now, she'd earned herself a eight hour sermon, whatever that meant.
"I expected better of you, Detective Skye."
It shouldn't be a surprise. Other than Prosecutor Gavin, everybody yelled at her. Ema, stop livetweeting the case. Ema, put your ear phones away and stop listening to True Crime podcasts as you work. Ema, stop eating, you're contaminating the crime scene. Ema, daydrinking is not allowed.
It was always something.
"Your examination of the Penrose and the earlier Khura'inese crime scenes were incredibly detailed. Such a careless slight is uncharacteristically sloppy."
Eight hours, he'd said. Do you know what you've done to me? he'd said. Now she was inside his tiny prayer chamber, and all too aware of how close he was. And how easy it would be to close the distance.
"Can I go?" Ema said.
"It hasn't even been an hour. It hasn't even been five minutes. Sit down."
She obeyed thoughtlessly. Her heart raced at the firmness and commanding tone in his voice. She was all too willing to obey him.
Suddenly, this sermon wasn't so bad after all.
Which was kind of revealing a lot about herself. She'd thought her head against the door stall had been kind of a fluke. But, now the same warmth filled her. His voice was so compelling, he had her eye whether he was speaking soft or harsh words.
Her breath caught as he leaned in. His stern expression gave way to something more gentle.
"Flushed face, dilated pupils, heavy breathing...."
She was all too aware that they were alone. His desk was largely clean of clutter, and well made enough to hold both of them.
She forced her gaze away. She wouldn't think of it. That was all she could really do in this situation. Because here she was, in a foreign country, pretty damn turned on by her boss. And what the hell was she supposed to do with that? They weren't even dating! He was a monk! She wasn't sure if he was even into her like that!
It wasn't like she could just swipe right in this situation. Proseuctor Sahdmadhi didn't even have a Lawyr--the oh so sexy criminal law focused kind of tindr.
(Except good luck finding one that was straight on Lawyr. They should really rebrand and just admit it was Grindr for lawyers.)
He glanced over a scroll. Surely looking for symptoms. He wouldn't find what she had in there. But she wasn't about to let him put the pieces together.
"Flushed face, heavy breathing...Hmm, it could be--"
"H-hey, I got a flu or something, okay! That's why I m-missed the blood. My head was killing me and I got chilled. I probably caught it on that long flight. Airplanes are notoriously bad for catching the flu at."
He leaned in, and pressed his palm across her forehead. The feel of his skin against her was an electric shock. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. Her cheeks burned so brightly, she was sure he would see right through her lie.
He was supposed to be the prosecutor who could predict the way a case would turn. Could he predict how a detective would try and get out of things?
"You worked this hard, despite a fever?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said softly.
"I--I wasn't about to leave you hanging. You brought me all the way over here."
Honestly, she hadn't really tried in a while. In the Prosecutor Gavin years, she'd done everything she could to annoy him back. She'd made her desk twice as messy when he'd told her jovially to clean it up. But for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, she sure could show up.
She was beet red. Hell, she was Apollo Justice red. He smelled like the kinds of earthy herbs she didn't know the names of. At this angle, she could see past his collar, to his Adam's apple. Oh, it'd be so easy to kiss him. She could just see it now: her hands in his hair. The chair toppling beneath them.
The harshness disappeared. In its place was that same familiar gentleness.
"Go on. You've served your penance. Please take care of yourself."
Ema let out a long breath. It wasn't like she believed in anything like hell--she was a woman of science. But there had to be a place in hell for someone who lied to monks, right?
She wasn't sure the excuse that she was too turned on to even think at times around him helped.
*
Ema sneezed. There was flour everywhere.
She'd gone and survived Khura'in, and what was next? Naturally, she was going against Athena Cykes and the snarky Samurai, which sounded kind of like some comedy duo. Oh, and clowns. It always had to be clowns.
And so much flour everywhere.
"Jeez, I sure hope this doesn't mess up my fingerprint powder," Ema muttered to herself.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi surveyed the room, and slowly opened a door. Inside one of the rice paper closets was a shelf of books.
Ema couldn't help but smile. "Can't help but be drawn to books, huh?"
"I cannot ignore a possibility for evidence...or a chance to learn."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi learned unusually fast. Honestly, she'd never met anybody who could pull an all-night cram session like him.
Not that they couldn't manage it--Ema did that many-a-time back in her school days. But, he managed to come out of next to no sleep, if any at all, jetlagged, in a culture which wasn't his own looking like a model.
How did he manage it? Ema sure as hell didn't know.
He pulled out a slim hardcover that had been wedged into the back and examined it.
She noticed his shoulders tense for a moment.
"Huh, did you find a clue?"
With growing excitement--Ema always loved the thrill of finding good evidence--she rose, and peered at the book spread open. She took a step back in shock once she realized just what she was looking at.
Pornographic images of women tied in rope, and photographed in black and white. The women, and some men, were tied in graceful arcs.
Honestly, she'd never seen anything like this. So beautiful, it could hardly be called pornography. It was art that just happened to be very erotic.
"W-wow, I didn't think he'd be a pervert," Ema said.
"It's called shibari. The beauty of tight binding."
"You found that much out in just that little time? Jeez, I've got to get your study tips, you super nerd."
"Intriguing, but not relevant to the case, I am afraid," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
He closed the book, and placed it back on the shelf. He began to survey the rest of the books for clues. She'd never had a prosecutor that she worked with that was this dedicated to investigating the crime scene with her.
As she dusted for fingerprints, Ema couldn't keep the images from her mind. She tried to force herself with simple figures and science facts. Covalent bonds are formed when two atoms share a pair of valence electrons.
She was well into the simple things, like the angles of triangles but it wouldn't leave her mind.
She couldn't push out the memory of how the rope had so seamlessly decorated their bodies, or how Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's eyes had widened in wonder at the sight.
*
"You seem stressed, Detective Skye," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said softly.
She searched at the bottom of the bag. Stressed didn't even begin to cut it. This was full on almost PMS danger level of irritation. And she had just run out of chocolate.
She grimaced. "The delays, the layovers, the lack of sleep! My skin looks awful."
"Your skin looks lovely as always. Do you need to rest?"
"It's an important case," she said softly.
She'd noticed the tension in his jaw, the one tell of all the turmoil he must be feeling inside.
And yet, here he was, comforting her.
"Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, I---"
Nothing she could say would make this better. She couldn't just slap a band-aid or give him some chocolate. But she wished she could cross the boundaries.
"I'll get back to processing the evidence," she said.
"Wait, Detective Skye."
With anybody else, but Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, she probably would've walked right out. What were they going to do? Fire her?
"I am...grateful for all your expertise," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
His green eyes were filled with unspoken sorrow. His voice did things to her. He was calming and charming all at once.
"I have never worked with someone like you. Brilliant, and so very talented."
His gaze fell to his hands.
"I need your strength a little more. Please," he said.
There was so much emotion in that last plea.
She took a deep breath. Somehow, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi found ways to make her not hate him. It could be the ethereal beauty. Or the way his voice did things to her. Or maybe, she was just down bad. She had to be to be here. Even if she was jetlagged, even if it was dangerous, or she didn't understand what the fuck was going on in this case anymore.
No way she was leaving him to face it alone.
"All right," she said.
Time to go into the tomb, and find that evidence, no matter how tired she was.
*
Six months later, Ema was in Khura'in. Sometimes she'd wonder how her life had gotten to this point.
Then she looked at her boss and remembered oh yeah, he swept into my life, and everything changed.
She was still working to learn the language. At times, she had to call up the dang ruler of this land and try and help her order lunch. But, she'd been a fast learner--Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said as much.
Speaking of lunch, he was late for it.
There was a book on shibari in his office that hadn't been there three months ago. Ema had spied the title once during reporting a case. Now, she couldn't get it out of her mind. He'd been as fascinated with the subject as she was. Did he fantasize about being tied up as much as she did?
The room was empty. She looked behind her, as she opened up the book.
"Was there something you needed, Detective Skye?"
She dropped the book, and stepped back.
"Perusing my library?" he smiled. "You're welcome any time, of course."
"I-I just was. Was, um, researching. Researching the case!"
He picked up the book. "I didn't realize this factored into the current case. Perhaps I've missed some materials."
Damn, she should've picked a better excuse.
She puffed out her cheeks. "Not this case. But it could be useful in another case. Y-You never know!"
"It's beautiful, isn't it? The rope is made of hemp. It turns the human body into works of art."
"Um...." Her cheeks burned as she looked away.
"The way you looked at that book...are you interested in Shibari, Detective Skye?"
She blushed. Ema couldn't even speak. She was so wet, so turned on. God, could he just fuck her on his desk already?
"Dilated pupils, a flushed face, struggling for breath... You're ill again? Another fever?"
He reached out and brushed his hand across her forehead. "You should take care of yourself. If you need to leave, then--"
"No..." Ema said.
He started to take his hand away, but she clutched tight about his wrists. He was poised there, against her face, and she rested against his palm and nuzzled close.
What could she even say? Please speak more, because every word you say gets me hot? You could read your whole thousand prayers or the phone book and I'd still be panting?
"Can you just...stay like that?"
"It's the compliments, isn't it? All this time, you were..."
"D-Don't judge me!" Ema sputtered.
"Look, it's not with everyone. It's just with you. I don't know--it's not my fault you have a sexy voice, okay! And...you telling me I'm a great forensics specialist just makes me feel good. Really, really good in a way I've never reacted before. The sort of way I don't even know what to do with."
She couldn't bring herself to say that it sent shivers down her spine, that he'd left her wet with a single good job.
"You are a remarkable detective," he said. "Perhaps the best detective I've ever worked with. You're intensely intelligent, and beautiful beyond measure. Truly I am blessed to have met you."
"Y-you've just got a silver tongue," Ema said.
"I do not speak flattery; I speak only the truth. And the truth is you are the most beautiful, remarkable woman I have ever met. I feel honored to have reincarnated into this life at the same time as you. To be able to share this life with you."
"You always thought that of me? Even when I was being awful to you?"
He nodded.
"Listen, I get so frustrated trying to figure out what you're thinking. I've been so wrapped up in this--in you."
She let out a little whimper as his hand left her warm cheeks. His thumb traced her lower lip slowly.
"Fine. I'm interested in--that book. I'm interested in everything about you, and I don't want to share you at all. I..." she couldn't say the words. But he removed his fingertips, only to replace them with something softer: his lips.
She'd daydreamed of this so many times. She tangled her fingers in his hair and eagerly kissed back.
He would kiss her, only to break off, and murmur how lovely in her ear. Now that he knew her weakness, damn if he wasn't taking advantage of it. Ema had been pushed to her utter limits for months.
"You know, I always keep two handcuffs on hand, just in case," Ema said.
"Yes, you are very prepared at all times."
"Thanks, but that's not what I mean." She held her hands out to be tied. "You got any of that rope?"
Being tied up was always a matter of trust. But with him, it wasn't even a question. She'd never trusted a prosecutor like this.
"No, to do this properly, it would require something else. Hmm. If you wish to stop, say the word....apple."
"Apple? Why?" Ema said
"It's a word unlikely to be uttered in a situation like this, thus ensuring I hear and stop whatever caused you discomfort. A contract and negotiation would be preferable, but right now we simply need a safe word."
"All right. If it goes too far I'll say...that," Ema said.
"We should discuss what you wish."
"I...trust you. So do whatever you want with me," Ema said.
"Anything I want?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi chuckled. "You have no idea what that could be."
"Someone as gentle as you wouldn't hurt me," Ema said.
"As gentle as me? I've done terrible things," he said softly.
Ema reached up to stroke his jaw. She'd wanted to do that for months. Hell, she wanted to do that since the first moment they met. She'd just been trying to bury down how overpowering her attraction was to him.
"The last queen made you do some awful things to keep your family alive. You're not a bad person, though. Even if she tried to break that from you. You always had this gentleness and serenity that even she couldn't shake."
He rested against her touch and closed his eyes. "I hope one day I can be forgiven. I had not thought of my conduct, what I had been forced to do. But now the people I was forced to prosecute...they haunt me."
"Then we'll beat back the ghosts together," she said.
He wetted his finger before he flipped the pages, and came across a pattern. A figure eight of rope was around the model's breasts. Ropes went between her thighs, crossing her crotch and circling her thighs.
"I like this one. Very elegant. Shall I tie this?"
Ema glanced towards the door. "Right here in your office?"
"There's a lock. Or would you prefer to be taken in my prayer chamber?"
"We can do it there later," she said. Like a public sex bingo. And she was going to scream bingo all night long.
He kissed her wrists--her wrists! It was such a gentle, even courtly gesture, and somehow so fitting.
He started to strip off her clothes. When he got down to her bra, he slipped his fingers into the cups. His fingertips traced her nipples. It was enough to make her breath hitch.|
"Hey...you're being too quiet."
"Do you wish me to stop?"
"No...I never thought I'd say this to a prosecutor, but I don't want you to stop talking."
"And what, should I say?"
"Anything," she said.
"Hmmm. Perhaps I will say you are the loveliest, most beautiful flower I have ever seen. That your brilliance astounds me, and I adore every moment we spend together working."
Her breath caught.
"Or, I could just say 'good girl.' Would that suffice?"
This brought a moan out of her. "N-Nahyuta..."
"I wonder if I could make you come simply by voice alone," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. "It certainly is a nice experiment, yes?"
She shuddered at the thought. "Maybe."
"Well, then we shall do it..scientifically and discover if it's possible."
He managed to undo the clasp, and took the bra off. then it was just her panties. Ema let out a long breath as he gently peeled them down over her hips. They lingered at her knees.
God, she was wet. Her clit ached to be touched. But the only touch she had was rope as he bound her in the most beautiful knots she'd ever seen.
"You're like a work of art, my dear Ema. I must stand back and admire you."
"Stop teasing me," she said. He hadn't undressed at all, and she could see the growing outline of his bulge, even covered by his golden-white robes and pants.
"Remember the scientific method," he said.
He started to speak a sutra. She didn't know the meaning of many of the words, only how they seemed so elegant and mysterious over his lips. Her skin grew hot as she felt his breath against her. She tried to grind against him, desperate for release, but he kept her firmly away.
She couldn't help but whimper. Her clit throbbed, ached for attention.
"I really want you in me," she said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi looked all too amused.
"You said you wished to let me have my way with you, and do whatever I will? And here you are making demands."
"Ugh, you know how I am! I'm a messy and demanding bitch. And you've been edging me for ages. Pretty much since the first time we met."
"You come first," he said. "Is that acceptable to you?"
"God, please."
He tightened the rope and began to touch her. His caresses were completely unhurried. She was desperate to come now. But Prosecutor Sahdmadhi went at his own speed. His hands over her were intensely gentle, and made her ache for more.
And all the while, he spoke soft words to her. You're so lovely, you're so beautiful, how I love you.
He kept her steady, and controlled just how much contact she could have in her bound state.
She'd never been so desperate to fuck in her life. As he spoke more sutras, and held her wrists, she finally was able to reach him with her body. She ground against him like a cat in heat. This time he let her.
"I believe this case study was damaged. We'll have to try again," he said.
The hemp rope was rough against her skin. "Please, just fuck me. No more teasing."
"Soon," he said.
"Soon?!"
He took a pair of scissors and cut the rope free about her crotch. Then he pushed the rope aside. She writhed beneath him, so damn ready to be filled.
He bent down to his knees, like he was in prayer, and pushed his face between her legs. She couldn't be quiet in that moment. His fingers pushed into her. He let out a really satisfying moan just at the feel of her. He thrust his long fingers into her. His tongue was warm and so perfect over her folds, her clit. He teased her then, going more slowly. She couldn't even angle with how bound and how much he had her under his control.
And it was hotter because she knew he'd stop at a word. She held the real strings here.
As her first orgasm came, he didn't stop. He kept on flicking his tongue over her sensitive, throbbing clit.
Her legs trembled. As good as she felt, she wanted something more. To hear the sound of his voice.
"Hey, A-apple," she said.
He pulled back, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did I hurt you?"
"I mean, don't stop entirely I just really wanted to hear you. To touch you. Let me feel you more, okay?"
Her face was hot from both embarrassment and pleasure.
"I just love hearing you....feeling you. I still want to have sex very much. I just want a little more contact, okay?"
He gently brushed her hair back. "Oh, Ema. You came so beautifully for me. You were such a good girl."
She let out a slow groan. At this rate she'd come again before he got in her.
"Every day you come to work, I'm just overcome with what a good job you do. How intelligent and breathtakingly lovely you are. I feel honored to be near you, be loved by you. I have never quite seen such beauty as yours, Ema. And to see you come like this...it is unforgettable. Though I hope to see you utterly full of pleasure again soon."
He let her hands free. Ema immediately gripped his waist and pushed his pants down. He was still hard, and the lack of any wet spots made her think he'd kept it up that whole time. How the hell had he not come from all that? Fuck, he had to have amazing self control.
"Please, let me."
"What do you wish, Ema?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said serenely.
"I want to taste you."
"I shall allow it," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
She went down to her knees, and gladly took him in her mouth.
She moaned loudly as she sucked the side of his cock. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive veins. She couldn't help but moan as she took him as deep as she could managed.
Nahyuta was a gentleman who didn't gag her on his cock--which was frankly, a nice size at that. She kept her gaze on him as such sucked and stroked on the cock she'd been aching for all this time.
Nahyuta kept in his stroking of her hair. It took more than her skills to make away the entirely of his serenity. Still, he petted her hair in the softest way, and kept speaking to her. The little lift, and tremble of his voice as he kept talking as she requested honestly made it for her.
Look at what he'd turned her into. A cock hungry slut, one step away from acting like a bitch in heat. And she loved it. She'd been so bored with the vanilla other guys she'd dated. It'd taken meeting him to realize what she really wanted.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi let out a soft, satisfied sigh. "You are wonderful at this, just as you are at everything."
She pulled back. "You haven't even came yet."
"Still, I must compliment you greatly."
"Think you could come in me? I'm on the pill. I haven't dated anyone in forever, and was tested before, so I know I'm clean."
"You would do me the honor?"
"I'd beg you to. I'm super into that," she said.
"Now, I must take what you have offered me, and do what I wish most."
He took her wrists and held her down. She couldn't even move. She was at his every mercy. And how hot that made her feel.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Nahyuta said gently.
"No, you're just right."
"I should've done this earlier. But, we were caught up in the moment."
"I liked leaving it to you. I mean, it's not like I'm weak-willed or anything," Ema said. She puffed out her cheeks. "It was just hot, okay?"
"You are the last person I would call weak willed."
"Here you are, wrapped up like a present. All for me? All mine?"
"All yours," she said. "I was since I first met you."
"Me too."
She let out a low moan as he filled her, and how nice and thick he was inside her. He thrust into her in a steady pace at first. She was so wet and ready that this even pace got her hotter than a quick and hard fuck.
Belonging to him left her wet. And even more, having him belong to her. He kissed down her neck. His each moment was controlled. Even in the height of passion he kept his balance.
Here she was, begging, gasping, but he held her down and made her enjoy this fuck slowly.
He was graceful and strong as he held her, controlled her, filled her. Fuck, she'd waited for so long to feel his cock so deep inside her. She nearly screamed at how good his girth felt in her.
Except screams would probably get guards bashing down the doors trying to protect their ruler. Not a great idea.
She could barely speak. All she could do was moan, her mind full of pleasure and wonder as he moved in her. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, however, could still speak even through it all. And he whispered soft things to her.
You're so beautiful. You're such a good girl. You feel so good. I love you so, Ema.
The sound of his voice, and the praise left her even more turned on. The roughness of the rope perfectly contrasted the softness of his skin.
He quickened the pace, and it couldn't have come close enough. He'd nearly driven her wild with pleasure. Had he not held her down, had he not filled her with kisses and his cock, she'd be begging (and swearing) at him.
Her cries became more, so much she couldn't hold them back as he began to give her the pressure and pleasure she'd wanted. Because he'd taken it so slow, her body ached with pleasure at each quicker thrust.
"N-Nahyuta...Ah...."
"I love you," he whispered.
The thrust was enough to make her reach her own pleasure as he held her tight. The last of his thrusts filled her,
and came right inside her, and left her warm and dripping.
They both were left panting and gasping as the pleasure came over them.
"Oh, fuck. I needed that. I needed that so badly."
She leaned back and let out a moan. "So badly."
"Kiss me. Leave a mark on me. Even if nobody can see it, it'll still be our secret. Of how I'm yours," Ema said breathlessly.
"Your wish is my command, Ema."
He kissed her almost too gently. She had to ask again to get a slightly harder kiss, with teeth down on her breasts to get a kiss bruise.
"Come here," she said.
Nahyuta leaned in, and she kissed his neck. Lower down, where no one would see beneath his collar, she began to suck hard. When he lifted up, the skin had already begun to redden.
"I must request something as well." Of course, it would be only right to keep such terms upon the battlefields of the courts. But when we are alone, I wish you to call me by my given name."
"Nahyuta," she said, testing it out aloud. She'd slipped into calling him by his name in bed, but being that he was both boss and ruler, there was always a question if he'd be Prince Nahyuta Sahdmadhi or Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
"And you shall be my Ema. My one and only detective."
His Ema. Holy fuck, the things her prosecutor could do to her. Just in the way he said her name, he make her so desperately captivated by him again.
*
Soon after, a gift was left on her doorstep.
A choker of pearls, with a pendant of a lotus that rested in the hollow of her neck. Every morning she put it on, and remembered. Her boss. Her boyfriend. Her Prosecutor.
The tightness reminded her of how ropes had covered her body and how much she'd been his. The symbol was of the royal family. She could not be more clearly his.
It was hidden away by his sleeves, but there was a hemp bracelet about his wrist. She wasn't merely bound to him, but him bound to her. Just a reminder that they belonged to each other.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: NC-17
Word count:
Word count: 5807
Summary: Ema can barely deal with how much she likes compliments from her new prosecutor.
Author's note: Kink meme: Nahyuta/Ema, D/s relationship without any sadomasochism. Bonus points if Nahyuta doesn't see anything unnatural about the relationship.
Longfic bingo: D/s.
Has mentioned spoilers all the way to the end of the game.
Content: praise kink, praise kink, more praise kink, oh and praise kink. Also shibari and orgasm denial.
Ema stumbled out of the courtroom like a drunkard. To be fair, she could really use a drink right now, or about ten pounds of Snackoos. She slipped into the women's rest room, the one place where the gaze of her coworker's couldn't follow her. Ema struggled to catch her breath as she laid her head against the cool walls of the bathroom.
Ema had been so sure that she'd nuked her entire career. Just when things were starting to go well, she'd stepped out. She hadn't cared if she got transferred when she interrupted Prosecutor Gavin's cases to amend evidence. The further she got from that office, the better, even if she had to go out in flames.
Even if the evidence was pretty damning, she knew Trucy, that sweet girl who had followed around Apollo on so many cases. There was no chance in hell she'd be a mastermind behind any murder. The mere thought was laughable.
But even as she'd gone against him, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi had called her back up. His voice had been so very gentle as he said the words.
You did a fine job, Detective. Your testimony was invaluable.
She bit her lip. It wasn't the first time he'd praised her. He'd smiled gently when she'd found those prints. Even through the disastrous cross examination, he kept mentioning how hard she worked, and how flawless her expertise was.
You're hard-working, you're brilliant, he'd said in such a serene, melodious voice. Her whole mood would lift just with a smile. It was like caffeine, but without the jitteriness.
Maybe it was the soft cadence of his voice as he praised her. Maybe because it'd been just so damn long since she heard the words.
Ema felt like she needed a cigarette and she didn't even smoke.
And honestly, working here, with a prosecutor who treated her like some kind of scientific genius, having the forensics band about her arm, it was such a relief. Everything she'd went through felt worth it.
But this felt different. She rested her burning face against the stall. She'd let it go to her head. She'd ignored the signs. Not that it mattered, anyways. He was an international prosecutor. She'd probably never even see him again.
I hope we can work together again in the future.
Empty platitudes. Ema tried to steady her breath. Panic and distress had melted into something else at his goodbye. The way his voice had a slight lilt when he said her name was like a drug. She needed more.
*
Ema had never been so glad to lose a case.
She'd felt a buzz of energy the whole day. Relief, the lingering aftereffects of stress, and something far harder to name all swirled inside.
Of course, she knew what it was. But to admit it, to say the words that a mere compliment would leave her feeling like this...well.
She didn't want to speak it. Didn't want to admit it. It was just a fluke from stress, that was all. It wouldn't matter. He'd go back overseas and they'd never work together again. Her life would return to normal this this--whatever it was--would be gone.
The thought of that emptiness made her ache. A crush, maybe? What else could she call it when his very voice left her tingly and wishing he'd kiss, and do even more. When every time he complimented her and managed a smile, she felt breathless.
But when he came to ask her to go overseas with him, she didn't even think before she said the words yes.
*
It'd all been so great. A huge rush of going with Prosecutor Sahdmadhi overseas. Seeing Khura'in, a country she'd never been before. Full of monks and unique cases which seemed kind of draconian now that she thought about it. But Ema was too curious. She just had to know about the super special science which made them have a one-hundred percent case victory.
She hadn't expected it to be, well, kind of authoritarian. Though speaking up probably would get her thrown off of Mt. Poni Poni.
Then, discordant--not exactly compliments. Here she was, jetlagged, in a foreign culture and she could still barely speak the language. Duolingo did not have a sector on Khura'inese, one of the world's hardest languages. A lot of the time she settled for getting a translation from Prosecutor Sahdmadhi. Who almost the moment they landed in his home country became like a completely different person.
He was harsher, more detached. Honestly, if he was going to like, ghost her, then why drag her along?
And now, she'd earned herself a eight hour sermon, whatever that meant.
"I expected better of you, Detective Skye."
It shouldn't be a surprise. Other than Prosecutor Gavin, everybody yelled at her. Ema, stop livetweeting the case. Ema, put your ear phones away and stop listening to True Crime podcasts as you work. Ema, stop eating, you're contaminating the crime scene. Ema, daydrinking is not allowed.
It was always something.
"Your examination of the Penrose and the earlier Khura'inese crime scenes were incredibly detailed. Such a careless slight is uncharacteristically sloppy."
Eight hours, he'd said. Do you know what you've done to me? he'd said. Now she was inside his tiny prayer chamber, and all too aware of how close he was. And how easy it would be to close the distance.
"Can I go?" Ema said.
"It hasn't even been an hour. It hasn't even been five minutes. Sit down."
She obeyed thoughtlessly. Her heart raced at the firmness and commanding tone in his voice. She was all too willing to obey him.
Suddenly, this sermon wasn't so bad after all.
Which was kind of revealing a lot about herself. She'd thought her head against the door stall had been kind of a fluke. But, now the same warmth filled her. His voice was so compelling, he had her eye whether he was speaking soft or harsh words.
Her breath caught as he leaned in. His stern expression gave way to something more gentle.
"Flushed face, dilated pupils, heavy breathing...."
She was all too aware that they were alone. His desk was largely clean of clutter, and well made enough to hold both of them.
She forced her gaze away. She wouldn't think of it. That was all she could really do in this situation. Because here she was, in a foreign country, pretty damn turned on by her boss. And what the hell was she supposed to do with that? They weren't even dating! He was a monk! She wasn't sure if he was even into her like that!
It wasn't like she could just swipe right in this situation. Proseuctor Sahdmadhi didn't even have a Lawyr--the oh so sexy criminal law focused kind of tindr.
(Except good luck finding one that was straight on Lawyr. They should really rebrand and just admit it was Grindr for lawyers.)
He glanced over a scroll. Surely looking for symptoms. He wouldn't find what she had in there. But she wasn't about to let him put the pieces together.
"Flushed face, heavy breathing...Hmm, it could be--"
"H-hey, I got a flu or something, okay! That's why I m-missed the blood. My head was killing me and I got chilled. I probably caught it on that long flight. Airplanes are notoriously bad for catching the flu at."
He leaned in, and pressed his palm across her forehead. The feel of his skin against her was an electric shock. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning. Her cheeks burned so brightly, she was sure he would see right through her lie.
He was supposed to be the prosecutor who could predict the way a case would turn. Could he predict how a detective would try and get out of things?
"You worked this hard, despite a fever?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said softly.
"I--I wasn't about to leave you hanging. You brought me all the way over here."
Honestly, she hadn't really tried in a while. In the Prosecutor Gavin years, she'd done everything she could to annoy him back. She'd made her desk twice as messy when he'd told her jovially to clean it up. But for Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, she sure could show up.
She was beet red. Hell, she was Apollo Justice red. He smelled like the kinds of earthy herbs she didn't know the names of. At this angle, she could see past his collar, to his Adam's apple. Oh, it'd be so easy to kiss him. She could just see it now: her hands in his hair. The chair toppling beneath them.
The harshness disappeared. In its place was that same familiar gentleness.
"Go on. You've served your penance. Please take care of yourself."
Ema let out a long breath. It wasn't like she believed in anything like hell--she was a woman of science. But there had to be a place in hell for someone who lied to monks, right?
She wasn't sure the excuse that she was too turned on to even think at times around him helped.
*
Ema sneezed. There was flour everywhere.
She'd gone and survived Khura'in, and what was next? Naturally, she was going against Athena Cykes and the snarky Samurai, which sounded kind of like some comedy duo. Oh, and clowns. It always had to be clowns.
And so much flour everywhere.
"Jeez, I sure hope this doesn't mess up my fingerprint powder," Ema muttered to herself.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi surveyed the room, and slowly opened a door. Inside one of the rice paper closets was a shelf of books.
Ema couldn't help but smile. "Can't help but be drawn to books, huh?"
"I cannot ignore a possibility for evidence...or a chance to learn."
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi learned unusually fast. Honestly, she'd never met anybody who could pull an all-night cram session like him.
Not that they couldn't manage it--Ema did that many-a-time back in her school days. But, he managed to come out of next to no sleep, if any at all, jetlagged, in a culture which wasn't his own looking like a model.
How did he manage it? Ema sure as hell didn't know.
He pulled out a slim hardcover that had been wedged into the back and examined it.
She noticed his shoulders tense for a moment.
"Huh, did you find a clue?"
With growing excitement--Ema always loved the thrill of finding good evidence--she rose, and peered at the book spread open. She took a step back in shock once she realized just what she was looking at.
Pornographic images of women tied in rope, and photographed in black and white. The women, and some men, were tied in graceful arcs.
Honestly, she'd never seen anything like this. So beautiful, it could hardly be called pornography. It was art that just happened to be very erotic.
"W-wow, I didn't think he'd be a pervert," Ema said.
"It's called shibari. The beauty of tight binding."
"You found that much out in just that little time? Jeez, I've got to get your study tips, you super nerd."
"Intriguing, but not relevant to the case, I am afraid," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
He closed the book, and placed it back on the shelf. He began to survey the rest of the books for clues. She'd never had a prosecutor that she worked with that was this dedicated to investigating the crime scene with her.
As she dusted for fingerprints, Ema couldn't keep the images from her mind. She tried to force herself with simple figures and science facts. Covalent bonds are formed when two atoms share a pair of valence electrons.
She was well into the simple things, like the angles of triangles but it wouldn't leave her mind.
She couldn't push out the memory of how the rope had so seamlessly decorated their bodies, or how Prosecutor Sahdmadhi's eyes had widened in wonder at the sight.
*
"You seem stressed, Detective Skye," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said softly.
She searched at the bottom of the bag. Stressed didn't even begin to cut it. This was full on almost PMS danger level of irritation. And she had just run out of chocolate.
She grimaced. "The delays, the layovers, the lack of sleep! My skin looks awful."
"Your skin looks lovely as always. Do you need to rest?"
"It's an important case," she said softly.
She'd noticed the tension in his jaw, the one tell of all the turmoil he must be feeling inside.
And yet, here he was, comforting her.
"Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, I---"
Nothing she could say would make this better. She couldn't just slap a band-aid or give him some chocolate. But she wished she could cross the boundaries.
"I'll get back to processing the evidence," she said.
"Wait, Detective Skye."
With anybody else, but Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, she probably would've walked right out. What were they going to do? Fire her?
"I am...grateful for all your expertise," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
His green eyes were filled with unspoken sorrow. His voice did things to her. He was calming and charming all at once.
"I have never worked with someone like you. Brilliant, and so very talented."
His gaze fell to his hands.
"I need your strength a little more. Please," he said.
There was so much emotion in that last plea.
She took a deep breath. Somehow, Prosecutor Sahdmadhi found ways to make her not hate him. It could be the ethereal beauty. Or the way his voice did things to her. Or maybe, she was just down bad. She had to be to be here. Even if she was jetlagged, even if it was dangerous, or she didn't understand what the fuck was going on in this case anymore.
No way she was leaving him to face it alone.
"All right," she said.
Time to go into the tomb, and find that evidence, no matter how tired she was.
*
Six months later, Ema was in Khura'in. Sometimes she'd wonder how her life had gotten to this point.
Then she looked at her boss and remembered oh yeah, he swept into my life, and everything changed.
She was still working to learn the language. At times, she had to call up the dang ruler of this land and try and help her order lunch. But, she'd been a fast learner--Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said as much.
Speaking of lunch, he was late for it.
There was a book on shibari in his office that hadn't been there three months ago. Ema had spied the title once during reporting a case. Now, she couldn't get it out of her mind. He'd been as fascinated with the subject as she was. Did he fantasize about being tied up as much as she did?
The room was empty. She looked behind her, as she opened up the book.
"Was there something you needed, Detective Skye?"
She dropped the book, and stepped back.
"Perusing my library?" he smiled. "You're welcome any time, of course."
"I-I just was. Was, um, researching. Researching the case!"
He picked up the book. "I didn't realize this factored into the current case. Perhaps I've missed some materials."
Damn, she should've picked a better excuse.
She puffed out her cheeks. "Not this case. But it could be useful in another case. Y-You never know!"
"It's beautiful, isn't it? The rope is made of hemp. It turns the human body into works of art."
"Um...." Her cheeks burned as she looked away.
"The way you looked at that book...are you interested in Shibari, Detective Skye?"
She blushed. Ema couldn't even speak. She was so wet, so turned on. God, could he just fuck her on his desk already?
"Dilated pupils, a flushed face, struggling for breath... You're ill again? Another fever?"
He reached out and brushed his hand across her forehead. "You should take care of yourself. If you need to leave, then--"
"No..." Ema said.
He started to take his hand away, but she clutched tight about his wrists. He was poised there, against her face, and she rested against his palm and nuzzled close.
What could she even say? Please speak more, because every word you say gets me hot? You could read your whole thousand prayers or the phone book and I'd still be panting?
"Can you just...stay like that?"
"It's the compliments, isn't it? All this time, you were..."
"D-Don't judge me!" Ema sputtered.
"Look, it's not with everyone. It's just with you. I don't know--it's not my fault you have a sexy voice, okay! And...you telling me I'm a great forensics specialist just makes me feel good. Really, really good in a way I've never reacted before. The sort of way I don't even know what to do with."
She couldn't bring herself to say that it sent shivers down her spine, that he'd left her wet with a single good job.
"You are a remarkable detective," he said. "Perhaps the best detective I've ever worked with. You're intensely intelligent, and beautiful beyond measure. Truly I am blessed to have met you."
"Y-you've just got a silver tongue," Ema said.
"I do not speak flattery; I speak only the truth. And the truth is you are the most beautiful, remarkable woman I have ever met. I feel honored to have reincarnated into this life at the same time as you. To be able to share this life with you."
"You always thought that of me? Even when I was being awful to you?"
He nodded.
"Listen, I get so frustrated trying to figure out what you're thinking. I've been so wrapped up in this--in you."
She let out a little whimper as his hand left her warm cheeks. His thumb traced her lower lip slowly.
"Fine. I'm interested in--that book. I'm interested in everything about you, and I don't want to share you at all. I..." she couldn't say the words. But he removed his fingertips, only to replace them with something softer: his lips.
She'd daydreamed of this so many times. She tangled her fingers in his hair and eagerly kissed back.
He would kiss her, only to break off, and murmur how lovely in her ear. Now that he knew her weakness, damn if he wasn't taking advantage of it. Ema had been pushed to her utter limits for months.
"You know, I always keep two handcuffs on hand, just in case," Ema said.
"Yes, you are very prepared at all times."
"Thanks, but that's not what I mean." She held her hands out to be tied. "You got any of that rope?"
Being tied up was always a matter of trust. But with him, it wasn't even a question. She'd never trusted a prosecutor like this.
"No, to do this properly, it would require something else. Hmm. If you wish to stop, say the word....apple."
"Apple? Why?" Ema said
"It's a word unlikely to be uttered in a situation like this, thus ensuring I hear and stop whatever caused you discomfort. A contract and negotiation would be preferable, but right now we simply need a safe word."
"All right. If it goes too far I'll say...that," Ema said.
"We should discuss what you wish."
"I...trust you. So do whatever you want with me," Ema said.
"Anything I want?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi chuckled. "You have no idea what that could be."
"Someone as gentle as you wouldn't hurt me," Ema said.
"As gentle as me? I've done terrible things," he said softly.
Ema reached up to stroke his jaw. She'd wanted to do that for months. Hell, she wanted to do that since the first moment they met. She'd just been trying to bury down how overpowering her attraction was to him.
"The last queen made you do some awful things to keep your family alive. You're not a bad person, though. Even if she tried to break that from you. You always had this gentleness and serenity that even she couldn't shake."
He rested against her touch and closed his eyes. "I hope one day I can be forgiven. I had not thought of my conduct, what I had been forced to do. But now the people I was forced to prosecute...they haunt me."
"Then we'll beat back the ghosts together," she said.
He wetted his finger before he flipped the pages, and came across a pattern. A figure eight of rope was around the model's breasts. Ropes went between her thighs, crossing her crotch and circling her thighs.
"I like this one. Very elegant. Shall I tie this?"
Ema glanced towards the door. "Right here in your office?"
"There's a lock. Or would you prefer to be taken in my prayer chamber?"
"We can do it there later," she said. Like a public sex bingo. And she was going to scream bingo all night long.
He kissed her wrists--her wrists! It was such a gentle, even courtly gesture, and somehow so fitting.
He started to strip off her clothes. When he got down to her bra, he slipped his fingers into the cups. His fingertips traced her nipples. It was enough to make her breath hitch.|
"Hey...you're being too quiet."
"Do you wish me to stop?"
"No...I never thought I'd say this to a prosecutor, but I don't want you to stop talking."
"And what, should I say?"
"Anything," she said.
"Hmmm. Perhaps I will say you are the loveliest, most beautiful flower I have ever seen. That your brilliance astounds me, and I adore every moment we spend together working."
Her breath caught.
"Or, I could just say 'good girl.' Would that suffice?"
This brought a moan out of her. "N-Nahyuta..."
"I wonder if I could make you come simply by voice alone," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said. "It certainly is a nice experiment, yes?"
She shuddered at the thought. "Maybe."
"Well, then we shall do it..scientifically and discover if it's possible."
He managed to undo the clasp, and took the bra off. then it was just her panties. Ema let out a long breath as he gently peeled them down over her hips. They lingered at her knees.
God, she was wet. Her clit ached to be touched. But the only touch she had was rope as he bound her in the most beautiful knots she'd ever seen.
"You're like a work of art, my dear Ema. I must stand back and admire you."
"Stop teasing me," she said. He hadn't undressed at all, and she could see the growing outline of his bulge, even covered by his golden-white robes and pants.
"Remember the scientific method," he said.
He started to speak a sutra. She didn't know the meaning of many of the words, only how they seemed so elegant and mysterious over his lips. Her skin grew hot as she felt his breath against her. She tried to grind against him, desperate for release, but he kept her firmly away.
She couldn't help but whimper. Her clit throbbed, ached for attention.
"I really want you in me," she said.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi looked all too amused.
"You said you wished to let me have my way with you, and do whatever I will? And here you are making demands."
"Ugh, you know how I am! I'm a messy and demanding bitch. And you've been edging me for ages. Pretty much since the first time we met."
"You come first," he said. "Is that acceptable to you?"
"God, please."
He tightened the rope and began to touch her. His caresses were completely unhurried. She was desperate to come now. But Prosecutor Sahdmadhi went at his own speed. His hands over her were intensely gentle, and made her ache for more.
And all the while, he spoke soft words to her. You're so lovely, you're so beautiful, how I love you.
He kept her steady, and controlled just how much contact she could have in her bound state.
She'd never been so desperate to fuck in her life. As he spoke more sutras, and held her wrists, she finally was able to reach him with her body. She ground against him like a cat in heat. This time he let her.
"I believe this case study was damaged. We'll have to try again," he said.
The hemp rope was rough against her skin. "Please, just fuck me. No more teasing."
"Soon," he said.
"Soon?!"
He took a pair of scissors and cut the rope free about her crotch. Then he pushed the rope aside. She writhed beneath him, so damn ready to be filled.
He bent down to his knees, like he was in prayer, and pushed his face between her legs. She couldn't be quiet in that moment. His fingers pushed into her. He let out a really satisfying moan just at the feel of her. He thrust his long fingers into her. His tongue was warm and so perfect over her folds, her clit. He teased her then, going more slowly. She couldn't even angle with how bound and how much he had her under his control.
And it was hotter because she knew he'd stop at a word. She held the real strings here.
As her first orgasm came, he didn't stop. He kept on flicking his tongue over her sensitive, throbbing clit.
Her legs trembled. As good as she felt, she wanted something more. To hear the sound of his voice.
"Hey, A-apple," she said.
He pulled back, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did I hurt you?"
"I mean, don't stop entirely I just really wanted to hear you. To touch you. Let me feel you more, okay?"
Her face was hot from both embarrassment and pleasure.
"I just love hearing you....feeling you. I still want to have sex very much. I just want a little more contact, okay?"
He gently brushed her hair back. "Oh, Ema. You came so beautifully for me. You were such a good girl."
She let out a slow groan. At this rate she'd come again before he got in her.
"Every day you come to work, I'm just overcome with what a good job you do. How intelligent and breathtakingly lovely you are. I feel honored to be near you, be loved by you. I have never quite seen such beauty as yours, Ema. And to see you come like this...it is unforgettable. Though I hope to see you utterly full of pleasure again soon."
He let her hands free. Ema immediately gripped his waist and pushed his pants down. He was still hard, and the lack of any wet spots made her think he'd kept it up that whole time. How the hell had he not come from all that? Fuck, he had to have amazing self control.
"Please, let me."
"What do you wish, Ema?" Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said serenely.
"I want to taste you."
"I shall allow it," Prosecutor Sahdmadhi said.
She went down to her knees, and gladly took him in her mouth.
She moaned loudly as she sucked the side of his cock. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive veins. She couldn't help but moan as she took him as deep as she could managed.
Nahyuta was a gentleman who didn't gag her on his cock--which was frankly, a nice size at that. She kept her gaze on him as such sucked and stroked on the cock she'd been aching for all this time.
Nahyuta kept in his stroking of her hair. It took more than her skills to make away the entirely of his serenity. Still, he petted her hair in the softest way, and kept speaking to her. The little lift, and tremble of his voice as he kept talking as she requested honestly made it for her.
Look at what he'd turned her into. A cock hungry slut, one step away from acting like a bitch in heat. And she loved it. She'd been so bored with the vanilla other guys she'd dated. It'd taken meeting him to realize what she really wanted.
Prosecutor Sahdmadhi let out a soft, satisfied sigh. "You are wonderful at this, just as you are at everything."
She pulled back. "You haven't even came yet."
"Still, I must compliment you greatly."
"Think you could come in me? I'm on the pill. I haven't dated anyone in forever, and was tested before, so I know I'm clean."
"You would do me the honor?"
"I'd beg you to. I'm super into that," she said.
"Now, I must take what you have offered me, and do what I wish most."
He took her wrists and held her down. She couldn't even move. She was at his every mercy. And how hot that made her feel.
"I'm not too heavy, am I?" Nahyuta said gently.
"No, you're just right."
"I should've done this earlier. But, we were caught up in the moment."
"I liked leaving it to you. I mean, it's not like I'm weak-willed or anything," Ema said. She puffed out her cheeks. "It was just hot, okay?"
"You are the last person I would call weak willed."
"Here you are, wrapped up like a present. All for me? All mine?"
"All yours," she said. "I was since I first met you."
"Me too."
She let out a low moan as he filled her, and how nice and thick he was inside her. He thrust into her in a steady pace at first. She was so wet and ready that this even pace got her hotter than a quick and hard fuck.
Belonging to him left her wet. And even more, having him belong to her. He kissed down her neck. His each moment was controlled. Even in the height of passion he kept his balance.
Here she was, begging, gasping, but he held her down and made her enjoy this fuck slowly.
He was graceful and strong as he held her, controlled her, filled her. Fuck, she'd waited for so long to feel his cock so deep inside her. She nearly screamed at how good his girth felt in her.
Except screams would probably get guards bashing down the doors trying to protect their ruler. Not a great idea.
She could barely speak. All she could do was moan, her mind full of pleasure and wonder as he moved in her. Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, however, could still speak even through it all. And he whispered soft things to her.
You're so beautiful. You're such a good girl. You feel so good. I love you so, Ema.
The sound of his voice, and the praise left her even more turned on. The roughness of the rope perfectly contrasted the softness of his skin.
He quickened the pace, and it couldn't have come close enough. He'd nearly driven her wild with pleasure. Had he not held her down, had he not filled her with kisses and his cock, she'd be begging (and swearing) at him.
Her cries became more, so much she couldn't hold them back as he began to give her the pressure and pleasure she'd wanted. Because he'd taken it so slow, her body ached with pleasure at each quicker thrust.
"N-Nahyuta...Ah...."
"I love you," he whispered.
The thrust was enough to make her reach her own pleasure as he held her tight. The last of his thrusts filled her,
and came right inside her, and left her warm and dripping.
They both were left panting and gasping as the pleasure came over them.
"Oh, fuck. I needed that. I needed that so badly."
She leaned back and let out a moan. "So badly."
"Kiss me. Leave a mark on me. Even if nobody can see it, it'll still be our secret. Of how I'm yours," Ema said breathlessly.
"Your wish is my command, Ema."
He kissed her almost too gently. She had to ask again to get a slightly harder kiss, with teeth down on her breasts to get a kiss bruise.
"Come here," she said.
Nahyuta leaned in, and she kissed his neck. Lower down, where no one would see beneath his collar, she began to suck hard. When he lifted up, the skin had already begun to redden.
"I must request something as well." Of course, it would be only right to keep such terms upon the battlefields of the courts. But when we are alone, I wish you to call me by my given name."
"Nahyuta," she said, testing it out aloud. She'd slipped into calling him by his name in bed, but being that he was both boss and ruler, there was always a question if he'd be Prince Nahyuta Sahdmadhi or Prosecutor Sahdmadhi.
"And you shall be my Ema. My one and only detective."
His Ema. Holy fuck, the things her prosecutor could do to her. Just in the way he said her name, he make her so desperately captivated by him again.
*
Soon after, a gift was left on her doorstep.
A choker of pearls, with a pendant of a lotus that rested in the hollow of her neck. Every morning she put it on, and remembered. Her boss. Her boyfriend. Her Prosecutor.
The tightness reminded her of how ropes had covered her body and how much she'd been his. The symbol was of the royal family. She could not be more clearly his.
It was hidden away by his sleeves, but there was a hemp bracelet about his wrist. She wasn't merely bound to him, but him bound to her. Just a reminder that they belonged to each other.