Some Personal Help

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It had been a long, hard day at the office and all Aoshi Shinomori wanted was a hot meal. He took off his shoes and winter gear and padded through the hallway towards the kitchen. Immediately Aoshi knew something was wrong. He quietly inhaled to make sure and his worst fear was confirmed. There was no warm aroma of food to welcome him, no dinner on the table. ‘Where is my food?’ He thought, disappointed.

At that moment the answer to his question burst through his front t door and came running into the kitchen. “Aoshi-san! I’m sorry, the snow-my car, I-“ the young figure leaned on the black granite counter with one hand gasping for breath. Aoshi sighed as he took in the sight of his tiny, slightly frozen personal helper.

A sweet young woman of twenty two, with long black hair currently in a soaking wet braid and rather taking green eyes, Misao Makimachi's duties included some light housework and most importantly: leaving a hot meal on the table for her employer to eat in quiet solitude. Of late she had been failing in this duty quite miserably.

If it wasn’t the snow or her car, it was an explosive laundry machine or a psychotic grocer. It was no longer unusual for Aoshi to arrive home only to find Misao still cooking or flitting about his home in her energetic way, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. He wasn’t used to being around females over much and after hour upon hour of meetings and paperwork, having a pretty, affectionate woman around was most definitely distracting.

Finding that the source of this distraction was still apologizing and showed no sign of stopping he interrupted saying, “Misao, enough.”

“But your dinner…”

‘I should have known this hellish day would only get worse.’ “I’m going to do some paperwork, call me when dinner is ready.” He turned away from her and walked down the hall to his office leaving Misao to not-so-discreetly ogle his exquisite backside before turning to her work. She began opening cupboards and slamming drawers, singing loudly as usual.

Aoshi could hear her from his office and every slammed pot or particularly off key note was another 5 seconds wasted as he wondered just what the hell she was doing and why he put up with it. Well at least the last question was easy. ‘Because she wasn’t a fifty year old, uncomfortably large woman named Maria and more importantly you couldn’t stop staring at her legs,’ he berated himself.

“Aoshi-san!” he heard her walking towards the office. She had dropped ‘Shinomori-san’ after about five minutes of working for him. He supposed she shouldn’t be addressing him so familiarly but when he saw the tray of hot tea in her hands he decided he didn’t care.

“I made you some tea. Here.” She put the tray on a small side table to his left and managed to hand him the hot mug before she fell into a sneezing fit.

Aoshi frowned, “Misao are you unwell?”

“No, I-achoo! I’m fine rea-achoo!” Aoshi got up from his desk. “You’re hair is wet Misao.”
“I know I was going to dry it off but-“ she stopped when she noticed how close he was to her.
“And you’re face is flushed as well. Do you have a fever?” Aoshi put down the mug he held in his hands and knowing the heat would make them unreliable, leaned down to put his forehead against hers tangling their black bangs together.

Aoshi found himself gazing into big green eyes fringed with thick black lashes. Reacting to the close proximity, he tore his eyes away from hers to look down – and ended up looking straight past the rather flimsy neckline of her lavender tank top. He felt himself become uncomfortably warm at the sight of her smooth curving slopes and discovered, ‘No bra?’

“Aoshi-san, now you are the one who is all flushed” Misao chuckled. She knew exactly where he was looking and her heartbeat became a bit erratic. His eyes moved up to hers, smoldering and he moved in just the slightest bit closer.

Misao decided that she hadn’t gone out of her way to be in her employer’s way every day for the past two months only to ignore the wonderfully exciting things his eyes were doing to her now.

She too moved closer ill their bodies were touching and ran her hands up his body from the waist of his black slacks, up his dark blue button down to his neck where she rubbed her fingers against his skin. Aoshi had no objection to this turn of events and was more than willing to express his approval when she lifted her mouth up to his.

This was no sweet peck on the lips. It was long, slow pulls as they each tried their best to get as close to the other as was possible. Aoshi felt himself getting aroused from the way Misao rubbed her hips against his and moved his lips to her neck, buying time to decide if this was a good idea or a huge mistake. They had, after all almost no relationship beyond that of employer and employee.

But when he heard Misao purr and felt her hand move down to squeeze his butt suggestively he was convinced that this was a really really good idea and why hadn’t he thought of this sooner? Aoshi caught her mouth in a searing kiss and lifted her up with her legs wrapped around his waist.

The walk to his bedroom had never seemed so damned long before but Aoshi most efficiently took advantage of the distance to dispose of Misao’s tank top which was considerably in his way.

After placing her on his oversized black bed he proceeded to remove her pants and underwear as well. Not to be undone, Misao grabbed his tie to pull him between her legs and put her energy into getting him naked as fast as possible. “What is with this tie!” she exclaimed after several unsuccessful tugs.

“Here.” Aoshi let go of the breast he had been caressing and ripped it off. The black silk tie landed on Misao’s flat stomach where he noticed with great interest her reaction due to her sensitized skin. With an intriguing thought in mind, Aoshi helped Misao get his clothes off, though she insisted on peeling off his snug boxer briefs herself. His erection sprang free and Misao’s hands were everywhere, touching and stroking. Aoshi, however much he enjoyed it, had other things in mind.

He gently pushed her back against the bed and ran his hands up her body and arms to her wrists which he held captive in his left hand. With his right he took his tie and slowly dragged it up the length of her body watching hungrily as she trembled and gasped at the sensation.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured in her ear and taking the tie he firmly bound her hands above her head to his headboard. Misao pulled against the binding, testing its strength and wickedly egged him on arching her back in a demand for his attention. Aoshi complied enthusiastically using his hands on her hips and inner thighs to elicit more and more gasps of pleasure as he suckled her pert breasts with maddening thoroughness.

“Yes…” she moaned, her hips pressing up against him desperately seeking more. She was getting restless and so hot… He moved down her torso trailing openmouthed kisses on her skin till he reached the junction of her thighs. He saw how wet she was and his cock hardened in anticipation. Misao could feel his warm breath on her thighs and it was driving her crazy.

She was not left wanting for long; the warmth was soon replaced with searing heat as Aoshi’s tongue went straight to her center running the length of her folds to her clitoris and back again in an agonizing cycle. All thoughts flew out of her head; all she could do was feel the amazing sensation of his tongue rubbing against her relentlessly. ‘Oh God yes…’

The pressure was building and building and Aoshi slid one finger slowly into her. His teeth grazed against her clitoris and he drew it into his mouth, sucking gently while Misao’s hips bucked up and down. He felt her writhing under his ministrations as he added another finger and his cock throbbed painfully in response.

She was so close now to the edge; she could feel the orgasm just out of her reach, and was so incredibly close to flying when suddenly the fingers and his mouth were gone. Misao protested loudly, but Aoshi only smirked. He reached up to untie her and held her pinned to the bed with his own hands.

“You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you?” He leaned down and nipped at her shoulder. “I’m not letting you come until you really want it.” Aoshi met her at the hips and rubbed his length against her till he was wet with her arousal and she was biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming. His head bent down to her hardened nipples to trace little circles with his tongue and teeth driving her farther till she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Come on,” she moaned trying to free herself from his hands to no avail. “Come on what Misao?” he asked “I don’t quite understand what you want. You’ll have to be a little clearer.” She glared daggers at him while he smiled devilishly. ‘Oh are you going to get it later Aoshi!’ “Well?” he cajoled.

Misao decided then and there that if he wanted her to be blunt then she was going to shock the hell out of him. “Fuck me.”

Aoshi’s jaw dropped just a little despite his effort to hide his surprise. He hadn’t thought she’d be quite that honest.

“You heard what I said, fuck me.” Misao arched an eyebrow daring him and he didn’t disappoint. He let out a little chuckle, positioned himself at her entrance with his hands at her hips and plunged firmly into her. “How’s this?” he whispered nibbling at her earlobe.
“Mmmm…” she moaned and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. It felt so damn good and Aoshi had to make an effort to control his movements. He wasn’t quite ready to let her go yet…

He waited till she was once again feeling the promise of an orgasm, thrust in to the hilt and held her there. Misao pounded her fist at the bed in frustration. “Will you stop doing that?” she reproached.
“Can’t help it, I want to keep you under me for as long as possible.” He replied. Misao blushed, well she couldn’t argue with that.

Aoshi began moving in long, slow strokes, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. Misao worked her hands around his neck to bury her fingers in his hair. As they came closer to their climax, the movements became more erratic, more rough. Breathing heavily Aoshi demanded, “I’m your what Misao? Say it!”

“Aoshi…sama!” Misao groaned, enjoying the feeling of being dominated. Their hips moved faster as they came closer and closer to release. “And what are you?”

She looked deep into his eyes, her own sparkling naughtily. “I’m a slut who loves the way you fuck me,” she purred.

That was the final straw for Aoshi, and when he felt Misao spasm around his cock, he allowed himself his own release. They rode the waves of pleasure together, collapsing in a sweaty, sated tangle.

Aoshi moved a bit so as not to crush her small form with his weight and nuzzled playfully where her neck and shoulder met. “Misao.”

“Hmm?” She still hadn’t quite recovered from the realization that she had finally banged her gorgeous employer.

“What happened to your cold?”

Her eyes flipped open at that. She looked up at him rather guiltily “Well actually, I didn’t have a cold.”
Aoshi frowned a bit, “You mean you were pretending?”
“Oh no!” she exclaimed, anxious to explain herself. “I was using black pepper in the kitchen and it got into my nose and then you were so close and I couldn’t think and…”
He laughed softly and Misao blushed, a little embarrassed at appearing to be so silly.
Aoshi returned to nibbling lightly at her jaw line. Something had occurred to him and he wanted to know for sure. “And all these nights when you stayed later than expected?”
“What do you mean?” she asked warily.
“I mean, the laundry machine didn’t actually explode did it?”
“Ummm…” Misao stalled.
“Also, there was surprisingly little damage to your car for having run over a scooter.”
“Eh..hehe…he”
“And the grocer, he didn’t really attack you with broccoli did he?”

Now that Misao could confirm with absolute certainty. “Yes he did!”
Aoshi looked at her, incredulously.

“He chucked at least five big stalks at me before I could escape.” She informed him matter-of-factly.

“I see.” He said in a dazed tone.

“But…you were right about the car and the laundry machine thing.” Misao confessed.

“You wanted to stay late to see me?” he asked, with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Well yeah,” Misao replied “That and I didn’t want to tell you that I accidentally lit your suit on fire while I was ironing.”

He stared at her in shock. “You did what?”