In honour of @alloveroliver #AllOverKinkTober event.
Day 23: Hate-fucking / angry sex
No one does hate/angry sex better than SLBP's Yasumasa. That boi needs such a good old spanking if you ask me - I volunteer btw. Anyway he's up to his usual below.
Not spell checked. Etc. Sorrys.
"Stop complaining. Your last mission would have yielded a far greater success had you been better around women."
Ieyasu told Yasumasa with a deadpan face - eyes hard and unrelenting.
His retainer scowled, but remained silent. That was the moment MC returned to the hall to collect the second stack of dishes she'd placed in the corner after dinner.
Yasumasa stared daggers at her, but a scrape of Ieyasu's throat made him steel his nerves.
"By your command," he mumbled and then walked over to her, lifted the last stack and spat in a gruff voice: "I'll help!"
MC frowned at him, frozen in place by the utter strangeness of his actions. It made him feel the need to elaborate.
"My Lord has ordered me to assist you. Although I am samurai and should not be made to help filth like you, I have no choice."
"Yasumasa...." Came Ieyasu's voice. A warning implied.
He stalked out of the door and MC glanced at Ieyasu, catching a glint in the eyes and a small smirk around the lips, before dashing off after the retainer.
"Thank you Lord Yasumasa. That is all the help I'll require today." MC spoke with the last dregs of her patience. Stunned by how difficult one man could be. He'd a foul thing to say about just about anything and she - frankly - had enough and just wanted him to be gone.
But, he wasn't leaving. Instead he sat on the chair in the corner and watched her continuing to sweep the kitchen floor. She stopped and leaned on her broom.
"Uhm. Perhaps you didn't hear me? You're free to go. And thank you for your help today."
"I'm not deaf - although your screeching makes me wish I was."
He scowled at her again. She wondered for a moment in jest to herself if this was simply just his natural look.
His scowl deepened, anger flaring in his eyes.
"Lord Ieyasu has ordered me to assist you and not let you out of sight until he is satisfied I can be around women. Figures he send me to shadow the worst one of your sex."
MC felt like ice and frozen solid. A cold spread through her abdomen and chilled her heart ... Clung to her neck as if suffocating her.
She frowned at him, anger gathering her eyebrows. A small flicker of outrage grew rapidly - replacing cold with intense heat. It burned her up until she almost felt the flames shoot out of her eyes.
Even Yasumasa noticed, unconsciously sitting up - straightening his back and lifting his chin defiantly against the rage he saw building in her.
"I don't like it either. But orders are orders. Let just play his little game until he tires of it."
MC dropped her broom which landed with a loud clatter as she strode to the door, ready to open it, find her Lord and tell him he had gone utterly insane. Only to be stopped before her hand had even reached the latch by a harsh yank on her arm.
She stumbled into Yasumasa who seemed surprised by the vigor of his own pulling power, which he ignored so he could set her right.
"Are you mad woman? What do you hope to accomplish? You know our Lord right. You'll only make it worse. Use that rotten excuse you have for a brain, wench."
If looks could kill he'd be dead ten times over. But she had to admit he was right... Reluctantly. As she released some of her rage Yasumasa seem to absorb it. He pushed her against the door. Head bent down so they where face to face as he pressed up against her and growled through his teeth.
"Do you'd think I'd spend even a minute with you out of choice?"
She was silent - there was nothing to say - but she didn't back down. Staring into his face with a stubborn set to her chin and a challenging look in her eyes.
"There!" MC sounded chuffed as she placed the screen between their futons. Ieyasu had sent maids to deliver Yasumasa bedding earlier. They also presented them with a bottle of sake and two cups.
"As if I'd look at a woman like you," he scoffed, dropping down on his side of the screen. He laid down on his back and listened to her. The rustle of her clothes, the sound of fabric being discarded. The thought of her naked on the other side...
He couldn't stand it. Angrily he grabbed the sake and poured himself a cup, only to sling it down in a flash and refill it. The damn cook of all women! Why her?, he wondered. Ieyasu and his silly games.
She came around the screen wearing her sleeping robes looking quite put out.
"Why not? It's mine. I need a drink so I can deal with having to look at you like that."
"It's just as much mine. Hence the TWO cups!"
MC bit back, agitated to the point she didn't feel quite herself. She'd normally never be so argumentative. But Yasumasa was getting under her skin.
"Well I am not stopping you, am I," he snapped back. Sipping his drink angrily.
She stomped closer ready to reach down and grab the flask and second cup, but she stumbled in her angry haste. And tumbled over his legs, landing on her side on top of his futon.
Her robes where a mess, her hip was aching and her exposed legs were in his lap. Yasumasa looked surprised and annoyed, feeling these emotions in equal measures.
Tears sprang to her eyes. MC felt embarrassed and ridiculous. She was in pain and scolding her clumsy self to pick here and now to pull a stunt like this - with him of all people. She knew he was going to milk it and put her down.
And true to expectation she didn't have to wait long. Because after staring at the bare legs draped over his lap for a fraction too long Yasumasa turned his face to her, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"What are you trying to do, you hussy. Do you really think that the soft, bare skin of your legs..."
He traced a hand over her leg, caressing her skin and sending chills up her spine.
"...Is going to tempt me? You slu-"
Before he could continue, MC rolled onto her back and started to push herself away from him using her legs. Away from his hand, his words and the look in his eyes.
She knew she was hurting him, kicking away from him almost frantic, not caring where her feet landed. He was such a total asshole anyway. A moment later however Yasumasa had recovered from the shock of her crazy reaction and with incredible speed normally preserved for the battle field he'd grabbed her legs and pulled her back.
Pushing them down he moved quickly, and within a breath and a heartbeat he was sitting on top of her, one hand pushing both of hers to the bedding whilst the other circled her throat.
They stared at each other, panting, agitated.
"I hate you..." She growled, eyes narrowed.
He squeezed his hand slightly when she spoke, making her swallow and part her lips to draw a breath.
Something in him snapped, he wanted to silence her. And before she could finish her sentence, he kissed her... A moment later she kissed him back.
It was wild and frantic. So wrong and so all consuming. Their tongues fought for control even as his hips ground into her. Every time she pulled away to catch her breath his hand would grab her chin and pull her back, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
He wanted MC to submit to him, but she was having none of it. Pushing her hands up against his and even biting his lip. He pulled back when he felt the sting.
Sitting back on his hunches Yasumasa looked at the kitchen wrench. Both were panting loudly. She had disheveled hair, her sleeping kimono was half open and her lips were red from kissing so ferocious...
He swallowed. The look in her eye still wild. He felt the tremendous urge to ravish her again.
Anger bubbled up inside of him. What was she doing to him. But even as he wondered this, he found his hands reaching out.
Yasumasa ripped open her sleeping robes and dove in. Sucking on a nipple as he roughly kneaded the other breast. Her back arched and she called out.
One hand was already moving down in between her legs. He pushed two fingers in as his thumb found her clit and pumped hard.
"Ah!" She exclaimed, but he took no notice as he marked her skin. AÂ bloom here and there dotted around her chest. His fingers slick with her arousal.
With a sudden urge he freed his manhood from its confines and coated the tip with her juices as he once again found her lips with his.
Wildly kissing her, he pushed in slowly, stretching her. She moaned into his mouth. He knew he wasn't easy to accommodate, but he wanted it to hurt. To make her feel him any which way.
He pulled away from the kiss, placed his lips near her ear and panted: "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
He felt her tighten around his dick at these words and started pounding her.
Hard and relentless, he was. MC squealed and clung to him as his muscles rippled under the strain. He bit her shoulder and she pulled him back by his hair finding his eyes.
"I. hate. you. Ya. su. Ma-sah."
MC managed between each deep drive into her. He snorted.
"But you. love my dick. right."
She huffed angrily and turned her face away. He laughed until she tightened her core muscles.
"Fuck! Nnng" Yasumasa exclaimed. "You bitch!"
He rammed up his pace despite the desire to make her come first. She needed to come first or she could say he was a lousy lover and he couldn't bare the idea of her saying such things of him.
"You better be. Careful. Pulling stunts. Like that."
Sweat dripped from his forehead, his muscles rippled from his harsh movements.
"Cause I'm. Gonna. pump. you. Full. of my. Cum."
She trembled under him as her core tightened once more. But the look in her face said it all. She was fighting it, which made him want to make her come undone even more.
Yasumasa whispered the words, but the tone was commanding. Refusal not an option. The authority in his voice absolute. And to his amazement, for once - she listened.
With one final, frantic kiss she claimed his seed. Milking him for every drop as he came hard with her. It was sublime torture to surrender so utterly to her.
He claimed her another three times that night - unable to help himself. And that was exactly why he hated her more than ever. The hussy.
This was indeed what he'd say to Ieyasu every time he'd the chance. He was merely stating the truth. And it had absolutely nothing to do with keeping her in his bed. Nothing.
