@ikkaku-of-heartβ ( cont'd )
Nami tutted at the thinly veiled request that Ikkaku had given her, not about to give in to something like that so easily. Giving away all her secrets so early into the game just wasn't how she wanted to play. To demonstrate her displeasure she leaned down a little further from the woman's ear to bite down on the sensitive muscles in her neck, adding enough pressure to emphasize her threat.
β Ah ah, now where's the fun in me just telling you what I want to do? Wouldn't it be better if I showed you instead? β
She practically purred after giving the bite mark a couple gentle licks, a silent apology for the roughness, even if it wasn't necessarily needed. After making sure she had a secure hold on both of Ikkaku's wrists with one hand, Nami used the other to toy with the zipper of her boiler suit for a moment before slowly starting to pull it down one tooth at a time. How she still had it completely on in this heat, which only escalated now that they were in the confined space of her bedroom, with no real air flow, was well beyond her. She could barely stand having on her thin tank top and shorts. Once the zipper was down as far as it would go, Nami wasted no time in slipping her hand inside the material, fingers dancing teasingly along the smooth skin of her exposed stomach. A pleased hum vibrated in the back of her throat when she felt her muscles twitch and flex at her touch, loving how responsive Ikkaku was to her. She could already imagine how wet the Heart mechanic was, and her mouth watered at the idea of tasting her.
β Tell me, Ikkaku... What do you want most right now? Maybe if my pretty little plaything asks nicely I'll grant her wish. β
She leaned back while she was talking to look her in the eye, gaze darkened with lust and showing nothing but the promise of satisfaction. Her voice had a slight edge to it. This was more of a demand than it was a request, and if Ikkaku didn't give a satisfactory answer, there would be punishment. A punishment she might like, considering her tastes, but a punishment all the same. While Nami waited for an answer, her hand dipped lower to trail a single finger along the waistband of her underwear and prominent hipbones. There was no mistaking that the woman beneath her was beautiful in every way possible, and she really hoped she knew that.