Decadence.

Mitsuru x Kokoro fanfic by: Blue T.

WARNING: Consensual Non Consent. This could be a trigger for some, so I strongly advise skipping if you had a past history of trauma. This is dirty sex, a different level of smut.

Story One: Role Play.

Part of her morning routine after doing her business in the bathroom was running for six to seven miles, it's what helps her keep physically fit, and also helps her mentally prepare for the day's daily tasks.

If she had enough time, Kokoro usually would head to the Sakura Central park several floors below their penthouse to do her daily runs. But this morning, she wasn't in the mood to see other people, no matter how breathtaking the sight of the ancient Sakura tree was. So the treadmill it is.

After a brief shower, Kokoro tied her long hair in a ponytail, then slipped on her running gear, just boy shorts, sports bra, and shoes. Mitsuru was still asleep, his arm outstretched as if reaching for her. A small pang stabbed her chest as she remembered how she woke up that morning, cocooned by his warmth, his arms around her like a shield.

Except that Mitsuru would soon be heading to the airport, another business trip. Just a week this time, but Kokoro was already feeling the usual 'withdrawal symptoms'. She missed him already, and would feel his absence more keenly during bedtime, she's so used to his big, warm body spooning her all night. A week of restless, sleepless nights awaited her.

Normally she accompanied him on such trips, but the timing of this one didn't leave her any choice but to stay. Mitsuru runs a chain of hotels and was slowly forging into casino territory. She worked as the head chef in the main branch of Genista Hotel, in three days time, they'll be hosting the annual convention for several top business people. She can't afford to take some time off.

With the room's remote control, Kokoro opened the curtains revealing the ocean through floor-to-ceiling windows. Early sunlight made the ripples of the water's surface shimmer like diamonds, but even the glorious sight couldn't lift her spirits. It was then that she felt his gaze on her. Kokoro turned her head over her shoulder to look back at her fiancé. Tousled dark locks of hair almost covered his face, and Mitsuru impatiently brushed them back.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted as he sat back against the headboard.

"Morning."

Transferring the treadmill in their bedroom had been his idea, simply because he enjoyed watching her.

She should be used to his focused attention by now, but the unbroken intensity of his stare excited her in ways that got nothing to do with exercise. Almost clumsily, Kokoro set up her workout and heart monitor, then began a walking warm-up.

"How're the preparations going?" Mitsuru asked as she warmed up her muscles. He knew that they won't be able to talk once she started running.

"On schedule." Kokoro replied, feeling his gaze on a certain part of her anatomy. Her ass tightened in response, and she heard the sharp inhalation of breath behind her.

"I enjoy waking up like this every morning." Mitsuru said. "Nothing beats the sight of you, Kokoro. Wish you could come with me."

"Me too." Kokoro whispered softly, then faced forward and started to run.

She needed to get into her runner's zone, that focused headspace she needed to plan out her whole day. But it was difficult not to think of anything but his eyes on her body.

After her first mile, Kokoro glanced over her shoulder. Mitsuru had been quiet, his gaze still transfixed on her. He looked at her as one might a gift about to be unwrapped. Her eyes went wide when she noticed the distinct bulge that tented the cover, he didn't bother to hide.

Sweat started to bead on her skin, her breathing began to race. After running her third mile, unable to bear the silence behind her, Kokoro looked at him again. One of his arms had snaked under the cover, his bicep flexing rhythmically. Oh dear lord. He was shamelessly stroking himself as he watched her.

Kokoro almost lost her balance, stuttered a few steps while the heart monitor beeped like crazy.

Mitsuru knew what that sound meant. He chuckled. Devil!

No headspace for her this morning, not when she had a distracting audience who could send her pulse racing without touching her with anything but his eyes.

She was hyper-aware of everything around her, as if arousal enhanced her senses tenfold. Her skin prickled with chills, even as she burned inside, she felt the slow trickle of sweat that cooled her body, her nipples strained against the fabric of her bra.

Running always made her horny. Running with him watching? Made her certifiably insane with lust.

Anytime she tried to take a break and process what was happening, Mitsuru invaded her thoughts until all she could see, hear or feel was him. She'd known a long time ago that he'd occupied her mind and heart, but times like these still surprised her. He held all of her so consummately it felt there wasn't a part of her he didn't have a hold on.

It was so hard not to drop her workout and just jump him. Maybe he'd already jacked off, and it bothered her that she wasn't there. With some difficulty, Kokoro finished her miles and started her cool down.

When she got off the treadmill, Mitsuru was sitting on the edge of the bed, his swollen cock jutted out of his boxers. Kokoro almost hissed as her pussy clenched for it. Shower, Kokoro. Shower.

Kokoro bit her lip as she forced herself to head towards the bathroom, but as she passed him, Mitsuru caught her hand.

"Come here sweetheart." He patted the top of one his thighs asking her to sit down.

"I'm all sweaty."

That didn't seem to bother him, if anything, he appeared turned on even more by it. "I know."

Mitsuru reached forward and tugged down her boy shorts. Before she could even step out of them or her shoes, he had lifted her over his lap as if she weighed nothing more than a feather.

"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, startled by his speed. She felt the strong, heavy beat of his heart against her back as she leaned on his chest.

She shivered as he licked the salty dampness of her neck. "I'll give you this slow..." He breathed against her ear as he grasped her behind her knees and held her open atop his cock.

She was slick, wet from her own arousal, easing his way as he sensuously...inch by inch...allowed her to glide down.

"Oh god." He exclaimed in a heated gust of breath. "You're so hot...your pussy's searing me. Is my Kokoro in heat?"

She sucked in a breath as his hand trailed down her hip, pausing at the small hormone patch, lightly scratching it as if...tempted to rip it off her skin. She knew he'd wanted to expand their family, but had left that decision to her. What exactly was she waiting for?

Without another thought, Kokoro peeled off the patch. She's not likely to get pregnant at this stage in her cycle...but the message to him was clear.

"Baby..." Mitsuru groaned, kissing the side of her neck rather fiercely, as if her decision pleased him immensely.

His cock thickened at the base, Kokoro made a small whimper as her core stretched to accept his girth.

"Does running arouse you or the thought of having my child?" He yanked up her soaked bra, his hands possessive as they wandered all over her damp belly, breasts...and pussy.

"Running." Kokoro gasped out, but he caught the teasing note in her voice. Mitsuru growled.

She arched into his touch. "But knowing you watched me...the way you watched me, oh god, Mitsuru—" He kneaded her sweat-slicked breasts and pinched her nipples without mercy, just the way she liked it.

"You get me harder than I've ever been. For over an hour, I've drenched the sheet, my balls heavy laden for you."

Kokoro squirmed as he tickled her clit, beginning to grind on him. Impaled on his cock, her hips undulated sensuously, stretching her soft flesh using his shaft.

Mitsuru pressed his lips against the crook on her neck, one of his favorite spots on her body where he bit her when he was being rough, and where he kissed her when he was being sweet.

With an open-mouthed kiss, he licked her sweat, his voice rasped against her skin. "Mine." He punctuated that single word with a hard, heavy thrust that nearly bounced her off his lap.

Kokoro cried out, her fingers clenching into his forearms as she anchored herself. It's so good...too good. Losing my mind...Boundary...must have some boundary.

"Surrender." Mitsuru commanded, biting the lobe of her ear, and she realized she'd spoken her thoughts out loud. He never allowed any distance between them, most especially during sex.

She went wild as he began to stroke her clit, rubbing side to side, faster, harder.

Unable to fight off the pleasure, Kokoro closed her eyes, her mind shutting down, almost like the headspace she needed. Only this one was ruled by sensation, by pleasure.

The whole world blanked out into nothing, leaving only him, the hard, heavy presence of his cock, the stroke of his hands, his rumbling voice. Kokoro held on to the sound of it, as if he was leading her home. How can she survive the coming days without him?

Almost desperately, she began to move on him, grinding her hips, meeting his upward thrusts with wild, wanton abandonment. Mitsuru gently pulled her chin sideways, until her head craned back, and claimed her mouth, sharing the taste of her sweat, and seared her mind with memories.

When she came, she was shaken to the core. Her soft cry against his lips plaintive. Miss you already.

In answer, his warm cum flooded her, as if to repeat, "Because you're mine."

His body quaked with after-shudders, his arms locked around her, clutching her tightly as if she was his greatest treasure he couldn't bear to part from.

"That merely took the edge off." He nipped the soft skin of her neck. "I'm nowhere close to satiation." There was a smile in his voice.

"We'll be late." Kokoro said in a quiet tone, half-heartedly trying to disentangle from his arms. In response, he only held her tighter.

"Mm-hmm." He didn't sound concerned.

"Come on..." Kokoro forced herself to lever off his still hard cock, both of them hissing at the rather abrupt way she pulled away.

"Come back here woman." He growled.

"Mitsuru..." She didn't dare look at him as she toed off her shoes and shorts, then headed to the shower as she took off her bra.

Denying her escape, he joined Kokoro under the cascade, dragging her close. He peered down at her face, but she looked away.

His hands dropped to her ass, possessive palms covering her sweet curves. "I hate being away from you...I'm starting to resent these business trips."

"I'll come next time." Kokoro reached for the shower gel.

"Let's not waste the time we have left." Mitsuru wasn't about to be deterred.

"I need to prepare myself."

They both knew she'd have to steel herself for their brief separation. Though he wasn't convinced limiting their time together would help.

"Then I'll have to coax your affection myself? So be it..." He leaned down and pressed his lips to her so tenderly, kissing and kissing and kissing her until she was reduced to a helpless heap of jello in his hands. He soaped her body, bathing her, exploring. Every touch was its own seduction. As if this was their first time all over again.

Kokoro felt tears prick her eyes. He's making it even harder for her! Damn him!

He dropped a kiss on her lips then lifted her. "Wrap your legs around me." With a forearm under her ass and an arm looped around her shoulders, he worked her on his cock. Gentle, but passionate, intense but considerate.

When they came, with their foreheads together as they shared breaths, Kokoro couldn't hold back any longer. Her shoulders began to shake as tears fell down her cheeks, indistinct from the rivulets of water from the shower. But he knew.

"Hush baby..." Mitsuru murmured in his soothing voice, kissing her wet cheeks. "It's only a few days, I'll be back before you know it..."

When did he become so much a part of her that she felt his absence so keenly? No, she got to be strong. She can do this.

-o-

She decided not to go out clubbing that Friday night. No matter how much her friend Miku begged, cajoled, or even blackmailed her, Kokoro didn't budge.

She had been in low spirits since Mitsuru left on a business trip. And though she may be able to distract herself for a few hours, Kokoro wasn't in the mood to party.

And so, she went home after work, picked up a couple of mail from the box and sorted them while she let herself into the penthouse. Mostly brochures from hotels, health spas, a few postcards from friends. Kokoro sighed as she dropped the pile on the coffee table with her handbag and keys. Mitsuru won't call until around ten or eleven.

Her bare feet made no sound against the plush carpet as she stepped into the huge bedroom with its massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The curtains were left open to let in natural light. The sun has almost set, casting everything it touches into molten gold, making the ocean's surface glitter as if filled with gold coins.

With a series of beeps, she set up her workout and heart monitor on the treadmill and began to warm up. Just a mile, only for relaxation purposes. Running always eases her mind, but often made her horny. Unfortunately for her, Mitsuru wasn't there to sate her sexual needs. She will have to relieve herself manually while taking her shower.

God, had it been only four days since he left? She's holding on somehow, immersed herself in work, organizing, overseeing all the preparations for the upcoming convention. But damn, the moment she's back home, her emotions would come crashing down as if all she did was hold them back behind a dam.

Three more days. Her only consolation at night was the thought that each day that passed brought his return closer.

The first thing Kokoro noticed as she stepped out of the bathroom was the absolute darkness. Even the curtains were drawn closed. Feeling a bit disoriented, Kokoro wondered if she'd blanked out and gone on auto-pilot. She could have sworn she left the lights on...

She had taken only a few steps away from the bathroom door and flipped the light switch on when she was suddenly yanked back against a hard, muscular body. Her mouth was covered by a gloved hand, and she felt the distinct edge of a knife pressed against her neck. Oh my god! Her eyes went wide from sheer panic. How did he get inside? Why didn't the alarms go off? Mitsuru!

Her captor was much bigger than her, easily dwarfed her small frame in his. Hard, muscular, and huge. What chance does she have against him with her bare hands? He could probably lift her off the floor with just one hand.

"Now sweetcakes, if you know what's good for you, you won't make a sound." Her captor rasped against her ear, making her shiver with fear. "Nod once if you understand."

Not wanting to incite the intruder into violence, Kokoro quickly obeyed.

"You know why I'm here. Obey and I'll leave you in one piece."

Kokoro raised a trembling arm and pointed at her dressing table where she kept her jewelry. "Over there," she said in a shaky voice. He didn't release her but instead dragged her towards it.

"No funny moves, you hear? Nice and slow, show me what you got." The burglar said silkily.

Because of the vanity mirror, she was able to catch a glimpse of her captor. He was wearing a black balaclava mask with the face of a white skull printed on it. He was dressed in all black, long-sleeved top and dark fatigue pants.

"Hurry up!" He snarled.

Kokoro pulled a drawer beneath the tabletop and took out her jewelry box. "These pieces of jewelry are worth a fortune. Please take them and let me go."

The burglar grabbed a few of the items from the box, took a glance then much to her shocked horror, threw the jewelry to the floor.

He yanked her hair, pulling hard to angle her face upward. "Do you want to get hurt? You think it's funny to con me with these fake shit?"

"They aren't fake!" Kokoro gasped, "I swear, those are Cartier diamonds and—"

"Shut up!" He yanked on her hair harder making her wince from the pain. "I need cash, not this pile of shit, or were you hoping to have me traced when I try to pawn off these items?"

"No! I swear! I just want my freedom. Please...I don't have any cash with me..."

"No cash eh?" Suddenly the voice of her captor shifted, turning more...menacing, darker, lower. Kokoro shivered when he brought his face close against her neck, inhaling through her skin.

"You smell so good..."

Her blood turned to ice. "No...no, please..."

"I can't steal jewelry that could get me traced and no cash...I can't just leave here without taking something for my trouble..."

Kokoro shrieked as he licked the side of her neck. "You want to live don't you?"

"Y-yes..." Kokoro almost sobbed. Mitsuru rescue me...please...please...

"Shhh..." Her captor murmured, his breath hot against her nape. Kokoro went completely still, the brush of his lips, the almost reverent way he breathed her name.

"Let me go please..." She begged, but he pressed the knife harder against her neck when she tried to pull free. "Please just take my jewelry...or we can drive out, I can withdraw some cash."

"And have you escape? Don't think so, little girl. I'm taking my pleasure from that lovely pussy instead."

"Please don't do this." Kokoro pleaded, fighting off the tears. She'd heard that crying would drive some people to do more harm than incite any compassion.

He chuckled, the sound sent shivers of dread down her spine. "I haven't done anything yet." Then without warning, he shoved his hand between the lapels of her robe. Kokoro screamed and tried to pull away as he groped her breasts.

"Stay still or I'll cut your fucking throat!" He roared.

"Please...please let me go..."

"When I'm having fun? No way..." He chuckled again, then pinched her nipple. Kokoro sucked in a startled sound. "Did you like that? You like having your nipples pinched? What a slut..."

Kokoro trembled then felt her whole world collapse when his hand moved lower, cupping her between the legs. "No!" She screamed then stomped her foot as hard as she could on his boot. The pain of the impact shot through her foot, but it was enough to catch him off guard and his arms loosened for a brief instant.

Kokoro grabbed the opportunity and bolted towards the bedroom door.

She didn't care if she got out of the penthouse butt naked, she just has to escape, to seek help—Dear god, he was fast! She sprinted even faster, the front door loomed closer, closer almost there—One second she was fleeing at full speed, the next she was flying. He'd lunged for her, snagging her around the waist. At the last instant, he twisted and absorbed the impact of the fall on his back.

"Please let me go!" She started to beat her fists against his chest. Lord, this man was built. She might as well be hitting a wall of stone. Kokoro winced as she realized she was only hurting her fists while he remained unaffected. "Get off me!"

"I was going to do this easy...but now you've only made me mad." he grated, his gaze on her lips. He looked frightening through the balaclava mask with only holes for his eyes and mouth...and yet he looked like he was struggling not to kiss her.

Kiss? What was happening here? Confusion began to drown out her panic. She had nothing to draw on as a reference for her current predicament—because she'd never been in a situation like this. A sexual situation she didn't control.

She was embroiled in dangerous circumstances with a dangerous stranger, but she felt no fear. She stupidly felt...anticipation. And Kokoro suspected the lack of control was fueling it.

Was danger turning her on? The tension between them seemed to shift; as smoothly as a well-oiled machine switching gears, her confusion morphed into hazy heat. She hadn't known she had this in her! Who am I?

"Please let me go..." When her gaze dropped, she saw the shadowy bulge in his pants. Despite his dark clothing, he couldn't disguise his erection straining to be freed.

At the sight of it, arousal muddled her thoughts like a fog rolling into her mind. She'd often heard the expression 'stupid with lust'. She was getting there. Her only explanation for her irrational behavior was the rush of adrenaline that still pumped in her veins.

"Release me please..." That feeling of connection surged within her, confusing her even more. Desire, need, and something more. And it frightened her. She thought only to feel those things for one man. Only for Mitsuru.

He didn't answer. All she could hear were their breaths.

In this position, he could unzip his fly and be inside her in a heartbeat's time, covering her on the floor. Like animals in the dirt.

Him. Inside her. Here.

The mere thought made her body vibrate with a need so strong, Kokoro suspected she might allow him to do anything he wanted to her. Had she been drugged? As her mind battled against the immorality and perversity of it all, her staggering level of arousal began to unnerve her even more with passing second. When did she become this depraved?

She shook her head hard as if to clear her thoughts. "You let me go now." She squirmed in his grip, digging her bare heels into the carpeted floor to propel herself back. Managed maybe a foot.

He looked at her like she was insane to defy him. So why wasn't she terrified of him? No, she was furious at him, because of the way her body reacted to him. She must be truly going mad...

With his free hand, he gripped her waist and yanked her back against him, forcing her thighs wider.

His gaze descended, his eyes going wide before narrowing intently.

Kokoro felt cold air pass between her legs and gasped in shock. Her robe had come open at the belted waist. Everything below was exposed. Her pale skin glowed in the dim light of the apartment, the blonde patch of hair a darker contrast.

She was too stunned to react, pinned by his gaze, she tried to see what color were they, but the light overhead only cast shadows on his face. His lids grew heavy, his nostrils flaring. His broad chest seemed to struggle for breath. She was naked from the waist down but had no way to cover herself. Kokoro struggled to free her wrists—until she saw that look of his.

Dark, hungry, primal. Dangerous. As before, Kokoro felt like his captured prey, his to enjoy.

Her fury dwindled away. When her body began to soften beneath his, he gave a sharp nod, as if she'd pleased him, and his free hand rested on her bare hip. Skin to skin. He groaned at the contact. Kokoro shivered from the electric heat of his rough palm. No! How could another man draw the same response from her? How could her body betray her like this?

"No more...please..." She pleaded, frightened not because she feared him, but because of how he's making her feel.

He ignored her, his hand moving from her hip until it reached her soft mound. He brushed the tip of his finger along the edge of the patch of blonde hair. It was so slow and unexpected, so tender, Kokoro couldn't bite back a moan.

He touched her as if with...reverence.

She no longer saw signs of that menacing glare; instead, he looked lost.

Like how she probably looked in that moment.

His cock pulsed in his pants, drawing her attention. At the sight of that long, heavy length, her pussy clenched for it. Enough! She can't take more of this madness!

"Please...release me." She breathed, then bit her lip as her hips rolled uncontrollably. "Don't do this..." Her voice broke. This stranger had somehow placed a spell on her, making her feel empty and desperate.

Still riveted to her exposed pussy, he grated words in a low hoarse voice, something about how he couldn't be expected to deny himself in the face of this. How no one should expect him to.

"I love my boyfriend...he's my life, so please..."

At the mention of the word boyfriend, the gleam returned to his eyes. "He's not here little girl, and so I'm going to fuck his girlfriend until she's thoroughly used and broken..."

Instead of fear, her traitorous body leaped in response.

He dragged her up from the floor and wrapped his hand around her hair, holding her close as they walked back towards the bedroom.

He bodily lifted her off the ground then casually threw her on the huge bed. "Don't struggle and this will be over quick. Fight me and I'll fuck you all night until you bleed."

With a small defeated sound, Kokoro went still, scrunching her eyes tightly closed as she tried to figure out what to do.

She flinched when the stranger yanked her ankles, pulling her until her legs dangled over the edge of the bed. The touch of his mouth on her pussy shocked her even more.

Even as her body moved of its own accord, begging, pleading for release, her mind screamed. No matter how much her body betrayed her, there can only be one man who owns her heart, her mind.

Mitsuru...save me...please...

Unable to bear the mere thought of another man giving her pleasure, of another man invading what should only be his, Kokoro fought back, tried to get away once more. He quickly tied her hands together with duct tape, rendering her helpless, unable to fight back.

"Beautiful." He bit the edge of the tape and tested her binding. "It's a shame only your boyfriend gets to enjoy this, he has to learn to share..."

"He'll hunt you down for this. Let me go while it's not too late." Kokoro said desperately.

But he only chuckled, utterly unconcerned. "Even if he does catch me...he'll never be able to undo the countless times I've fucked you..."

"The less you struggle...the quicker this will be over..." He quickly overpowered her struggling body, turning her until she lay on her stomach, with a low grunt he had her head pressed against the mattress. Kokoro heard the sound of a zipper as he unfastened his pants, a second later he was pressing the blunt, smooth head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy. She was dripping wet...

"No...please don't—!"

She called his name in such a heart-rending scream he froze. "Baby..." Not even when he'd taken her virginity had she cried out like that. The sheer pain of violation was almost palpable, it shook him to his very core.

He pulled from the tight grip of her flesh, and released her hair, brushing back the blonde locks from her face. Grief-stricken blue eyes lifted to meet his. The sight of her pain tore him apart. He shouldn't have agreed to do this, he should have just flat out declined it. "Kokoro—"

Her eyes widened, recognition patent in the blue depths. Despite the mask he wore, now that the light was brighter in the room, there was no mistaking the piercing green hues of his eyes.

She stopped fighting him, her body pliant now that she knew who he really was. Some of the tension left her body.

But before he could pull off his mask, her soft voice stopped him. "Please...don't do this...my body belongs only to my boyfriend."

Despite the sick feeling, he found himself getting turned on. Was it the sheer taboo of it all?

"Your pussy's too tight...boyfriend's been neglecting you huh? He hasn't been taking care of you as he should..." She cried out as he tried to enter her again, her body wasn't relaxed yet, still unprepared to receive him.

"I'm going to split this pussy open soon. You hear me, little girl? This brute is going to shove his huge cock up that pussy and fuck you until you're raw and aching..."

"No please...don't..." She said in a small voice, but her soft flesh became more slick, hotter around him, as if inviting his cock deeper.

"Not another sound or I'll gag you." He threatened silkily.

Kokoro bit her lip, but unable to stop the startled cry as he roughly turned her around until she was lying on her back.

"Keep your legs apart. Do it or I'll tie them to the bed."

The rough way he ate her out still shocked her, and when his teeth closed around her clit, her hips bucked off the mattress.

"Stop struggling or I'll hurt you." He rasped in that low voice.

The wet, sucking noises filled the room as he pulled on her pussy lips, tasting her, eating her with no finesse, no technique, just crude, rough licking, and tugging.

But just as she was about to come, he pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed.

"On your knees bitch." He commanded, wrapping her hair around his fist.

"Open wide, that's right open that fucking mouth." He ordered as he pulled her head down towards his engorged erection. He was still fully clothed, which made his jutting cock all the more obscene to the eyes.

"Don't even think to bite me or Imma gonna cut out that pretty pink tongue. You hear me, little girl? Behave or I'll cut you." He pressed the wicked looking combat knife with serrated edges, leaving pink markings on her cheek.

He pulled her down, framing her face with his large hands, and positioned her mouth over the broad head of his dick.

"Open." he said roughly. "Wider. Don't move. Don't do anything but stay in that position while I fuck your mouth as hard as I can."

Bent over as she was, hands duct taped in her front, he grasped her head, directing her movements, she had no choice but to follow his dictates.

He lowered her head once her lips parted and pushed in hard and deep, stopping at the back of her throat with a guttural groan that vibrated through his cock and into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, lifting it up and away from her face so he could have an unimpeded view of her sucking him off.

"Fucking beautiful." He grated in a hoarse voice.

She purred around his enormous erection and was rewarded by another inarticulate, strangled noise erupting from his throat. She smiled around his cock and relaxed so he could have complete, unhindered access to her throat and whatever he chose to do.

He swore violently, his hands and movements suddenly going still. Alarm made her pulse race. Did she hit him with her teeth?

As though sensing her sudden tension, he stroked a hand through her hair and tilted her chin upward enough that his cock slid most of the way out and she was able to see his expression.

"You're so good at this..." he growled. "Have to thank your boyfriend...now use your tongue bitch, lick me like you mean it."

"Fuck!" He almost howled as he threw his head back even as her tongue performed a delicate dance around the head of his cock.

"Going to fuck your throat now little girl, whether you're prepared or not..."

He gripped the back of her head and held her still. As soon as her lips relaxed, he shoved deep. Rough, hard, to the very back of her throat.

Her reflex was to gag but she forced herself to relax and let him use her as he wanted. She didn't want to fight him. She wanted this. Wanted him. All the shadows, the hard edges, the parts that no one else gets to see.

"Been sucking small dicks or you can't just take this cock all the way down? There you go...open up, let me fuck that throat..."

She didn't resist him as he pulled her head to meet his thrusts. He slid over her tongue, his taste filling her mouth. She made wet sucking sounds as he ground against her chin, sounds he seemed to enjoy.

His hold on her was ruthless and yet there was tenderness in his fingers. Or maybe she only imagined it. There was nothing gentle about his possession of her. He fucked her every bit as hard as he'd promised.

She breathed through her nose, and almost panicked when he lodged himself in the back of her throat and remained there for several long seconds, blocking her air passage. Then just as she was about to struggle to breathe, he eased back then slapped her cheek with his cock a couple of times.

"Don't fucking cry little girl. Just suck my cock."

Then he was back inside her mouth. Stroking. Thrusting. Fucking. All too soon he was angling her head further back and tilted her mouth upwards as he began to pump his cock with his fist.

"Turn around." He ordered her hoarsely, grabbing her hips as he guided her towards the edge of the bed. "Face down little girl, stomach flat on the bed."

She jumped a little when he caressed her soft folds. "Just do this and I'll let you go, okay? You will even like it."

He didn't give her any warning, no nothing. In an instant he yanked her back at the same time he pushed forward. He was buried deep in her pussy and she could only let out a hoarse cry at the shock of his invasion.

"Still too tight..." He groaned. She was small, and he wasn't a small man, but though he was the same he'd always been, somehow he felt enormous right now inside her, stretching her, forcing her to accommodate him.

"Shut up!" He spanked her ass when she began to whimper. "You're going to like this...a couple more strokes and you will love this." Damn, she was too tight he could only fit half of his cock inside.

He gripped her hips, holding her immobile and began driving into her, gradually sinking deeper.

"What's this?" He snarled, seeing the creamy coating at the tip of his cock as her soft flesh convulsed around him. "Did you just come? Did you just come on my dick?" He spanked her ass, harder this time, making Kokoro cry out, her soft flesh tightened even more around him. "Don't you dare come without my permission!"

It was impossible, not when the hard ridge of his cock scraped through that bundle of nerves again and again that triggered another orgasm.

"Stay down!" He barked, pressing her head harder against the pillow. "Don't look at me, don't fucking look at me!"

"Just need this pussy here...that's all I want. This little pink pussy here, that's right, keep your head down." He spanked her ass again. "Look at this bitch coming all over my dick. You liked that? You liked my cock fucking your little cunt? Better than your boyfriend's small dick?"

"Hurry up man! Can't wait to fuck that pink little pussy! I can smell it from here." Kokoro gasped when she heard another voice behind them.

She shuddered, eyes going wide in sheer panic. Who was that guy? Why is he even here?

"Keep your head down, don't look." He pressed her head harder against the pillow, the imprint of his hand a warning. "You want a piece of this pussy you wait for your fucking turn!" He snarled to whoever was behind them.

She was facing the windows, away from the door, she couldn't tell if there really was someone else. Would he really share her? How far was he going to go?

"Open up little girl or it will hurt if I have to force you." He said in a low silky voice. "I'm going deeper in a minute...just a few more strokes...whether you're ready or not, I'm taking this pussy."

She cried out as he shoved deeper. Her soft flesh clenched, pulsed around his cock, shocked anew at the size of him, the width. He never gave her time to adjust, or perhaps that wasn't possible. Maybe he wanted her small and tight, meant to stretch on every entry to squeeze him with every stroke.

"Fuck! Take it deep for me!" He growled, his grip on her hips became punishing.

Every time she thought he couldn't go any deeper, he'd plunge with more force, taking more, making her cry out in surprise.

"Brace yourself little girl...you're about to be fucked harder than ever before..." That was his only warning as his body covered hers, caging her against the bed.

He moved over her body, his hips pressing her down the mattress and trapped her beneath his weight. Kokoro gasped as she realized she couldn't move if she wanted to. This was bondage—without leather or chains. Just a man taking his pleasure.

He parted her thighs with his knees, and once she was positioned in the way he wanted, he started...to fuck.

He rammed his massive body between her thighs, using his grip on her shoulders for leverage. Pistoning his cock inside her from base to tip, he pounded her pussy without mercy, relentless, without pause.

He'd never taken her this way, never felt him this deep as if he were taking her virginity all over again. Her mind went blank, reduced to the very elemental, to her most primitive level.

"Mitsuru!" The last hard stroke, pushing past her body's natural resistance, then the incredible fullness sent her over the brink.

"Your boyfriend won't love you anymore little girl...after I'm done wrecking this pussy...you'd be too loose for his dick. I fucking own this pussy now." He bit her shoulder even as he rode her through her orgasm.

"You on birth control?...No?"

Kokoro whimpered. He chuckled, the sound downright menacing. "Guess I'll plant one before your boyfriend does, lucky me."

"No please...anything but that...please..."

"Too late bitch, I'm filling up this little pussy with my cum...and you're going to like it. You're going to beg me for more."

His voice, his dirty words, Kokoro could only writhe helplessly as she felt another orgasm coil tighter, numbing her mind...

His muscles quaked against her, and vaguely she realized how badly he needed to come.

"Going to fuck you until you scream!" He drew back his hips and gripped her around the waist. Then he widened his stance. He was readying to go all out.

Kokoro fidgeted, suddenly nervous. He looked like he was about to ravage her. And there was nothing she could do but take it, no matter how much it would hurt.

He yanked her back along his cock while his body rammed forward. He roared; Kokoro moaned from the impact.

His position, her position, like two animals fucking. But she felt no shame, no degradation even if she felt like a sexual plaything. She has made peace at the fact that she was a submissive, because the idea placed her right back on the brink.

"Your body needs to be fucked by mine. Taken. Broken. Used." He eased out to give her another teeth-clattering thrust. And another. Soon he was pounding her harder. His breaths were grunts; her soft cries scaled higher.

Kokoro screamed his name as she came again.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! Your sweet pussy!" He never slowed, relentless, tireless, his skin lathered with sweat. "You're clenching my cock!" He grew even thicker inside her. "Can't take this any longer!" Kokoro whimpered, his size was unbearable.

His damp hips slapped her ass harder and harder. Slap, slap, SLAP, SLAP! "Kokoro!" he yelled, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips. "Going to shoot my cum...so deep inside you!"

His deep, unceasing heavy thrusts forced a strangled moan from her lungs. She was delirious, babbling, sex-drugged, reduced to a mindless puddle of goo.

"Mine...fucking mine!" He bellowed with pleasure, neck corded and muscles bulging, as his semen flooded into her core. Ramping up his pace, he slammed into her repeatedly to empty the last of his cum.

With a groan, he collapsed atop her sweat-slicked body, his heaving breaths tickled her damp neck. Even as he recovered, he grazed tender kisses across her nape.

"Stay still. Don't move, don't look." He murmured as he covered her head with something.

Unable to see anything, her hands still bound with duct tape, Kokoro lay there obediently, his semen slowly seeped between her legs, wondering what the hell just happened. She felt the mattress spring back as he got off the bed, and without another word, he was gone.

She wasn't sure if she had dozed off, but the next thing she knew someone had pulled the thing that covered her eyes.

"Baby?"

It was her Mitsuru, no scary mask, no foul-mouthed fiend whose words could set rocks on fire. Just her own dark-haired, green-eyed man who would do anything for her, even fulfill her taboo fantasy he had been reluctant to do.

He cut the duct tape from her wrists, and carefully rubbed baby oil to peel it off painlessly.

"Are you alright?" He asked, then gave her a bottle of water to drink.

"When...when did you get back?" She asked as she accepted the bottle.

"Four hours ago." He said, then lifted her up in his arms.

The light in the bathroom was dim, the whirlpool tub was already bubbling. He carefully lowered her into the water and got in beside her.

They didn't speak much as he sat on the submerged bench and pulled her into his lap. Kokoro sighed as she leaned against his shoulder, his chin resting gently on top of her head.

"It felt too real." She whispered when she has finally processed her experience. "If I hadn't seen your eyes, I would have never recognized you...you even changed the timbre of your voice..."

"I don't think I can do that again, sweetheart. When you...when you screamed my name, it felt as if I have...killed you." Mitsuru's arms tightened around her at the memory.

"I won't say never...but not any time soon." Kokoro laughed softly, then rubbed his cheek. "Thank you for doing this for me...it must have been hard. All the planning..."

"I had to condition myself...I couldn't get an erection at first." He admitted in a hushed voice. "I left out a couple of things, like the slapping you wrote in your script. Just can't do it."

That didn't surprise her, Mitsuru wasn't raised to hurt his woman, but to take care of her. What he had to do went against every grain of his nature.

The real terror for her hadn't been the physical abuse, but the emotional betrayal she'd felt.

"It scared me when my body began to respond to you..." She admitted, "I couldn't believe I'd be able to feel something for someone who isn't you..."

"It bothered me that I was turned on by the way I got you pinned down, and when I saw your pussy glisten with arousal, I nearly lost it."

She kissed him, soft, tender...understanding what he meant. "Even though my body responded, my mind...my heart couldn't bear the thought of having another man in my body...that was why I screamed. That pain was real."

"Oh, baby..." Mitsuru groaned. "If we're doing this again...the moment I see real fear in your eyes, I'll stop. I don't want to put you through that again."

"I'll be alright...the orgasms afterward was...out of this world. I didn't think you could get any more deeper inside...but you did."

"I got...carried away." He murmured, rubbing his chin against her hair.

"Have you eaten?" She asked after a moment of cuddling. "I could cook you something, any request?"

"I just want to hold you like this for a while." Mitsuru breathed, smiling as she placed soft kisses against his chest. Only vanilla sex for the two of them, at least until they're sure they're both ready for more kinks. The experience had been the most intense for the two of them. No wonder it was one of the most common played out fantasy.

A/N: This marks my first foray into the dirtier side of smut. Still new at this, so let's see how far I'll go. hah!