Billion Dollar Man

Chapter 04

I'm Ready


"So even you would force me into something I want no part in?"

I remembered the way she looked up at me with those marble-like eyes of hers, glossy like wet pearls. Her deep, red lips parted and her brows knitted as she pursed her lips at me with her small and supple face. I remembered that expression of hers as a soft piano melody played within the background whilst the two of us danced across the floor among many other socialite couples attending Counselor Mizushima's birthday event. I remembered the way she frowned as if I had just snatched away her freedom without her say in it. She had no say in anything; everything had already been decided for her.

"You could say, I'm offering you salvation."

After she made a turn beneath my arm and extending her reach outwards, she turned back in to me where she pressed the back of her body against mine. Her empty hand landing within mines as I held her close to me, breathing in that lovely scent of hers from her dark, red locks.

"Salvation?" she huffed, placing a palm over her chest, "Under the devil's wing."

"Heh," I sneered, remembering those words as I stared down at her, barely able to see her face hidden away by her long bangs that swept over the side of her face. I looked down at her bare shoulder and somehow…just thinking about her bare shoulder set me off.

There was something about the taste of her skin and the softness of her shoulder than turned me on. Perhaps it's the way that she moans and whimpers when I bite them…

We stood there, stopped in the middle of the dance floor, simply holding onto her where she didn't move. Just seeing her bare shoulder beneath my eyes at this moment, unmarked and unscarred, I wanted to bite it just to stake my claim on her. I wanted to show the world that…

This woman is mine.


Fumino's POV


"Kotarou!"

That name rang like a bell in my head…

"Fumi!"

It was only a memory from long ago, but somehow, I suddenly remembered him… I suddenly remembered the way he called my name as he waved to me with that handsome smile of his plastered on his boyish face. The way he ran up to me and pulled me into his chest in a tight embrace, shameless even in front of the head master at school. I remembered how he would even lift me up in his arms and spin me around with him as well…

I suddenly remembered him for no apparent reason.

"Kotarou!" was a name I had once always loved calling. It was a name that if there was only one thing I could say for the rest of my life, it would be only his name because I love him. I would never have chosen to say "I love you" or "I'm so happy" or any other phrase. Time and time again, I would always choose "Kotarou" simply because I love him. To me, his name meant more than "I love you". His name meant many things. His name means "my love", "my heart", "my prince", "the one I'll forever cherish!" His name describes him perfectly. He was a small, but very big cheerfulness. I loved writing his name. He was my small, but very big cheerfulness. He was my小太朗.

"FUMI!"

On the day of our middle school graduation, he proposed to me.

"MIZUSHIMA FUMINO!" He screamed from the top of his lungs from the other end of the auditorium just as my father took a photo of me and a junior of mine who came to see me off. "Will you…! WILL YOU MARRY ME!" My father had taken a photo of Azumi and I the moment the entire auditorium fell silent. Our eyes were opened wide and we looked surprised. Through the crowds of parents and graduates came this tall and slender, but very princely looking boy who fell to his knees the moment he saw me and bowed his head down low. "I know we're still young and I'm not a man yet, but please! Let me take care of you for the rest of my life!"

With confused eyes, I stared down at him and before I knew it, my eyes began to water and I laughed and cried, "Then please take care of me from now on!" That was the happiest moment of my life and I was only fifteen years old.

He was my first love, he was my first boyfriend, and he was my very first kiss. I had always assumed that he would also always be my first everything. He was my first real Valentines, my first White Day boyfriend, my first New Years Kiss, my first boyfriend during Hatsumode, and I even assumed that he would always be my last…

I even assumed that he would be first…my first…my first you know what…

But he wasn't…and even after avoiding him for weeks, I couldn't take it anymore because I needed to see him! I needed him to live up to his promise! I needed him to take care of me from now on because after the passing of my mother, my father changed… And he hurt me…and touched me…and destroyed me…

But the moment I finally found him…my heart had shattered into a billion pieces…

There, on the rooftop, was my Kotarou…and my junior, Hamazaki Azumi, sharing a kiss as the wind blew against them.

I was only sixteen years old when my mother passed away…

I was only sixteen years old when my father…touched me…

I was only sixteen years old when the first love of my entire life broke my heart…

I was only sixteen years old when I had to break my own heart…

because I was only sixteen years old when I had my first abortion…


"…ino… …Fumino… Fumino…"

With the snap of his fingers before my eyes, I was suddenly brought back to reality and music and lively chatter that filled my ears. I looked up at Mr. Ichinomiya who only stared down at me with that absolutely fake concerned expression of his.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

My lips spread themselves into a grin and I nodded softly, sighing out a breath. "I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling well as of late."

"If you're not feeling so good, you need to let me know from now on," he said as he pulled my closer to him by the waist, forcefully leaning my cold body against his warm one. Somehow, I felt completely exhausted and gave into his gesture, taking advantage of his warmth and closing my eyes. Somehow, leaning my weight against his was comforting.

"If Miss Mizushima isn't feeling well, she should retreat to a room upstairs," spoke the young businessman who was discussing a few things with Mr. Ichinomiya as I drifted off. "It's a shame though, I was hoping to ask for a few pointers on how to appeal to your father's good nature, Miss Mizushima."

I eyed the young man, even if I didn't have any idea if he was older or younger than I, and smiled kindly. "I do not know much, but I do know this. He likes his contacts to be themselves rather than pretending to be who they are not. If you are honest and true to your words, that is the best way to appeal to my father." I opened up my clutch and pulled out a business card, handing it over to him with both hands as I bowed my head. "You may not be able to directly contact him, but his secretary will see to you."

"Haha, thank you very much! I have a lot to learn from the Ichinomiya Eisuke here. I bet if I was on par with him, I'd be able to have a chance of asking Miss Mizushima to attend parties with me as well." Mr. Ichinomiya and I only continued to smile like the perfect couple we are as the young man continued to compliment and flatter us. "I sure am jealous of Eisuke's arm candy tonight, perhaps at another event, you'd be willing to attend with me."

Mr. Ichinomiya and I laughed simultaneously before he looked down at him. "Actually, Fumino…" he looked over at me and pulled me closer as he spoke my first name, "…she's my woman and I won't allow any other man to touch her." It was at that moment the entire hall fell into silence and all eyes were turned this way, including the jealous gazes of women.

The young man stared at us dumbfounded before smiling at us in amazement. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Wow! Who would have thought! The infamous Ichinomiya Eisuke has finally decided to settle down with a woman. I knew you'd land someone extraordinary, but to find out it's Counselor Mizushima's beloved daughter! Wow! You are perfect for each other! Amazing! How did the two of you meet? How did your relationship start?"

And it was then that the young man had been foolishly pushed aside and the two of us were surrounded by the press who were attending the event. Camera lights flashed at the two of us and we were both bombarded with questions about our sudden relationship as I held onto Mr. Ichinomiya for support. Past the crowd, I could see my father's pleasantly surprised face, and in the midst of the party's sudden burst of energy, I saw his devilish smirk.

"How did you two fall in love?"

"It was love at first sight," Mr. Ichinomiya laughed.

"Who pursued who?"

"I pursued her," Mr. Ichinomiya answered confidently.

"Does Counselor Mizushima approve of this relationship?"

The whole hall fell silent, waiting for the answer as Mr. Ichinomiya and I watched my father gallantly make his way over through the crowd of journalists.

"Actually," began Eisuke as he stared confidently and somewhat challengingly at my father, "our relationship is a recent one and I had been hoping to get a chance to formally announce our relationship and ask for his blessings."

Silence filled the air as my father and Mr. Ichinomiya stood face to face. There was no noise except for the flashing of cameras. With a political smile, my father asked Mr. Ichinomiya, "Does my daughter love you?" Everyone except for Mr. Ichinomiya and I stared dumbfounded at him.

Mr. Ichinomiya's smile disappeared and he stared at my father confidently and seriously, announcing to all the most sappiest words I've ever heard, "Yes, Fumino loves me and she is the one that I love." If we weren't in public, I'd puke on the spot.

There was slight chatter amongst the crowd of people as my father and Mr. Ichinomiya continued to stare off at each other, feeling the uncomfortable tension until my father heartily laughed and grabbed Eisuke's hand, shaking it. "Then, please, from now on, take good care of my daughter!" An uproar started as cameras began to click. Questions flew from one mouth and then another as the three of us stood and posed with smiles on my faces as he answered questions and took pictures.


"What's wrong with you?"

I breathed in deeply before leaning against Mr. Ichinomiya's chest, exhausted. "I feel…lightheaded…" Everything was so loud and everything seemed to spin around.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Ichinomiya and I turned to look at my father who stared at me in concern. "Fumino, you look paler than usual."

"I'm not feeling well, Papa…" I whispered, lowering my gaze to the floor.

"Hmm…well then I suppose we'll have to leave the party early tonight then. Mr. Ichinomiya, or I suppose I should start calling you Eisuke from now on," my father laughed, reaching his hand out of me, "I'll take my daughter home so that she can rest tonight."

Mr. Ichinomiya stared at my father with narrowed eyes, suspicious towards his intentions and I clung to him, my head nodding as if I were about to pass out and fall asleep at any moment. My father wasn't a sleazy looking old man; in fact, he was quite handsome for a politician his age, which probably made him very popular among the public eye, especially towards women. They say that I got the best from both my parents, and though it was hard to see parts of my father on me, it was probably there somewhere. Probably.

"It's alright. I'll take her home," Mr. Ichinomiya said as he suddenly swooped me up into his arms. "I wouldn't want to trouble you at your birthday party. After all, I've already promised in front of everyone that I'd take care of her." Mr. Ichinomiya smiled, though it was more of a testing smirk. "She's mine after all."

Mr father's eyes crinkled and he beamed back, slightly bitterly but laughed gleefully. "I see. Then I trust that she's in good hands. It's a shame the both of you had to leave so early, but please take care of my precious daughter. After all, I only have one."

"Of course, Counselor."


After dozing off in the car, my eyes fluttered open to the bright lights of Tres Spades hotel, feeling Eisuke's car come to a slow stop. He got out of the car and shut the door, walking around the head of his vehicle and held a hand out to the valet, gesturing him to stay put. Unfortunately for him, I was not willing to wait in order to be escorted out of the car so I unbuckled myself and opened the passenger door myself, stepping out and ignoring the hand he held out to me. I stared at him with my eyes before looking away, tossing my chiffon scarf over my shoulder as I headed towards the entrance of the hotel, entering with my head held high as the doors were opened for me by the door man.

After tossing the handing the keys to the valet and rushing over to catch up with me, he suddenly grabbed my forearm and pulled me back. "I thought you were sick?" he harshly whispered.

"Hm?" I looked up at him and sneered, "Did you really think I was sick? I'm glad to know you're concerned about me." I pulled my arm out of his grasp and clung onto his arm. "Now take me to your suite," I moaned quietly into his ear, "I'm feeling a bit…drunk tonight."

He stared down at me and within a moment, his eyes narrowed before grabbing my wrist, pulling me forcefully over to the elevator, tapping his key against the sensor. His grip on my wrist was tight as we stood together. I suppressed a laugh as I listened to the impatient tapping of his foot on the marble floor.

"My body feels so hot" I cheekily moaned, only loud enough for Eisuke to hear in the empty lobby. I leaned against him as if I was exhausted and sighed out erotically, discreetly rubbing a hand against his crotch. "I want your hard, thick cock inside my pussy. I want it soooo baaad," I teased, looking over our shoulders before running my hot tongue against his exposed neck, breathing against it, tantalizing his skin.

Ding!

As soon as the doors to the elevators opened, he pushed me in and entered, pressing the button for the fiftieth floor and the button to shut the doors immediately before pushing me against the wall, holding my chin up to his face. "You've got a lot of nerve, teasing me like that."

"Did you get excited?" I shamelessly asked, licking my upper lip before leaning up, going in for a kiss that Eisuke didn't let me have.

He glared at me, lifting a knee in between my legs so I wouldn't escape. "I wonder how I shall punish you," he pondered and I scoffed.

"Punish me," I haughtily begged, rolling my head a bit, moaning out as I grinded my pussy against his thigh. I sighed out, leaning forward in order to rub my chest against his onto to have him slam me against the wall of the elevator before ferociously devouring my lips. I could feel his hands on me, exploring my body before running down my sides and running back up with the skirts of my dress, exposing my thighs to him.

He played with the thong I had on underneath before slapping both of my ass cheeks with his hands. Our lips separated with a sharp click as we breathed against each other hard, our noses still touching. "You would wear such lewd underwear to your own father's birthday party?" he asked.

Sensually, I ran my leg up along his as my arms hung over his shoulders. "Only if I know you'll pull them off with your lips," I answered, pulling myself up to wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my cooch against his the hard bulge in his pants, moaning softly, humming gently, and sighing delicately.

With our faces close together, he hungrily kissed me again, grinding against me as well. I sighed out and moaned from the touch of his hot lips as they traveled down my neck and shuddered to the feel of his hot breath, clinging onto him as we dry humped each other. I licked my lips and swallowed excess saliva, softly chuckling to the feel of his bound up cock getting harder and bigger. The sounds of his shallow breaths and deep moans churned a desire that trembled inside my body and I knew I was ready to get fucked hard.

"Eisuke…" I softly cooed into his ear, moaning and sighing out as we felt each other, "When you punish me tonight, don't hold back."

Ding!

"Oh, they're back!"

As soon as the doors opened, I immediately unwrapped my legs as Eisuke let me back down onto the floor gently, allowing me to walk out ahead of him in order to hide the indiscretion in between his legs, though, I couldn't say the same for our hair and the red lipstick stains on his face.

"How was the party?" Ota asked excitedly.

And to that, I simply smiled and answered, "It was utterly boring. Thanks for asking."

Eisuke only grumbled, annoyed to the fact that I would even acknowledge them and pulled on my hand, dragging me upstairs so we could finish what we stared in the elevator.

As soon as we were in the bedroom with the doors locked, I watched him as he immediately began to strip. I watched him as he roughly pulled off his blazer and practically tore off his shirt, rubbing my legs together, resisting the urge to touch myself as I moaned and sighed out, wondering just how he'd punish me tonight.

"Why aren't you undressing?" he asked, confused and annoyed.

I stared at him and giggled, asking dumbly, "Hmm, I wonder why…?" Seeing that annoyed look on his face for some reason just felt sooo gooood, I wanted to see more of it. "Maybe I don't want to," I pondered. "Maybe you don't deserve to see what I have on underneath," I teased. I leaned against the bed, watching as he slowly unbuckled and pulled out his belt. I stared innocently as he folded the belt in one hand and moved over to me menacingly, one step at a time. He towered over me, irritated and I only egged him on. My fingers walked up his pecs and I looked up at him teasingly. "Aren't you going to punish me?" I asked, running my tongue along his collar bone, moaning out only to be interrupted when he pushed me onto the bed and shoved my onto my stomach, flipping my dress over and whipping my ass. I cried out in pain, gripping the sheets before sighing out a whimper, gingerly holding a fist of cold fingers to my lips… It felt so good… "A-again…" I begged.

"Huh?" came his confused voice.

My lips trembled as the pain slowly subsided and I reached down to my pussy with my fingers, slipping them inside my panties and fingering myself. "A-again…please…" I pulled my knees up and leaned against the bed with my ass in the air as I continued to play with myself. I bit my lip, holding back tears but cried out once more when another lash slapped across my ass. I whimpered, shaking to the pain before I relaxed and sighed, continuing to move against my fingers in silence as Eisuke only stared at me, conflicted before he pulled off his pants and climbed onto the bed, pushing away my hand. I could feel his cock line up with my entrance and I looked back at him with teary eyes. "Do it," I said. "Do it," I repeated, licking my upper lip. And just like that, he slapped my ass with his hand and shoved his dick inside my pussy, thrusting me hard and rough, hovering over me and breathing heavily into my ear as I moaned and cried from the painful pleasure of his penetration.


In the dark room, I laid against Eisuke's side with cold fingers pressed against my warm lips, thinking as I stared out into space. My eyes looked up to Eisuke and I propped myself up on an elbow. I stared at his lips and pondered about in my thoughts before leaning close and giving them a small peck. His eyes opened and narrowed at me. "What do you think you're doing?"

My eyes narrowed in return, "I was trying to see if I had any unnecessary feelings for you."

"And do you?" he asked.

I sneered and got up in order to straddle his naked pelvis, running my cold hands up his chest, cocking my head to the side. "No," I answered simply.

"That's good." I straightened my back when he sat up and pushed me down, pressing kisses up my abdomen to my chin. "Because it would be bothersome if you did." I softly sighed to the soft kisses he placed at the nape of my neck. "Were you trying to escape your father's grasp tonight?" he asked.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I already told you—"

"I don't believe you," he interrupted, continuing to caress me with his lips before hovering over me with his large body. "But know this," he declared, leaning close to my face, "That from now on, every year on his birthday, the one who will be defiling you will be me." Our faces moved together when he kissed me. "I've made my decision whether you've made yours or not."

"You are mine," I whispered.