Fix Me, Nanami

Chapter 2

Haunted

When the door to our apartment opens, we come crashing through it with four bags from the grocery store nearby. Nanami shoves the door shut with his foot as he accidentally drops a bag trying to keep up with me. I hurriedly run to the island counter, dropping the grocery bags down as I pull off my suit jacket and begin to unbutton my blue blouse.

I'm already stepping out of my shoes as Nanami finally sets the last two bags on the counter and grabs at me. He misses by an inch, and his other hand steadies himself against the counter as he begins to chase me throughout the room. I'm already pulling down my nylon leggings and panties by the time he finally crashes into me, and we tumble to the floor. I let out a breathless chuckle as I begin to crawl, pulling off my shirt as I urge my knees to waddle faster. Nanami takes the time to stand up and he lifts me from the ground, holding my waist as he waddles with me into the bedroom.

We crash into the bed hastily, crawling into it as the emotion of arousal flurries throughout the room. This all began during the ride home, but now it was going to be settled here and now.

Nanami's hands pressed me flat into the sheets and my chest pressed into the mattress. I turned my head, feeling my back almost snap as Nanami carelessly ripped off my skirt.

"Fucking slut," He grumbles, and the notorious jingle of his pants alarmed my insides to a lustful awakening.

Nanami pulls down his pants and they pool at his ankles, but as I try to spin around and see, he presses me down into the sheets, ensuring that I don't move. I whine greedily, pouting like a child.
His briefs are swiftly removed next, and they also pool to the floor as he steps out of them and kicks them away, along with his pants. His cock is standing up, ready to pierce through the tight walls of his eager, hungry girl, who desperately wants to watch what he's doing. He pulls me up by my thighs and presses my back into the sheets now, resulting in a lewd arch that keeps his eyes on me for a little longer than intended.

"You've lost any empathy from me." He says plainly, voice raspy and gruff as his hands press my hips into his.

I can feel his cock between my thighs, slightly spread apart for Nanami's own pleasure. His erection presses into my stomach, teasing my throbbing pussy and threatening to destroy it.
I can't believe that all it took to annoy him was undressing myself in the car.

"I can't focus on the road if a slut like you is undressing in front of me. You do this every day and get the same result, Darling."

Nanami flips me over yet again, and I am on my front. He gently unclasps my favorite bra, and I'm thankful that he does. It is still thrown to the floor though, and I decide not to complain about it.

A lewd moan escapes my throat when Nanami's hand slaps the fat of my ass. He grabs a clump of my hair by the roots, forcing me to look up and across the room. A mirror hung above the drawers that encased clothing.

Specifically, ties.
Suit ties for business affairs and conference meetings. Ties that men wore to seem more professional, not to tie up others by their wrists.

"Look at yourself." He tells me, and my eyes meet my body in the overhanging mirror.

I swear, every time I look at this mirror it gets bigger and bigger.

Why does he make me do this?
Why do I love it so much?

His hand begins to slide down my body, the other kept taut against the scalp of my head. His fingers slither down to my thighs, rounding the flesh of my hips and administering a resounding slap to my ass.
I hiss, wanting to curl into myself and wallow in the feeling, but his strong hand pulls me back into place.