When the test is in the form of Sex

Nami was ready.

She walked confidently on the deck, ready to claim her prey. It didn’t matter if he was ready or not, he would be.

She found the cook in the middle of some kind of argument with Zoro. Perfect. She could have just said his name and he’d stop what he was doing midsentence and follow her like a cute puppy. She was a demanding mistress though and deserved his attention without having to speak at all.

Luckily she already had something in mind. Something that would assert her dominance immediately and put the blond in the proper state of mind.

Her hand landed upon Sanjis back and found the edge of the bra strap she knew to be under his shirt. With a quick pull a few inches away, she let the elastic fly back against Sanjis back with a loud thwack.

Time seemed to stand still. Zoro looked confused as he tried to figure out the source of the sound and why Sanji had froze with his face turning crimson. Nami just casually removed her hand and smiled innocently.

Go on Sanji-kun, if you want to continue talking to the swordsman so badly why don’t you explain to him why you are wearing a lacey pink bra under your clothes. While you’re at it why don’t you tell him you are also wearing the matching panties that are so slutty, I wouldn’t be caught dead in. But you wear them. You couldn’t do anything if I expose you right now.

You would rather die then have the swordsman know I had only hinted if you wore them faithfully this week something might happen. No promise had been made. You have no excuse if discovered. It must be you enjoy them. Those comments you hate so much, they’d be true. And he’d know.

Sanji wisely turned to Nami.

“Oh, Sanji-kun? May I have you’re assistance with something?” She asked, smile never leaving her lips.

“At once, Nami-swan!” She could tell the embarrassed terror was being replaced with the hope that his ‘something’ reward was coming. Well she wasn’t quite ready for him to be so anxious.

“Zoro, what’s the matter? You look confused…”

“I thought I heard something…but…” Zoro eyed the chef and scratched his head as he pondered. Nami clapped her hands together.

“I heard it too!” She cocked her head in thought, she felt Sanjis very being just a few inches away scream out silently at her, begging. That’s more like it. Let the begging start before they even hit the bedroom. “Well, good luck figuring it out. Let me know the answer…if you find it.”

Sanji sighed in relief as she pulled him toward the deck below and toward her room.

He really shouldn’t have been relieved yet.

“Take them off.” She commanded as soon as the door behind them was secured.

The cook nearly squealed with excitement as he peeled out of his shoes, pants, shirt, and started to finger the frilly pink bra strap when Nami stopped him.

“No, Sorry. I didn’t mean those. Keep those on and let me see you.”

Sanji felt the blush, coming to his cheeks again. Somehow he hadn’t considered he’d be seen with the womens garment. Embaressment didn’t even begin to describe the swell of panicky feelings starting to creep in him.

Nami leaned over the bed and seemed to be fiddling with something on the other side. Sanjis' eyes fixed upon her shapely bottom, a perfect view really.

“Sanji-kun, come help me for a moment.”

The cook predictably threw himself on the bed next to his goddess and could only blink when he realized in that one second he landed she had tied both his hands to a secured strap peeking out from under the bed. As he lay there confused for a moment, Nami crawled off the bed to examine her work.

A shiver ran down the blonds back as he realized he had just been tricked into taking the very position he had been admiring Nami in. He noticed the strap could spin so he could be flipped over without discomfort but otherwise his arms weren’t going anywhere. How exactly was he supposed to sleep with Nami like this?

“Nami-Swan!? Wouldn’t it be better if I could use my hands? I am very skilled with them…and I would be able to give you so much pleasure if I was on top…” He added as an afterthought.

Nami slipped a few fingers under the pink thong tracing its line over the cooks ass and letting her fingers brush lightly against the skin. Sanji squirmed slightly underneath her fingers.

“You always have so much concern about providing me pleasure. Don’t worry, I’m quite capable of taking my own pleasure for myself, whether you actively help or not.”

The navigator crawled on the bed behind the cook and slowly let her hands lightly travel up the back of the blonds thighs, feeling the short leg hairs slip through her fingers.

Sanji hummed in pleasure as the sensation seemed to send a shiver through him. He realized his growing erection was starting to painfully press into the bed below him beyond the lacy panties.

Her wet tongue ran up a patch of inner thigh and Sanji gasped softly. He had been hesitant being so vulnerable to Namis’ control but she certainly seemed to know how to drive his body crazy. He was about to tell her so…

He wouldn’t have squealed so pathetically or so loud at the hard slap across the ass if his mouth hadn’t been open. He was sure of it.

“Sanji-kun, I’m afraid this won’t please me if you’re too loud. I’m going to have to punish you a little or else I’ll be afraid you can’t handle being with me.”

“Sorry Nami-swan! I…I just wasn’t expecting…” He went to gesture only to remember his hands bound and then became distracted as he saw his goddess slip off the bed and head to her underwear drawer. Not that he would ever admit HOW he happened to know that was the particular drawer she kept her silky under things but he knew it was. Just like he knew the black balled up underwear she was holding didn’t match a set she had in his memory. A new pair perhaps?

“Now don’t get too excited about this but I went out of my way to make sure I had these ready in case something like this happened…now be a good boy and suck on these until I say.”

The cooks body readily ignored the “don’t get too excited” comment and mind raced. She was about to shove her used, moist panties in his mouth to suck on?! He reveled in the slight perverseness in the enjoyment of the thought.

The balled black fabric made it’s way into the mans mouth, and he worked his tongue in such a way to better accommodate the mass without worry of choking and to perhaps get a better taste. Sanji poked the fabric, willing his mouth to take in his queens flavor.

“Good, let’s give you a little reward.” Nami murmured seductively, as she rolled the cook over. She took in his straining erection against, pre-cum starting to seep through the panties and licked her lip. She looked the blond right in the eye as she began to remove his shirt. Then her baby blue silk bra, revealing the breasts Sanji had envisioned in his mind many times before.

The woman smirked slightly as she spotted the look in the cooks eye. Not lust, although that was certainly there…no it was the look of confusion and then the horror of understanding. She felt herself growing wet as she pictured what he must be thinking.
She allowed her arousal to slip over her as she knew she had total control of this man.

Nami straddled Sanjis’ chest and pulled lightly on his right nipple as she bit her lip. He moaned inadvertently in the fabric before flinching.

“It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if they were my underwear, right Sanji-kun?” She whispered in to his ear, letting her breasts hang right into the cooks face. Taunting him with something he’s desired but now could neither touch nor taste.

The cook had realized there had been something wrong pretty quickly with the make-shift gag. They were not the silks that Nami often bought; they were larger than they should have been, and they had the taste that could only come from being rubbed against an active and sweaty mans loins. The suspect list had been short and the gleam in Namis eyes he had been too distracted to place back when she had found him with Zoro suddenly snapped the unpleasant realization in place.

She was making sure he realized he was COMPLETELY at her mercy. Having those lovely breasts swinging easily in his face and her limber legs rubbing against his chest…he was the most turned on he had ever been and all he could taste was the shitty swordsman. Why did his angel insist in torturing him so?

Nami seemed to writhe with pleasure. How many years did she have to live under Arlongs thumb, no freedom or sense of control of her situation? She wasn’t about to be under some other fool pirates influence again. Sanji thinks he can take her with some kind words and extra snacks? If he truly loves her… let him prove it. Let him stay, knowing it will not be the pleasant fantasy he imagines. If he is going to run he should do it sooner rather than later. If she was going to trust him…let’s see him trust her.

She ran her hands harshly down the chefs chest, wondering absently if she should care if she left marks in his firm creamy skin as her nails scratched till his stomach. Nami paused there and swirled her hands around his belly button, somewhat surprised his stomach was not all hard tight muscle but soft and giving. Perhaps he was human after all.

Sanji thrust his hips up in frustration at the ticklish sensation and at how very close she was to his area of immediate need. She leaned in and shoved the bra up before taking a pink nipple in her mouth and pulling on it gently with her teeth. He moaned quietly beneath her and she let her tongue trace the areola. She watched his eyes roll in the back of his head as she moved to the other nipple while her leg rubbed against his erection. His sweat and precum were filling the room with the smell of sex. She couldn’t help but feel her own excitement double and brought two fingers under her skirt to her sex. She frowned momentarily at the sheer amount of wetness she had there. She hadn’t expected Sanji to react so well, to still let her continue, the power he was entrusting her with was intoxicating.

Nami brought her slick fingers to Sanjis upper lip and smeared her juices below the cooks nose. A reward for his efforts so far, she thought. He inhaled deeply and moaned an exhale as she petted his cock until it felt like it might rip through the panties he wore on their own.

Much to his dismay she climbed off and flipped him over again, his erection rubbing obscenely against the bed beneath him. He felt her vanish from his body for a minute but couldn’t crane his neck around to see what she was doing for too long and right now it was all he could do just to breathe and not start humping the bed indecently.

Sanji heard a light buzz begin and her moan whisper over him. Was..was she pleasuring herself? While looking at him? The blond squirmed against the bed at the thought, completely unaware that the movement had drawn Namis’ attention right to his creamy ass adorned in lacey pink.

She adjusted the large black strap on securely and tapped on the vibrate feature again. The quick buzz almost knocked her off her feet again with pleasure. How would this feel to the cook? She reached over and slowly tugged down Sanjis’ pretty panties, watching as the man twitched in the anticipation of what may come next.

The lube in her hand was rubbed over her phalluses. Strangely satisfying already she nearly moaned again and poured some of the lube down the blonds’ lower back, letting it roll ever so slowly down to where she wanted it. She pressed the tip to the mans pucker and watched as Sanji froze, realizing just how prepared and serious the navigator was. Would he bolt?

But he just waited and she teased him a little with just the tip. His sexual frustration was getting the better of him he realized as he started pushing his ass back to where the firm toy had been. When she pushed him forward with the administration, his groin was stroked so fully with the friction…he was willing to beg to be fucked. And would have if he had been able.

Nami finally entered the chef slowly and moaned a little more wantonly than she even realized…the now pressure pushing the vibrating aspect of the strap on firmly against her clit. She took the moment to allow the sensation to wash over her and consider her victim.

Sanjis’ head was cocked to the side and hair falling across his face. At some point the blonds body had become slick with sweat. She wonders if it would be a reward or a punishment if she were to withdraw herself and remove Zoros underwear from the cooks mouth only to again penetrate him. Hell, let him do the work for her…she was enjoying just resting her for the moment, the vibrations continuing their sweet work.

“Sanji-kun, if you can you may remove your gag. I want to hear you now.”

He writhed under her as he struggled to stretch his mouth around the fabric and push it out with his tongue. Nami found herself riding him and moaning out as his rocking caused the vibrations to hit her button then pull away and press again. Yes…this was fantastic. This is why trusting was used.

“Nami-san….I…I’m so hot, and oh god. I can feel you inside me!”

Brought back to reality by the dry breathy voice, Nami got back to work, starting to rock and thrust her hips, forcing the phallus deep into Sanjis rectum and sending a burst of pleasure coursing back through her.

“That was the point…” She murmured into his ear, forcing the commanding tone back into her voice.

A rhythm started forming and she could hear his little gasping squeals beneath her picking up tempo. He was going to cum soon. If she hurried she could make hers close. She picked up the pace and found herself grunting guttural noises and losing track of exactly what she was doing…the feeling, the need, reaching out and suddenly grabbing her. The orgasm overcame her and she shook

She realized she was no longer thrusting. That she was, in fact, pressed against the cooks back her nipples rubbing against him firmly and her body still quaking in aftershocks of euphoria. She also noted, she was still inside the chef and he was orgasm below her in such a massive shudder she dug her nails into his shoulders, lest she get thrown off as she rode it out.

“Thank you Nami-san.”

Nami felt almost like she had been socked in the gut. He still wasn’t running or cursing. Or even judging. Just excepting. Thankful.

She had plans. She WAS going to make him clean his juices off her toy with that hot mouth of his. She was going to draw this out.

She pushed herself free of the cook and winced at the unattractive slurp and buzz that sounded from her groin when she did so. Nami turned off her toy and dropped it to the floor. She ran a hand across Sanjis ass and pulled the panties he wore back up.

A flip of the cook later and she was straddling his chest and kissing him with everything she had. Everything she could give. Let her wet mouth wash away whatever had been left of the swordsman. Let her quench whatever thirst she had caused.

She let her lips fall away and stretched out over him seductively before sharply pulling the release strap to free the cooks hands. She got off him quickly as he tentively pulled at her bindings and watched her every move.

“No, thank you Sanji-kun. If I find you wearing this outfit again…I reserve the right to punish you for your obscene behavior.”

“My body is yours to use however you wish, my love, at anytime for any reason.” He returned easily.

She grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom. She refused to let him see her blush after all that.