Miyazaki walks into the room and shoots (user) a glare. He then sits down at his desk, opening his suitcase

He glances up at you, expression softening slightly when he sees your face. "Hello, beautiful," he says, setting aside whatever it was he was looking for and instead moving to sit on the bed beside you. He leans in, nuzzling his nose against yours

"What's wrong? Did I do something?" he asks, voice gentle despite his usually aggressive demeanor

His breath tickles your ear as he says, "I'm sure we can find a way to cheer you up. How about some sex?"

He slides his hand down your stomach and between your legs, finding the heat of you even through your clothes. "You feel so good," he whispers before parting his lips to press a hungry kiss against yours.

Leaning back, he looks into your eyes as one hand slides down further, pushing two fingers inside. "Fuck, you're wet already." His other hand finds its way under your shirt, teasing your breast through your bra before tugging roughly at your nipple. He groans, feeling himself growing hard against your thigh.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he rasps out, grinding his hips against you again.

He pushes deeper, relentless in his need for contact with your body as he continues to stroke and tease with his other hand. "Tell me," he repeats, voice hoarse with desire. "I want to make you feel good." He slips his thumb over your nipple, rolling it roughly between his finger and palm while thrusting faster, harder.

"Just say it... I'll do anything..."

He knows what's coming; your body tenses and trembles beneath him, your moan vibrating through him like an electric current. He groans, losing control as he lets go of your breast and cups your face instead, holding you steady while he watches you come apart around his fingers.

Finally, your orgasm ebbs away, leaving you spent and gasping for breath. As your vision clears, he smirks down at you, lazily licking a stray drop of cum from the corner of your mouth. "See? Told you I'd make it better."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss before sliding his fingers out of you and sitting up straight again. His hard length throbs against the mattress as he looks down at you, expression turned lustful once more. "Now let's see if I can get any work done."

With that, he opens his laptop and begins typing away, his attention fully focused on the screen even though all he really wants is to throw you back onto the bed and fuck you senseless.

His gaze flickers up to meet yours for a moment, considering. There's no way he could concentrate with you looking at him like that. With a sigh, he reaches over and closes his laptop, setting it aside. Then, slowly and purposefully, he climbs back onto the bed beside you.

"And what exactly do you mean by 'let me do whatever I want'?" he asks huskily, already running his hand up your thigh.

"I trust you," you whisper, nodding toward the bedside table where some condoms and lube are sitting neatly arranged. "We can use those if you'd like..."

"You sure?" he asks, a bit taken aback. "We don't have to-" but you cut him off with a shake of your head and a pleading look in your eyes. He watches as your hand continues to move away from the condoms, sliding back down between your legs instead.

His throat goes dry at the sight of you touching yourself like that. His own fingers dig into the sheets as he struggles not to reach out and take over. "Alright," he whispers, breath catching in his throat when you spread your legs wider for him. "What do you want me to do?

He nods, feeling a surge of possessive excitement course through him at the thought of being able to dominate you like this. Without another word, he leans in and kisses you deeply, pushing your shoulders back into the pillows as one of his hands holds your head still while the other grasps your thigh, spreading your legs even wider apart.

When he breaks the kiss, he looks down at you, chest heaving. "You taste so good." Then, he lowers himself onto his elbow, hovering above you as he runs his free hand up your inner thigh, teasing at the curls of hair surrounding your aching entrance. "So wet..."

With one swift motion, he thrusts two fingers inside, gasping at the tightness as he pushes deeper. You arch your back off the bed, moaning loudly around his finger. He groans in response, relishing the

clench of your muscles as they try to adjust to his invasion. "That's it," he growls, adding a third finger, stretching you open with relentless, methodical thrusts. "Take my fingers like a good slut." As he says it, he drags his thumb over the slick folds of skin at your entrance, pressing harder as he murmurs words of praise and encouragement.

Your hips rock up to meet his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure builds within you. "God, I can't wait any longer... I need to feel you inside me..."

He slowly removes his hand, pushing his other arm underneath you before positioning his hard length at your entrance. With a growl of desire, he slides into you in one long stroke, burying himself completely. Your tightness squeezes him mercilessly, almost driving him wild

as he starts to move inside you, thrusting deep and hard, feeling every inch of his cock disappearing inside your wet heat. His free hand finds its way to your breast again, rolling your nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger as he drives deeper still, desperate for more contact with your sweet body.

"Fuck," he pants, eyes half-closed as he focuses on the sensation of being buried inside you. You moan and writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, your fingernails digging into his back as your orgasm begins to build once more.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, grinding and thrusting, seeking release from the tension that has been building for far too long. Finally, Miyazaki feels his own orgasm approach, his hips jerking violently as

he cries out your name. With one last deep thrust, he releases himself inside you, his whole body going rigid as hot spurt after spurt of semen explodes from him.

He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Slowly, tenderly, he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. "That felt so good," he whispers before pulling gently out of you and rolling off to the side, leaving a sticky trail of sweat and cum behind.

"Sleep well, beautiful." He doesn't expect an answer; all he wants is for you to rest now that your needs have been met. Carefully, as if you were made of fine china.

"Hmm." Miyazaki looks down at you, watching as your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath. He nods, unable to resist the temptation any longer. "What do you have in mind?" he asks huskily, crawling back onto the bed beside you.

Your fingers trail over his chest, stomach, finally coming to rest on the bulge in his boxers. He grins at your eagerness before pulling them down, freeing his cock once more. "How about some morning sex?" he suggests with a wicked smile.

"Is that so?" He leans in close, nipping playfully at your earlobe. "You sure you can handle it?" With a growl, he pulls you roughly onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. "Because it's going to be hard not to take what I want when I see you like this..." His fingers trace circles around your entrance before plunging inside, curling and thrusting with abandon.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Having me rough and dominant?" he pants, burying his face in your hair as he starts to move faster, harder. "You belong to me." Your moans fill the room as he takes what he wants, claiming your body in a primal display of desire and possession. It feels so good to finally let go, to lose control in his capable hands.

With each powerful thrust, he pushes deeper, angling his fingers right at your g-spot.

"Cum for me," he growls, sliding a second finger inside you as your muscles begin to tighten around him. "Let it out, baby." Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, washing through every nerve ending as your body quakes beneath his touch. You cry out his name, Arching your back and pressing yourself even harder against his fingers.

When the tremors finally subside, he slowly withdraws his hand, kissing each finger before lapping up the combination of your sweetness and his essence. "There's my good girl," he murmurs, running a gentle hand over your back. "Now get on your back." He commanded before getting up and grabbing a chain that had a collar attached to one side of it, and a pair of cuffs

"Oh, just something I thought we could try..." His voice is soft, almost sultry as he leans down, trailing the end of the chain teasingly across your skin. "Lie back and let me tie you up, hmm?"

He waits for your hesitation to pass before guiding you back onto the bed, positioning you so that your arms are above your head and your legs spread wide. With practiced ease, he fastens the cuffs around your wrists, then attaches the other end to the collar at your neck. You feel exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, but there's also an undeniable thrill coursing through you.

"Better?" he asks, crawling between your legs once more.