BlueMoon Goddess: Yes I know it's been a long time since I updated, but hey life gets in the way and you can't always find the time. Anyway it shouldn't matter now because I'm here with the new chapter. Also I saw in some of the reviews and some people are hoping that Kisshu gets his act together so Ichigo won't leave him. Well…you'll just have to see if he does or not. And also some of you had even guessed things that are going to happen in the future. I won't say what it is but instead of spoiling it, I'll just let you guys see probably in the next few chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew or its character's they all belong to Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida. Also, all credit for the plot goes to Kayla Perrin's book 'Obsession' since this is where the story comes from.
Summary: After Aoyama confesses to an affair, Ichigo's anger leaves her livid and heartbroken, unable to process his attempt to repair the damage by suggesting she have a tryst of her own. Soon though, with a bit of encouraging from her friends, the idea of sex as retaliation begins to intrigue her, and it just might be what she needs before she can forgive Aoyama. And hooking up with Kisshu who's willing to push the limits of Ichigo's needs fits perfectly. Ichigo's greediness for Kisshu was always about experiencing intensity in the moment, but soon the affair runs its course and now it's time for her to focus on her future…with Aoyama. Except Kisshu is convinced he can't live without her. And one way or another he will have Ichigo, even if it means exacting revenge of his own.
When Kisshu went to work on Monday morning, Ichigo went back to her place. She was glad for the breather, the time away from him. All through Saturday night and Sunday, Kisshu kept her close to him, either always holding her or watching her keenly if she was out of his grasp. Once, he'd come out of the bathroom and looked visibly relieved when he saw her still in the living room, saying he thought he'd heard the sound of the door opening.
He had, but it had only been the pizza deliveryman.
For lack of a better word, Kisshu seemed paranoid.
It had her wondering if he'd driven by her place on Friday night when Aoyama had been there. Had he seen Aoyama's car in the lot and jumped to the wrong conclusion?
More and more, Ichigo thought that was likely the case.
One thing was certain, things couldn't continue much longer the way they were. Without her making some sort of decision. Kisshu's feelings for her had evolved. Deepened. Aoyama wanted her back. And she was ambiguous. On the other hand, maybe she'd met Kisshu because he could be the next great love of her life. Though Ichigo wondered if all they really had in common was their sexual chemistry.
Her heart was still tangled up with Aoyama, which she couldn't deny. It was hard to cut the ties after being with him for so long, but it wasn't impossible. People moved on after a break-up.
If they broke up.
It was all she could think about as she drove home, but once she got to the lot, she put Aoyama and Kisshu out of her mind. She hurried out of her car and rushed to her complex. Kite's food and water remained untouched. She was really starting to worry. It wasn't like Kite to take off and not return. Once, he'd been gone for more than twenty-four hours, but this was longer than that.
Ichigo consumed herself with painting so she wouldn't have to fret about the cat. Not that she could truly erase the unease over her cat's fate from her mind.
At five-thirty, Kisshu called her cell. "Where are you?" He asked her.
"I'm at home." She said.
"No, I'm home and you're not here."
"I mean my home. I'm at my apartment."
"Why?"
"I had to see if my cat came home."
"And did it?"
"No, he's not here." His bowl of food remained untouched, a sure sign that the cat hadn't been back. She didn't want to, but she feared the worst.
"Maybe your boyfriend took him."
"He would've left a note if he had." Ichigo said.
"Not if he wanted to scare you."
"Scare me?"
"I don't trust him." Kisshu said.
Ichigo did believe Kisshu didn't trust Aoyama, but not because of any real concern that he might hurt her, or use the cat to get to her. Kisshu was clearly concerned that she was going to end up reconciling with her boyfriend.
"I want you here." Kisshu went on. "Where I can protect you. Will you come? Now?"
"Okay." She said. "I'm on my way."
She went mostly to pacify Kisshu, because for whatever reason, he was suddenly insecure about her and Aoyama.
Kisshu opened the door for her before she could even knock, indicating he'd been looking out the window, anticipating her arrival. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her for several seconds before releasing her.
"Kisshu." She said softly. "You seem a little, I don't know, stressed, maybe? Like you're worried about me."
"Remember when I told you that I came to Japan to meet a woman?"
"Yes."
"Well, she left me. While I wasn't at home. She packed up her things and left without as much as a goodbye."
"Oh." She said, for lack of anything better to say. "That was really lousy."
"So yes, knowing that you still speak to your boyfriend…I guess I am a little concerned."
"I promise you that I would never do that to you." At the very least, if she ended her relationship with Kisshu, she'd be mature enough to tell him it was over.
Kisshu gave her one hell of a kiss, suctioning his lips to hers, tangling his tongue with hers, as though he hoped to fuse their mouths together. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless. Taking her hand, he tucked it through his elbow. Then he led her to his bedroom where he proceeded to strip her out of her clothes. Slowly. Lovingly. When she asked, his eyes roamed over her body with genuine tenderness in their depths.
"I love you Ichigo." He said. "And I know that in your heart, you love me too."
She didn't answer. She didn't think he wanted her to because he started to kiss her. Slowly…sweetly, with a level of emotion he hadn't displayed before. His hands played over her breasts, kneading her skin, tweaking her nipples to erection. She arched into his touch, moaning softly. Every time Kisshu touched her, she was convinced that in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be.
Kisshu lowered his head, suckled each nipple then dipped his head lower to kiss her abdomen. He skimmed his fingers over her pussy, almost with reverence then stood and kissed her on the lips once more.
"Turn around kitty-cat."
She did, feeling sexy and aroused by the fact that she was completely naked while Kisshu was still fully clothed. A shiver ran down her spine as he kissed the back of her neck. When she no longer felt his hands or mouth on her, she turned to see what he was doing and saw that he had a piece of cloth in his hands. Approaching her, he slipped the material over her eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Kisshu whispered and a wave of sexual longing flowed through her.
"Yes." She said.
He took her hand, led her to the bed and then he left her there.
"Kisshu?"
In a moment he was back, taking one of her wrists in his hand. She felt him wrap something around it. Not a rope, but something silky. He pulled it so that it was tight but not painful. He moved his body over hers and then he was on Ichigo's other side, circling a piece of material around her right wrist.
Tugging on her left wrist, Ichigo found that she could move it only a short distance. 'He must've tied me to the headboard.' She thought.
Whatever Kisshu had done to her left wrist, he did to the right one. And then he was off the bed. Ichigo writhed around a little, pulling on her wrists as she did.
"You're so beautiful."
He took her right foot in his hand, kissed her big toe and flicked his tongue over it. Then he tied both ankles and secured her to the bed. She could feel the heat of Kisshu's gaze on her body, hear his heavy breathing and desire coursed through his veins. He'd never blindfolded her, never tied her up. She'd never been quite at his mercy like this.
And God it was exciting.
The room was hotter today, humid. Or was that just her body? No, Ichigo didn't think so. The air-conditioning wasn't on. But the ceiling fan above the bed was going. As she waited for Kisshu's next move, she suddenly realized that she could no longer hear him. No longer sense him. Was he still in the room? She angled her head to the right, in the direction of the bedroom door, as though that would help her hear better.
"I'm right here kitty-cat." He said softly and her head jerked to the left, where she thought she'd heard his voice. "I think I could look at you and come without touching myself. That's how much you excite me."
And then she heard him moving toward her. Ichigo swallowed, anticipating his touch. Something skimmed her neck, then her cheek. Not his finger, but something soft. It brushed across her neck again then along the underside of her jaw.
"Do you know what I'm touching you with?" Kisshu asked.
She wasn't certain, but she had a pretty good idea. "A feather?"
"Yes, a feather."
The tip of the feather inched its way along her bottom lip. Such a light, wispy touch, but it sent a jolt of heat through her body, causing her to part her lips and emit a shuddery moan. Another stroke. This time across her upper lip. Her naked body quivered. Quivered with anticipation of the pleasure that was to come. The feather traveled lower, over her chin then crossed the expanse of her neck from left to right, right to left, all with agonizing slowness. Then it stopped abruptly. Five seconds went by.
Ichigo held her breath, waiting for what would come next. The blindfold over her eyes prevented her from seeing, but also heightened her sense of excitement. She could hear every sound in the room, smell everything. Mostly, she heard only her own raspy breaths and the whirring of the ceiling fan above the bed. But she could smell the desire in the room, clinging to drops of warm moisture in the air. She could smell the sweat dampening his skin. The scent was musky and heady. And arousing.
When the feather caressed her left nipple, her body jerked, making her wrists and ankles pull against the ties that bound her to the bed.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
"Yes." Ichigo responded, surprised to find her voice faint. "Yes." She repeated, louder this time.
Once again, nothing. Her hips writhed. She groaned softly. She was eager for his touch now, desperate for it.
"Patience kitten." He murmured.
"Easy for you to say." She told him. "You have total control over my body right now."
"Have I disappointed you before?" He asked.
"No." She answered honestly. "Never."
"And I will not disappoint now."
The feather touched down between her ribcage then traveled south, where it dipped into her belly button. It continued its lazy journey into her strip of hair covering her mound then stopped, just when she wanted it most.
She whimpered. "Please, don't make me beg."
He didn't say a word. Several seconds passed and nothing. She strained to hear past the sounds the ceiling fan was making. Soft footfalls on the carpet, then the creaking of a bedroom door.
'What? Was he leaving me here?' She thought.
Ichigo counted ten more seconds and when he didn't return, she began to struggle against the ties that bound her. The headboard rattled as she pulled and yanked, futilely. The knots were too tight preventing her escape. And then she heard the sound of footsteps again. He was coming back into the room. She exhaled audibly.
"Look at you." He said. "Your body is writhing. Did you think I was going to leave you here while I went and watched TV or something?"
She didn't answer. She suddenly felt very foolish. She had been afraid that he'd left her there, totally exposed and helpless to escape until he freed her. She'd been under his complete control before, yet this was the first time she'd felt such a moment of panic.
'Why?' She began to wonder. 'Because he seemed different today. From the moment I'd arrived I could sense a certain intensity level in his looks and his touch. Something…darker.'
"I wouldn't leave you." Kisshu said. "I would never leave you. You and I, we're connected in a way we can't control."
She swallowed. Did she sense something ominous in his tone? Or was she a little unnerved because she was bound and blindfolded? How could a person be unnerved and extremely aroused at the same time?
"Do you trust me?" He asked. He was very close to her now. Maybe a foot away. She could tell by the sound of his voice.
She gyrated her hips, a motion that would please him given the view he had of her pussy with her legs spread the way they were. "Touch me." She said, her chest heaved with each breath. "Touch me before I die."
"Do you trust me?" He repeated, and Ichigo felt the weight of his body on the bed but couldn't tell where he was.
"Yes…yes, I trust you."
"Completely?" Kisshu asked, his warm breath suddenly tickling her clit, and God she almost came.
"Yes, yes, completely. I trust you, please touch me Kisshu." She cried out when something cold and wet stroked her clit. The sensation had her confused. She was expecting the warmth of his tongue.
The cold and wet brushed against her inner thigh now and she finally placed what it was. An ice cube. He stroked her pussy again with the ice cube, her nub clenched and her hips jerked.
"I wonder if I could make you come like this." He said softly and stroked her with the ice again.
"I don't know, it feels good, but it's so cold…"
The bed squeaked as he got up. 'Where was he going now?' She thought. "Kisshu, please." She started to protest.
His lips brushed against hers. They were cold and wet, from the ice. Her body writhed, her not so subtle cue that she wanted him, on top on her, inside of her, fucking her until she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.
He kissed her jaw, then trailed his tongue to her earlobe and suckled. He then whispered to her. "Do you love me?"
"You know I love everything that you do to me." She quickly replied, and that was the absolute truth. She craved this man's touch in a way she wasn't sure was healthy. "Even if you make me wait for it."
The ice cube circled her nipple and her flesh tightened instantly. A moment later she felt the flick of his hot tongue. Just a flick though, not nearly enough. She arched her back pushing her breasts forward.
"Do you love me?" Kisshu repeated.
Slowly Ichigo lowered her back. 'He is different today.' She thought. She didn't know why he was suddenly asking her about love, knowing her situation. Knowing the circumstances under which they'd come together.
"I know you love this." He began stroking her clit with his thumb, back and forth…back and forth.
"Mmm, yes. I love that." She began to pant, close to the edge. "I can never get enough of your hands on my body."
"What about my tongue?" He adjusted his body between her legs and she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation. The moment his tongue came down on her, her hips bucked and she started to whimper.
"Kisshu, I love your tongue, I can't get enough of your tongue, ooohhh."
He suckled her until she was crying from the pleasure and on the verge of exploding. Then he pulled back, denying her for release.
"No, no, please!" She begged. "I need you, Kisshu. I need—"
"Do you love me?" Kisshu asked again.
"Yes!" Ichigo cried out. "I love you. I love you."
"Oh kitten, I love you too." Hastily he untied her legs and hooked them over his shoulders and began to devour her. He sucked, he nibbled, buried his tongue inside her. He ate greedily as though her pussy was the last meal he would ever have.
Ichigo's whole body convulsed as her orgasm gripped her, gripped her harder than anything she'd ever experienced before. It zapped her of her energy, stole her breath. Left her shuddering as though a speeding train had just rocketed through her body.
Even through her pleasure, she was aware that something had changed between them. And Ichigo wasn't sure it was for the better.