Femme fatal domination (Haruhi/Honey)
Honey knew this dame was trouble when she pulled out the gun. The babe, not his normal type, was all up and down, but the way she moved her hips - hot damn! She knew what that meant, and boy, Honey hoped she was going to deliver.
The ropes were unexpected, so were the goons, twins who leered and taunted and then left in a trail of cigar smoke, laughter echoing around his empty, hollow office.
"Seems you've been causing trouble," she whispered, she tapped the gun against the throat. "Trouble you don't need."
"I don't need a lot of things," Honey said, wishing he had the chance to turn Usa-chan towards the wall, he didn't want his bunny seeing this. The dame was getting predatory.
"I'm Haruhi," she murmured into his ear, her breath playing tricks with mind and bringing up all the little hairs on his neck. "You'll need me, constantly, by the end of the night."
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Honey hated to admit it, when the sun was weak and trying to break through the L.A. fog - good luck with that - but the dame was right.