sugar baby
tags: tied up, blindfolding, domxsub(ISH) sprinkle of bdsm
lawyer!higuruma x sugarbaby!reader - euphoria inspired (ish)
a/n: this is from my tiktok! it’s been slightly edited as i retyped it lol. sorry for inactivity, i unfortunately have a j*b ☹️ ill try be more active tho!
some days at work were stressful for hiromi higuruma. he spent long, tiring, and relentless hours at his firm each day, sorting case through case. and when he came home after these groveling days? he was lonely. exhausted. frustrated.
so he hired you. a sugar baby. young, stunning, obedient. you listened to him, unlike the “mindless fools” that he worked with, or so he’d call them whenever he was ranting to you about his day.
but you listened to more than just him talking: you listened to the way he commanded you, the way his shoulders tensed when your fingers would work away at his stress, and to the way his eyes would follow your every move, like a predator that’s sizing up its prey before it devours the poor thing.
so he kept you around, and you were more than happy to stay. he paid you well, and let you use his penthouse apartment whenever you pleased. over time, the relationship between the two of you had surpassed bland, surface-level intimacy. you had a bond.
one day, hiromi returned home from work, the door barely making a sound as he closed it. his footsteps were normally heavy— you’d memorized them— but today, they were nearly silent. his face wasn’t etched with its typical exhaustion and annoyance, but instead it had a neutral expression. an eerie calmness.
“you look tense.” you commented, earning a soft sigh from hiromi. you rose off the leather couch, beginning to make your way towards the brooding man. he always had a look of admiration in his eyes whenever he looked at you, but today, it appeared as if he was observing you. as if he were lost in thought and also not thinking at all.
your hand reached out to touch his shoulder, but your touch was quickly denied. by him. his larger, vascular, and lengthier hand had grabbed ahold of your wrist, bringing it down to your hip. he’d never done that before— deny your touch.
“is something wrong?” you asked, searching in his eyes for any answer or explanation to his behavior. you found none.
“all day, all damn day, not a soul has listened to me. not my coworkers, not my defendants, not my witnesses.” he spoke. those were the first words he’d chosen to say.
“so i need you to listen to me, and i need you to listen very closely, since no one else will. can you do that? are you capable of keeping your mouth shut and doing what you’re told?”
you nodded, frozen. not from fear, but from unfamiliarity. he had never acted like this, never spoken to you like this.
“good.” he sighed. “undo my tie. slowly.”
and so you obliged, slowly undoing his tie like he’d told you to. the room was silent and still, a combination that both drained oxygen from your lungs and made your heart race. he was taller than you, much taller: but you had never felt the height difference before like you did now. his eyes burned through you, studying the way your hand fumbled with the tie. critiquing you.
once you’d completely undone his tie, he took it from you, wrapping the fabric tightly around his hand. you were planted where you stood, hesitant to move.
“im going to give you very simple instructions, and i need you to pay close attention to what i say. don’t question me. do you understand?” he said.
you nodded. “yes.”
“yes what?” he repeated, his voice stern.
“yes sir.” you corrected. he nodded at your correction, as if he’d mentally given you a point on an assignment.
“you’re going to go upstairs, and go into the bedroom. you will get on the bed, and lie flat on your back. you will not move, nor will you speak. you will not undress, or wait for me by the door. can you do that?” he commanded in a serious whisper.
“yes sir.” you answered.
you began to walk away, releasing an exhale you weren’t aware you were holding. you could feel his eyes piercing through your back as you walked away, daring you to turn around. but you didn’t. you kept walking until you got into the bedroom, just like he’d told you to.
and you’d seen the canopy king-sized bed more times than you could count, yet today, it appeared to be taunting you. you crawled onto its soft sheets, placing yourself in the middle of the bed and laying flat onto your back. he hadn’t immediately followed, so you were left alone to anticipate what he planned to do to you.
minutes had gone by before he finally joined you. he let out a soft exhale of relief, seeing that you had obeyed him, before walking towards the side of the bed. he didn’t say a word as he leaned over you wrapping his tie around your face and covering your eyes, using it as a blindfold.
your chest began to heave softly. anticipation wracked your body, teasing you for not knowing what came next. it bullied you.
you could hear him walking away, and you squirmed worriedly, before you heard the sound of a drawer opening. within moments he was back at your side, binding yourself right wrist to its corresponding pole of the bed, with what seemed to be a tie.
then he came to your left wrist. he moved to the foot of the bed, binding your right ankle, then your left.
he then took a step back, admiring his art. your limbs were extended, your vision no longer yours. you were simply an experiment on his hypothetical lab table. the minutes stretching with the quiet frightened you, which made your breathing grow heavier. did he leave? you’d question.
“i hope you aren’t expecting a reward for this. everyone always wants something from me. no, not want— they expect it. like how these idiots expect big paychecks, or expect a shorter sentence. are you like everyone else, y/n?” he asked you.
but earlier, he’d instructed you not to speak. so you didn’t. and now, you were hesitating, unsure if that was the right choice. your lips twitched.
a groan. then, quiet sounds of metal clinking, fabric sliding against fabric. you;d made up your mind and decided to answer, but it was too late.
thwack.
a sharp gasp escaped you, a pleasurable, stinging sensation lingering on your thigh. he’d struck you with his belt, presumably for not responding.
“i expect an answer when i ask you something. don’t you think it’s pretty rude to ignore someone when they’re talking to you?” a pause. “so let’s try again. are you like everyone else?” he reprimanded.
“no sir.” you answered meekly, your lips agape.
“are you sure? because you told me you would listen, and you just did the opposite.” god, his voice was compelling.
“yes, im sure, and im sorry. i’ll listen.” you apologized. the sensation of the lingering sting did something blissful to your nerves.
“good. about time i get an apology from somebody. dont you agree?” he said. the normal calmness in his voice that you were used to was slowly making its return.
“yes sir.” you responded, not daring to forget.
more minutes of silence greeted you, drowning you. you could hear soft footsteps walking around the bed, and you could feel eyes seeing every part of you, despite being fully clothed. soon enough, he began to unbind you. slowly. tantalizingly. one piece at a time, until alll that was left was the makeshift blindfold.
you could feel his weight make the mattress dip as he made his way towards you, slowly unwrapping the tie from around your eyes. his exhausted yet soft features had returned, calming your racing heart.
“you did so good.” he praised. “who knew you were such a good listener?”
a chuckle escaped him as he got up, setting his tie on the nightstand before sweetly extending his hand out towards you. it wasn’t until that moment you finally felt how soaked your panties were.