Personal Secretary…Pt. 2?
A/N: Okay, animerocks1231 asked me to continue my Minako story. So, this is dedicated to you! Thanks for liking it enough to give me ideas. =)
Anyway, I took your suggestions and kinda ran with them. I hope this is what you had in mind. Tamaki isn't exactly my best character to portray. I just can't relate. At all. Hope you like it!
Oh! While writing this, for some strange reason, I had "Alcohol" by Barenaked Ladies on replay. It's catchy. And I think that's Minako's song. Unless there's a better one out there. If so, I'm open to suggestions.
It's either that, or "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry…(LAWYER, this song is my way of making you smile. I don't care how civil or respectable you become over the years, this will 4EVA be your song ;). Hope you read this when you come back from your self-imposed exile in MO and laugh like a psycho. I miss ya' crazy bitch!)
Chapter One: An Unlikely Voyeur
"Who is that woman?"
"She's so pretty…waaa! I'm so jealous!"
"Look at her shoes, I saw them last time I went to Paris!"
"But why are our sempai's talking to her?"
Tamaki and the twins exchanged glances as they neared a group of girls attempting to hide behind a pillar. Beyond them, Honey and Mori were talking to a familiar woman—well, Honey was talking, Mori was just carrying Honey.
"Isn't that…Kyoya's secretary?" The twins asked, identical grins on their faces as they joined the two seniors, breaking through the group of ogling girls to join the conversation…from a safe distance. They still hadn't forgotten that Kyoya's secretary was evil.
Tamaki walked forward at a much slower pace. Minako looked up as he neared them, making eye contact with him and causing him to falter in his step. "Ah, you must be president of the Host Club," she drawled, her voice smooth like silk. "Kyoya talks about you quite a bit, you know." She extended a hand. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Minako Kobayashi." Tamaki stared at her hand as if unsure what to do with it. "Don't worry, I don't bite all that hard," she purred.
He swallowed back the lump in his throat. There was something about her that just screamed experience. It was the same subtle quality that kept him, and the other hosts, from attempting any of the usual 'tricks of the trade' on her. She just carried herself with a blatant sexuality he wasn't used to. Nevertheless, she was female, and his manners were too ingrained in him to refuse. Slowly, his hand found its way into hers and he smiled back at her, the unease slipping away as his lips curved upward in his dazzling princely way. "Tamaki Suoh," he replied smoothly as he bent to kiss the back of her hand. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Kobayashi."
Her full lips stretched into a grin, her green eyes dancing with mirth. "Oh my, you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" She let go of his hand and gave the tiwns a mischevious wave that sent them backing up.
She grinned. "You'll have to excuse me, gentlemen, but my boss is expecting me." She held up a laptop case. "He left in a rush this morning and forgot this."
"Of course," Tamaki said, bowing back. All three watched her walk away, entranced by the sensual sway of her hips. She chuckled as she let herself in, boys were so predictable.
Honey looked at his cousin as the limo pulled out of the parking lot. "I wish Kyo-chan luck," he said, his voice small and child-like, though his eyes were twinkling with a wickedness seldom seen. "That woman is going to eat him alive."
Mori half-smiled, agreeing, though he was sure the Shadow King would put up a decent-ish fight. "Unn."
The twins shared a look, their identical grins turning evil. "Wanna make this interesting?"
"What are you Devil Twins plotting now?" Tamaki asked from his spot next to Haruhi, who had somehow been pulled into the passing limo on her way home, and now sat between Tamaki and Hikaru, her arms crossed in contemplation as she mulled over Honey's words. She understood his meaning, unlike the dramatic junior to her left.
"Oh, nothing much," Kaoru shrugged.
"Just a little bet," his brother continued. "Who do you think wears the pants in that relationship? Our resident Shadow King—"
"Or the sex-kitten he calls his secretary? I don't know about you, Hikaru, but I can imagine her wielding a whip."
"Dressed all in leather…or in nothing at all…" Hikaru grinned lecherously, he soo needed a personal secretary. He wondered if Miss Minako Kobayashi had any sisters. Commoners like working for the rich, right? His thoughts were interrupted by a very angry and self-righteous Tamaki smacking him on the head.
"You sick perverts!" he cried, his face scrunched up in horror…and concentration. "How dare you corrupt a lady's image?"
Identical Hitachiin grins widened. "You were imagining her, too, weren't you King? So, that makes you just as perverted!"
Tamaki gasped, his face turning a prominent shade of berry-red. "I was not! A gentleman does no such thing!"
Haruhi facepalmed as the limo was thrown into an all-out cat-fight; Tamaki throwing himself at the twins. She inched closer to Mori and Honey as the limo jerked down the road. "I bet on Miss Kobayashi," she mumbled, to no one in particular.
It surprised her when Honey smiled. "I do, too."
Then everyone was placing their bets, the only one that stuck up for Kyoya was Tamaki (who was still painfully clueless as to what exactly he was betting Kyoya could do better than his secretary). And so, the odds were: Minako 5, Kyoya 1. The limo went quiet as they thought about it, until…
"My bookbag! I have a paper due tomorrow! Stop! Go back~!"
Kyoya gritted his teeth agasint the slickness of his secretary as she sank down slowly on him, her walls clenching tightly around his cock. Her hands were braced against his thighs as she wiggled her hips, taking him in inch by inch.
He groaned against the back of her neck as she finally settled completely down and sat still. He trembled with the need to grab onto her hips and slam her down as he bucked up into her…tied up as he was, all he could do was latch onto her neck, teeth biting down hard and making her yelp.
"Don't think you're getting away with this, Toriko," he whispered against her neck.
Minako's eyes met his in the reflection in front of them. "But you're enjoying yourself, aren't you Oyabun?"
He responded by bucking his hips lightly, encouraging her to start moving. She grinned wickedly before bracing her feet agains the floor, her hips swiveling in an erratic rythm that was all her.
Kyoya Ootori could be such a tease. Today was her day.
Which was why she had tied him up tightly the second his guard had dropped. Seeing him naked, hard, and helpless, his eyes dark with anger and desire was such a turn on. She was almost unable to keep up the teasingly slow pace. She wanted to face him, grip his shoulders, and ride him fast and hard.
Patience, she told herself as she spread her legs wider and arched her back, her head lolling back onto his shoulder, her hips never ceasing their sweet cadence. She licked her lips and moaned at the feel of being filled so completely.
"Minako, if you don't untie me right now I will—nnngh!" His threat was cut off by a strangled grunt as she rotated her hips in a delicious circle that sucked him in from a different angle, an action appreciated by both.
She ground her hips a little faster, staring in fascination at the mirror that hung on the door—directly in front of them. "You'll what?" she panted, watching their reflection in the mirror.
His peered over her shoulder at the framed image of themselves. The light bounced off the sweat on their bodies, causing them to glitter as they moved, both frantic now. He stared at her supple breasts, bouncing as she picked up the pace, the muscles in her legs flexing as she lifted herself off his lap and slammed back down, her hands coming down to brace against his thighs. His eyes wandered down to the place where they were joined. Seeing himself disappear inside her with each movement of her hips, her juices dripping down his thighs and onto the chair made him want to touch her all the more.
He bucked harshly upwards, driving his cock deeper inside her, making her cry out in surprise. He watched her face closely, watched the way her pink lips were open in a silent 'o,' her eyes were half-shut and staring right into his in the mirror, hazy with lust.
Both were close, their movements jerky and bordering on desperate as they raced towards completion. Kyoya pounded relentlessly upwards, his glasses slipping down his nose from the effort. Minako was bouncing wildly on his lap, her nails digging into his thighs. Her toes curled in pleasure and her eyes clenched shut as she shrieked out her climax. Her feminine walls tightened and clenched around Kyoya. He gritted his teeth and felt his eyes slide closed he erupted inside her.
Minako lay back against Kyoya, panting hard as she came down from her high. His head was cocked to the side, resting against hers. "Don't think you're forgiven," he said darkly. "Now untie me."
A choking noise made them snap their eyes open. A very pale Tamaki stood in the doorway, his hand still on the knob, his blue eyes wide with shock as they wandered over the naked body of a woman on his best friend's lap. Kyoya and Minako stared back, neither knowing quite what to do.
Seconds ticked by and neither party moved. Minako suddenly decided she couldn't take the silence. She leaned forward and pushed Kyoya's knees together, his now-limp cock slipping out of her in the process. Wide blue eyes followed the movement before finally snapping shut.
"S-sorry," he stammered, for once at a complete loss, as he backed out of the room. Minako stood and closed the door and turned the lock. Locking the stables after the horses have been stolen.
Turning back to Kyoya, she crossed her arms and regarded him with a half-smile. "Well, that was unexpected, eh boss?"
"Untie. Me," he ground out. She stared into his eyes, watching them swirl with barely contained fury. She winced.
"Uhh…I think we should hold off on that, Oyabun." She bit her lip nervously. "At least until you calm down a mite. If I untie you now, you might do something you'll regret later."
He smiled at her and she knew he was pissed. Minako quickly stepped behind him and untied the ropes tying his arms to the chair. She felt a little bad about the red welts that were forming from his struggles, but it had been worth it. Except for the part where the son of the school superintendent walked in at the end and nearly fainted, she thought with a pout.
Kyoya stood and began gathering his clothes from where she'd thrown them. "Get dressed," he snapped, never able to control his emotions around her. If he wasn't horny, he was either happy or angry...or jealous or worried or insanely possessive. He was never just himself. He blamed her, she brought out the worst in him.
At the moment, he was angry that someone else had seen her naked, sated body; worried that Tamaki wouldn't be able to keep what he'd seen to himself; but overall, he was just insanely put-off by the fact that she wasn't worried.
She wasn't embarrassed by the fact that someone, someone they both knew, had seen her naked. Did she not care that another man had seen her in such a compromising position? Did it not occur to her that it was something…disastrous?
He glanced at her. She was buttoning up her shirt, her eyes staring off into space, her lips set in a tell-tale pout. She did that when she deep in thought.
"What are you thinking?" he asked softly, coming up behind her and rearranging the collar on her shirt.
"I'm thinking…leave this all to me." She smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling. "I'll take care of it, Kyoya."
He raised an eyebrow. "And if you fail?"
"I don't fail. That's why you hired me, remember?" She slipped on her heels and unlocked the door, picking up a bookbag that was just inside the door to the changing room. "I'll fix this. Tamaki won't say a thing, boss." Kyoya watched her go, feeling uneasy. He knew just how imaginative Minako could be when challenged. She was impulsive, and persuasive, and manipulative to the extreme. What Minako wanted, Minako got. After all, she'd told him once, you don't go from being a farmer's daughter to personal secretary in the Ootori household without serious skills.
He had to agree with her.
The Host Club sat in the limo, for once completely silent. One of the doors was still open and the cool air conditioned atmosphere was being replaced by the sticky heat from the summer afternoon. But no one moved to close it. They all just stared in shock at the spot that had, until recently, occupied their club president.
He had demanded the limo be turned around and the second it had parked in the front of the school, had shot out towards the Third Music Room, oblivious to everyone's protests.
They knew what was currently happening in the Third Music Room.
"Should we have tried to stop him?" Haruhi pondered, seeming to ask no one in particular. She knew her sempai would get the shock of his life if he were to get his information first hand...like he usually did. He was just too...pure.
"Who knows?" The twins responded. "It's the only way he'd ever find out!"
A/N: Okay, the whole chair bondage thing is very unlike Mr. High and Mighty Kyoya Ootori, but it's just something that popped into my head while I was half asleep. (That's when the sexiest ideas are born. I daydream a lot.) But come on, which girl wouldn't want Kyoya tied up, helpless and horny, hers to ride however the hell she wanted to?
Also, quick question, is it sempai or senpai? I've seen it both ways on fanfiction…but I don't know who misspelled it and who's got it right.
Also, "Dragon Lady", yes…YOU with the glasses and the dragon earrings, if you read this, know that you are kindasorta part of the inspiration for this story. Hah. You are my Kyoya person. Hah! And Gin's got silver fucking hair! NOT LAVENDER!