Femme fatale domination (Haruhi/Hunny) part 2/2
Hunny squirmed in his chair as she leaned over to drop the fruit into his glass. The top of her dress fell forward with her movement, allowing a glimpse of her breasts.
Hunny gulped his drink, swallowing hard.
"Good?" Haruhi stared at him with brazen intensity. She moved closer, then tilted his head up. She stroked his cheek and jaw; traced the lines of his lips with her thumb.
Hunny whimpered.
Haruhi slid further onto the table and sat upright. She planted one of her stiletto-clad feet on the flat surface. The material of her dress slipped dangerously past her bended knee and toward her hip.
She gripped the front of Hunny's shirt suddenly, forcefully pulling him nearer. "Do you like this?"
Sweat beaded on Hunny's forehead. He opened his mouth, but no discernable sound came out.
"Do you like me?" Haruhi's face was so close he could feel the heat of her breath.
She brought her leg around and braced her heel against the back of Hunny's chair. He was now eye-level with the inside of Haruhi's naked thigh.
She wound his tie tightly around her hand and yanked him toward her, her lips curling in a hungry smirk.
The scene was interrupted by a violent coughing fit emanating from across the room.
The rest of the Hosts had been observing from one of the many plush couches that populated the 3rd music room.
Tamaki had fallen to the floor and was on his hands and knees, sputtering and struggling for air.
Mori had been paging through a book. The novel was now lying completely forgotten on his lap.
Kaoru's jaw was hanging wide open, practically hitting the marble title.
Hikaru said something about needing a bathroom break and quickly disappeared.
Kyouya cleared his throat as he adjusted his glasses. "That's a very...interesting cosplay idea, Hunny-senpai, but I don't think it's quite right for Host Club." He made some brief notes in his binder.
"You didn't like it?" Hunny frowned, disappointed. "Were you having fun, Haru-chan?"
Haruhi shrugged. "I guess. I actually don't mind this dress. The shoes are really uncomfortable, though."
"I'll help you with them!" Hunny volunteered cheerfully.
Tamaki was face-flat on the rug now, muttering about his "precious, innocent daughter".
Mori was serving ice water.
Hunny guided Haruhi's leg into his lap and carefully slid off her stiletto, then began massaging her foot. His grip tightened on her ankle when her toes brushed against the bulge in his tailored pants. He looked up at her tentatively.
Haruhi teased the pad of her foot over his erection, and with a smile promised they'd continue the game later in private.