STANDARD DISCLAIMER APPLY: I ABSOLUTELY DON'T own any of the characters from Rurouni Kenshin. And I DON'T make money out of this. This is for entertainment purposes only.

this is a long one...as always.

Chapter one - "Restless Whispers"

I am a fool, indeed. I strongly admit that I'm always at his mercy when it comes to….shall I call it LUST? Here I am beside him, my back leaning against the hard wood of this motel's bed head board, listening quietly to his even breaths, naked again under these bed sheets. This need of mine always thirsts for intimate pleasuring which I can only find to this man. I sounded like a bitch – everyone's bitch - but I assure you I am not. I am HIS whore….nothing more than that I presume. It is only to him that I have given my whole self, and no one else. It was only to him that I've given my priceless gift of virginity which I should give to my future behalf. But that obviously didn't happen because of this certain weakness I have for him. When it comes to him…..I am very much lost….and then the hell comes after.

I knew from the start that he has a reputation of a womanizer – a notorious rake - and yet I risked myself, my whole self, into this dilemma. How could I be so dumb when it comes to him? I know by heart that he promised me nothing but pure, heavenly pleasures out of lovemaking but I still walked-in to his bottomless pit. In matters of sex, that he did it with all expertise! Though I'm a bit ashamed, I can't argue myself with that. The man is somehow built for rutting and pleasuring women's carnal needs. He had done it several times, to every beautiful, willful woman in his hometown, school, and even in his own monstrous, infamous architectural design firm. Places where his cock….I mean his feet take him, none escaped from his devastating, devilish handsome looks….including my interest.

I remembered the first time I stepped in the firm's main gallery, a tall handsome man, blessed with ebony lustrous hair and eyes colored as deep blue sea walked passed beside me with a beautiful, sexy woman dressed in black lacy blouse and red mini-skirt, embracing him without shame despite the scorching public's eyes condemnation. Everybody in the lobby obviously had certain hatred with the 'happy' couple yet they were somehow too discreet to show their full detest. It was just after I had been interviewed and passed from their standards that I gotten to know the man's real identity. He owns the whole firm – one of the most influential and well-known architectural design firms in Japan nowadays. It is named after his family's name – Shinomori and Associates, International. Hearing it from my supervisor's mouth, my goodness, I should somehow practice myself to be courteous the next time I meet him – if ever that chance comes. And it did. The day had come for me to meet the notorious rake of the company due to his inspection of the new hired ones they will be placing in the design department. He only checked us ladies, not the men. I knew at that moment, he was aiming for his newest victim.

Armed with gorgeous, roguish smile that can tame a thousand spitfires like me, he stopped in front of us while we, five ladies, exert some confidence and pride of being accepted in his company. But in my case, it's not that much. Having this opportunity of meeting the chairman of all, damn, the rest of the ladies giggled silently for never did they think that he was as this handsome and well-built, more to the calling of an Adonis. I'm proud for that matter that I'm NOT a drooling, love struck high school kid anymore when it comes to that kind of opposite sex attraction. Geez….those ladies should have grown up.

We were arranged in a straight line, according to height, facing him all at once. He wore black business suit that donned him well with respect. Even he had those clothes on, I could still sense the man's empowering sexual appeal. I disgusted the idea for being a sucker to such rakes. That was back then and I am instilling myself to get back at that same laws.

He was with his two trusted assistants namely Shirojou and Kurojou Ono. Yes, they are indeed brothers. Shirojou handles all of the chairman's affairs, whether it has something to do with the office business, friends, family or his 'other' affairs. He is quite handsome in his own looks, but he's nothing compared to the devil in front of him, in front of us. He's kind and gentle yet also a rake in a sly mode. Kurojou has his hands on security measure. He is exactly the opposite of his brother in terms of intimate relationship with women. He had a big heart to accommodate everyone yet fierce when felt betrayed. I liked him better because I often times see myself to him. By the way, he supervises their chairman's security team, a typical arrangement at the rich ones who value their lives above the others. Maybe he got many enemies because of his rough ways to every person he got to meet. Or maybe because of his countless liaisons he had broken when he gets tired of tasting their overused buds. Damn the fucker!

As the smallest from the group, I positioned myself at the last line. I admit that I'm so nervous at that time but….oh hell….I forced myself to remain calm for that was the first day of our work and the first one I was about to face the infamous rake – face to face.

The chairman greeted us his warm welcome and gave each of us his gentle hand shake. He smiled at us one at the time, beaming those pearly-white teeth of his on us which is a typical thing to a businessman would do. Oh….I remembered that smile of him. At that moment, I understood the feeling why these women had the notion to giggle and get excited of knowing this man whether be it professionally or….in his bed. But that thought had lasted for several seconds when I saw him paused in front of a beautiful woman – the middle from us – and gave her his trademark wink. Then I strongly had concluded that my theory was true. He was indeed searching for a willful lady to warm his bed sheets these coming days. That had made me see ourselves so dirty. I felt so dirty, much to what I've been experiencing with him now. God! I've become one of his pawns and I hated myself for that. I am against to this kind of relationship yet here I am musing after all that had happened.

"Please report to me at my office after lunch, Ms…." The chairman ordered the middle lady, waiting her to supply him her family name. His hands were hidden in his suit's pockets for God-knows-why.

"Takani, sir. I guessed you have already heard that before." the woman replied without any discreetness of flirting in her voice. They were flaunting their instant ignition of desire in front of us. That had puked me.

"Aa. So I have heard that name before," the chairman supplied, giving her his lop-sided smiles and then said, "You belong to the Takani clan that is in-lined with Medicine, right? How come you took a different road?"

"Because I want to be different from the rest of my family. I am entitled to have my own dream, sir. I believe I can make a huge difference….in this realm" She chortled afterwards. She had played a good game of flirting. It had made me irritated and I don't know why exactly. Maybe because I hate seeing women pushing themselves to the dirt when it came to these terms. But nevertheless, I had done the same fate to myself.

"I know. Don't think that I'm dumb for such cases, lass." It was not a threat.

"I apologize, sir, it won't happen again." She cocked her head sideways and winked back. It was one of her yet elusive way to invite men into her thighs….I mean charms.

The chairman grinned and left the lady completely compensated for his silent forgiveness. He had caught her invitation and liked it somehow. As he was about to gave the next woman in the line a hand shake, he gazed back at her and spoke boldly, "I'm looking forward to know your acquaintance these coming days, Ms. Takani. I hope you can oblige that thought."

The voluptuous woman nodded, giving him her assurance to his ticket for entering her…..Ah! By that time I had concluded she was indeed the chosen one for the next rutting as they say. I could see the faces of our chairman's assistants and bodyguards, hiding no malice from the conversation been heard. With exchanging mockery looks, they probably had been amused by their boss's rakish charms to claim another fresh pursuit. Well, I doubt if Takani had been really 'fresh' from the very start. But what the hell?! I cared naught at that thought.

He shook the next lady's hand and gave her the professional welcoming speech and be gone with it. Finally, my time came to greet the highest boss of the company. I am the shortest of them all, possessing the height of only 5 feet. No more, no less. Damn, I hated it. The feeling of being the shortest of them all made me so low confident on my standing. But I had managed to overcome that fear as I saw a pair of wonderful blue eyes staring back at me. It got me red handed.

"As far as I know, my company only hires Architecture grads, not a kid from grade school," he unrepentantly said to me. I doubted in his words that he was just joking and he wasn't. He had thought that I'm just a kid, fooling around in his giant business firm.
Most of the people in the room bluntly laughed at my dilemma with our boss's assumed taunting.

My brows twitched as I digested everything. I am known for being a hot-headed person so things hadn't been easy for me to take when it comes of humiliating me in public. Who would want that? Help me Lord! I had unexpectedly retorted to him – the boss of all. "As far as I know, the last time I checked myself in the mirror is that I am a woman belonging to the age of 20. I maybe don't have most of 'your' women's mature sexy figure, but I have a brain that can sustain your needs in design which I had applied for in this company. I am here not to flaunt my body, using it as my access to a higher position, but to prove my skills on designing structures and landscapes which I really love. Nothing more, nothing less."

That had hit him hard, whether he liked it or not. Not only that, Ms. Takani had produced an unlady-like snort. At that time, only Kurojou, heartily laughed at my bluntness and fierceness. He was soon been elbowed to his ribs by his brother to stop laughing. Our chairman just stared at me for quite some moments and leaned over me, very slowly bending. His head almost touched mine, seemingly closing the gap between our faces….or better yet our lips. I could feel the tension raging inside of every women inside the room especially Takani's. His men just stood there, watching his every move with such amusement in their eyes.

Still closing the gap, I thought he was going to kiss me. What in the world made me think of that? My heart pounded so fast, never in my whole life had felt that way. I pursed my lips instinctively. I saw a glint in his blue icy eyes. God! It was so beautiful of him to do that natural thing. Instead of being kissed, his head passed beside my head, stopped at one of my ears and whispered, "If I were you, I should be more careful the next time I speak to the Head of this company. Such fierceness is only bound to happen when you are fighting with your 'playmate' in bed."

My face became flushed in great redness upon hearing the rake's blatant, double meaning words. None of the others had heard his whispers yet Shirojou could understand what their boss really meant. As I looked at him, his assistant smiled, winking at me. That had proven to me that rakes understand each other.

He straightened his well-muscled body and stared at him for a moment, gloating over what he had done to put water on my head. He had placed me oh so well.

He turned his back, signaling the rest that the personal welcoming was over. I saw his glimpse at Takani and the woman return his interest with a seductive smile. Only I wasn't welcomed properly. I was only been shamed in everybody else presence. I hated him from that point and the rest is history.

Now I am here, doing the exact thing that I, myself, was vowed not to do – to sleep with him. He had become my…playmate but not exactly as it was stated. It was too fast for me. I never had enough time to think to turn down his seductive coaxing when he had finally had cornered me in his arms, alone in the office. It was late at night and I was drafting the last garden designs for one of our biggest clients when he came in, drunk and seemingly had grudge emitting from him. His unbuttoned office shirt was tucked out, exposing his smooth, lean chest and abs to my view. His hair was in a great mess. Actually, a whole lot of him was in great disarray. I didn't know what to do back then. I was more of inquisitive instead of being shocked.

"I despise you," he mumbled those words, aiming only to me for I'm the only person left in the design department. At first I didn't know what to say but later I found my tongue to speak out.

"I beg your pardon, sir, it's late and you should be getting home by now." I felt like more a concerned mother to him than his worrying subordinate employee. "Whatever your problems are, drinking is not the solution."

Instead of accepting my advice, he started his wobbly footsteps, closing the huge gap between us. I was leaning against the drafting table and then straightened my body, trying not to be afraid. Now that he was in front of me with such great glare, aiming at me, I tried to persuade him again to go home. I didn't know what made him loathe of me, angry beyond unreasonable excuses. I was just taking an overtime to finish my job on time for Christ sake! There's nothing to get angry about! But I had found the real issue when he happened to pin me down to the drafting table, my stomach met its hard wood and arms being held so tight behind my back with his single strong hand grip. And he, on the other hand, seemingly placing himself behind my buttocks. I could almost feel his erect manhood on me though we were still in clothes. I was so scared at that time! What the hell was he thinking? Why was he so mad at me? I had known the answers after he leaned over me and whispered to my ear again, doing the exact thing that had made me flushed at our first proper meeting.

"I want you now. I want to be your 'playmate'." He demanded without any shame, licking my cheek in a slow pace. I know he had tasted salt for I was beginning to automatically cry but with no sound.

"You don't have to do this, Sir Shinomori. Please, let me go," that was all I could utter. It was a futile plea.

"Ah….where is the fierceness you once showed me in the welcoming room, Ms. Makimachi? I missed it dearly. Care to bring it back again?"

His other free hand probed inside my mini-skirt, raising it above my waist. I tried to wriggle away but he was too strong for me to fight.

"Please….don't" My sobs began to grow loud as he touched with gentle caress my maidenhood even though I still have my pink underwear on.

"I know you yearned for me, Ms. Makimachi so don't act like you don't. I've always sense your need of me to rut you in. And besides, you will never be disappointed in every moves and ways I am about to teach to you in matters of pleasuring of one's carnal needs."

That had shocked me. I never knew that he knows my sudden huge crush on him. I know for sure that I had hated him yet in some ways…. In these past months, he had shown his good sides on me that had mellowed my valid anger towards him.

It sickens me to see myself being drag into this mud. I had dragged myself into this mess. Maybe this is one of the flaws of love. Love? Is this really love? Do I really love him?

I tried so much hard to hide it but he had still detected it. I always avoided him and even made excuses not to see him for it will make things worse for me. I hated rakes but in his case….there was this thing about him that makes me want to make love to him yet…..
I hated him for that but this sexual urges of mine for him was taking control over my head, even my body, as he slowly made acts of friendliness towards me these past months. I didn't know he had something behind those smiles….those light taps….those encouragements at work….He had an ulterior motive – for me too become his new whore of the month.

"Why are you doing this? This is not right, sir. You are just drunk." I reflexively gasped as soon as his fingers reached the pearl bud of my maidenhood. He gently circled it to my own pleasure, even to his.

It felt good and titillating to feel his fingers at my bud. Every circle his two fingers made felt like a swirl hard to ignore. I had moaned instinctively, hating myself at my new found weakness to fight against this urges for him.

"I know you like it. And I am giving much more pleasure to you later." He whispered to my ear again and this time, he loosened his hand grip on my arms and hands. I was free to move away but I didn't. That had shocked me. I've become weak…..so much pathetic for I was beginning to love his ways of pleasuring me. I feel so…..soiled.

He continued to caress my bud as I gently straightened my petite body. It was a total puzzling to me of why in the world made my boss sexually yearned for me. I, for truth, don't posses such large endowments and voluptuous curves that he usually got entangled with his set of women. My body was nothing compared to Megumi Takani's tempting ones. I have only possess a body of a 14 year old teenage girl, like for an under develop for the calling. That is why most of people I firstly met see me as a young teenager instead of being a woman of my own age. And with this kind of his sinful touching, it had made a woman out of me……and I grudgingly like it.

"I am no goddess, Sir Shinomori. I don't posses such…." My voice was trailed off as soon as he claimed my lips with such gentle coaxing. He silenced my protest in his own sexy way.

His scent was intoxicating. It was a mixture of wine and his natural scent. He also tasted wine yet I tasted more of his essence. I was kissing him back, not like I used to do with my previous boyfriends, not even to Soujiro, my latest. Oh god! After his name etched on my mind I snapped at my dreamy state and face my boss at once. The magical kiss ended in a swift turn of events. I had thought about my boyfriend, Soujiro. How foolish I was at that time?!

"Let me go. Soujiro is waiting for me." I lied just to get away from his closeness. At that time I had thought that if I ever stayed another seconds of moment with him, I might loose what dignity and sanity left in me.

"I know you are lying, Misao," he said in a distinctive seductive tone.

I heard my first name being called, being said by those sensuous lips of his. He instantly addressed me so informally without my approval.

"I know your boyfriend is out of this country, doing his business and stuff. You were just lying to get away from the unknown." He said it with so much confidence and assurance. Damn him! He had known all along about my relationship with Soujiro. That is how powerful he is when he used all of his connections.

I slapped him right in his gloating face. I somehow had forgotten that he is my boss. I was just carried away. But in the first place, he shouldn't be doing those things to me. He had no right!

I was in shocked to have slapped him but nevertheless it felt good. I had regained the upper hand to get away from this mess that he himself had started. I was about to leave, rearranging down my mini-skirt and picking up my drafting bag when he grabbed my left hand. He looked at me with those sad blue eyes. I was moved a little but I tried to remain strong against my urges.

"Why are you still hiding it? For once, follow what you feel, not what you think."

Before I voiced out my side, he yanked me to his chest and gave me another of his forbidden kisses. It was a mild kind. At first I protested but he was so gentle and kind of….loving in a certain way that none had I found in others….I was lost to him on that night.

His kiss indeed is a magical one. After several seconds, I couldn't move or even make more protest. I sunk in to his arms, arms that had embraced me all too well. I remember that I had dropped my drafting bag on the floor and he had lifted me to the same table I worked one. The tracing papers and drafting paraphernalia were scattered to the floor as soon as he settled me above the table. He was between my thighs, immediately up-lifting my mini-skirt to my tiny waist. He continued to kiss me while I do to the same. I could feel his intense hunger. To him I am his new toy….and at that time, I don't care about it.

My arms encircled his strong shoulders, caging him to me. His kisses are so heavenly. I almost drowned on its sweetness. His tongue molded against mine. He had taught me well along the playing process. I almost lost in breath to catch up with him for this is my first time. It was my first time to be kissed torridly at the age of 20. Guess I got carried away too much. And his kiss was a remarkable one.

He opened my blouse while we were in full passion, exposing my small breasts to him. He slid one of his fingers to the straps of my bra one at a time, shoving it. My bra slipped down to my small waist, joining with my mini-skirt. And by that, it had fully exposed my breasts to him, seemingly kind of erect too at that time. My nipples instantly reacted at his touch which made me groaned aloud.

I could feel his smile as I succumbed to his bidding. The right term will be gloating, if I may say. He left my lips swollen with desire as he traced line of light kisses to my cheek, to the column of my slender neck down to the final destination which was one of my taut nipples. He sucked it abruptly and nipped it in the process. Both of his hands captured my small back, seemingly forwarding me to him. I heard him groaned and I instinctively smiled. So I was pleasuring him too.

"You've got lovely breasts, Misao. You don't have to be ashamed of it." He mumbled as his lips continued to ravish one of my natural pink pearls.

I know somewhere deep inside he was just saying those up-lifting words to make me fully succumb to his play. But I know better. I should never expect from him….ever….

My head hanged back and my eyes were in trance. He was doing well on pleasuring me and I hate myself on loving every bit of it. As I was enjoying his sucking and nipping, the unexpected happened. After he pulled down my underwear and left it on the cold floor, he inserted his huge middle finger to my maidenhood, thrusting it inside of me in a slow pace. I was stunned, gasping out of horror of being more intimately touched in forbidden places. That was more private than the first one he did to me. He just looked at me and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll never hurt you."

Hurt me, huh?! He already had. Not only physically though.

Then the second finger entered. My thighs and legs instinctively widened apart upon receiving such pleasure. I was really lost in his game. How could I be so weak? I could feel so much slimy liquid releasing on my 'flower'. I looked at him and saw his lop-sided smile as he continued his lustful pursuit to my inner folds. My insides trembled in a natural way. And with it, I widened further my thighs and legs as I arched my back with both of my hands and arms supporting me.

"You have so much love nectar, Misao. It shouldn't go to waste," he mumbled and then bent down to claim my…..oh my goodness….

He tasted my bud and love nectar without shame. He grabbed my thighs in the process, squeezing it as he sucked and licked my private part. We both moaned out of ecstasy. I had grabbed his ebony head, absently raking his lustrous hair.

"Oh….Sir Shinomori…." I mumbled, enjoying all the pleasure. I was trembling a bit.

He removed his head, his lips away from my maidenhood. It was an odd thing to see my love nectar on the sides of his lips, on his cheeks. I blushed instinctively.

"Call my name, Misao," he demanded and he moved closer to me. Opening trousers, he was about to place his shaft to my…..

"Oh my!" I looked away, blushing like a silly, naïve girl who had seen a boy's private part.

He chortled and grabbed one of my hands and said, "You can touch me here, Misao." He put my hand to his gorging shaft. I gasped again, taking all of these too much. His already erect manhood is….too much….for my….

"Stroke it fast." He ordered me. "Pleasure me like the way I pleasured you."

I did what he had told me to do like an employee to his boss. I stroked it in speed momentum. He groaned again as he turned away his view from me. Aoshi looked up in the ceiling while I instigated this play.

Moments later, he urged me to stop as he moaned out his plea. He removed his office shirt, fully exposing his lean sweating body to me. Then he gazed at me, touching something in my very soul. "I want you now."

If he only said 'need' than 'want'….

Without my approval first, he glided his thick shaft inside my maidenhood. It was so….painful and….felt like burning inside. I instinctively grabbed his shoulders, pulling him more towards me. The tips of my fingernails had marked on his sweating skin. My head leaned over to his chest.

"You….it hurts…"

"It will be over in few seconds. Trust me." He assured to me. His comforting words had etched on my mind by that time.

He glided his thick shaft further inside of me. With the help of my love nectar, it went smooth yet…. "God! You are so tight." He growled as his eyes fluttered caused by pure sexual pleasure.

"Hmph…"

"Call my name, Misao,"

"Aoshi…"

Slowly his shaft made a sliding movement, almost touching my deepest core.

"Louder, Misao,"

"Aoshi,"

"I said louder," he again growled.

"Aoshi!"

He widened apart my legs to ease the tight pressure. Then the movement of the old rhythm played amongst our combined bodies. It was slow at first and then it went wild as I had recovered from the 'first sting'. Every stroke, every glide he made inside of me is to die for. Both of us were like floating in every act of lust. I happen to bite his left shoulder out of the combination of pain and pleasure. After several moments, he removed his shaft from my swollen maidenhood, spilling his bountiful seed to the floor. I finally realized that I had become one of his….whores. He had ended my proud existence that fateful night.

I saw blood stain at the edge of my drafting table. I had given him my priceless gift of virginity.

Now I did it again. To sleep again with him, to sleep with a butterfly. No attachments, no commitments. But I want something more. I had betrayed my boyfriend Soujiro because of my sexual urges of him. He and I got split without giving him the total, real reason why I'm leaving in our relationship. Will he be able to accept that his girlfriend had sexed with others instead of him? No. He will not be able to take that easily. Beyond his usual smiles, there are emotions…idle ones….that might burst out when he happens to know the whole truth. Perhaps to the point of killing me but I don't care. I value his life more than mine so it is just right to release him in our soiled relationship. That's all.

And so I had slept with him again. To be exact, it would be our 25th time to….And maybe….maybe I gotten to love him along the process. That had made me guiltier than ever. I know I won't be able to achieve that dream. He won't give me the emotion I really needed from him – his love. He valued more of his freedom and pleasure than sharing himself to the one that he….And if that's the case, I should move away. This is the only way for the both of us to see what lies ahead. This stupid, forbidden liaison should have never been started if I only had fought what was right.

I am finally leaving him.

I gently eased myself up from the crumpled bed linens so that he wouldn't be able to detect my moves. As soon as I had gathered my things and finally dressed up, I took a piece of paper and pen noting in it that I will resign from his company and never see him again. It will be a lot better this way. Posting it to the nearby mirror, I glanced back to him one last time before I say goodbye. He is the man of my dreams yet….

"Good-bye, Aoshi. Goodbye." I only mumbled those painful words. I do hope in his heart he could hear my words and let me be myself again – a strong woman I used to be.

Walking towards the door and about to twist the door knob, I heard him calling out my name.

"Misao…."

I instantly froze, thinking he was already awake but he wasn't. He was still sleeping soundly, probably dreaming. He's dreaming about me. Huh! What a fool.

Gathering my left strength to refuse his invitation, I finally left the acquired motel room with a new hope to rebuild myself. I need to be so much away from him. Good-bye.

A/N: this is one of my previous works...it was given as a birthday present to a special friend of mine, MindIIBody aka Vikki-chan. :D

you want more? oh...excuse for the grammar...not good at it.