A Place Beneath - Avery Merritt vs. Ishigami Yuto

[RockRye]

Avery Merritt’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, her crystalline gaze locked onto Yuto. Intriguing, wasn’t he? His reason for stepping into this business was hardly unique as LAW went, so far as she understood it, but the honesty of his motives set him apart. She mused silently, a wry thought crossing her mind: This match was essentially free access to a session for him.

The notion stirred her sharp, businesswoman instincts. Perhaps she’d start charging for this kind of treatment, invoicing these hapless men and women who dared to crave her dominance in such an overtly indulgent way. But for now, she had a match to finish. A moment of dominance to revel in.

"Well, then," Avery said with a mock sigh, freeing Yuto from her earlier hold. Her voice dripped with playful disdain, though a glint of amusement sparkled in her eyes. She rose gracefully, hands brushing her thighs as she adjusted her barely-there gear, presenting the magnificent curve of her thick, taut backside. She took her time, letting the moment stretch, knowing that every subtle movement commanded his, and the eventual audience’s, rapt attention.

She turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder, her smirk deepening as she saw the tension in his frame. "Oh, Yuto," she purred, her tone laced with mock pity. "You’re insatiable, aren’t you?" With a flick of her fingers, she snapped the waistband of his pants once more as she had earlier, her laugh low and sultry.

Avery lowered herself slowly, deliberately, every motion measured to maximize the tension in the air. She stopped just as her immaculate cheeks grazed his face, close enough for him to feel the heat of her skin and catch a faint scent of her perfume. "Kiss your way to pleasure," she commanded, her voice soft but edged with authority.

[Lico]

Yuto's anticipation building up as Avery just holding her position for a while. Her gaze sending tingling sensations into him as she seemed to know this, even teasing him for it. The snap on his pants made him twitched again, almost drawing a moan as well.

Time seemed to flow slowly for him from watching her slow descent which was almost torturous on its own. When her ass finally made contact with his face, he shivered a little and his body jerked slightly. Her scent slowly becoming one with the air he's breathing, and he happily started kissing her divine derriere the moment she ordered him to.

"Mmmh... mmmh..."

He gave her rear cheeks one gentle smooch after another, slowly getting firmer the more he's getting into it. A part of him was expecting Avery to fully sit on him, squashing his face with her ass, but perhaps that would be a reward after he satisfied her with this.

[RockRye]

Averysavored the warmth of Yuto's kisses against her thick ass. She hummed in approval, relishing in the adoration that was being bestowed upon her. This, she thought, was a taste of the reverence she deserved, even if it was in a physical rather than metaphorical form. She wanted people to worship her, to kiss her proverbial ass, and frankly, if she could find those with Yuto's devotion, she was getting closer to that reality. Perhaps she would have further use for him in particular.

A sly grin crept across her lips as she fantasized about rubbing that level of success in the faces of her parents. Let them tell her she was a failure again. But for now, she returned the favor by gently grinding her cheeks against Yuto's face, allowing him to continue his worship. The ticking of time became more audible as the five minutes drew near. She felt the seconds slipping away, and in a show of control, Avery plopped her ass back down on Yuto's face, again feeling his nose sink into her smothering rear.

Her words echoed in the room. "Remember, I control your breathing. Really, everything about you."

Her eyes sparkling with mischief, Avery lifted one manicured finger to trace the outline of Yuto's excitement through his pants, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she teased him with the promise of more attention without giving him that attention. Her session clients adored that sort of attention.

But swiftly, the dynamic changed. Latching onto his hips with a firm grip, she effortlessly turned Yuto onto his stomach. She admired the submissive posture, and, without hesitation, she dropped her ass down onto the back of his head, pinning his cheek against the mattress.

"What do you think is coming next, Yuto?" she purred, her voice thick with dominance, as she rested her hands on his butt.

[Lico]

Several kisses in and Yuto was already forgetting about the time limit, again. He kept peppering her rear cheeks with deeper smooches, until she finally let her weight dropped onto him. There was a muffled moan from the boy as his body jerked slightly, but his kissing continued immediately after that minor disruption. He could only agreed with Avery's statement which echoing and sinking into his mind, her words etched as facts in his consciousness.

"Mmmmghh..." he wriggled a little, then bucked his hips as he felt her finger brushing his throbbing bulge which came as a pleasant surprise. "Nnngg...!"

The sensation was electrifying. If only Avery could see how Yuto's face contorted underneath her, his lower half rolled as if he's trying to press his excitement a little more against her digit. However, she suddenly flipped him around instead, making him facing the mattress before her ass sat on the back of his head to pin him again. He gasped and inhaled some air, before her question alerting him.

"U-uuh..." his thought was still a little hazy from her smothering that he could only glance around for a moment to find his answer, until he noticed that her feet wasn't too far away from his face. "Oh..." he gulped in realization, his gaze fixated on them for a moment.

[RockRye]

Avery chuckled, a sharp, confident sound that filled the room. His simple, breathy “oh” was enough to amuse her, confirming that, even in his stupor, he could grasp the situation he was in. She gave a slight flex of her toes, her arches curving gracefully, a silent affirmation that he was, indeed, correct in his assumption.

“Good guess,” she teased, her voice smooth but tinged with mockery. “Now, be a good boy and take a deep breath yet again. Unless, of course, you’d rather take it with the feet you seem to love so much.”

She leaned forward slightly, her movements deliberate as she slid both feet beneath his face. Her soles, soft yet firm, pressed against his features as she reclined again, seating herself firmly on the back of his head. She could feel his nose and lips contort against her foot, the sensation drawing a wicked smirk to her face.

“See? This,” she said, her tone growing more contemplative as if she were musing aloud, “this I could get used to. Everyone kissing my ass and kissing my feet. Sounds like the natural order of things, doesn’t it?”

With that, she leaned forward again, shifting her weight to press down on his hips. The added pressure forced his crotch firmly into the mattress, a motion she executed with practiced precision. She had tried something similar with certain session clients before, ones as visibly overwhelmed as he was now. Her voice dripped with sardonic amusement as she added, “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today. I could make this a whole lot worse for you. Or better, depending on how you look at it.”

She flexed her toes against his face as if to reinforce the point.

[Lico]

The taunting movement from Avery's toes made Yuto twitched, and he felt a throb down there against the mattress. He did as instructed, inhaling some fresh air that would be his last for a while. Her feet closing on his face soon after, and the weight of her rear pressed his face against her soles, sealing his fate. The boy wriggled under Avery, feeling jolts of excitement from the sensations. Her question might be rhetorical, but he responded by a subtle nod, rubbing his face against her feet in the process.

"Mmmh..."

Her scent soon intoxicating his mind, and the pressure on his hips, while making it difficult for him to even squirm, did make his throbbing against the bed even more apparent. His eyes rolled and he started kissing her feet, even though the time for the worship session might have long passed already. Even though his hands were free, Yuto didn't even try to them in any meaningful way, just gripping on the sheets instead when she flexed her toes against his features.

"Mmmppphh...!"

Was this hell, or heaven? He couldn't really tell. One thing that he's sure was, at this rate, his excitement might boil over without any direct stimulation. If it wasn't for Avery's weight on his hips, he probably would have humped the bed already!

[RockRye]

Addiction. Avery knew something of it.

She had heard the word whispered about her in the past, by those too timid to truly understand her. Addiction to the finer things in life, they said. Addiction to indulgence. Addiction to sensuality. One might even accuse her of an addiction to dominating these days. The fools didn’t realize that for a woman of her caliber, it wasn’t addiction. It was simply her due.

And yet, feeling Yuto now, the way his lips pressed reverently against the sole of her foot even as he gasped for air, she didn't doubt that the word had merit for the depths of his desires. He was utterly consumed, his adoration palpable in every desperate, smothered kiss. A lesser woman might have pitied him. Avery, however, felt only amusement.

Her foot shifted slightly against his face, pressing her arch more firmly against his lips. It was delicious. He was delicious, in the way only someone so hopelessly enthralled could be.

"Keep worshipping, darling," she crooned, her words like silk laced with venom. "Keep worshiping, darling. After all, isn’t this what you crave? To have the privilege of my attention?"

Her laugh, rich and cold, rang out as she leaned back slightly, enjoying the sight of his flushed face buried against her smothering sole as she peeked over her shoulder. Every kiss, every involuntary twitch of his body, spoke volumes of his devotion, not just to her feet, but to her dominance.

Still, Avery was nothing if not curious. Addiction, after all, was a fascinating thing. How far could she push him? How much could he take before his body betrayed him entirely?

She shifted her weight slightly, maintaining the smother as she reached forward. Her strong, sculpted arms snaked around his legs, her fingers locking securely around them. With practiced ease, she lifted, her power evident as she maneuvered his lower body upward.

It wasn’t a full Boston Crab, not quite. Avery had no interest in releasing her hold on his face, after all. Instead, she tucked his legs under her arms, bending them back just enough to add more pain to his pleasure.

She tilted her head back to glance at him, her icy blue eyes gleaming with delight. "Tell me, Yuto," she said, her voice smooth and dangerously soft. "Do you think you can endure this? A touch of agony... in exchange for just a few more moments beneath me?"

Her foot pressed down harder against his face, her toes curling slightly as though to further claim her dominance. "Or is your little addiction stronger than your breaking point? Go on. Let me see just how much of me you can handle."

[Lico]

Even without Avery telling him to, Yuto was already eagerly kissing her sole and toes as if his life was depending on it. When she pressed them some more against his face, he was twitching in delight and inhaled more of her scent. If only she could see the expression he's making right now as her feet becoming his world. Speaking of addiction, he might have found himself another one. Avery wasn't the first woman who used her feet to dominate him, of course. However, most of his encounters rarely had moments where he got so intimate with someone's feet like this, somewhat surprisingly. He made the nodding motion again, willing rubbing his face against her soles, his kissing becoming more and more devoted.

Then he felt his lower half was being lifted up and bent backwards as Avery applied a loose version of the boston crab. He let out a muffled groan, but then realized that she wasn't really causing him much pain. It's more of a reminder how completely at her mercy he was, just a subject to be used by the queen as she pleased. If this was the price he had to pay for being smothered by her feet for a little longer, then he's gladly paying it.

"Nnnngggg...!"

He could feel himself getting a little lightheaded now. Her warmth and scent had already melting some of his brain, and he wriggled a little as her toes did. His bulge was twitching and throbbing, almost threatening to burst. To be pushed over the peak just by someone's feet... that actually might be the first for Yuto, and the thought made him shiver. Should he endure, or should he just lose himself further under her spell? At this rate, the choice might not even be his to made...

[RockRye]

Avery could hardly contain her amusement as Yuto’s unwavering devotion remained steadfast, even under the strain of her hold. The quasi-Boston Crab had contorted him into a posture no man should have been able to endure with any degree of happiness, and yet he persisted. His lips grazed her sole even in his torment, a silent homage to the power and allure she wielded over him.

With a smirk curling at the corners of her lips, Avery entertained the thought of making him a business proposition. She was a consummate businesswoman, after all. What better way to monetize her innate superiority than to have Yuto star in a series of fetish videos? The idea of him willingly, even eagerly, worshipping her feet, an afterthought in her life but an apparent fixation for him, was tantalizing. It would be effortless, lucrative, and the ultimate statement of her dominance.

But business could wait. Right now, Avery was far too enthralled with testing his limits.

Her arms flexed with a deliberate, cruel precision as she pulled back harder on his legs. The shift was slight but devastating, arching him closer into a punishing C-shape. Her own powerful hips anchored her firmly, the weight of her seated on the back of his head ensuring his face was sealed tightly against her smothering sole. Avery leaned her weight back slightly, adding a deeper pressure that drove his features further into her foot. The soft contours of her sole contrasted sharply with the unyielding force she exerted, creating an inescapable prison of breathlessness and degradation. Her body had become a compress with him in the jaws between her rear and her feet.

"Even you have your limits, don’t you? Tap out now. Unless, of course, you’d rather pass out in bliss. Though…” She adjusted her grip, bending one leg further than the other, “…what good would you be to me unconscious? I need you awake, after all. A worshiper who can’t breathe is no use at all.”

Her laughter was soft but razor-sharp as she tightened the hold even further.

[Lico]

Yuto had to admit, for a moment he forgot that he cold tap out without ending the match. He was so captivated by Avery's feet that he had to be reminded about his limits. The cranking of the hold did help waking him further, and he tapped the bed a couple of times.

"Mmmmgghh..." he let out a muffled groan, almost as if he just being awakened from a stupor.

That was so close in many ways than just one. He could have easily passed out if Avery let him drowned in his own perversion, although she did have a point that she had better use of him being conscious than not. Yuto felt a shiver and a tingling sensations on his back from the realization of just how lost he was in his worship. It's not often such thing happened, and he had a feeling that it might not be the last time it'd happen with Avery tonight.