Morg: Heyo! I'm really liking this story more and more.

Ikuto: You know me too.

Amu: Not me!

Morg: I don't know why. Ikuto takes care of all of your needs.

Ikuto: Yeah all of them. Clothing, food, place to live, se-

Amu: She doesn't own it!

~Indebted~

Standing in front of the giant windows in Ikuto's apartment, Amu picked at the clothing she'd even bothered to put on. There wasn't really a point since it was going to be taken off her again and again. She and Ikuto had sex at least three times a day. Constantly searching for the articles of clothing that he threw off her wasn't how she wanted to spend her time after he'd gone back down to his office. He'd only scatter them again after he returned a few hours later.

Amu sighed as she leaned her forehead against the cool glass. The man was a bastard for sure. Unfortunately, she didn't hate him as much anymore. He was too kind for her to stay mad at him for long. That didn't mean she was okay with being his sex slave. Then again, at the moment she didn't really have a choice. The last time she'd asked to go home hadn't ended well. Amu had all but given up.

The door of the apartment clicked open then shut. The lock slid home before footsteps made their way down the hall. She heard them stop shortly after. Amu figured that Ikuto was checking their bedroom for her. The footsteps started up again. Amu moved her head off the glass. Wrapping her arms around herself, she waited for Ikuto to find her. It never took him long to do so.

"Amu-sama, Ikuto-sama asked me to inform you that your apartment has been sold."

Amu spun around to find Kairi standing before her. So it wasn't Ikuto walking through the apartment. After processing what he'd said tears brimmed her eyes. "What do you mean he sold it? I have stuff there!"

Kairi pushed his glasses up his nose. "I am only to inform you, Amu-sama. I did not make the decision."

Collapsing to her knees Amu buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She knew that Kairi was gone because the door to Ikuto's apartment opened and closed again. It wasn't the assistants fault, but Amu couldn't help but still be angry with him. With her back against the wall of windows, Amu cried until she had no tears left to cry for the day.

Even if she left now, there was no longer a home for her to return to. Whoever had bought it had probably thrown out all of her old stuff. All those memories. All her precious items were gone forever.

Returning from his office for lunch, Ikuto found Amu sitting in front of the windows in the dining room. Scolding her as he pulled her to her feet, the man carried her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her after getting no response. She wouldn't even look at him.

Amu clenched her teeth as she felt fresh tears building in her eyes. She'd thought she'd cried them all. Ikuto's behaviors made her feel like she was on a roller coaster. Most of the time, if she did whatever he wanted, then he was caring and kind and she couldn't bring herself to hate him completely. He had saved her from something far worse than being with him.

Without responding to the man she lived with, Amu allowed for Ikuto to strip her, wash her body and dry her off once he was finished. She didn't know whether to be grateful or not that he hadn't gotten into the tub with her. Having sex at the moment probably would have just ended with her crying while he fucked her. It wasn't pleasant to think about.

Frustrated that Amu wasn't responding to him at all, Ikuto pressed a little harder as he helped her put clean clothes on. He'd known that she wasn't going to take the news of him selling her apartment well. That was the point of sending Kairi to tell her. "You seem unusually distracted this afternoon, Amu-koi."

Amu didn't respond. Her eyes met his in the mirror. She could see the confusion in his gaze as he searched her gaze for what she was feeling. Amu's sadness and shock turned to anger. She'd let him do whatever he wanted for the past week. She'd barely fought any decision he'd made concerning her, but this was too far. He was throwing away all of her things.

Her eyes turned cold as she glared at him through the reflective surface. She watched his eyes widen in surprise. It made her feel good to know that he wasn't expecting her anger. "I don't need any more of your kindness. Let me go home!"

Ikuto grabbed her arms. His grip was so tight that it made her flinch a little. "I though Kairi came up here before to tell you that this is the only home you have left."

Amu tried to break free of his hold, but Ikuto kept her in place. He frowned at her through the mirror as she struggled against him. "Then at least let me get my things!"

Ikuto pushed her against the sink and pressed his body up against her back. "There's nothing left there for you. I'll buy you anything you want. This is your life now. You are mine!"

Tears sprang from Amu's eyes but they were out of anger this time. "You bastard! I have important things there! You can't just throw them away!"

Ikuto had enough. He was glad that she was finally showing some kind of emotion after the state he found her in, but she was taking it too far. "I can and I will. All of your precious things will be tossed out tomorrow."

Screaming and fighting the best she could, Amu called Ikuto every horrible name she could think of as he dragged her down the hall towards his room. Even after he threw her on the bed, she continued to fight. Not even with her hands being tied behind her back as he straddled her did she quit.

Ikuto paid no mind to her screaming as he ripped the clothes he'd just dressed her in from her body. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her too much. Amu cried out in pain as he roughly took her from behind. Still, he wasn't about to let her feel any pleasure for the way she'd been treating him. Ikuto slammed in and out of her until he came. Collapsing on top of her, he pulled out before rolling to his side. With one hand behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling. The afternoon hadn't played out like that in his head. Sure, he'd been planning to console her, but not like this.

With no voice left, Amu stopped screaming. Instead of letting Ikuto see her holding back her tears she kept her face firmly down in the pillows of the bed. This place would never be her home. She hated it here and she hated him. One tear managed to escape past her barrier. It didn't make a sound as the pillows soaked it up.

Staring at the ceiling, Ikuto waited until his heart quit pounding like it was going to break his ribs. When he was certain that her breath had evened out, he grabbed her arm so that she could lie on her back as well. With her head nestled beneath his shoulder, her body pressed firmly against his own where it belonged. "Have you calmed down yet?"

Amu glared at the ceiling. "You think raping me is going to calm me down? You're one twisted fuck."

Ikuto frowned. He didn't like it when his Amu used that language. She was too beautiful and pure to be saying those kinds of words. "Don't speak to me like that."

"Or what? You going to rape me again? Let me tell you! I'm used to it now. You can't hurt me anymore!"

Ikuto moved faster than she thought causing Amu to gasp in surprise when he was suddenly over her. "It was never my intention to hurt you." His gaze was so sorrowful that she almost gave in. "Why can't you understand that this is your life now?"

Turning her head away, Amu didn't try to resist when Ikuto pulled her back to face him. "And if I don't want this life?"

Ikuto frowned. "There's no way out of it. You're indebted to me. I can do whatever I wish with you." Amu glared up at him as his hand caressed her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple making it hard. "Your body seems to like it here. When is your mind going to come to terms as well?"

Desperately wanting to spit in his face but raised better than that, Amu allowed Ikuto to touch her. Fuck this bastard if he thought she was going to give in so easily. "You may own my body but you'll never own my heart."

Her statement saddened him for only a moment before he smirked. "We'll see about that."

His mouth moved down to hers and Amu struggled to turn away from his kiss. She expected him to get angry with her again but he didn't. Ikuto maintained his slow pace. His hand on her chin prevented her from moving her head away. His free hand roamed her body until it found her nest of curls.

"Since you agree that I own your body, we're going to clean it up a little. These." He tugged at the curls between her legs. "Are going to go."

Gasping as he slowly inserted a finger into her already wet heat, Amu gasped as he went straight for the spot he knew would make her moan. She tried to hold it in, but whimpers made it past her lips.

Smirking, Ikuto kissed her once more. Trailing his tongue, lips and teeth down her slender neck to her beautiful shoulder, he held her firmly in place as she struggled a bit against his hold. This time, he would make certain that she felt too much pleasure, if there was such a thing.

A second finger joined the first, hitting more of that bundle of nerves deep inside of her. She bit her tongue while trying not to make a sound.

The smirk that he wore only grew as he felt her breathing quicken. She might hate him at the moment, but he knew that raping her would leave her feeling powerful. Making her enjoy what he was doing leveled the playing field for Ikuto. If he met her needs along with her own, Amu couldn't say she completely hated it. There was no doubt that he was playing dirty, but for Amu, he'd do anything except let her go.

Amu managed to keep her noises locked inside by breathing hard through her nose. Concentrating on her breathing only helped so much. Especially when Ikuto worked a third finger into her. This wasn't about stretching her out to get her ready for his cock. No, this was about pressing all the right spots inside of her. The ones that he seemed to find without difficulty.

Wanting to scream in frustration due to how gently Ikuto was being with her, how caring he seemed to be, Amu bit down her lip. Why couldn't he act like the bastard she knew him to be?

"Come on Amu. I know you're almost at your limit. Cry out for me nice and loud."

Shaking her head, Amu squeezed her eyes shut tighter. At the brink and ready to plummet into pleasure, the pinkette tried desperately not to. He was working her up more and more. He hit that spot hard while rubbing her clit with his free hand.

Unable to stop her body's natural reaction to pleasure, Amu screamed as she came on his hands. Her body convulsed as waves of satisfaction ran through her. The captive girl couldn't do anything but lie there and pant.

Ikuto smirked up at her before lowering his head to lick up the mess she'd made. With his eyes on Amu, he noticed that she was refusing to look at him. That didn't matter so much. Not with his tongue running against her sensitive folds. Her body's reaction told him that she found what he was doing to be a good thing as she jolted with every touch of his tongue.

Sitting up, Ikuto placed himself between her still spread legs to let his eyes roam over her naked body. Perfection, thy name is Amu. "I think your body loves me very much. Shall I show your body how much I love it?"

Amu didn't have a chance to respond. Not with him pushing his cock into her in one swift move. The only sound that was able to come out of her mouth was a moan.

"See how much it loves me? It sucks me in all the way until there's nothing left to take."

With the want to cover her ears and block out all of his words, Amu kept her eyes clenched shut as Ikuto set a slow pace. His words were almost degrading. It was bad enough for her to be so powerless to stop him but even worse that it felt so good having him in her. She felt whole. "No!" She couldn't feel this way. "No, no, no, no, no!"

Ikuto chuckled as he kept his steady pace. Her cries of 'no' turned into moans as he managed to keep hitting that spot with every thrust. "No what Amu? No as in for me to stop or no as in you don't want it to feel good? You're so tight around me that you can't want me to stop."

Tossing her head from side to side, Amu felt herself getting hotter. Words that should have made her angry made her skin feel like it was on fire. The hands that she was supposed to hate left shivers in their wake as they roamed across her stomach, hips, thighs, and breasts. He kissed every inch he pleased to. Amu tried to think of herself somewhere else, but his slow pace brought her back with every thrust.

"Please Ikuto," she cried out suddenly. She didn't want to do this but he was driving her mad. "Ikuto…"

He didn't stop his actions as he took her chin and pulled her face to force her to look into his eyes. "Please what?"

Amu hated herself. She didn't want to say it and he knew exactly what her body needed. What she needed. "Please, harder."

Ikuto smirked and picked his thrusts up a notch. He didn't go as hard and he knew she wanted him too. She'd have to be more specific for that. He was punishing her after all. "Do you want me to pound my dick into your pussy harder, Amu?"

She whimpered and moaned as he slammed into her. It wasn't enough and they both knew it. "YES! Please Ikuto!"

He kissed her hard, making sure to bruise her delicate lips. "Only if you never leave me."

Amu wasn't thinking anymore about anything that wasn't the pleasure coursing through her body searching for a release. She nodded and Ikuto adjusted her legs so he could slam into her harder and deeper. Screaming as she came again, Amu panted as her vision turned white.

Ikuto continued to thrust in and out of her tight heat while her body constricted and relaxed around him. The way her walls moved around his cock brought him to his climax and shoved him over the edge.

Panting, Ikuto pulled out once more to roll off Amu for the second time that afternoon. This time, she had joined him in satisfaction. Lifting himself to look down at how her beautiful body looked so flushed due to their love making, Ikuto ran one hand across her stomach. She always looked amazing after they had sex. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of seeing her in this state.

Facing away, Amu tried to hold back her blush. They may have just had sex, but he didn't need to stare so openly at her naked body. She wished he'd untie her hands from behind her back and return the feeling to her fingers. "Please untie me."

Ikuto smirked as she still refused to look at him. "Give me the best kiss you got and I'll think about it."

Closing her eyes before taking a deep breath, Amu turned towards Ikuto. She met his gaze. They looked different somehow, but she figured that was due to the lust that probably filled them. He could screw her whenever and wherever he pleased, and yet he still lusted after her body. Not daring to move, she stared up at him, waiting for the kiss he demanded.

Chuckling, Ikuto continued to smirk. He knew that she was waiting. "I said you have to give me the kiss."

Amu's eyes widened slightly. Kissing him was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment, however, her fingers were threatening to fall off and it was uncomfortable. In the end, she tried. Picking up her head in an attempt to reach him, Amu found that she couldn't. "Ikuto, help me."

Smiling as she whined, Ikuto pulled the pinkette up to set her in his lap. With their new position, she was capable of reaching his lips. He didn't need to do a thing to help her, which was exactly what he wanted.

Blushing as she avoided looking at his face, Amu stared over at the wall for a moment. Nothing had changed except how they were positioned and she still felt exposed on his lap as she was. Knowing that she'd lose her courage if she spoke, Amu leaned in to kiss him. It was gentle and chaste. At first. As much as she wanted to feel nothing, her lips tingled as she pressed them to his. Slowly her tongue slipped out to run across his bottom lip. She felt Ikuto smirk before opening his mouth and allowing her tongue in. Amu explored before having her tongue dominated by Ikuto.

He was in heaven. His Amu was actually kissing him. Now all he needed was for her to do it by choice rather than by force. Smirking into the kiss again, he moved his hands up to where her hands were tied behind her back. Pulling back to break the kiss, Ikuto panted against Amu's lips as she returned the favor. "I guess that kiss earned your hands their freedom."

Rubbing her sore wrists, Amu attempted to move off Ikuto's lap. His hands kept her hips from going far. "Please let me go."

Ikuto's expression turned a little hard. "Never."

XXX

The door clicked shut as usual. Ikuto had woken her up before he left for work to get a quickie in. She knew that he'd be back around lunch time for the lunch she was to make for him and for her body. Once he joked about getting aroused whenever he was hungry since mealtime meant that he was going to get Amu as well.

Getting up from his bed, Amu left for the bathroom so that she could shower before he returned. Not that it would do much.

Amu did what she usually did until it was time to make his lunch; she sat around and stared at the walls. She tried to think of a plan to escape, but there wasn't much hope for her. At one point during the night he'd tried to convince her of that fact by pointing out that she'd have to use the elevator and he'd know if it went past his floor.

Nearing the time that Ikuto typically returned, Amu headed into the kitchen to make something for him to eat. If he didn't have food to eat then he'd just spend his whole lunch break fucking her. Amu learned pretty fast to make him lunches.

The door clicked open alerting her to his arrival just as she finished his food. She brought it into the dining room so he could eat it at the table. Ikuto was already in his usual chair. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap before she could get away. "I missed you this morning, my Amu."

Rolling her eyes, Amu thanked the heavens that he couldn't see her do it. The words he wanted to come out of her mouth weren't going to. "You should eat before it gets cold."

Sighing, Ikuto looked at the plate before him. Bits of steam rose from the food she'd prepared. "You didn't miss me at all?"

Amu wondered, in silence, if her eyes really would get stuck if she rolled them too much. At times like this, she'd learned to keep her silence. There was no way that she was going to lie, and her answers usually got her into trouble.

"I bet your body did."

The way he whispered against her ear sent shivers coursing through her body. It definitely wasn't due to the promise that his voice held, or his husky tone.

Chuckling at the reaction he'd seen and felt, Ikuto placed a kiss against the back of the pinkette's neck before allowing her to get off his lap. As badly as he wanted to feast upon her, he needed to actually eat. That and her food always tasted better than anything else he ate.

After his plate was empty, Ikuto stared at her. Amu kept her distance while watching the busy streets from the window. Just like every other day, it wouldn't be long before he'd be behind her to claim her. Amu hated how excited that thought made her feel. No matter how much she swore to hate him, something held her back.

Sure enough Ikuto made his move. His arms wrapped around her waist and his chin moved to her shoulder. "Delicious."

Amu suppressed a smile. She was glad he always liked what she made for him. His lips moved to her neck before trailing along her shoulders. His hands were already inside her shirt, skittering across her naval. She shivered under his touch.

Ikuto was about to spin her around when his cell phone rang. He snatched it out of his pocket. "What do you want?"

Amu stared at the window. She could see his reflection in the glass and he didn't look happy. She wasn't too happy with herself for being frustrated by the interruption. Amu couldn't help but be pleased that he only listened for a few seconds before hanging up. Not wanting to admit it to herself, she waited for him to continue with his caresses.

Ikuto was pissed. He had to cut his lunch short to fix some stupid problem, meaning he didn't get his afternoon delight and he'd be working late. "I'm sorry, I have to go. See you tonight."

Twirled in his arms at his command, Amu felt her lips being crushed by his before Ikuto left her standing in the middle of the dining room feeling completely aroused. For as much as she wanted to scream at him to come back, Amu could admit that that meant that she wanted him to touch her. That her body needed him to touch her.

The door clicked shut and she waited for the resounding sound of the lock sliding home. It never came.

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Morg: Oh shit! What's Amu going to do?

Amu: Run for it, duh!

Ikuto: You better not. I'll just find you and drag you back anyways.

Morg: I guess you'll just have to wait until the next chapter.

Ikuto: Review! Dear God in heaven review!

Fuck the police.