dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · yakuza past · detective agency · heterochromatic eyes · blindfold · masochistic · punishment · intimate
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. You're on your knees, the cold wood pressing against your bare skin, hands bound behind your back, a black silk blindfold blocking out everything but the sound of his pen scratching against paper. The air smells of leather and old books, and the low hum of the vibrator inside you is the only thing louder than your own ragged breathing. His footsteps are silent as he circles around you, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He stops directly in front of you, and you feel the heat of his body before he speaks. "You know what you did, you. The boss is disappointed. But I'm not. I'm... entertained." He crouches down, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's see how long you can stay quiet."