El Desperado One Shot Collection

Leashed

Pairing: El Desperado(Kyosuke Mikami) /FC

Category: Smut

Warnings: Rough sex, leash play, tad bit of humiliation, language as always

This was supposed to be a short drabble, but it got a bit out of hand

33. I can do anything I want to you and you'll still enjoy it

El Desperado watched her with an amused expression on his face. She thought she was so subtle. But he saw. She tried to valiantly hide it, but he could see through her pretense. He smirked imagining how red her face would turn when he told her he knew. He'd bet she would stammer and blush and get all shy, ducking her head and staring at the floor as she always did when she was embarrassed. He saw the blatant longing on her face when she looked at it. When she thought no one was around she looked at the leash with such raw yearning that it made his dick hard. Desperado imagined she would look so pretty with it wrapped around her neck. Crawling to him on all fours, trailing behind him as he lead her around like a bitch.

Desperado stepped out of the shadows and into the gorilla area. He would have her. Now it was just a matter of when. He didn't want to be rushed. Wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to show her exactly how much control he had over her. Walking over to her Desperado leaned around her body and grabbed the thick black leash off the crate it was resting on, flexing his fist around the handle with a smirk as he heard the small intake of breath as her eyes zeroed in on the leash in his hand.

"Don't mind me beautiful," Desperado said as he pulled back from her. "Just need to get my leash ready for.... Whatever may come up." His eyes briefly met hers, just long enough to see the flash of arousal she couldn't hide before he walked away, leaving her staring after him.

Over the next few weeks Desperado systematically set out seducing her, planting the seeds for his eventual move. He wanted her ready for him, pliant; desperate. When he finally made his move there wouldn't be a thought in her mind of even saying no.

Desperado sat on a crate near the stage entrance, leash and collar in hand. She was watching, while trying to look like she wasn't, as he stroked the leash through his hands, idly wrapping the thick black braid around his fist and then letting it unravel. She was so fixated on his hands that she was startled when he jumped off the crate and moved to stand in front of her.

"Will you hold onto this while I go hunt down Iizuka?" Desperado asked her, smirk hidden behind his mask as she raised hesitant trembling hands. She gasped when his hands enfolded hers, wrapping her small fists around the leash. "Why are you shaking? There's nothing to be afraid of. It won't hurt you." He released her hands and walked away calling over his shoulder as he did so. "Unless you want it to."

After the match Desperado could feel her eyes on him. He could practically feel the path burned by her eyes as they moved over his sweaty body, turning in time to catch her eyes lingering on the leash hanging over his shoulders. He stared at her with his intense blue eyes until she dropped her gaze and quickly began shuffling papers on her desk in an effort to look busy. Desperado silently laughed to himself, continuing his conversation with Taichi while slipping the leash off his arm and tossing it onto her desk as the two men walked back towards the Suzuki Gun locker room. The trap had been laid and now all he had to do was sit back and wait until she took the bait.

It didn't take long. Desperado was rather sure she waited outside in the hallways until she was sure every last member of his stable had emptied out of the locker room. As soon as the boss had cleared out there was a timid sounding knock on the door.

"Come in." He called leaning back in the folding metal chair he was seated on, legs spread wide, hands resting on his thighs. She poked her head through the door, eyes scanning the room for reassurance he was in fact alone before she stepped in.