Billion Dollar Man
Chapter One
One for the Money
One for the money…
"Are you ready?"
With his belt in my hands, I clapped it together, feeling him shudder to the sheer sound of its SNAP!
Two for the show…
This young man, despite being much older than I, lay beneath me with his hands and feet bounded to the bed. I sat there, straddled to his waist, watching him shiver as the cool air from the vents tickled his bare chest, erecting his (nonexistent) nipples.
I love you, Honey. I'm ready, I'm ready to go…
"Yes…" he quietly breathed and the corners of my lips lifted as I stared down at his face, leaning close to him. His eyes were covered with one of the black, opaque stockings I've left behind some other time ago, obscuring his sight and heightening his other senses, including touch as my fingers crawled up his toned abdomen.
How did you get that way? I don't know…
"Open your mouth," I whispered, gently blowing into his ear. He did as I requested and I hovered over his face, my cold fingers brushing up and down his torso, watching him tremble and open his lips, waiting to accept my gift. Holding him down by his shoulders, I leaned in close and let out my hot, juicy tongue, watching my saliva stream down into his mouth.
You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a billion dollar man…
My eyes narrowed as I leaned in just a bit closer, running my tongue along his fleshy lips. For just a moment or two, our lips locked in repeated kisses and there was nothing else but the sounds of our hot breaths mixing. I hesitated for a moment before untying my koshi himo, opening up my kimono, and leaning my weight on him, feeling the touch of my bare skin against his, my breasts against his chest. Such a sensual lover, this man… It's just such a shame that I'll have to kill him.
With my tongue working on the curve of his neck, I lifted up my arms and pulled at the hair ornaments holding my hair up. What Ichinomiya Eisuke did not know was that I had carried a weapon with me, concealed in my hair as a kogai, one of the many kanzashi that decorated my yoko-hyogo hairstyle. I pulled the hair ornament apart to reveal a very long and sharp knife, glinting within the moonlight that lit up his room. Tonight…was the night he was going to die.
The moments he decided to take me to bed, he had completely exposed himself. Not just literally. When he turned away from me to remove that lilac colored shirt of his, he left himself vulnerable for me to literally stab him in the back. Many, many times, I have had the chance to kill him. So often, when we retreated to his room (courtesy of a gentleman), he unknowingly risked his life just for fleeting moments of pleasure.
Do you really…want me that bad?
I sat up and leaned back, taking in a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I stared down upon his unsuspecting face. Perhaps he had thought I was simply taking a breather. Could he perhaps be expecting…the weapon in my hand? My eyes narrowed as I contemplated the heavy feeling in my heart. "Do you love me?" I asked without thinking. I sneered, not needing to know the answer. Because if, by some miracle, he said yes, it somehow feels as though it would make my task so much more difficult than it already is. Why did I wait so long to kill him when I have had many chances before now?
Please tell me you don't love me…
"If I didn't love you," he began, "do you think I would ever let you bind me down like this?"
Holding the blade up, pointed down at him, I paused, letting the words soaked in. The corners of my lips lifted into a bitter sneer and I could feel a warm tear slide down my cold face.
So why is my heart broke?
I licked my upper lip and a soft chuckle escaped. All of a sudden my eyes felt hot and my cheeks felt a trickling, warm sensation. It can't be…I'm crying…
"You shouldn't have said that," I informed, going in for the kill.
A few months ago…
"Remember, don't forget what Papa told you."
"Yes, Papa."
Alone in the elevator with my father, I nodded, keeping my eyes locked on the door. Standing as still as I could, as the elevator moved, I could feel his cold fingers brushing up my bare back to where I had clasped my dress together at my neck. I did nothing. I said nothing else at all. I remained still and stoic, numb to the sensation, numb to the shudder my muscles couldn't deny. Nothing I can say or do can ever stop him, for he is my father.
Ding!
I suppressed a breath of relief as soon as the elevator doors opened and linked my arm with that of my father's as we stepped out of the elevator, met with the sound of excited chatter and lovely music.
As my father and I strolled the hall, being constantly greeted by the other guests and introduced to unfamiliar faces and reconnecting with old ones, I could hear the gossip buzzing around me.
"Counselor Mizushima brought his daughter with him tonight. What a rare sight."
"The rumors are true, she really is beautiful."
"If my daughter was that attractive, I'd probably hide her too."
"I heard she's a natural beauty."
"No way! I'd have to get my face carved and eyes cut to look like her!"
"But why would Counselor Mizushima bring his daughter out with him here?"
While my father, a member of the House of Counsel, discussed trivial subjects with other guests and the gossip began to quiet down, a cough interrupted us. "Ahem." My old aged father turned his head, raising a brow up in order to see the rude specimen that interrupted him only to break out an excited smile. "Counselor, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight," said the young man, though much older than I, with a kind smile. "And could this be the beautiful daughter I've been hearing so much about?" I looked up at him with a dignified expression as his eyes narrowed kindly at me.
"Ichinomiya-san, the pleasure's all mine." I smiled kindly as my father linked his arm with mine and introduced me to Mr. Ichinomiya. "This is my prized jewel, my daughter, Fumino. Fumino, this is one of Ichinomiya Eisuke, the owner of this hotel and host of this party. Introduce yourself."
"My name is Mizushima Fumino. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Mr. Ichinomiya." I smiled and unlinked my arm with my father and bowed respectively.
"The pleasure is all mine." As I stood back up and looked up at him, he grabbed my hand a placed a kiss upon the back of my fingers. Keeping eye contact with me, he asked my father, "Counselor, I hope you won't mind, but I would like to properly get to know your daughter a little more."
"Oh ho!" My father's eyes widened in excitement before smiling over at me as I only looked down with a knowing smile. "You hear that, my little bird. I hope that you'll take proper care of her tonight, Mr. Ichinomiya. Although, I thought we were going to be discussing business tonight."
"Forgive me, Counselor," Mr. Ichinomiya stated as he held out his arm for me to take, "But I was hoping for tonight to be a party, not a gathering for business."
"Ah, I see then," My father nodded, linking my arm with Mr. Ichinomiya's. "Then I hope you'll take good care of my daughter and show her around." He looked passed us and excused himself. "I'm sorry, I see someone I need to consult very quickly for a moment. Excuse me." My father bowed his head and left the two of us alone.
"Could it be, tonight's you're first night at one of my I.V.C. parties?" Mr. Ichinomiya asked with an interested smile, pulling me alone with him, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking around with a tray, offering it to me.
With a gracious smile, I accepted it and took a small sip. "You could say that." I quietly followed him along with nothing more to say.
"I'm assuming you are a woman with very little words." As we walked together, drinking together, no one dared to approach. Not even the other women who glared at me with jealousy.
A small giggle bubbled out of my lips and I stared at him seriously, "Do you know what it means to assume?" I gently placed a palm on his chest and fixed his shirt and blazer for him. "By assuming, one usually makes an ass of himself, do you not think? And by making an ass of yourself, do you intend to make an ass of the entire Ichinomiya group as well?"
There was no longer an amused smile on his lips, instead, his eyes narrowed down at me in confusion and disbelief.
"Maybe, it could be, I just don't like talking to you."
"Could it be, you're assuming?" He smiled, but I could see his eyes glaring down at me.
My lips spread themselves into a grin and I laugh melodiously, "Perhaps I'll let your assume the answer."
I turned away from him and walked away, swaying this way and that, feeling his eyes on my back. "Wait a moment." I sighed and stopped in my tracks, anticipating those words. It was just as Father said. Mr. Ichinomiya needed something from my father and wouldn't miss a chance to use me to get to him. I'm going to make him grovel at his knees if he plans to use me in his schemes. I turned around to look at him, crossing my arms as a smirk played upon my lips. Just what could he be trying now? He stepped closer to me and took my arm, staring down at me. "I'm hoping you can accompany me somewhere. It would be nice to have a beautiful woman by my side where I'm going."
"Tell me, Mr. Ichinomiya. Where you're taking me, is it safe?"
I watched the forced smile on his face, "Why don't you call me Eisuke?"
"Three million from #69, going once! Going twice! Sold to #69 for three million dollars!" Up from the box seat where Eisuke and I sat with masks on our faces, we watched an underground black market auction. The host, the Mad Hatter. The manager, or one of them at least, was sitting right next to me. Mr. Ichinomiya Eisuke.
"You have an underground auction going on right underneath your hotel and nobody except everyone here knows about it." A smile broke out on my lips. "How interesting…"
"I'm glad you find it amusing."
"Are you assuming once more?" I asked and when I turned to look at the expression on his face, I laughed.
As the item up for bid was being rolled off stage, another was put up and the bidding went on again.
"I find it interesting, but all of these items seem so unbelievably disinteresting." I yawned and looked away with boredom. "You must be bored if you have to put up such a display."
"If you see anything you like, let me know and I'll win it for you."
I looked over at Mr. Ichinomiya and narrowed my eyes, smiling in disbelief. "You're joking?"
He reached a hand over and traced his finger over the back of mine in a circular motion. "I'm not." His eyes were serious. This man…was trying to use his money to impress me… But why would he do that when I'm also made of money. Is this the world he grew up in? A world where you can win any woman over if you have mountains of cash hidden somewhere? Did he forget, I'm no low class woman.
"Buy me that." I turned my head towards the stage where an item was displayed. A jeweled crown appeared on the screen as excited chatter and moans of awe filled the room.
"One million dollars going to seat number 3, I have two million going to seat 74!" called the Auctioneer. "$3 million going to seat number 3! Going once! Going twice!" And all of a sudden, the room filled with murmuring confusion. "Twenty million dollars going to seat 100! Going once!" called the Auctioneer, pausing for effect. "Going twice!" There was silence among the audience. "Sold! Seat 100, congratulations! You have won the Smile of Venus!"
"Twenty million dollars?" I asked, baffled by such a display.
"Hmph." The smirk on his face said it all. "What of it?" he asked.
Staring over at him, my eyes narrowed as an amused smile graced my lips.
It wasn't long after he won the bid that there was a knock on the door. This man was notorious for wanting things done quickly and efficiently. A young steward came into presenting the jeweled crown placed upon a white, satin cushion cased within glass. I looked back to the crown before turning my eyes towards Mr. Ichinomiya as he simply pointed over to me. The steward bowed his head before holding out the case towards me and my eyes narrowed over at Mr. Ichinomiya in suspicion. "You would spend twenty million dollars on such a trivial artifact for me?" I asked.
His eyes also narrowed over at me, but not harshly, though, perhaps, he was trying hard not to glare at me. Would he even dare to do so? "Is it not suitable to your liking?" he asked and I puffed.
My lips spread themselves into a grin as I giggled, "A man doesn't do something like this in particular for nothing, no? Just what exactly are you hoping from me?" I cocked my head over to the side, ignoring the steward and the Smile of Venus. Tell me the truth.
"Perhaps," he began, grabbing a hold of my small hand with his large one, "simply the pleasure of your company." The instant those words fled from his lips, my wry smile dropped. He lifted my hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the back of my fingers with those vulgar lips of his. How dare he?
The corners of my lips lifted upwards as I leaned towards him, motioning with my fingers for him to come closer to me. I watched as he curiously leaned over towards me too and I whispered harshly into his ear, "You disgust me."
He turned his head to face me and we were so close, our noses almost touched, slightly brushing up against one another. Just another small inch and we'd be kissing. I could feel his warm breath on my cold, red lips. "What exactly can I do in order to appeal to you instead then?" He moved in for a kiss, but unfortunately for him, I already pulled back, anticipating his move. My eyes narrowed at him and I smirked but gave him the most honest answer I could have possibly given.
"Give me you, yourself, whole heartedly," I brushed the back of my fingers against my cheek, "And show me you really want me."
(A/N: This is your warning. Children, under the age of 18, please do not read the sin below. Although,you'reprobablygonnadoitanywaysbecausethere'sareasonyou'reprobablyreadingMsectionfanfics…)
"Haaaah, ah!"
"Don't hold back," I shuddered and twitched as he whispered harshly in my ear, "Let me hear more of your sweet voice."
We left the auction early and as soon as we were alone within the penthouse elevator, he attacked me with his rough kisses and fast hands, feeling me everywhere. His hands brushed across my back and over the curves of my ass, down my legs and then up the slit of my dress. His lips worked themselves on my bare shoulders as I shivered to the sensation of his hot tongue running back and forth continuously.
"Mnuh…" I tried my hardest to hold back throaty moans of pleasure as he pushed me against the wall, sighing out in pleasure when he pushed up my arm against the wall and kissed my armpit, tickling me before running his tongue upwards to the inner part of my elbow. My legs were trembling; just a moment longer and they might give out. His hands went around the back of my neck, unlacing my lace-back halter.
Ding!
"Welcome ba— Oh."
The both of us entered the penthouse lounge and I simply stared down the four men with my dark eyes, licking my upper lip as I passed them by with Eisuke following close behind me with hands holding me. The top of my dress fell off my chest and I pushed the dress off, making my way upstairs with Eisuke in nothing but my corset and panties. The four men only stared, dumbfounded before looking away in embarrassment and silence.
Alone in his room, he pushed me up against a window with my arms propped out in front of me as he touched me and licked me from behind, feeling me with his hands before his long fingers slipped into my lacey black panties. I could feel his cold hands massage my pussy, gently playing with me before slipping inside my wet lips. "You're so wet," he stated the obvious as I let out a soft, juicy whimper, feeling his forefinger pressing down and twirling around my clitoris. My mouth was watering so much, I'm almost drooling. I could hardly concentrate on unlacing my corset, tangling my fingers within the lacing just to get it off and expose myself to him.
I breathed in and out gingerly, gritting my teeth, closing my legs in order to suppress the pleasure that threatened to destroy all logic and will within me. I cannot forget what I came here to do. "I told you not to hold back," he pulled his long fingers out slowly and quickly thrust them back in, making me gasp and whimper. "I want to hear your sweet cries," he whispered.
His lips caressed my neck and tongue glided up my spine. I took shallow breaths to calm myself down, occasionally releasing breathless whimpers and throaty moans, grinding my ass against his hard cock, hiding in his trousers. I could hear his soft groans and harsh breaths in my left ear. I'm ready to get fucked hard. I stared out the window at all the lights within the area and it was then that I noticed him. My father, from another floor from another section of the hotel, was standing at a window, watching us from below. I saw him smirk before turning away and disappearing.
I frowned, reaching down to pull his hand out of my underwear, shuddering as I turned to look at him. "Don't touch me," I said, but more than anything, I wanted him to touch me. For just this once, let it be someone else who touches me. Maybe then I won't feel so disgusting. Without his hand in my pussy, my lips felt so cold and lonely. "Get on the bed." I placed my palms against his chest, pushing off his blazer as I pushed him towards the bed. Quickly, I pulled his shirt open, tearing off the buttons before pushing it off his shoulders.
This man is rich, I'm sure he has more of the same shirt in the same color somewhere.
Pushing him onto the bed, I straddled him and my lips met with his as I held onto him and his warm body against my cold one, feeling me cold nipples brushing against his warm chest. My nose was cold as his was warm. Even his hands, as they glided across my back, were warm. All I really wanted, right now, was for him to touch me more. Touch me more. Touch me more!
"Don't!" I sat up, taking a breather as I laid my palms against his bare chest. I licked my lips, still tasting his saliva on them as I closed my eyes, telling myself to calm down and think properly. I came up here for one reason only. Whether I die or not, I need to do this. "Don't…" I breathed in and out desperately before looking at him with weak eyes. "Don't stop touching me…" I pleaded, swallowing excess saliva.
He stared at me as well, keeping his eyes locked with mine as he caught his breath too. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" he asked? I grinded my pussy against his hardening bulge slowly, but roughly, in response, shuddering as I imagined what he would feel like inside me, and he swiftly sat up and pushed me onto my back. He leaned close to me and whispered, "Remember those words closely." I stared at his eyes weakly and he gave me a soft peck before devouring my lips, moaning into my mouth with that coarse voice of his. His tongue ran down my neck with occasional kisses and down to my chest where he grasped them with his big hands. His hot, wet tongue moistened my nipples before sucking on them, making sing out in pleasure, a reaction that caused his hips to buck against my pelvis. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Shut up and fuck me," I breathed, narrowing my eyes at him as he smirked, unbuckling my girdle. He lifted up one of my legs and bit on my big toe before pulling off my black stocking with his teeth. That lewd tongue of his flicked beneath my toes, tickling me before sucking on them with those hot lips of his. His tongue made its way up my leg as he grasp my thighs with his hands, kissing me here and there, licking me and massaging me. For a moment, he stared at my crotch before blowing against it with his breath. His long fingers pushed aside my panties and he kissed my lips before licking them. His tongue entered inside me and I breathed out a quiet moan, tightly grasping at the sheets with my fingers. I could feel his warm tongue wiggling and swirling around inside me as I bit my lip, trying hard not to lose control. His rough hands held down my thighs so I wouldn't lift my hips. I let out a disappointed sigh of unbelievable relief, but he stopped, leaving me yearning for more. Just hurry up and make me cum already!
He hovered over me and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my lip, smirking at the frustrated look on my face. "Irritated?" he asked. "Annoyed?" he breathily whispered into my ear, flicking that vulgar tongue of his against my lobe. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, tickling the inside of my right ear before blowing into it. "Can you say it? 'I want your thick, long cock in my pussy'."
I stared at him, taking heavy breaths as I calmed myself down. Licking my dry lips, I gave him the most no nonsense face ever. "Why, Mr. Ichinomiya," I began, "I didn't know you have pussy." His eyes narrowed infuriatingly as a bitter smirk played on my lips. "I'm done with you. If you're going to make me beg, well…" I ignored him with my eyes and looked downwards, running my tongue against my own fingers and reached for my crotch. "I may as well finish the job myself and leave."
Just as my fingers began to slip into my thin panties, he tightly grabbed my wrist with his hand. With his other hand, he grabbed my face and forced me to look upon the not so frightening glare in his eyes before forcing a violent kiss on me, leaving me hardly any room to breathe. "Let me show you just how much I really want you!" Roughly, he grabbed my legs and pulled me over to him before unbuckling and unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly, pulling out such an ugly and massive snake, already standing up and erect. "Impressed?" he asked as leaned right over me and thrust himself in roughly, making me cry out from such force as he moaned and breathed. "Can you feel me?" he asked, thrusting himself in and out of my pussy with such strength and speed as I moaned and whimpered and trembled against him, unable to get a word out of my lips or even swallow the buildup of excess saliva in my mouth. "Even though you're wet enough to the point where I can enter you easily, you're so fucking tight!" He captured my lips in his, sucking out my extra saliva for me and ravished me with his hot tongue as he roughly fucked me continuously. His fingers laced with mines as my hips moved with his, trying to feel him as deeply as I could from within. His humps were quick and fast, leaving me barely a moment to catch my breath as I screamed and cried, moaning in ecstasy, unable to answer his question with articulate words. "More, more!" he called, leaning close to me, watching the lewd expression on my face with a satisfied smirk on his. "Let me hear more of that sweet voice of yours." Narrowing my eyes at him, in response, I turned my face away and gritted my teeth before shutting my mouth.
Break me, please.
He thrust himself inside before pulling himself out, resting his glistening cock, wet from my juices, on the opening of my crotch. "I want you to want me too." I shivered as his fingers brushed against my side, tickling me. He reached up to my face and brushed away some of my stray strands of hair, just to have a better view. "Not going to give me the pleasure of your lewd voice? Not going to give me the satisfaction of telling me what you want?" He leaned in close and breathed against my ear. "I want you to tell me you want me too." I bit my lip, staring at him like a desperate, spoiled brat. I don't want him at all. All I want is that big, thick cock, stirring up my insides. His warm hand brushed up my cold abdomen, cupping my breast within it. "Don't make me force it out of you," he cooed before pinching my nipple between his fingers and twisting it, making me cry out from the painful pleasure. "I'm itching to fuck you senseless too, but I want you to want me too." He placed a soft kiss upon my long tresses of dark hair. "Say it…" He kissed the nape of my neck. "Say you want me too." The tip of his tongue traced up and down the curve of my neck, becoming colder and colder the longer left it out of his mouth. Only his warm breath tickled me. "Let me hear that sweet voice of yours crying for me." His fingers tightened and twisted my nipple again, making me scream and cry from the searing sensation.
"I-I-I…." My voice was quiet and shaky, my throat is so dry. "I want you to," I managed to breathed out.
"I can't hear you," he smirked, tickling the inner part of my thighs with his fingers. "Louder."
"I….want you to, please?" I kept my eyes shut, trying to keep myself from exploding.
"What's my name?" he asked.
"Mr. Ichinomiya," I answered.
I whimpered as his fingers tickled and entered my pussy, making a squelching noise he gently fingered me and an annoyingly slow speed.
"What's my name?" he repeated and I bit my lip, softly moaning out, trying to move my hips against his fingers. He noticed this and pulled his fingers out, leaving me cold and empty and shivering before he stuck those fingers in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices. "Don't play coy and tell me the name you know I want to hear."
My tongue swirled around his fingers, cleaning them up and sucking on them, swallowing down my own juices. And even with his fingers in my mouth, I mumbled out my answer to the best of my ability. "E-Eisuke…"
His eyes narrowed and he smirked, "And just was do you want from Eisuke?"
"I-I want.." I bit my lip, trying not to glare at him no matter how frustrated I was with him. "I want to get fucked hard by Eisuke's thick, long cock…"
"What?" he asked, leaning in close, "I didn't quite catch that."
Frustrated, I narrowed my eyes at him and chomped down on his fingers, making him wince and glare at me. "I want Ichinomiya Eisuke's big, fucking cock to cum inside me!" I declared.
As I heaved in frustration, Ichinomiya Eisuke stared at me in surprise before an amuse glint got caught in his eyes. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up as he laid on his back, switching positions with me. "Heh," he smirked up at me, crossing his arms beneath his head. "Then show me just how bad you want it."
This bastard, making me mount his cock myself… I breathed in slowly, slipping his dick inside my moist vaginal walls, softly moaning as I sat down on him. Slowly, I grinded my pelvis against him before building moment and speed, occasionally rotating my hips in a circular motion just to feel more than the same sensation over and over again as I listened to the squishy noises our private areas made. Sitting on him, myself, definitely helped to feel him so much more deeper. It hurts so much but just feels so good. His hands groped and massaged my butt cheeks, occasionally spreading them open as I crossed one arm in front of me, supporting myself on his abdomen, and the other crossed in front as well, but so I can cover my lips with my curled up fingers. His rough hands grabbed my arms and laced with my fingers as I rode on top of him, crying out, feeling him so much deeper than I did when I supported myself with an arm.
"Don't cover those pretty, round breasts of yours," he said with a shaky breath, "I want to see them bounce as you shake those perverted hips of yours." I licked my lips and moistened my mouth, breathing in rhythmically until I felt him thrust himself upwards, making me cry and shudder. "Let me hear you scream and cry," he said, watching me with his eyes as I bounced on top of him, unable to hide the painful pleasure on my face, "Let me hear you call my name."
"E-Eisuke…."
"What was that?"
"E-Eisuke!"
"I can't hear you because of all this perverted noise we're making."
"EISUKE! EISUKE! EISUKE! AAHH! YOUR FUCKING COCK IS SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDE ME! I'M LOSING MY MIND! FUCK! FUCK! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! HARDER! HARDER! INSIDE ME! MORE! MORE! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! AHN! AHN! AHN! AHN! IYAAA! SO FUCKING GOOD! EISUKE'S THING…! EISUKE'S COCK!"
Sometime, in the middle of fucking…
"Iyaah…" Ota sighed, looking up at the stair case before walking away. "They forgot to close the door…" And with that, all four of the remaining auction managers either retreated to their rooms or left the penthouse.
"I-I can't take this anymore!" I confessed, continuing to grind my pussy with his cock. "I can't take it. My pussy's throbbing, I'm cumming…!"
"M-me too," he seethed through his teeth. "Together?"
"N-no! Me first!"
"Fuck, together!"
I moaned and whimpered, calling out repetitively, "Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming!" I heaved heavy breaths in and out as I tried to ride him harder and harder, watching his scrunched up face before crying out in ecstasy as he grunted, thrusting himself upwards a few more times as we twitched together, holding onto one another's hands. Lost within a little death, I breathed in and relaxed, feeling my release and his as well, flowing inside me. I don't know why I did it, but even against his thrusts, I continued to grind against him, just a little, swallowing up as much of his sticky, white milk inside my vagina before unlacing my hands with his, covering my face. I bit my lip and let out a small whimper before sobbing into my hands and laughing.
I'm so disgusting. Me. This piece of filth.
It's just sooo funny!
But it hurts… I'm laughing so much, but I can't stop crying…
"More…" I pleaded, trying re-erect his limp dick by grinding against him again. "Please, fuck me more…"
I just couldn't. I simply couldn't.
I'm already disgusting enough as it is.
To have another man, other than my father inside me, how much filthier can I get.
As I attempted to make him hard again, sobbing above him, he only stared up at me in silence before holding my hips in place. "Stop," he said. Sniffling, I stared down at him with tears running down my face. He pushed himself upwards and sat up, pushing away the hair that covered my face.
Gently, as I sat there on top of him, he kissed away the tears. His fingers softly caressed my bare back as he continued to place tender kisses along my neck and chest, making me breathed in and out cautiously as we continued to have sex, again, but this time much more slow and gentle. A kind of sex I have never experienced before. One where I wasn't rushing to finish or rushing to feel because I felt him every so softly and gently and slowly touching me, kissing me, feeling me, penetrating me. I felt him so much more now than before.
I just never knew...that at some point in my life, that he would be the one to make me want to die the most.
…you said I was the most exotic flower…
Author's Note:
Iyaah...the summary thing doesn't give me enough characters... Boo hoo...
"One for the money, two for the show."
At Tres Spade Hotel and Casino Resort, Japan's first legal casino and hotel, a scandal is brewing over, covering over the crimes and corruptions from within with it's hot steam.
What?! A picture is worth a thousand words and in this scandal, there are many!
Ichinomiya Eisuke, owner of Tres Spade Hotel and Casino Resort, has been caught in many photos:
Taking a certain woman out to dinner, strolling with her (arms hooked together), visiting her private living quarters alone, and sharing a kiss under the romantic moonlight!
How scandalous!
But just what exactly is the true meaning of this seemingly perfect relationship?
Extra Author's Notes:
Good evening, Aeirwen here with my…I suppose this is my first original fanfic for Kissed by the Baddest Bidder? Since the first one, Catch Me Before I Fall, is based off of the mobile game.
I always prefer doing a disclaimer at the end because, you know, I kind of feel like disclaimers at the beginning are kind of annoying and/or kind of destroys the mood. But it really depends on the disclaimer though.
Alright, back to business. I would like to state that the following characters, may they all actually appear in this fanfiction series or not, do not belong to me: Ichinomiya Eisuke, Oh Soryu, Baba Mitsunari, Ota Kisaki (?, or is it Kisaki Ota, well now you know which route I haven't played yet), Kishi Mamoru, Mr. Bucci, his daughter (I'll replay Eisuke's route if I need to), every other single character that's actually in the game do not belong to me. Obviously. This fanfiction series is nonprofit. I have no merit for writing this and sharing it other than the pleasure of writing and sharing itself.
The main inspiration for this fanfiction series, besides me suddenly waking up from a dream with this idea in my head, is the song, "Million Dollar Man" by Lana Del Rey. But as you can see, at the beginning of this chapter, I changed "million" to "billion" because that's probably just the kind of man Ichinomiya Eisuke is.
Unlike Catch Me Before I Fall, obviously, I am not going to be using any main components from the main story in this story. Unless, that is, I decide to add in Mr. Bucci and his daughter, but that's it, really. And the story will actually be entirely different, note super huge spoiler in the beginning.
Honestly, it might be quite vanilla to you, but I never thought I could write such a….such a….SUCH A LONG AND SINFUL SCENE! TEARS! Obviously…I've been listening to too man R18 drama cds featuring Kishio Daisuke and Hirarin. (I love Hirarin. Hirarin as Hakuoh! Kyaaa!) But as for Eisuke's set VA, Sakurai Takahiro, for some reason I just can't seem to find the fit… For Glenn Casiraghi, sure, but Eisuke…I was hoping for a more manly voice like Nomiya Kazunori or Majima Junji or Maeda Takeshi because Sakurai Takahiro feels too little boyish for me to think of Eisuke, hahaha. I wouldn't suggest my beloved Hirarin because while he can sound so cool and manly, I think his voice is too goofy for Eisuke.
Iyaah…after that super long scene, I actually don't know if I can do another for this series… It requires me to actually be…horny (anonmyperiod)…to have the itch and motivation. Otherwise, no, I'm sure it's quite obviously I am highly inexperienced in something as sinful as this.
Iyaah…how should I explain this. I am not an Ichinomiya Eisuke fan. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! LET ME EXPLAIN FIRST! Am I going to kill Ichinomiya Eisuke in this fanfiction series. I actually really don't know yet. As you have read, I'm sure you (or I hope) that you felt Fumino's hesitation and her sadness when she contemplated stabbing Eisuke with her knife. And even in the end here, while there's no such thing as love yet, I made Fumino have some sort of feelings for Eisuke. A sort of need. I actually don't know how to explain it because while I do actually plan out my fanfics, I'm usually just winging it on the digital typewriter, a.k.a. laptop. Hahahaha! Guess what, I didn't intend to write out that super long sex scene and I certainly did not intend to let Eisuke do the humpty dumpty with Fumino at first either. But as I rewrote and began to expand on the new idea (actual humpty dumpty), I noticed something in sex (which is actually something I have never actually had before because I myself believe it's something I can't easily do with a stranger or someone I know who I'm not emotionally intimate with, but that doesn't go for my characters). There's, for certain characters, often a desperation in sex. The need to feel good, the need to find release, the need to have companionship, the need to escape something, even if just a moment. That's what I decided to grant Fumino because I have always intended for her and her father to have a taboo relationship from the start. I don't know why. Like Kozue, from my Catch Me Before I Fall series that I need to update, I want to see dynamic mc's. I am honestly so sick and tired of the good girl mc who always needs someone to help her or is too dumb to do something or simply the goody two shoes. It doesn't mean that I hate them and won't play the games anymore because I like playing visual novels. I really do. But I want to see more than one type of mc. I want to see a flirtatious mc. I want to see a dangerous mc. I want to see an intelligent mc. I want to see a mature mc. I want to see a strong mc. I want to see flawed mc who is constantly striving to fix herself without the help of a man. Of course, Voltage does depict some of those (my) ideals, but not very much or not apparent enough. I love Her Love in the Force mc, she's my favorite so far, but she seems so little girly (which she actually is, I think) and so clumsy and naive but strong at the same time. But often times, she always needs her instructor's help. Like she got number one on a fluke? Well, fuck, she knows it was a fluke too but she better try her hardest not to look like a fool and actually don't because she's taking her work seriously.
Iyaah…I got side tracked. I'm just gonna shut up here and close this. Oh! Now I remember what I was getting at. I am not a fan of Eisuke. Honestly, the things he do, I don't approve of, no matter his good reasoning. Like tearing up mc's shirt or dress or something just to look for a scar. Lol, that's a little over the top for me. I would have been like, "Hey, can I ask, do you possibly have a scar on your chest?" And there are a lot of things I feel I would have done better if I was Eisuke (with all that money and power of course). But to be honest, while I do not like Eisuke, I…sympathize with him. Somehow, sometimes I see myself in him (not the whole ripping clothes up part though) and find a lot of similarities between me and him. But that's only because I sympathize with him not that I like him or anything (baka, lol, okay, no…). There's something about him that makes me not a fan, but I'm not exactly gonna hate on him either. Though I do really hate him, but I kind of like him at the same time. It doesn't make sense.
I, as a woman, would never let him control me like that though, which is why I kind of made Fumino…the way she is towards him…and most other men coming in soon.
I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and look forward to the next. (Unless you're just here for sex 'cause you're horny, please endure until I'm ready to write up another.)
