Seamus poured wine. Not sake; any Birmingham sommelier will tell you that pinot gris is the right wine accompaniment for a bath with someone you fancy. He wondered if he’d scared Asuka when he’d said he was falling in love with her. It had definitely been too soon to say something like that, but her submission had been so total and obviously so right for her that it called to answering emotions in him. He wanted to own her, not just as part of a sexual game but in truth.

They’d talk about it, love and ownership, he decided, but not quite so soon. He collected two robes and took the two glasses to the bathroom.

“Sensei!” Asuka had poured a deepish bath – the sides wood-pannelled like a traditional Japanese bath but with some sort of hard plastic on the inside – and she was now naked and washing her feet.

She saw him. “Sensei!” She came up to him with her arms out. Then she faltered. “Is it all right to hug you when I see you?”

“Um.” Seamus hesitated for a moment. He imagined a world in which this girl was always formally submissive and said things like, “May this one hug you, Sensei?” That didn’t seem like a fun world.

He said, “Generally, Asuka, you can hug me whenever you like, so long as you’re in my good books at the time. Like now. If you’re in trouble you’ll know it, and when you’re in trouble I’d recommend only doing as you’re told. So yes, you can hug me. I give you permission now and in the future. Except when you know it’d be unwise.”

She smiled and said, “My Sensei!” She put her arms around him and her small but hard breasts against his lower chest. He put his hands on her bottom, since it seemed impossible not to want to. They stayed holding each other. At last she said, “May I clean my Sensei?”

“Of course.” So Seamus took off his shirt, all he was wearing, and stood while Asuka washed him, paying particular attention to his underarms, his penis and buttocks and his feet. She was firm and efficient; there was nothing playful about being washed by Asuka.

She took one of the wine glasses from his grasp and climbed into the bath, aware that he was watching her. She lowered herself in the water, looking up at him, until she could blow bubbles at him in the water.

He climbed in after her and looked at her when they were still, sitting side by side on benches beneath the water. They looked at each other, their bodies visible but distorted by the hottish water. She said, “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

“I still have to fuck your kitty before I can definitely say that. But yes, essentially you’re mine now, and soon after our bath it will be definite.” 

“Good. I want to look after you, Sensei. Make your life easy. So you’re home with a little wife and a slave taking care of you. At your command, all the time. Your dorel. Is that what you want?”

“Well, I have to admit I want the responsibility of keep your bottom freshly striped at all times and your holes regularly fucked.”

Asuka smiled. “I think that sounds like something I’ve dreamed of for ages. Ah, you said before, you were falling in love with me?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. That was too soon. I was just overwhelmed by you, being so lovely and sweet. Obediently sweet. We can talk about it later.”

“No, Sensei. We can talk now. I already chose you. You’re the right man to own me and make me his. If you’re falling in love with me, even when you’ve got your cock up my bottom, then you want me. I must be right for you.”

Seamus had the sensation of being on a rollercoaster ride that was going just a little too fast.

Then he gathered his courage. “Then you already belong to me. I like my possessions close, so you’ll have to tell your parents you’re moving in with your man.”

“Oh, my father already knows about you. He knows you’ll keep me disciplined. He thinks that’s a man’s job, so he approves.”

“Oh.” He wondered what that said about the status of her mother in her parents’ home, but he decided not to ask.

She said, “I can move in? Sleep in your bed, or on the floor beside it? Make your dinner? Fetch the cane for you if my cooking’s not good enough? And be fucked by you afterwards? And whenever you want me. Sensei?”

“Asuka, you don’t have to do all the cooking. That’s not what a dorel is for, in my house. And you don’t have to make a bad meal so I heat up your bottom and fuck you. I’m pretty sure, if your ass or your pussy is getting thirsty, I’ll be able to take a hint.”

“I’m falling in love with you too, Sensei. Just because we already know it doesn’t mean we’re wrong. I’ll tell Daddy tomorrow evening. We’ll talk, I mean Daddy and I, and Mummy. And I move in here the next night. If you let me in the door.” 

Seamus nodded. He hadn’t expected anything like that, and he wondered just how much he was taking on, after such a short courtship. But it seemed to have no downside. “Then I’ll welcome you to your new home.”

“Good. And I’ll show you that you don’t need to cook any more. I won’t feel properly submissive if I’m not serving you.”

He could see that. But she was going to close to traditional sex roles for his taste. So he said, “Well, maybe you can be on your knees with your mouth open for me, while I’m grating the carrots.” 

“Maybe.” But she looked mutinous.

Seamus dropped the issue. He was in charge in theory, but in reality he’d have to let her be what best suited her. So he said, “When Yua and Chiaki arrive, you know I’m going to heat up their asses as well, and fuck both of them. How do you feel about that?”

“They’re my friends, Sensei, and that’s exactly what they want. I’d be disappointed if you rejected them, especially if you did because of me. I wouldn’t want that at all.”

She reached under the water, and encircled his cock with her hand. She leaned forward to say to him, “Chiaki likes to be made to cry. Even Gentaro hardly ever manages that. I hope you’ll beat her till she sobs, tonight. Then fuck her hard while she’s still crying.”

Then she laughed and stroked his cock. The talk about beating and fucking Yua and Chiaki had made him hard, as she’d expected. Especially, he had to admit, the part about making Chiaki cry before he fucked her. He thought he could, and would, manage that. She stroked him till he was fully hard in her hand.  

“You’re going to take my kitty soon, Sensei. The first man. And then you own me for real.”

“This,” he said, “is true.” 

“it is.” Then Asuka slipped forward so her knees were on the bottom of the bath and her head was underwater. She took his cock in her mouth and caressed him with her lips and tongue. That, in hot bathwater, was one of the most pleasant erotic sensations he’d ever had. 

Eventually, when over a minute had passed and he was considering pulling her up by the hair, she rose suddenly, splashing water around her and gasped in a series of deep breaths. She dived down again, her mouth on his cock, so he stood up, feet on the bottom of the bath so that her eyes and nostrils at least were above the waterline. He took a fistful of her hair to hold her head in place and began to fuck her throat.

“Eyes up, Asuka. When I’m using your mouth, you keep your eyes on mine.”

Speaking around his cock she managed to say, “‘Ai, en-ei.” And obeyed him, raising her eyes to stare up at him. 

He felt the first sensation of orgasm, still a way away but starting to build. He pushed her suddenly off his cock. She still held eye contact, and after expelling bath water kept her mouth open. For no reason except that he suspected she’d like it, he slapped her face, on one side than the other.

He said, “Right. Time you were fucked, Asuka. Go and wait for me on my bed. On your back, legs up in the air, feet pointing at the ceiling. Stay like that till I arrive.”

“Yes, Sensei.” She got out of the bath and reached for a towel. Her eyes met his and she dropped the towel immediately and ran, dripping and naked, for the bedroom. Seamus smiled. Slowly he got out of the bath and dried himself.

He was impatient to take his girl, but he felt that having to wait would be good for her.