A/N: explicit sexual scenes.
- Also, the word "rose" defines the private part of a woman's body where the man enters during intercourse.
- And thank you, WildHeart44, for the review.
Chapter 2: The Playful Hand of Fate
Late evening that day, a man drove Rin to a hotel where he took her to the top floor and led her to a room at the very end of the wing.
The man rang the bell.
The little speaker on the door clicked on, and a deep male voice asked, "Who is it?"
"Naraku-sama. I have a delivery for you," the man answered.
"Pardon?"
"I have a delivery for you, sir," the man spoke louder.
The door opened automatically as the voice on the speaker instructed, "Leave it in the foyer."
"Yes, sir."
The man led Rin inside. He left her at the foyer and immediately closed the door behind him and left.
A short hallway connected the foyer to the living area. The whole suite as walled by huge glass panels and dimly lit by the moon rays that shined through them.
Thirty minutes passed. Rin was still standing at the foyer by herself. Naraku-sama was nowhere in sight.
Nothing was happening.
Everything was quiet as if nobody was there.
Rin's eyes gleamed.
She turned the doorknob ever so slightly. When she opened the door to the width enough for her to slip through, the door slammed shut, back to its frame.
"Argh!"
Rin jolted backwards with her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.
It's a ghost.
Her body suddenly levitated off the floor and flew backwards. A shadow of a man dashed towards her and pinned her to a wall by her neck.
Rin grimaced and shut her eyes.
"Who are you? And why are you in my room?" the same deep voice from the speaker asked her.
She opened her eyes. Her hands reached up to claw at the man's hold on her neck as she gasped desperately for air.
The man lowered her down so she could stand on the floor.
"Speak," he said as he took his hand away from her neck.
She coughed violently for a few seconds and panted afterwards.
He turned his back toward her.
"My name is Rin. I am your entertainment tonight."
The man remained quiet.
The room was cold, a stark contrast to the 95F room she was introduced to when she first set foot on the new country.
The woman with the nightingale voice who Rin was instructed to address as Lady Madam didn't allow Rin to physically practice any sexual acts during Rin's training because Rin was to remain pure for Naraku, but Rin was made to watch many videos of the performance she was supposed to do.
It was time for her demonstration.
But she didn't do anything that she was taught. Instead of hugging him, she stood hugging her own body with her teeth chattering, a far cry from the sexy presentation she was trained to display.
The man turned and handed Rin his fleece night robe he just took off from his body. "Put this on so your teeth can stop chattering."
She slowly took the robe and put it on.
"Thank you," she said, her stare glued to his abs.
"Are you done staring?"
"I -- I'm sorry." Her stare moved toward his chest.
Thank God he had a pair of pants on, or else...
"What is it? You have never seen a man's body before?" One end of his lips curled up into an uneven smirk.
"I -- I've never seen any men this beautiful before." Rin averted her stare to the wall. Her cheeks blushed red.
Fortunately, the night view through the glass walls was nice, if not, it would be hard to keep from staring back at him.
"I do not find dirty women like you entertaining."
Rin looked down at her body. "Dirty? I just took a bath before I came here. If you need me to, I could take another bath."
He approached closer. He scanned her face and stopped his gaze at her eyes. "I meant impure women."
"Impure?" Rin's brows furrowed. "I'm not impure. I'm pure. What do you mean by impure?"
"What do you mean by pure?"
"I'm still a virgin," said Rin with a higher pitch in her tone.
"So you mean you have never been with a man."
"Never."
His golden stare pierced into her eyes with an unfathomable depth, not giving away any hints of his intention.
She stood speechless looking at him with her eyes opened so wide they were perfectly round.
Naraku-sama, let me caress your body with my lips. Let me stroke your manliness with the warmth of my tongue…
The speech she had rehearsed reverberated in her mind, the seductive whispers she was supposed to say, the skillful caressing of his muscles she was supposed to perform, the perking up of her wanton bosom, the closing of her eyes and reaching out her lips for him to taste, and the lustful moanings she was supposed to fake.
Her training was thorough.
Out of all those, she did one thing. She closed her eyes.
With tears flowing down her cheeks, she lowered her head and said, "Please stop playing with my mind. I just want the evening to be over with."
It was far from being seductive. It was almost offensive.
A moment of silence ensued, interrupted by Rin's occasional sobbings.
He cupped her chin and tilted her head up toward him and swept her lips and kissed her. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. His kiss tasted like cherries, and she fell comfortably into its passion. She moaned softly, ever so softly, not the erotic loud moanings she had practiced.
He moved to her neck and pinched her skin between his lips with a strong pressure. She gasped. It was painful -- pleasantly painful.
He snatched off her robe to expose her barely covered body. Her breasts perked up invitingly, not by her own doing from her training, but by her natural reaction of her body.
He cupped her backside and raised her body up from the floor.
She instinctively circled her legs around his thighs and held on.
He twisted his tongue around her nibble and pulled her hair back. Her body arched upwards making her breasts perk up even more towards him.
Suddenly, her nibble was pinched hard by his lips. It hurt -- so so good. She gasped louder between her moans and fell shamelessly into his sinful play.
Her body tightened. The rose of her womanhood fluttered chaotically, and moisture started to flow from inside it. The thin string of her lace G-string could not hold back the luscious fluid of her desire. It rubbed viscously on his abs where her rose touched.
She whispered, "You make it feel so good."
It couldn't feel any better -- until suddenly he thrust his hard shaft into her and thrust back and forth. He growled as he pushed harder and faster into her making her scream with pleasure in sync with his rhythm.
He twisted her body around and lowered her legs on the floor. He pulled on her hair and made her arch slightly forwards to make her backside perk up even more. He squeezed hard on her breasts as he continued to plunge deeper into her from behind.
Until her legs weakened, her body shaking, the opening of her rose convulsing and tightening around his, and she let out a stimulating loud moan at her climax.
He turned her around and picked her up in bridal style with her limp body still twitching with pleasure. Her face flushed red. She circled her arms around his neck and hid her face into his steamy chest that emanated the scent of his sweat mixed with the jasmine scent of her own body.
The scent of pleasure was indescribable. It was simply masculine.
He was simply masculine.
He carried her into the bathroom where there was a big marble jacuzzi and gently lowered her body into it. He turned the water on and poured some liquid in. The bath water bubbled up, bursting into steam carrying the scent of Fougere.
He got in with her. After some gentle maneuver, she was lying with her back on top of him with his arms around her waist, right under her bosom.
She rested her head on his shoulder.
He softly brushed her hair that was covering his face to the side and whispered in her ear, "By being pure, I do not mean physical. I mean the purity of the mind."
It didn't matter anymore.
Her body had just become impure.
And her mind had just also become impure because she thoroughly enjoyed being his entertainment, possibly more than he enjoyed it.
In that man's arms, nothing else mattered. Rin fell into an untroubled slumber on top of him.