A brief snippet of an unnamed WIP:
Feeling like a schoolgirl about to be lectured, she dragged her eyes up from the relatively safe vicinity of Ratio's arms and chest (oh, who was she kidding) to meet his eyes with trepidation. Ratio gazed at her with a sort of intense yet benign interest, not unlike his usual mien, but she could feel the energy rolling off him. He was clearly enjoying this.
"I'll make it easy for you," Ratio began again, that familiar patronizing tone curling into his voice. "Lift your skirt so I may examine you."
Sunday could barely remember how to breathe. Kafka had done rather a lot to make her submit. Teasing, toying, wry taunting. Suffocating Sunday with her sensuality.
This was something else entirely. Some other thing she hadn't realized she'd been craving. The chasm between Ratio's calm, almost entirely professional demeanor and the things he was asking her to do in that oh-so-reasonable voice. The way he spoke down to her as if she were a foolish little girl in need of guidance. It made a horrible need writhe deep inside her.
Kafka had made Sunday call her Mommy. But now, it would seem, she had to answer to Father.
Another snippet from later in the fic:
Sunday couldn't help the whimper that escaped her choked-up throat when Ratio withdrew his finger from her panties and ran it over her trapped cock instead. Her head spun, body swaying in place. She wanted to cum so badly it hurt.
"Exceptionally sensitive here, I see," Ratio hummed, repeating the motion. Sunday seized up, fists bunching in her skirt and her stomach clenching as she tried to shy away from the teasing sensation.
"Ah, ah." Ratio, of course, wasn't having it. His free hand came up to splay across her bare stomach, preventing her from curling in on herself. "I didn't say you could move."
"Damnit…" Sunday gave into the rare urge to curse, her wings trembling around her face. Even without seeing everything, just knowing he was looking at her was more than enough to leave her delirious and anxious. "I— I don't—"
"Your only task is to stand there and hold your skirt up for me," Ratio reminded her, and Aeons, those words in his mouth were utterly filthy. "Surely you can manage that?"
Been a while since I did a WIP Wednesday…
Mega brainrotting over dom Dr. Ratio / sub transfem Sunday medical play + inspection kink, courtesy of the fiends in my server (ilu)
Includes a reference to Kafkasun, chastity cages, and brief mommy/daddy kink~
#ratioday #sunratio #suntio #drratio #nsfw
