Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Hearing Rizu like this was next to impossible, as her thighs came up just enough to engulf the side of his face and muffle his ears, covering his skull in sinewy muscle. In the back of his mind, he realized how ironic this was, in a stupid way - this was where he’d wanted to end eventually, anyway, right? His head between her legs, giving her pleasure, making her moan? Well, wish granted.

Even though Prayuth couldn’t make out her exact words, he could see her face well enough, and that told enough of the story. That cruel grin. The curve of it. The look in her eyes, hungry and wanting. She wasn’t taking these pictures for any personal collection - she was going to share them. All it would take was a few button presses on her phone and his career went down the toilet…

It put him into a thrashing fit, trying his best to get free, but a fly would’ve had better luck escaping a spider’s web. She clamped down, poured on the pressure, and it as all academic from there.

There was no faking this time - not that it would have worked if he tried. Her leg was pressed tight against his throat, a rear naked choke with her legs, and consciousness was rapidly fleeing him. He fought it as best as he could, but there was no stopping it. Drool dripped from his lips onto her thigh, his eyes rolled back, his body rattled and shook, tensing up tight, then flopping down all at once, as if someone had turned out a switch in his brain.

Out. Just like that.

Rizu laughed a bit when Pray began to wildly thrash around. He looked so cute when he was desperate! But his struggles were for naught. The nurse rode out his resistance while keeping her lethal legs tightly coiled around his neck, like a python subduing its next meal. It didn’t take long, especially once she doubled down on the pressure. In a matter of moments Pray’s struggles died down, until the handsome man went completely limp between her legs again. But Rizu wanted to be certain he was out this time. So she lightened up on the pressure briefly before giving another tight squeeze just to quickly test him. Satisfied after he didn’t respond, the nurse at last untangled her legs from around Pray and laid his head back gently on the mat.

She climbed over his unconscious form, swinging a leg over to sit herself astride his chest again, this time facing his legs while pinning his arms down under her shins. Rizu then raised her phone again, aiming the front facing camera at herself, and smiled while beginning to snap more pictures. Each one was angled down just enough to catch Pray’s sleeping face right behind her in the frame.

With every picture Rizu took, she struck a different pose. The first was a simple smile, that one essentially just testing her alignment to make sure she liked the way it looked. In the next one she was casually glancing over her shoulder, as if just casually curious about the condition of the thoroughly defeated man beneath her. Then she faced the camera again, winking while flexing a bicep, and taking the picture only after adjusting her arm enough to make sure it didn’t block the view of Pray’s face.

All the while she waited for signs of him waking up again. Maybe he’d be out the entire time Rizu was taking her pictures, maybe he’d wake up midway through and give her the joy of seeing his reaction to what was going on. Either way, she was looking forward to him regaining consciousness so they could continue their “fun.”

Prayuth didn’t stay out for too long this time, and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was getting used to being knocked out, like his body was growing accustomed to the trauma and coming out of it. Maybe he was just learning to deal with the experience now. He was honestly having trouble remembering how many times she’d knocked him out. Three, right? Three sounded right. Or was it four? There was the time when they started, then again, and then again when he tried to escape, or had he gone out another time before that.

How long had even been down here? There weren’t any windows, no clocks, he couldn’t reference anything, and there was no way to know how long he’d been sleeping. Minutes? Hours? Long enough for him to be missed? Would anyone even think to come looking for him?

Those thoughts raced through his head, but they came to an abrupt stop when he felt that familiar weight on his chest, knew she was on him again. And what was that sound, like clicking, like a phone that was taking pictures. Why…

Oh.

He opened his eyes and started to squirm beneath her, but he didn’t have the strength to do much more than that, feebly writhing on the floor. He groaned and craned his neck up, seeing that, sure enough, she was taking pictures, snapping away, filling up her album. With a long, haggard sigh, he flopped back and started at the ceiling. ”Just...what do you want? Huh? How much?”

Pray’s squirming cued Rizu that he had come to again, but she didn’t seem to react to it. She just remained quite comfortably perched on top of his chest and continued with her pictures. The nurse couldn’t help but smile as she happened to time one just right so it caught Pray’s face right as he lifted his head up to see what she was doing. That one just might be her favorite of the bunch so far.

Feeling his toned body flop back down beneath her made a grin briefly tug at her lips. It wasn’t a tap, but it was surrender all the same. Rizu was just sitting on him. But thanks to the groundwork laid with the damage she’d inflicted already, this was all she needed to keep him pinned down on her gym floor. God that was such a sweet thought.

Finally she gave him a reaction, right after he asked “how much?” She didn’t say anything out loud, but the nurse gave an incredulous glance over the shoulder, as if she were silently asking if Pray actually thought money would buy his way out of this. Then, to silence any further, equally foolish questions, Rizu slid back and planted her rear right on top of his face.

“I already told you what I want. Did I squeeze you so hard you forgot?” she teased with a giggle. “Tell me you’re mine. If you do that, then we can talk about the other details. If you don’t, well...I think you should have a fairly good idea by now how that would go.” And with that she leaned forward and raised her ass just barely enough off of Pray’s face to let him speak.

“Well? I’m waiting…”

Prayuth knew he wasn’t going to get an answer he liked out of Riza - she seemed to delight in toying with him, stringing him along, enjoying his torment far more than he would’ve ever expected from someone whose job it was to heal people. He’d initially thought she just got her kicks out of hurting guys - something she probably picked up from half the female Tension locker room. But no, there was a darker, sicker, mental thing to it, too. She was fucking with his head just as much as his body.

But instead of a list of demands, he got the thing that he’d been craving since the two of them met - just not in the way he wanted. ”Nononocomeon-” He blurted out before her ass descended over his face, plunging him back into that hot, fleshy abyss. He moaned and squirmed beneath, weak struggles, just barely able to hear her over his muffled protests. He wasn’t under there for long, but it was enough to make it all-too clear how serious she was about this. She’d put him out once, she’d do it again, and enjoy every second.

Submit or sleep.

He choose the former.

”Fine! Fine!” He took a moment to swallow some deep breaths, along with his pride. ”I’m yours, okay. I’m...all yours.” He threw his head back and sighed. ”There, I said it. Now, what else?”

When Pray said it, Rizu closed her eyes and let out a blissful exhale. Each new way she found to make the actor submit to her sent renewed surges of pleasure through the nurse. “Yes, you certainly are~” she said while her free hand began to glide over his chest and abs, taking a moment to just enjoy and appreciate her prey’s delicious frame. Hearing his question, she shifted to sit upright on his chest again, and a sudden seriousness came over her.

“What else? ...I’ll tell you what else…” Unable to keep a straight face beyond that, she cracked into a little laugh. Rizu had been referencing one of Marcelus Wallace’s lines in Pulp Fiction. The wording was slightly different, but that aside she wondered if Pray would catch it. But after a few seconds she answered his question.

“Like you said, you’re mine. And you will continue to be for the rest of the night. You will do whatever I say, when I tell you to do it. If you’re a good pet tonight, then when I’m done with you I’ll let you go, and no one will ever have to know the Prayuth Sakda was wrestled into submission and knocked out multiple times by a nurse. But if you refuse or disobey…” She held her phone up over his shoulder for him to see. “...Everyone will know.” Rizu wasn’t asking him, or giving him any other options. She was just plainly stating how it was. Now she wanted to test how well he understood his situation.

She got off of Pray and stood up, then moved to stand several feet away from him before turning to face him again, hands casually resting on her hips. Her phone remained in her hand.

“Crawl over here on your hands and knees, and kiss my feet.”

Pray shivered at Rizu’s touch, and the telltale signs of arousal began to rise up in his chest, the inevitable response to all this close contact with a beautiful woman. And Rizu was beautiful, no matter how crazy she was. Her soft, supple form was on perfect display with the gown she wore, emphasizing every curves, showing just the right amount of skin. She had the sort of body that many of the actresses he knew would’ve killed for - more than a few literally.

These soft caresses were just a subtle teasing reminder of the way he’d wanted this night to go. A way that was seeming further and further out of reach with each passing second.

He laid there and listened, not altogether hating the feel of her on his chest, as she laid out the rules and spoke what had just been an unspoken threat before. She had all the power here, thanks to that little phone. Even if he managed to get up and wrestle the thing out of her hands, crushed it in into little bits, it wouldn’t solve anything - most phones sent photos to the cloud, these days. It was in cyberspace, just waiting to be unleashed, and there was only way to solve the problem.

Play along.

When she gave the order after getting off of him, his first instinct was to open his mouth and give her a clear ‘Fuck no’. Pure reflex, and he managed to stop the word before it could get out by biting his lip. He had to take a huge breath, forcing some calm into his senses, but he managed to make it work. Eyes down, brow furrowed, her crawled towards her on hands and knees until he was close enough. After a final moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth, bent down and place a single kiss on her foot. Right on top, just like she wanted.

Rizu watched in silence as Pray obediently crawled to her on all fours like a dog. Clearly it came with great reluctance, but the actor seemed to know the extent of what was at stake here. A few moments later, however, she became less certain of that. Yes, he crawled to her as she asked. And the nurse watched with no shortage of amusement as he lowered his head and placed his lips to the top of her foot....but then stopped. Rizu’s brow raised curiously. She was quite certain she told him to kiss her feet, not just one foot. If Pray thought he could cut corners with her and get away with it, he had another thing coming.

She giggled while crouching down until her head just higher than his. Rizu’s free hand moved under his chin, then gently tilted his head up until he was looking up into her deceptively gentle eyes. “Was that all? Surely you can do better than that.” Then she stood up straight and raised the foot he hadn’t kissed, and shoved her sole right up against his handsome face.

“It’s bad enough you thought one tiny peck would suffice, but now this one feels so neglected since you ignored it. You better try a lot harder this time if you want to make up for it. Or, I know plenty of people who would love to see the nice pictures I’ve taken tonight…” she said, rubbing her foot in his face a couple times to, well, quite literally rub his situation in. He may have hated everything about this, but she didn’t care. Pray’s options were to either fully pour himself into the role of “Rizu’s bitch” for tonight, or his chances of having another meaningful role in his career would be all but obliterated.

Had he really thought that would fly with Rizu, given everything she’d done to him and would most likely keep doing to him before he could escape her little gym dungeon. Maybe. Or maybe he was just getting the last hit of defiance out of his system. Rebelling always came easy to him, never the type to just bend a knee without some hard pushing.

Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter - Rizu wasn’t satisfied, and when Rizu wasn’t satisfied, that meant more pain for Prayuth.

He grunted as her foot was shoved in his face, nearly knocking him over with both the surprise and the force. It didn't smell all that bad, really, and was quite soft, pleasant to the touch - truth told, Prayuth had a little bit of a foot fetish, and this would’ve done it well in most scenarios. But with her forcing it on him…

The phone. Remember the phone.

He closed his eyes and went to work, planting one kiss on her foot, then another, and another after that, picking up speed the more he grew accustomed to her taste, working her foot from every angle. He decided to mix it up a little, too, sucking on a toe her and licking at the instep there, figuring it would be the best way to keep her happy. But he always kept the kisses coming, and he kept his gaze down. ”Is this, ah…” He gave her a long lick on the sole of her foot. ”Is this working for you?”

Well, well, well. What an interesting development this was~

Rizu was indeed thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Pray’s lips and tongue against her foot. Every kiss and every lick heightened the feeling of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation was arousing her again, but as it all happened the nurse was also closely watching Pray. There was no sign of revulsion. Some of that no doubt had to do with her sweet-smelling lotions and her general aptitude for cleanliness. Even so, she was a little surprised at how easy this came to him. It could just be a demonstration of how desperate he was to keep those pictures from leaking out.

Or, maybe it was something else…

Hearing his question, she giggled sweetly while canting her head slightly to the side. “I could ask you the same thing~” she said, tracing her toes down his cheek. They moved further and brushed over his chest, continued down his abs, then finally moved away from him just as they were drawing near to his hips. The foot came down to rest on the floor in front of him, while her hand moved to rub the top of his head as if she were petting a dog.

“Do you like my feet? Be honest,” she asked, before her voice took an an almost unnoticeable change again. Once more, behind her gentleness of her voice, the faintest threat of something harsher lingered.

“I don’t like being lied to.”