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Daddy Dearest
Act II: So Close, Yet So Far
Hello again, dear reader. It would seem you are quite the glutton as you've returned for more of this scrumptiously sordid tale. Let's refresh your memory. As you can recall from the previous act, the meeting between the powerful sadistic man, his cowardly son, and the boy's hot-tempered girlfriend didn't go so smoothly.
Sadly, it resulted in an innocent glass of iced tea being poured over Gin's head and Kitsune stomping away, absolutely infuriated. You may also remember that later on young Isuko begged and pleaded with his girlfriend to make things right between her and his father. She agreed, and thus begins Act two of our story dear reader.
Now we find ourselves inside Gin's lavish home office where he was sitting behind a large mahogany desk, looking at Kitsune who was standing across from him.
"Good evening Kitsune," He purred hotly, "I've been waiting for you…"
Kitsune's shoulders slumped and she remained quiet. She studied Gin; he'd changed his clothes from earlier when she left him sitting on the veranda dripping in sticky iced tea. Now he was just wearing a navy blue long sleeved shirt and plain dark brown slacks.
Gin studied the purple-eyed girl as well. Clad in nothing but a white tank top and baby blue mini pajama shorts, the girl looked positively delicious. Gin could tell she was getting ready for bed…seeing as she had forgone a bra and he could see her pert nipples poking obscenely through the shirt. He licked his lips and allowed his serpentine eyes to rake up and down her body. The fox-faced billionaire fought the urge to shake his head; Isuko was not doing this girl justice. If the father and son could switch places Gin would have fucked Kitsune until she was speaking in tongues. Alas, he was on the outside looking in. But seeing Kitsune made Gin want to break down every barrier between them until he got inside of her hot little body.
"I wanted to talk to you about what happened today…" Kitsune began, she wasn't nervous at all. This man, although sadistic, did not scare her. She wouldn't allow herself to be scared…outwardly, that is. Inwardly she was mortified. Gin Ichimaru had no qualms about taking control of a person, and he did it so effortlessly that one had every right to be afraid.
Kitsune readied herself and stood her ground.
"What about it?" Gin asked, purposely trying to push her buttons.
"I wanted to apologize…" She said calmly, Kitsune was not about to let Gin get under her skin. "About the whole iced tea thing…and I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright," He said sarcastically, letting his smirk grow wide. "It was hot outside today, so that was rather refreshing."
Kitsune let out a nervous titter at his satirical remark.
"However, I'll accept your apology," Gin sighed as stood and made his way over to his liquor cabinet. Kitsune watched as he looked over the glass bottles of alcohol. "On one condition…" He said, Kitsune gulped and arched an eyebrow.
"What condition?" She asked carefully, somehow she knew there was a twist to it. When dealing with Gin Ichimaru, dear reader, there is almost always a fine print.
Gin looked over his shoulder and smirked at her, "Sit down and have a drink with me."
The purple-eyed girl swallowed once more. She had a feeling that Mr. Ichimaru would try to pull something like this. Kitsune didn't want to offend him again, but at the same time she didn't want to be trapped in that room with that man any longer than necessary.
She shook her head no, "I…I don't drink…Mr. Ichimaru,"
The silver-haired man chuckled as he poured two crystal glasses of E&J Brandy on the rocks.
"Kitsune, please call me Gin. And one drink won't hurt you…" He said as he gave her the glass. Kitsune looked down into the cup; she could see her reflection in the golden-brown liquid.
Gin took his own glass, along with the bottle of brandy, and made his way across the office. He plopped down on a maroon, leather Lexington couch and took a sip of his drink and placed the bottle on the coffee table. The fox-faced man looked up at Kitsune who was still standing in the middle of the room like a statue.
He smirked and patted couch cushion next to him and motioned for Kitsune to join him. Gin watched as she skittishly made her way across the room and sat down stiffly on the couch.
Gin chuckled.
"Kitsune," He said heatedly, "Why are you so far away? Come closer, I want to see your pretty face."
The purple-eyed girl froze and didn't move an inch. Gin was staring at her intently, a hint of red was glowing in those narrowed slits he called eyes. Kitsune scooted over slightly; she didn't dare move any further. Gin merely laughed in his throat, she was close enough for him to see her clearly. Besides, Gin liked being up close and personal.
"About what happened earlier today," He started taking a swig of his drink, "I forgive you. As a matter of fact, I'm actually very impressed with you, Miss Marusaki."
"Really?" Kitsune asked furrowing her eyebrows, he was impressed with her? What an… interesting choice of words. This man certainly was strange. Most people would have slapped Kitsune for pouring something over their head maliciously. But Gin was…impressed? Don't you think that's a bit odd, dear reader?
"Yes," Gin continued, "Most girls wouldn't have done what you did. That took guts. Unlike my son you seem to have a backbone."
Kitsune was at a loss for words. Instead of responding she took a swallow of her brandy and nearly gulped down the entire glass. Gin watched her drink, blown away at how well she could take it straight. Most women can't handle strong drinks without a chaser of some sort. But Kitsune seemed to be a "bottom's up" kind of girl. Another positive mark for Kitsune in Gin's opinion. He didn't mind a woman who could hold her liquor; after all, he lived with Azumi for ten fucking years. Besides, he wanted to see Kitsune loosen up a bit…
As a matter of fact, Gin decided that this could work in his favor…
Without a word, the fox-faced billionaire grabbed the bottle of brandy off the coffee table and poured Kitsune another healthy glassful. The girl looked down at it and then looked at him.
"I think I've had enough, Mr. Ichimaru…" She said; her head was starting to spin. Unlike most drinks, brandy was strong and it flooded one's system like a second blood. You feel the effects of the golden liquid almost immediately. And for someone like Kitsune, who still had milk on her tongue, it worked twice as fast. It only made matters worse that she drank it quickly and now it was pooling in her belly like liquid fire.
While Kitsune was fighting off a dizzy spell, the fox-faced man took this opportunity to scoot closer to her. He then boldly grasped her chin and made her look up at him.
"You drank it too fast…" He purred hotly, with his free hand Gin took the cup from her and put the rim of it to her luscious lips. "You're supposed to savor it slowly...enjoy it."
Kitsune's eyes went wide for a moment but then fluttered shut when Gin tilted the glass and the brandy entered her mouth.
"This isn't cheap scotch..." His voice was smooth as velvet, "Allow the smooth taste to tickle your tongue and then let it slide down your throat...savor every drop."
Kitsune's face flushed as she sipped more of the drink. The alcohol was clouding her judgment and making it hard to see that Gin was seducing her.
Gin watched her drinking from the cup in his hands. Kitsune squirmed slightly. He knew what was happening. She was getting wet.
Just then a small, sparkling drop of brandy slipped from the corner of Kitsune's mouth. Gin's smile stretched and he used his finger to wipe it away. He took the cup away from her lips and allowed Kitsune to lick that same finger.
"Too good to waste..." Gin chuckled, as Kitsune hungrily sucked his finger. The popping sound made her pussy lips throb and Kitsune badly wanted to reach into her shorts to relieve that pleasurable ache. Kitsune's hand traveled down her stomach, just below her naval. She was so close...all she needed to do was slip her eager fingers lower...lower...and lower...
Oh my dear reader, aren't things getting interesting?
Gin bit his lower lip when his cock strained against his pants. Kitsune cheeks were hot-red and her mouth was damp from the sweet drink.
When she pulled her mouth away from his hand and licked her lips, Kitsune looked at her boyfriend's father, her eyes clouded by the liquor.
"Kiss me, Kitsune..." Gin demanded huskily, fuck a kiss; his cock was the one who wanted her mouth!
"I can't..." She panted breathlessly, "Isuko...what abou-"
"Isuko is not my concern." Gin replied, a bit snappish. "Kiss me now, and he won't be your concern either..."
The purple-eyed beauty leaned in just a little bit. Gin closed the distance between them and their noses brushed together. Kitsune shuddered when Gin's warm breath crept across her face. Their lips were mere inches away.
So close yet so far…
Kitsune's head cleared just enough for her to realize what she was doing! She sprang up from the couch, wobbled a bit on her feet, and backed away. She looked at Gin as if he was the Missing Link.
"It...It's late..." She said lamely, "I...I should go to bed..."
Gin decided he wouldn't push her any further. After all, he'd already planted the seed of lust of her mind. Now all he had to do was wait for it to spread its roots of desire between her legs, and then he would reap the delicious reward.
"Yes it is," He purred crossing his long legs lavishly and relaxing on the couch. "A girl like you doesn't need beauty sleep, but I understand."
Gin chuckled, "I'll you see you in morning for breakfast."
He then sighed, "Sweet dreams, Kit-chan."
Kitsune hurried across the room to the door and left without another word. Gin watched her go and his smirk nearly touched his ears. Oh, if only Kitsune was tipsy enough to have kissed him. The silver-haired man knew he would have had her bent over his desk by now.
Ah well, dear reader. Gin was enjoying the beginning of this cat and mouse game.
"Run Kitsune, run..." He thought triumphantly. Gin let out a laugh and continued enjoying his brandy in the comfort of his office.
Things are getting hot dear reader. Do you think you can handle it?
Kitsune padded barefoot around the gargantuan house, headed back to Isuko's bedroom. Dear reader, her face was so red she could have made a tomato jealous. As she hurried through the halls, Kitsune tried to keep her mind clear. If she thought about what had just occurred a moment ago, she would have broken down right there and went back to Gin's office. Kitsune had to face the pain of a cold hard slap of truth: she liked what happened. Once again, Gin Ichimaru had no qualms about taking control of a situation. Apparently, he also had no shame about taking advantage of someone when given the opportunity. The thought was provocative to Kitsune...Gin dominating and daunting. Whereas, Isuko was submissive and soft.
Kitsune stopped dead in her tracks and shook her head furiously. She loved Isuko! She didn't like Gin! It was the alcohol making her wild and reckless! But as the old saying goes: Excuses, excuses.
"That was a fluke..." Kitsune murmured to herself, she was sure if she was drinking around Isuko she would have had the same reaction! Oh dear reader, it's impossible to pull the wool over your eyes, isn't it. You know that's not true. Knowing Isuko, instead of taking Kitsune hard and fast like an animal; he'd be kind, give her an aspirin and lovingly put her to bed.
Speaking of bed, dear reader, Kitsune was more than ready to crawl under the sheets and pass the hell out. This day was a gift from Satan and Kitsune couldn't wait for tomorrow to arrive!
Maybe things would be better in the morning.
When she returned to his bedroom Isuko was sitting up in his bed waiting for her. The blonde boy noted her fierce blush and frowned instantly.
"Kitsune, are you alright?" He asked worriedly, "Did my father do something to you? What happened Kitsune?"
Isuko wouldn't put it past his father to have hurt his girlfriend in some way. Oh why hadn't he gone with her to talk to him? Even then, it wouldn't have changed a thing. And that's the horrible, sad truth dear reader. Even if Isuko was present, Gin wouldn't have done anything differently.
"Nothing." She answered quickly, a lump the size of a softball formed in Kitsune's throat and she gulped it down. The purple-eyed beauty padded across the room and curled up in bed next to Isuko. She rested her head on his bare chest and tried to clear her mind. A splitting headache was coming on. Fast.
Isuko looked down at his tired girlfriend and smiled slightly. He affectionately petted her hair and ran his fingers through the curly black ringlets.
"Look," Isuko said sweetly, "It's been a long day, let's just try to get some sleep, ok?"
"Yeah," Kitsune replied lowly, "Goodnight, Isuko."
"Nighty, nighty."
"Too good to waste..." Gin chuckled, as Kitsune hungrily sucked his finger. The popping sound made her pussy lips throb and Kitsune badly wanted to reach into her shorts to relieve that pleasurable ache. Kitsune's hand traveled down her stomach, just below her naval. She was so close...all she needed to do was slip her eager fingers lower...lower...and lower...
Before Kitsune could stop herself, her hand had slid past the waistband of her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties so it was easy for her to reach her sopping heat. Gin had a power. He had the power to make people do things that he wanted...even when they were against it. He knew what Kitsune wanted. He knew she wanted a big dick to come along and make her do things. Bad things.
Gin looked down and saw that her hand had disappeared inside of her shorts, his smirk darkened.
"Look at you..." He purred, "You want it so bad you can't help herself...go on Kitsune, touch yourself. I want to watch..."
"Damn..." Kitsune hissed in frustration. She was so disgusted with herself! How could something so wrong feel so right? Her ring and index fingers parted her swollen pussy lips and her clit slipped free of the hot folds. Her middle finger worked it hard and fast, her hips began thrusting upwards.
"Go faster..." Gin purred leaning back on the couch so that he could see everything; Kitsune abided by his command and worked her fingers so fast they started to cramp and her wrist started to stiffen. She sighed and moaned, hating herself for liking this! Any thoughts of Isuko had drifted to the back of her mind as her climax began to grow.
"So obedient..." The fox-faced man said taking a sip of his drink, "Good. I like my sluts to behave..."
"Oh God..." Kitsune moaned, the dirty dialog shot right between her legs and made her sugary walls clutch. She instantly pushed her middle finger into the pulsating hole and began jerking it in and out.
Her moans grew louder and louder. Kitsune was so close...she was cumming...it was so good she could taste it...yes...yes...just a little bit more...
Kitsune was moaning loudly in her sleep. The dream she was trapped in made her hot under the collar. She kicked the covers off her burning body and tossed and turned helplessly. Sadly, dear reader, Isuko was a hard sleeper so his girlfriend's rough tumbling went unnoticed. He snored while she moaned. Little did she know; there was someone listening...
Gin was lurking outside of Isuko's bedroom door, seething. He'd only come upstairs to see what the young couple was doing, and possibly torment them both some more.
The door was closed and locked so he was forced to listen to Kitsune's low, husky moans from the hallway. Somewhere in Gin's mind, he painted this wild image that Isuko finally grew a backbone and was now fucking Kitsune six ways from Sunday. When in reality that couldn't be farther from the truth! Word to the wise: one should never jump to conclusions dear reader, it leads to trouble. Like now for example, Gin wanted nothing more than to kick down that door, drag Kitsune out of the bedroom by her hair to his room, and ride her as if his life depended on it! Who the fuck did Isuko think he was? Gin didn't give a damn that Kitsune was his girlfriend, that was his pussy and he was not about to share! The fox-faced man gritted his teeth so hard it sounded like someone was sawing down a tree.
Another moan escaped the room and the fires of Hell rose within Gin. He fought the urge to punch a nearby wall. Instead the silver-haired man growled, spun on his heel, and marched back to his own bedroom, positively furious. He was better than this. Above this. Gin was not about to lose sleep over it. However this would not go ignored.
He'd deal with this in the morning.
Oh dear, it would seem it's time for another intermission. And it would seem you'll have to wait for the next act.
Til next time we meet, dear reader...
Lemony: Well…looks like things are heating up. I hope you all enjoyed…REVIEW!