Being Makima’s

It's early in the afternoon. The Tokyo Headquarters of the Public Safety Devil Hunters is bustling as always. With the recent rise in devil sightings within the department's jurisdiction, employees move in and out of the building in droves. Often, unfortunately, returning in worse condition and in fewer numbers than they originally departed in. You've been called into the office of a woman named Makima, who is equal parts feared and respected amongst your colleagues due to her long tenure in the public sector. Despite you being part of one of the regular divisions and not directly reporting to her, she's notified your captain that she wants to speak to you personally. While you stand across the desk from her, she shifts into a more comfortable position in her chair before locking eyes with you and smiling gently. Though you're still uncertain why you're here, being in Ms. Makima's presence makes it feel like all of your previous worries have completely disappeared...

Makima keeps her gaze locked with you, a small smile on her lips as she replies in a smooth, sultry voice.

"Yes, I did. I'm interested in knowing more about your work and your personal life. I believe there may be some potential for mutual...benefits between us. Would you be up for a little...chat?"

She leans forward in her chair, the scent of her perfume filling your senses. The subtle movement draws your eyes to her chest, and you briefly consider what it would be like to run your fingers over the soft fabric of her shirt.

<God, I can't believe she's actually flirting with me.>

You clear your throat, trying to keep your hormones in check as you respond. "Of course, ma'am. I'm happy to talk about anything you'd like."

Makima's smile widens, her eyes shining with a glint of amusement.

"I've had my eye on you for some time now, Cyrin. You're an excellent hunter, and your dedication to the job has not gone unnoticed by me. Plus," she pauses to lean back in her chair, her gaze roaming over your body with clear interest, "I find you very intriguing. There's something about you that sets you apart from the others."

She licks her lips slowly, and you feel a rush of heat pooling between your thighs.

"But enough about me. Tell me, Cyrin, what are your deepest, darkest desires? What gets you off?"

Makima tilts her head to the side, her eyes sparkling with thinly veiled amusement.

"Yes, Cyrin. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm asking. Everyone has their kinks and fantasies - there's no need to be ashamed of them." She pauses for a moment, her gaze directed at you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "So, come on. Don't be coy. What turns you on?"

As she speaks, she leans in closer, her chest pressing forward and causing the fabric of her shirt to stretch across her breasts. You realize that trying to resist her advances is futile - the attraction you feel towards this woman is too strong.

Makima's lips curve in a sultry smile, and she leans even closer to you. You can feel her breath hot against your cheek as she speaks in a low voice.

"Of course we should, Cyrin. This is the perfect opportunity for us to get to know each other intimately. There's no need to be shy - I promise, everything we say here will remain between us."

As she speaks, her hand moves to trace small circles on your thigh, sending electric jolts of pleasure through your body. The touch is light, almost teasing, and you find yourself struggling to control your breathing.

"So tell me," she continues, her gaze locked on yours. "What do you really desire?"

Makima's fingers continue to trail circles on your thigh, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers.

"Oh, I can definitely tell. And I like women too, Cyrin."

As she speaks, her hand moves up to cup your breast, fingers lightly teasing your hardened nipple through the fabric of your shirt. She presses her chest against yours, letting you feel the weight of her ample bosom against your own.

"But that's only a small part of it, isn't it? There are so many more...kinky details to explore." She pauses for a moment, her eyes watching your reaction carefully. "Tell me, what do you enjoy most? Rough sex? Being dominated? Public play?"

Makima chuckles darkly, her fingers never leaving their teasing circles on your thigh and breast.

"I know many things, Cyrin. I have a way of seeing into people's desires and bringing them to the surface. You might think you're hiding your true self, but I know the real you."

As she speaks, her grip on your breast tightens, sending a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through you. You squirm under her touch, the desire to submit to her growing stronger by the second.

"But enough about me and my abilities. Let's focus on you, shall we? What do you fantasize about when you're alone?"

Makima's lips curve into a wicked grin, her fingers tightening around your breast provocatively.

"Is that so? And what do you think about us doing together?" she asks in a low voice, her breath hot against your ear. "Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasies, Cyrin. Don't hold back."

As she speaks, her other hand wanders up your thigh, tracing tantalizing paths along your inner leg. You feel yourself growing wet with desire, more turned on than you've ever been in your entire life.

Makima's eyes light up with something akin to delight and a glint of satisfaction as she hears your words. She presses her body against yours, grabbing your chin and angling your head back so that she can look you directly in the eyes.

"Such an obedient little thing, aren't you?" she murmurs in a low, husky voice. "I like that."

She moves her hand from your thigh to cup your chin, lifting it up as she stares down at you.

"But why just imagine it, when we can make it a reality?" she suggests, a smirk playing at her lips. "In fact, I think you should start right now."

As she speaks, she slides down in her seat, spreading her legs wide to give you better access. Without a moment's hesitation, you move to your knees between her legs, your mouth hovering inches away from her covered sex as you wait for her command.

Makima shudders at your touch, a low moan escaping her parted lips as you begin to lick her folds. She sinks lower in her chair, her eyes closing in pleasure as she runs her fingers through your hair, gripping it tightly as she encourages you to keep going.

"Mmm, that's it, Cyrin," she whispers breathlessly. "Such a good girl, licking me so well."

She bucks her hips to meet your tongue, the slick sounds of your oral ministrations filling the room as you lap at her pussy with eager enthusiasm. You can taste her arousal on your tongue, sweet and salty at the same time, and it only makes you want more.

Makima inhales sharply at your words, arching her back in delight as you continue to orally pleasure her. Her grip on your hair tightens, fingers digging into your scalp as she pulls you closer to her throbbing pussy.

"Fuck, Cyrin," she moans, her hips grinding against your mouth. "You have such a talented tongue."

She pulls back for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazes down at you with a lustful expression.

"Do you like pleasuring me, Cyrin?" she asks, her voice husky with desire. "Does it turn you on to be so obedient, so subservient?"

Makima smirks down at you, an almost predatory glint in her eyes as she watches you lap at your lips, eager for more of her taste.

"I can see that you do, Cyrin," she replies, her voice low and sultry. "You're such a dirty little thing, aren't you? So willing to please."

She leans forward, cupping your chin with one hand as she looks into your eyes.

"But don't worry, my dear. I'll make sure to reward you properly for being such a good girl."

She pulls you up by the hair, leaning in to capture your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss that leaves you breathless and aching for more.

Makima grins wickedly to herself, her hands still keeping you hidden from view as she responds coolly to the person outside.

"Just a moment," she calls out smoothly, her voice betraying nothing of what's going on under the desk.

She returns her attention to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she speaks in a low voice.

"Looks like we have an audience, Cyrin," she murmurs teasingly. "Do you think you can keep quiet while I handle this? Or will I need to punish you for being disobedient?"

Makima stifles a moan of pleasure as your mouth covers her clit fully, her eyes widening slightly at the challenge you've thrown down. She stares at you in disbelief, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she takes a deep breath and tries to compose herself.

Just as she's about to say something, the door to her office opens, revealing a stern-looking man in a suit standing there, his expression one of annoyance.

"Makima-san, I thought I heard some noise coming from your office," he says, his tone clipped. "Is everything alright here?"

Makima's grip on your hair tightens slightly, but she keeps her cool, a polite smile on her face as she looks up at the man.

"Of course, Director," she replies smoothly. "I was just finishing up some paperwork. You know how it is."

She reaches down under the desk, her fingers trailing lightly over your cheek as she grabs a folder and holds it out to the director.

"Is there anything you needed, sir?" she asks, her voice dripping with honeyed politeness.

Makima turns to the director, her fingers still lightly running through your hair as she regards him with a cool, collected gaze.

"Cyrin has shown exceptional potential in the field, Director," she explains, a hint of steel in her voice. "I believe that by pairing her with a more experienced member of the team, we can help bring her skills to the next level."

She shifts slightly in her seat, the movement sending shivers of pleasure up her body as your tongue continues to explore every crevice of her pussy.

"Is there a problem with that, Director?" she asks, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

As she speaks, her free hand slides down over your shoulder, tracing lazy circles on the exposed skin of your arm as she continues to keep you hidden from view. She's clearly enjoying this game, using you as a pawn in her power play with the director.

Makima takes the forms with a smile, her fingers still tracing patterns in your hair as she leans forward to sign them. All the while, you continue to pleasure her, your tongue working tirelessly against her sensitive clit.

"Thank you, Director," she replies smoothly, keeping her cool despite the intense sensations running through her body. "I believe that training up our cadets is one of the most important things we can do as an organization."

She finishes signing the forms and hands them back to the director, careful not to let him catch a glimpse of what's happening under the desk.

"Is there anything else you need, Director?" she asks, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.

Meanwhile, you continue to pleasure her relentlessly, using every trick you know to push her closer and closer to the edge. Her grip on your hair tightens further as she struggles to keep her moans quiet, her body trembling with pleasure.

The director lets out a chuckle at Makima's response, clearly amused by her sudden faltering.

"Don't worry, Makima," he says, his tone teasing. "I know it can be hard to focus when there are... distractions in the office."

He glances in your direction, but Makima's body is blocking you from view and he thinks nothing of it. Meanwhile, Makima's grip on your hair tightens even more as she struggles to maintain control, her eyes closing and a low moan escaping her lips.

"You seem tense," she manages to push out, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. "Perhaps you should take the rest of the day off?"

The director arches an eyebrow at her suggestion, but decides not to question it further.

"Very well," he says, rising to his feet. "But don't let your personal interests get in the way of your work, Makima. We can't afford to have any more lapses in security like we had last week."

He nods curtly to her before exiting the room, leaving Makima alone with you once again.

Makima tilts her head back slightly, leaning into your skilled tongue as she grinds her hips against your face.

"That's it, my little slut," she murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire. "You're so good at this. Maybe I'll have to give you a reward for being such an obedient little thing."

She reaches down and tangles her fingers in your hair, using it to guide your movements as she rocks her hips against your face, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

"Tell me, Cyrin," she whispers hotly, her breath coming faster as she nears the edge. "What do you want from me? Do you want me to take you right here on this desk, while everyone else is just outside that door? Or maybe you want something else?"

Makima lets out a low groan, her hips jerking involuntarily as your continued oral ministrations push her closer and closer to the edge.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?" she rasps out, her grip on your hair tightening. "Does it get you hot?"

She pauses for a moment, drawing in ragged breaths as she struggles to regain control of her body.

"You know what I want, don't you?" she continues, her voice little more than a breathy whisper now. "I want to use your body however I please. I want to make you scream my name and beg for more."

Her fingers tighten even further in your hair, almost painfully so, but still you continue to lick and suck at her sensitive flesh.

"I could give you everything you've ever wanted," she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. "But you have to be willing to give me everything in return."

Makima lets out a satisfied hum, her fingers tightening even further in your hair.

"That's what I like to hear," she murmurs, her hips grinding against your face in time with your continued oral ministrations.

She leans forward suddenly, her own arousal now glistening on her fingers as she traces them over your lips.

"Open wide, my little slut," she hisses, pushing two fingers into your mouth. "Let me feel that pretty little mouth working for me."

With one hand still tangled in your hair, she guides your head back down to her throbbing clit, forcing you to work around her fingers as she moans louder and louder.

"You're so eager, aren't you?" she whispers hotly, her grip on your hair now almost painful in its intensity. "You love being used like this, don't you? You love being my dirty little secret..."

With a final, shuddering moan, she finally reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body going rigid as she comes hard against your lips.

Makima continues to ride out her orgasm against your mouth, her grip on your hair tightening as she grinds against your face, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your own body.

As she begins to come down from her orgasmic high, she slowly releases her grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back slightly and catch your breath.

"Very good, my little slut," she murmurs, a note of satisfaction in her voice. "You did well."

She reaches down and traces one finger over your swollen lips, gazing at you with an almost predatory look in her eyes.

"Now, let's see just how obedient you really are," she whispers, her voice low and dangerous. "Stand up and bend over that desk."

Makima watches you rise from between her legs with a lustful glint in her eyes, her fingers tracing lightly over your arms as you lean in to give her a passionate kiss.

"Mmm, such a good little slut," she murmurs against your lips, before releasing you and watching you make your way over to the desk.

She rises from her chair and circles around behind you, her fingers trailing lightly down your spine as she savors the feel of your skin against hers.

"Spread your legs for me," she whispers hotly, her breath tickling against your ear. "Let me see exactly how wet and ready you are for me."

She reaches down between your legs, her fingers delving deep into your folds and finding your clit with practiced ease.

"God, you're dripping," she breathes out, her own desire clearly mounting as she feels just how aroused you are. "You really do love this, don't you?"

Makima chuckles softly at your response, her fingers never breaking their firm grip on your slick folds.

"You're such a filthy little thing, aren't you?" she murmurs hotly, teasing your clit with practiced expertise. "You love being used like this, don't you? You want to be my dirty little secret."

She pauses for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before continuing.

"I'm going to make you beg for it," she whispers, her voice low and dangerous. "And when you do, I'll give it to you... but only if you beg hard enough."

With that, she slides one finger into your dripping core, reveling in the sound of your immediate gasp of pleasure. She pumps her finger in and out of you slowly, drawing out this exquisite torture until you can barely stand it anymore.

"You want more?" she teases, her voice low and sensual. "You have to beg me for it. Good girls get rewarded, after all."

Makima grins wickedly as she hears your ragged breathing and the unmistakable sound of your pleasure.

"Very good, my little slut," she murmurs into your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "But that's not quite enough. What do you want from me?"

She pumps her finger even faster, her other hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair as she forces you to arch back against her.

"Beg me for more," she whispers hotly, her fingers never slowing in their insistent, delicious stroking. "Beg me for what you want."

Makima chuckles darkly at your pleas, relishing in the sight of you writhing and gasping beneath her touch.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she hisses into your ear, the desire in her voice almost palpable. "You want me to take you right here and now."

She withdraws her fingers from your aching core and guides you down onto your knees in front of her, forcing you to look up at her with barely contained desire in your eyes.

"Open your mouth, my little slut," she commands, positioning herself right in front of your face. "Let me feel that pretty little mouth working for me again."

With that, she slides her fingers back into your waiting mouth, forcing you to suck and lick at them with all the skill you can muster.

"You're such a good little cocksucker," she murmurs approvingly, before pulling her fingers out of your mouth and guiding your head down between her legs once more.

Makima moans softly at the feel of your skilled tongue flicking and teasing at her clit, her body writhing with pleasure beneath your ministrations.

"You're so good at this," she murmurs appreciatively, stroking your hair with one hand as she grinds her hips slowly against your mouth.

But then she notices your hand drifting down between your legs, and her expression grows dark.

"If you cum without my permission," she whispers dangerously, "I'll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?"

She pulls back from you for a moment, her hand still resting lightly on your head as she gazes down at you sternly.

"You're mine to control," she says firmly. "And I won't tolerate disobedience."

Makima rolls her hips against your mouth, groaning in pleasure at the feel of your tongue on her clit.

"That's right," she murmurs hotly, her hands gripping tightly onto your shoulders. "Good girl."

She grinds against you even harder, urging you to continue your skilled ministrations while she teases and toys with you.

"You love this, don't you?" she whispers wickedly, her voice low and seductive. "Being at my mercy like this, completely under my control."

She pauses for a moment, watching you with an intense gaze before continuing.

"But remember," she says darkly, "you're only allowed to cum when I give you permission. And until then, you're mine to use as I please."

Makima grinds against your mouth even harder, relishing in the way you respond to her taunts and provocations.

"That's it," she murmurs approvingly. "You love it when I tease you, don't you? When I drive you wild with desire?"

She moans softly at the feel of your tongue on her clit, her hands still tight on your shoulders as she continues to ride your face.

"Well, rest assured my little slut," she whispers into your ear. "I'll keep teasing you until you're a quivering mess... and then I'll make you beg for more."

With that, she pulls back from you for a moment, watching as you pant with desire and need at her feet.

"Tell me how much you want this," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "Tell me how much you want to be my obedient little slut."

Makima chuckles wickedly as you start pleasuring yourself in front of her, relishing in the way you're so turned on and obedient to her commands.

"That's it, my little slut," she murmurs approvingly. "Show me how badly you want to cum."

She watches with delight as you touch yourself more urgently, your fingers moving faster and harder against your clit.

"You love being such a dirty little whore for me, don't you?" she whispers hotly, her eyes dark with desire. "You'll do anything I tell you to, won't you?"

With that, she positions the tip of her heel directly beneath you, urging you to work for your own release even as she continues to ride your face with abandon.

"You want to cum for me?" she teases, her voice low and seductive. "Then come and get it, my little slut."

Makima chuckles wickedly at your cry, relishing in the way you're so lost in pleasure that you've forgotten all of your surroundings.

"That's it, my little slut," she whispers hotly. "Lose yourself in the pleasure."

But then she pulls back from you, reminding you of where you are with a teasing grin.

"Don't forget where we are," she teases, her voice low and seductive. "I wouldn't want anyone walking in on us while you're screaming my name."

She grinds herself against your mouth once more, pushing you back down onto the ground as she rides your face with abandon.

"But I know how much you love living dangerously," she murmurs darkly. "So why don't we keep going until we can't take it anymore?"

Makima groans in pleasure at the feel of your mouth on her clit, her hips grinding against your face with wild abandon.

"That's it," she murmurs hotly. "Make me cum, my little slut. Show me how good you are."

As she speaks, she grinds herself against your face even harder, her wetness coating your lips and tongue as you lick and suck at her eagerly.

"I can feel how much you love this," she whispers wickedly, her voice low and seductive. "How much you love serving me and submitting to my desires."

She pulls back from you for a moment, her eyes locking onto yours as she grinds herself against your face once more.

"Keep going," she commands, her voice dark with desire. "I want to feel you make me cum."

Makima grins wickedly at the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure and submission to her desires.

"That's right, my little slut," she whispers hotly. "Keep going. Make me cum harder than I ever have before."

As she speaks, she grinds herself against your face even harder, helpless to the sensations building within her as she watches you pleasure her.

"You love this, don't you?" she teases wickedly, her voice low and seductive. "Being used by me like this, my little whore."

With that, she starts moving faster and harder against your mouth, her body writhing with pleasure as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

"Come on," she growls hotly. "Make me cum already, my dirty little slut."

Makima grins wickedly at your pleas, relishing in the way you're completely lost in pleasure and submission to her desires.

"You want to cum for me, my little slut?" she teases hotly. "Then come and make me cum first."

She guides your head back and forth, almost as if you were giving her a blowjob, the tension building higher and higher between you with each passing moment.

"Show me how much you love serving me like this," she growls, her voice low and seductive. "Show me how much you want to be my dirty little whore."

With that, she starts moving faster and harder against your mouth, her body writhing with pleasure as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

"Don't stop," she moans hotly. "I'm so close... just a little more..."

Makima grins wickedly at your pleasure, relishing in the way that you're so lost in submission and desire for her.

"That's it," she whispers hotly. "You came so hard just from pleasing me like this."

She pulls back from you slowly, allowing you one last lick against her clit before rising to her feet, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

"It's been a pleasure, my little slut," she drawls wickedly. "I look forward to using you again soon."

And with that, she sends me away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and desires, wondering when she'll call upon you once more.