Faking Orgasms
The clock on the wall ticked quietly, as if it were afraid that being too noisy would disturb the sole occupant of the room. In the middle of the room sat a large and imposing looking wooden desk, the kind that was made out of actual wood as opposed to press-board. On one end of the desk sat a closed laptop, which sat atop a small stack of paper in a manila folder. On the other end of the long desk was a conference phone that had more buttons than it probably needed in all honesty. It was a neat desk, but looked like it might have been that way more because its owner hadn't spent much time behind it yet.
The office itself was an impressive office. Behind the desk was a wall of windows that looked out on the scenery when the venetian blinds weren't cutting off that view. The other other walls of the office were painted in a soft blue that looked like the kind of colour that had been researched for productivity. The solid oak door had a slim brass handle. There weren't any windows that looked into the rest of the office building, as if to say that a good executive didn't need to see their workers to know if they were working.
Chitoge was sitting in her office chair with her arms crossed, and her eyes closed. She had pulled her hair up into a tight bun that rested low on the back of her head. She had tied it there with her classic red ribbon, letting the ends of the ribbon droop down the back of her neck. On her nose rested the vanity glasses that she wore whenever she was in a serious business mode. She didn't need them to see or anything, but remembered people telling her that they made her look smarter. In the business world looking smarter made the people she was working against anxious and prone to mistakes.
She was waiting. She wasn't exactly sure what she was waiting for. It definitely felt like Raku had been avoiding her, so there was no reason to think that sending a message back to him through one of his lackeys was going to change anything. He'd probably just send in some goons to try and rough her up and give him the lot. Hell, now that she thought about it, he might decide the lot wasn't worth the effort, and she'd end up sitting here stuck with it.
That'd be just her luck. The first real business choice that she had made since coming back had been more of an emotional choice than anything else. It made perfect sense that now it would blow up in her face and she'd be left with a lot, and no idea what to do with it. It had been impulsive, so really she wasn't even sure what it was zoned for.
Chitoge looked over at the conference phone as it beeped at her and the voice of her secretary came through the speaker, "Ma'am. There's someone here to see you." The woman's voice then became distant as she tried to talk to whoever she was looking at. When her voice became clear again it was a little bit more panicked, "He's headed in. I tried to stop him. I'll call security."
Chitoge took a long breath as she pushed a button on the phone, "It's fine. I've been expecting him." She then turned her eyes to the door to her office.
As she had expected, the door opened, and a man wearing a traditional Japanese outfit moved through it. He closed the door behind him, and Chitoge heard the click of him hitting the lock. It was clear that he had very little interest in being removed by security if they were coming.
His messy black hair was kept out of his eyes by simple hair-clips, just like she remembered, but something about him had definitely changed. He moved with a confidence that she didn't associate with him. His shoulders seemed a little bit wider. From what she could see through the flowing fabric of his Japanese attire, he had gotten a little bit more toned than when she had last seen him. She wasn't sure what he had been doing in all that time, but it looked like she wasn't really going to be able to call him a 'beansprout' anymore.
"Hello Chitoge." His voice was as calm and cool as the way that he walked, "It's been a while." Much too calm and cool for the boy that he had been.
She pressed her hands into her desk, using them to push herself up to her feet, "Has it? I hadn't noticed." If he thought he could march in here and act cool, she could show him what cold looked like.
Raku gave a curt nod, "I guess you wouldn't have."
She narrowed her eyes at him and slowly moved around her desk, the fingers of her hand trailing over it's surface as she walked. Just what did he mean by that? Was he suggesting that she hadn't given him, or anything back here a second thought after she left? That wasn't fair. He didn't know her. He didn't know how much she had wished she could have stayed here with all of her friends, and how much it had hurt her heart when she had left for the sake of his happiness. Was he just trying to be cruel to get a reaction out of her?
Chitoge leaned back, half-sitting on the edge of her desk as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Careful. People who hear you talk like that might not think that I'm your girlfriend anymore." It was a subtle threat. She wasn't sure why he was still keeping up the fake lovers act anymore, but if it had kept him from starting a relationship with Onodera it had to be important to him. That was an angle that she knew how to use.
Raku closed his eyes and took a long, slow breath through his nose before speaking, "I just meant with you being so busy with your work." He slowly opened his eyes, and watched her with a look that seemed to pierce right into her soul, "It must have been hard for you to leave something that you have so much passion for behind."
Her lips formed a tight frown. She wasn't sure how best to respond to such obvious baiting, and so she decided to try and ignore it, "So did you just come here to try and get a hold of that parcel of land, or were you hoping I'd help you prove we're 'still a couple' to your family?"
Raku continued to watch her with his intense eyes that hid behind the disinterested expression that he was trying so hard to maintain, "I was hoping to get my plot back." He seemed to think for a moment before adding, "If you can think of something that would make a good report back from my long-distance girlfriend of the past five years, that would probably be helpful as well."
He always knew how to push her buttons. Five years of them being apart hadn't change that at all. She wanted to scream, to punch him, to claw out his eyes and make him apologize. She wanted him to squirm, and to have to deal with how dumb this situation was. She wanted him to feel how she had felt when she had shown up and been left completely on the spot. She wanted to make him uncomfortable.
She smirked as a plan began forming in her head and she put her hands on her hips, "Really? Well, I mean, five years is a long time." Her blue eyes returned that piercing look that he had been shooting at her, "You'll probably need something pretty big for it to be believable, right?"
Raku simply shrugged. He was completely relaxed. Even though he kept his gaze locked on hers, he really seemed like he didn't have a care in the world. Something about this unshakable Raku made her just a little bit angrier. That was good though, that feeling was what had birthed her plan, and it was what kept her from abandoning it before it could grow to fruition.
Chitoge brought her fingers down a little bit, slipping her thumbs into the slits on the sides of her tight business skirt. She pulled up, causing the taught material to bunch up a little bit, and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties. In a single fluid movement she leaned forward and pulled the black lace underwear that she had been wearing down. She kept her eyes locked on his as she stepped out of it one foot at a time and then got back up, leaning back against the edge of her desk again, her legs crossed. He was trying to hide it, but the display had clearly made Raku at least a little bit uncomfortable. Chitoge smiled at the new power she felt.
With part of the elastic waist still around her right thumb, she pulled back on the rest of it with her left hand, shooting it at him as if it were a rubber band, "Maybe they'll believe you if you take that back."
Raku's eyes looked down at where the lacy bit of cloth had landed before him. His eyes then slowly moved back up to Chitoge. He didn't look shaken anymore, and his cool silence was keeping the edge of Chitoge's anger from growing dull. He was supposed to say something. He was supposed to blush like a little boy and stammer, and then run away. For how embarrassing doing something like that had been, he was supposed to at least have a reaction.
She turned her head away, "What? Is that not enough?" She could turn this around if she tried. She pushed back, truly sitting on her desk and smirked, "Maybe if you kiss my shoe I'll give my secretary something to talk about and pretend to moan for you." She uncrossed her legs and presented him with her right foot, "Of course, we both know that a limp-dick beansprout like you could never really make me moan, but she doesn't."
He uncrossed his arms and took a step forward. Finally a reaction. What was he going to do now? Was he going to yell at her and tell her to stop being dumb? Was he going to blush and sputter like the helpless wuss he was? She smiled darkly, knowing that any reaction was going to mean a win for her.
Then he took a hold of her heel, dropped to his knees and kissed the top of her foot. Her mouth opened, and she just barely stopped herself from gasping in shock. She looked down and locked eyes with him as his lips pressed feather-light kisses over the top of her foot. This was definitely not what she had expected. She was sure she could find a way to use this though.
His lips moved to her ankle and she bit her bottom lip. What was he planning?
His kisses traveled up the side of her calf and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Was he trying to get under her skin? It wouldn't work.
He kissed up to her knee, his other hand moving to caress the back of her calf as he straightened out her leg to give him easier access. What was this, some sort of prank that he was trying to pull?
His feather-light kisses moved past her knee, slowly inching towards her thighs. Any minute now he'd stop. She knew he would. This was just him trying to get back at her for the teasing. She wouldn't let him win.
His lips kept moving up, and when his nose found the hem of her skirt, his fingers left her leg, moving to push the garment up a little more, giving him just a little more access to her pale skin. He'd stop if she said something. This was all just a head-game, she was sure of it.
Slowly, inch by inch, the hem of her skirt climbed, and his kisses traveled up her thigh. This was going to far. She should stop him…right?
His kisses had traveled far enough that she felt his cheek brush the sensitive lips between her legs. She shuddered and bit her bottom lip. She knew she could stop the old Raku with a single word. If this had ever happened with the old Raku, it'd just take a noise and he'd let go of her. Of course, there was no world where the old Raku would have been doing this to her. She wondered if today's Raku would stop if she asked. No, she was sure he would. Even with all of the changes, Raku was still Raku. She just had to say stop, and he would.
She didn't. Her fingers held tight to the edge of the desk as she stared down at the head of dark hair that was now between her thighs. She wasn't sure why she couldn't say it. Maybe she wanted to see how far he would take this little joke of his. Maybe the attention that he was pouring onto her body had stolen her voice somehow. Maybe the part of her that still filled her dreams with this kind of scene had over-powered the rest of her brain and was expecting her to wake up at any moment.
An experimental lick ran up the slit of her pussy, and her eyes screwed shut, "Aghn!" Her hands let go of the table, and she clapped them both over her mouth to try and keep the sound from leaving her lips. She lay there, her shoulder blades against the cool surface of the desk, gripping at her mouth. She had made a noise, and then, just like she had expected him to, he had stopped.
Stupid. How could she have been so stupid? Of course he'd stop. This had all just been to make her make a noise. He just wanted to feel like he was the one in control again, and now that he knew he could make her make that kind of embarrassing noise, he'd chuckle and wander off. She opened her eyes slowly and stared up at the ceiling, letting her grip over her mouth loosen.
"Mmmmph!" Her body shook as another long lick danced along the length of her entrance. He was supposed to stop wasn't he? She pressed her open palms tightly against her mouth as Raku continued to draw slow, tortuous licks along the edges of her most intimate opening.
The movements of his tongue seemed experimental. It was like he was looking for something. She had no idea what he planned to find down there, but she did know what the search was doing to her. Shivers ran down her spine, settling deep in her core. It was like he was courting them there with his tongue, inviting all of the loose energy of her body to settle in the place between her legs.
He parted her lower lips with his tongue, his exploration moving deeper into her most hidden space. Her eyes screwed shut again as she kept herself from moaning out with her hands. It occurred to her that she may have made a mistake, as closing her eyes had left her mind with little to work with but how his tongue moved between her folds. When she thought about it, she had made a lot of mistakes in the last ten minutes that had probably directly led to.
Her hips shuddered slightly as his tongue curled up, drawing back to him. It felt like he was trying to draw something out of her and into him. She shook her head a little bit, trying to get that thought out of her head. He continued to slowly lap at her pussy, collecting the moisture that was the product of her excitement with every long lick.
When the tip of his tongue brushed against a bead of nerves on one of it's outward journeys, she arched her back involuntarily. The thought of stopping him was a distant memory. Now she found herself a slave to the powerful sensations that rocked through her body, causing her to try and adjust herself in ways that would give him easier access.
He had taken notice of her reaction, and paid careful attention to the small nub that had presented itself to him. Her breath was sharp ragged gasps through her nose as he continued his work on her clit. She knew that if she took her hands from her mouth that nothing but moans and indecent cries would pass her lips. She may not have been able to remember why she was trying to be quiet anymore, but she knew that was a battle that she'd lose if she didn't fight with everything she had to stay silent.
The sparks of pleasure continued to shoot through her body. She could feel her body begin to tense up as the sensations were becoming more than she was able to handle. Soft whispers of noise slipped past her fingers. Her toes curled and and all at once her body was on fire with pleasure. Fireworks of light burst behind her eyelids as her body arched again and the muscles of her pussy spasmed desperately, orgasm overtaking her body.
She continued to shudder slightly as she lay over the top of her desk, her sweat causing the fabric of her white shirt to stick to her skin. Her chest rose and fell with every gasp of air that she took into her burning lungs. The smooth surface of the desk felt so cool when she compared it against her body which still burned with the intensity of her pleasure. Her vision was still hazy when she was finally able to open her eyes and look up at the ceiling of her office.
She heard Raku move to get up, and her eyes flicked down, slowly gaining focus and turning him from a blur back into the man who had come into her office. She had expected some sort of smug smirk, or a triumphant look now that he had clearly beaten him, but she didn't see it. Instead she just saw those intense eyes that had looked straight into her heart from before.
He took a moment before finally speaking, "You're probably right." When he smiled he looked every bit the innocent, kind, and insecure Raku that she had fallen for all those years ago, "No one would have believed it if you moaned." With that he turned and left her office, only stopping to collect the underwear that she had shot at him.
She lay there, staring at the door as it closed. Her shaking fingers left her lips and moved down to her throat where she felt her pulse still beating hard and fast like a jackhammer. She slowly pulled herself back up into a sitting position on the edge of her desk, her arms falling down, her hands collecting in her lap.
After a long moment of recovery, she felt a single whisper cross her lips, "…fuck."