Chapter 153: Tsunade [4] 18+

Kael kept his mouth on her, lips sealed around one heavy breast while his hand worked the other. He sucked hard enough that the skin pulled tight, then eased off and dragged his tongue in slow circles around the nipple. Tsunade’s breath stayed locked in her throat. She would not give him the satisfaction of a sound if she could help it.

"This is your reward for making decent food," he said against her skin. "Accept it."

She finally spoke, voice low and tight. "Why... Why are you doing this? You can have any woman you want. Why go after an old woman like me?"

He lifted his head. The nipple left his mouth with a wet pop. "No one is as sexy as you."

The words landed harder than she expected. She had spent years telling herself that part of her life was finished. No partners, no interest, just the slow acceptance that men looked elsewhere. Now this boy—this arrogant, impossible boy—treated her body like something worth taking. Heat she had not felt in a long time stirred under her skin. She hated that it was there.

She still had her pride, and she still had the bet to honor. Ground rules were needed before this went further and wrecked whatever scraps of a normal life he still possessed.

"All right," she said. "You can suck on them as much as you want. But no sex."

Kael’s tongue traced a wet line from the underside of her breast up to her collarbone, then higher until his mouth hovered over hers. "Fine. We won’t have sex until you beg for it. But I can still have fun other ways."

He shifted her so her bare ass settled fully on his lap. The short maid skirt rode up with the movement. His cock pressed against the soft flesh of her belly, already hard again.

"Call me master," he said. "Until you do, I won’t stop."

She frowned. "Won’t stop what?"

SMACK!

His open palm cracked across her right cheek. The sound was sharp in the quiet room. She jolted and let out a short cry.

"Naruto, stop—"

SMACK!

Another smack, harder. The left cheek this time. Heat bloomed across her skin.

"A maid doesn’t call her master by name."

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

He kept going. Each slap landed with deliberate force, alternating sides, the impact echoing. Her ass began to sting, then burn. Juice leaked from her without permission, slicking the top of his thigh. She clenched her teeth and tried to stay silent, but the next few hits forced short, unwilling sounds from her throat.

"Stop... it’s humiliating..."

He did not stop. The cheeks turned a deep, angry red, handprints rising clear on the soft flesh. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Pride warred with the simple need for the pain to end.

"Master," she finally said. The word came out thick. "Master. Okay. Stop."

Kael’s hand stilled. He gave the glowing skin one last, lighter pat. "Gladly."

He reached up, unhooked the bra she still wore, and tossed it aside. The panties followed, dragged down her legs and dropped on the floor. She was left in nothing but the short black skirt and the little white apron.

"If you want these back," he said, standing, "come to the bedroom."

He walked out without looking over his shoulder. Tsunade stayed seated for a moment, palms pressed carefully to the hot surface of her ass. The sting remained, a steady throb. She stood slowly, smoothed the tiny skirt as if it could somehow restore dignity, and followed.

Her bedroom door stood open. Kael lay in the middle of the bed, completely naked, one arm behind his head. His cock rested heavy against his stomach, still wet from earlier.

She stopped just inside the doorway. "What are you doing now?"

"Come here," he said. "Serve your master." He tilted his head, eyes half-lidded. "Keep that mouth useful for something other than complaining."

She approached the bed. The wariness was real, but so was the knowledge that she had agreed to this arrangement. She had given her word. Refusing now would only make the week longer and more difficult. Better to get through it cleanly.

She climbed onto the mattress and settled on her knees between his spread legs. Her hair fell forward; she tucked it behind one ear with a steady hand. The thick head of his cock waited only inches from her face. She leaned in and gave the tip a single, testing lick. Salty. Warm.

Kael watched without speaking.

She licked again, slower this time, tracing the ridge, then down the underside. Her tongue flattened and dragged upward. She took her time, coating the length with careful, deliberate strokes. When she finally closed her lips around the head, the heat of him filled her mouth at once.

He exhaled through his nose. "Ah... Deeper."

She took more of him, lips stretching. The weight pressed against her tongue. She bobbed once, twice, finding a rhythm that kept her breathing steady. Her free hand wrapped around the base, stroking what her mouth could not yet reach.

Kael’s fingers slid into her hair. He did not force her yet, only held. "That’s it. Good maid."

The praise should have angered her. Instead it settled low in her stomach. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, letting the wet sounds fill the quiet room—soft, rhythmic glucks each time she rose and dropped again. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and began to drip.

"Gluck... gluck..."

He pushed up with his hips on the next downward stroke. The head nudged the back of her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, but did not pull off. She adjusted the angle, relaxed her jaw, and took him deeper. The thick shaft slid past the resistance until her nose nearly touched his stomach.

"Fuck," he muttered. "Just like that."

She stayed there for a long moment, throat working around him, before she had to come up for air. A string of spit connected her lips to his cock. She wiped it with the back of her hand, then immediately went back down. This time she set a steadier pace—long, slow slides that let every inch drag across her tongue, followed by shorter, faster ones that made wet, filthy noises.

"Gluck... gluck... gluck... "

Her own body betrayed her. The earlier spanking still burned across her ass, and each movement made the short skirt shift against the sensitive skin. Moisture gathered between her thighs. She ignored it and focused on the task.

Kael’s grip in her hair tightened. He began guiding her, nothing brutal, just firm pressure that told her when to go deeper and when to ease off. She followed. When he held her down she stayed, swallowing around the intrusion until her lungs demanded air. When he released her she gasped, spit running down her chin, then opened again without being told.

"Look at me," he said.

She raised her eyes. Gold met blue. He looked completely at ease, like this was the most natural thing in the world. She held the gaze while she took him to the root once more. Her throat fluttered. Tears slipped free and tracked down her cheeks, but she did not stop.

He groaned low in his chest. The sound sent a reluctant shiver through her. She increased the suction, tongue swirling under the head on every upstroke. Her hand twisted gently at the base in time with her mouth. The wet sounds grew louder—gluck, gluck, soft wet pops each time she pulled off just enough to breathe and then sank again.

"You’re getting good at this already," he said. "Must be all that experience with sake bottles."

She would have glared if her mouth were free. Instead she answered by taking him deeper than before, holding herself there until her vision swam at the edges. When she finally pulled back she was panting, lips swollen and shiny.

Kael sat up a little, both hands now in her hair. "Don’t stop. Keep serving."

She did. She lost track of time. Her jaw ached. Spit soaked the sheets between his legs. Every few strokes he would push her down and keep her there while her throat convulsed around him, then let her up just long enough to drag in air before guiding her back. She never pulled away on her own. A maid finished what she started.

His breathing grew heavier. The muscles in his thighs tightened under her palms. She felt the first pulse against her tongue and prepared herself.

"Swallow," he ordered.

She did not argue. When he came she stayed locked around him, throat working steadily, taking every thick pulse until there was nothing left. Only then did she ease off, lips sliding free with a final wet sound. A thin strand of spit and spend stretched between her mouth and the head of his cock before it broke.

She sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with the edge of the apron, and looked at him. Her voice was rough when she spoke.

"There. Now leave my house."

Kael reached out and brushed a thumb across her lower lip, collecting the last smear. He pushed the thumb into her mouth. She closed her lips around it without being told and cleaned it.

"Good girl," he said. "Now stay right there. We’re not finished yet."

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