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10-10-2-Do-Me
Chapter 33
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Kaiba knew it was highly improbable, but he was half convinced his blood had been replaced with pure gasoline—no, napalm. Napalm was surging through his veins setting every inch of his skin into a blazing inferno. But the very thing that lit the military grade fuel had to be a well hid match on the tip of Isis' tongue. First her lips pressed urgently against his and rather than wait, that sneaky tongue dipped behind his lips and teeth, seeking out his own wet appendage. And fuck if it didn't feel amazing. Kaiba couldn't get enough of the hot wet slick of their tongues dancing between their lips. He loudly breathed through his nose, unable to keep his breathing even, as his tongue loudly and messily twined with Isis'.
Isis too was breathing harshly. She didn't expect to lose control so quickly, but she had to taste him – experience him. She pulled back for a breath only for Kaiba to bury a hand in her hair.
"Come here." Kaiba leaned forward and settled her bottom lip between his teeth before he guided her possessively back to his opening mouth.
The demand for further kisses caused a small purr to bubble from her lips. She eagerly returned to the seemingly never-ending fervent kiss.
Kaiba dropped his hands to her hips. He took his time bunching up the bottom of her dress, his hands loudly smacking down on her bare bottom, before giving those cheeks a good squeeze.
Isis moaned and pushed her body more into his chest, more into his hands. She kept one arm secure around his neck but took her now free hand south. She settled on the buckle of his pants before making the bold decision to lower and grab. She moaned at what she felt.
Kaiba pulled back, her bottom lip once more between his teeth. "Fuck…" He hissed, her lip popping from the hold.
Isis, utterly turned on by the raspy curse, kept eye contact with Kaiba as she opened his jeans. She pulled the fly down and made a show of licking the palm of her hand. Said hand disappeared beneath his expensive boxer-briefs.
The first jerk of her wrist had Kaiba slamming a hand on the wall behind her to stabilize himself. The second tug had him licking his lips, briefly closing his eyes because fuck it felt so much better when someone else was doing it. By the third pull, this one tighter and more confident than the others, Kaiba had to face a shocking reality.
"Fuck, stop."
Isis paused her hand, "Are you…" She shifted her hand and he throbbed angrily in her hand. "You are…"
Kaiba felt his cheeks pinken.
Isis leaned in, smiling as she pressed her lips sweetly to his. "I think I'll enjoy watching you come in your pants."
Kaiba let out what he found to be an embarrassing groan as Isis' hand sped up. "Not…happening…"
"Oh?" Isis' tone was playful. "Are you challenging my capabilities?"
Kaiba leaned in, both palms now pressed to the wall on either side of Isis' head, "Do it…if you can."
The smirk that came across Isis' mouth was extremely familial. Had she been wearing her blonde wig; the family resemblance would be undeniable. Isis kept the pressure firm, the grip not too tight, and pressed her lips to Kaiba's ear. "I've already made you come so many times before. How is this any different?"
"Oh fuck…" She wasn't wrong and the very idea of blurring the lines between their alter egos was undoubtedly hot.
Isis' tongue traced the shell of his ear. "You like the sound of my voice?"
Kaiba didn't respond, only focused on not ruining his pants.
Isis took her free hand to join the other in action, double fisting Kaiba. "You're so hard…"
Kaiba clenched his teeth. Isis was not doing one of their roleplays right now. How many times did he envision her touching him and speaking these words?
"You're so big in my hand, it's why I have to use both." Isis wasn't just stroking his ego, no pun intended.
Kaiba braced his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, panting against her lips.
Isis pressed her lips to his in a barely-there kiss and wantonly moaned, "Please sir, come all over me." She watched with delicious satisfaction as Kaiba grit his teeth, his hips stuttering into her hands, as hot seed spilled against his pants and her fingers. The groan he let out rumbled deeply in his chest, making Isis incredibly warm between her thighs. She casually wiped any mess from her hands on his pants, seeing as they were already ruined.
Kaiba didn't listen to his body requesting he pause and catch his breath. Instead, he hoisted her up, so they were level for another heated smooch, pressing her into the wall.
Isis immediately wrapped her legs around his middle, gently rolling her hips into his. During the kiss, she reached for Kaiba's shirt buttons. Between kisses she dutifully undid each button.
Kaiba pulled back and gravelly demanded, "Don't waste time."
Not skipping a beat, Isis braced the lapels and ripped the shirt down the middle. The buttons clattered helplessly against the floor. From there she wrestled the shirt down his shoulders. Rather than wait for Kaiba to take it the rest of the way off, Isis leaned in latched that dangerous mouth to his throat.
Kaiba gritted his teeth to keep a moan in. Something about the way her tongue flicked against a certain spot, set another fire through him.
Isis had every intention of continuing the torment to his neck, but rather than tell her to stop, Kaiba set her back to the floor. Isis leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. She felt like there was something to say, but she couldn't find her words. Were they moving to fast? Did more need to be discussed?
But words weren't necessary for Kaiba. It was his turn to be all eye contact. He dropped down on his knees, still appearing tall. He grabbed one of her legs under the thigh and lifted it over the closest shoulder.
"W-what are you doing?" Isis hated how much her voice wavered when she spoke, after performing confidently before. But the anticipation left her whole body shaking.
Kaiba didn't immediately respond. He was too focused on the wet spot of Isis' panties. So many times, he'd thought about just how wet she could get, now it was mere inches from his face. And he was dying for a taste. "What do you think I'm doing?"
Isis took in a stabilizing breath and reached down, holding the bottom of the dress up so he had an even better view. She felt the action was so shameless, but it only seemed to further turn Kaiba on.
Kaiba took a sharp inhale. "Tell me what you want me to do." His eyes looked away from the prize and up to her hazy eyes.
Isis licked her lips, her cheeks flushing. "Eat me."
Kaiba didn't need any further instruction. As he'd promised so many times on the phone and via video call, he pressed his lips against her through her panties. His tongue flicked back and forth, growing the damp spot further.
Isis could already feel her legs starting to shake and Kaiba had yet to really get started. She braced a hand on his free shoulder, not sure if she'd be able to keep her balance.
Kaiba inhaled her scent and reached forward. He used his index and middle finger to pull her panties to the side. "Fuck…" She was so incredibly wet. Glistening. He extended his tongue and lapped from bottom to top, tasting her honey. He followed that lick with a few more. On the last one he paused at the top and rapidly flicked his tongue across her nub. He stared up at Isis face.
Isis had her free hand buried in Kaiba's hair as she moaned loudly. "Uh-uhng…" The kitten licks felt amazing but when he wrapped his lips around and sucked, she whimpered, her legs shaking more. The sucking was soon accompanied with periodic tongue flicks and the sound that came out of Isis was both embarrassing and exhilarating.
Kaiba groaned against her sex, drunk off the taste. His neck moved more methodically as he found the right rhythm. He inserted his index finger and felt just how soaked and tight she was. He could feel himself stir in his pants.
"M-more," Isis breathed out. When she felt that second finger slip in her eyes rolled back. "Y-yes, e-eat meee—!" Her balancing leg's toes curled, pushing her up on her tip-toes. She slowly swiveled her hips while holding his head steady and helplessly moaned.
Kaiba worked his fingers faster, his mouth and tongue were back working overtime.
Isis felt her voice rise in pitch, face further flushed. She worked her hips more freely, grinding against Kaiba's face; his tongue and lips feeling amazing sliding up and down her sensitive area, his fingers still working their way in and out.
"Just like that…" The words were slightly muffled, but Kaiba knew she heard clearly when she whined. He looked up to find Isis staring down at him. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth set in a grimace, her body shaking. He didn't think she could get any hotter.
"I'm…" Isis felt like she wasn't going to be able to keep upright with a swiftly growing tingle starting to throb from her pelvis into her thighs and stomach. "…" She meant to say something but instead a loud whine choked from her throat. Her body went rigid followed by those delicious tremors. She accidentally pulled Kaiba's hair as she shook against the wall, trying her best to stay upright.
Kaiba slipped his wet fingers from her body and gripped the leg over his shoulder, making sure she was able to remain standing. When she was no longer shaking, he gently removed her leg from his shoulder. Slowly she slid down the wall and came to a seat before him. Her chest was rising and falling, still trying to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were locked in on his.
Isis dropped her eyes down to the renewed bulge in his expensive undergarments and unconsciously licked her lips. She wrapped her arms back around his neck and once more covered his mouth with hers, tasting herself on his lips.
Kaiba eagerly kissed her back and pulled her into his lap. He could feel her grind against him through his boxer-briefs.
Between heated kisses, Isis desperately moaned, "…Inside me…now…"
Kaiba felt something inside him give way. He lost the last bit of resolve he had and grabbed Isis. He pushed her up against the wall, both of them standing on their knees. He flipped her dress up and tucked it into itself. He grabbed either end of the thong and snapped the material. It fell to the floor below her spread knees, her gasping in anticipation. Kaiba pulled his pants down to release himself. He was so hard; he didn't even have to hold himself. Instead, he spread Isis' cheeks with both hands and gradually drug the bulbous head of his shaft against her dripping entrance.
Isis huffed in frustration and utter arousal. "Now is the time to benefit from your impatience." She forced her hips back, her swollen lips wrapping around the tip. They both groaned.
Kaiba started the process of unhurriedly pushing inside of Isis and fuck she was sucking him in. He growled deeply in his chest; he wrapped his arm around her neck, her chin sitting where the crook of his arm met his elbow. He pressed his forehead into the side of her head. He deeply moaned in her ear, "Fuck baby…"
Isis' whole body shook by the delicious stretch and fullness he was filling her with. The moaning in her ear, hot and raspy, only made the process that more decadent. Her left hand grabbed his forearm around her neck and gripped the sinewy flesh. "S-so so good…"
Kaiba came to a complete stop when hips pressed insistently into Isis' bottom. He was all the way in, and he was huffing in her ear, trying his best not to further lose control. She was sizzling, soaking wet, and fluttering around him. "Ungh…shit…" He felt himself regaining that resolve until it instantly shattered.
Isis took her sweet time working her hips in a figure 8. She couldn't stop shaking; he was so hard, hot, and she could feel him throbbing deep inside her. She wanted every inch and had to make sure every last bit of him was inside her. "Yeah…mmm…" Her right hand flew back and dug her nails into the side of his back.
Kaiba hissed in her ear, "You want me to destroy you, don't you?"
"Y-yeah…take me…" Isis didn't even know what she was saying at this point.
Kaiba immediately pulled his hips back and slammed forward. He almost shouted as he repeated that action with his hips back-to-back. He could feel drool collecting under his tongue.
Isis couldn't even hold her head up anymore, she simply rested it into Kaiba's arm that was still securely around her neck. "Give it me to me," she demanded in a strained whine.
Kaiba grabbed Isis' hip with his free hand and started thrusting into her in earnest. The hallway echoed with the sound of his hips slamming into her bouncing cheeks. He kept his head pressed against the side of hers, growling in her ear as he took her hard and fast.
Isis greedily forced her hips back, trying to meet every thrust with her own. She whimpered into his arm, mouth hanging open as she wordlessly begged for it.
"You like it rough, don't you?"
"Mmhm," was Isis' breathy reply.
Kaiba adjusted their position just slightly. He pressed both of his hands into the wall for better leverage and worked his hips in a languid fluid motion.
Isis helplessly reached up and grabbed his wrists for leverage, riding those hard grinds with the undulation of her hips. She even spread her legs just a little bit more, riding the motion of his grinding.
"Mmm, fuck Isis," Kaiba groaned as he returned to those hard thrusts. He reached up and pressed his hand into the back of her neck. "Arch your back for me."
Isis bit her lip as she lowered herself down, perfectly arching her back and working her hips back, her ass bouncing against his hips.
Kaiba reached down smacking her bottom before gathering those cheeks into each hand, spreading her open. He watched himself disappear deep inside before just the tip was left, and he forced his hips forward. She was frothing over his length and the filthy squelching only made the exchange hotter.
Isis had her face buried in the crook of her arm as tears collected in the corners of her eyes. He was in so damn deep and the power behind the thrusts were perfectly driving her to a place she'd never been before. She didn't even recognize her voice as it raised in pitch; was she ever this whiny? A sob choked any remaining words as Kaiba grabbed the arm hiding her face and used it for leverage as he plowed into her. "Yes-yes-yes-yes—" She babbled.
Kaiba completely lost himself in what was transpiring. He was loudly moaning as his hips surged forward, no longer caring about taking his time, only focused on bringing Isis to end. But the marble flooring was taking its toll on his knees; he could only imagine how bruised hers would be tomorrow. He reached down and wrapped his arm around her middle pulling her up. His hand wrapped firmly around her throat and squeezed. "I can't fuck you properly out here."
Isis surely disagreed with that statement. "Y-you can." She couldn't fathom the idea of him stopping now.
"No." Kaiba slipped out only for Isis to flip onto her back and lock her legs around his waist, slowly grinding her soaking center against his throbbing erection. He smirked at the shameless display. He removed her legs and stood up.
Before Isis could find a response to his lack of action, she squawked as he reached down, easily hoisting her across his shoulders. She tried to hide her giggles but the absurdity of Kaiba transporting her like a carrying pole moving fresh water to a village, was just too funny.
Even Kaiba had a small smile on his lips knowing how ridiculous they looked. But Isis couldn't be trusted and carrying her like a slaughtered boar was the best way to successfully get to the bedroom. But that moment of humor was lost as soon as he stepped into the bedroom. He tossed Isis onto the bed.
Isis didn't bounce much as she landed on the expensive mattress. She looked over in the dark of the bedroom, only the lights of the city illuminating through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. There she watched Kaiba eagerly remove the remainder of his clothes.
"Like what you see?" Kaiba smirked as his underwear dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of hit, standing completely nude before the bed.
Isis would be full of it if she answered negatively. Kaiba's body was just as immaculate as he very well saw himself. Which is why she couldn't give him the joy of praise. Instead, she made sure he watched her fully undress. She dropped her heels, dress, and bra onto the floor.
Kaiba intensely stared at every inch of revealed skin. He was trying to commit as much as possible to memory.
Isis wasn't a fan of the staring and if she thought about it too much, she'd lose her edge. She stood up on her knees and asked, "Have you lost your sense of urgency?"
Kaiba scoffed as he pushed Isis onto her back and flipped her over. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed. He pressed his hips into her bottom, pinning her arms to the comforter by her wrists. "You're so greedy." He nosed along her ear and jaw.
"More than you?" Isis lifted her hips and swirled them in that familiar figure 8, his erection dragging over her cheeks and occasionally slipping between them.
Kaiba sat back a little so he could watch the motions in delicious fasciation. "Mmmm, to be decided…" He stood up straighter and spread his stance a little wider. He felt his big toe touch the corner of the side table's leg. He debated which position he wanted to toss her in next—wait…!
Isis paused her hips when she felt Kaiba wasn't holding her as firmly. She looked over her shoulder to find him transfixed on something to the side of the bed. Did he change his mind? Were they not going to continue? "What is it?" She breathlessly asked. When he let her go, Isis tried her hardest not to jump to conclusions.
Kaiba had his eyes locked on the side table as he reached forward. He pulled the drawer open and found not one, but two boxes of condoms. He didn't know if he wanted to be grateful or disgusted Bakura even bought the right size. One of the boxes was already open too. He easily reached in and grabbed one of the shiny packages. The box moved to the side and Kaiba saw something sitting underneath it. Wait…was that a pill pack?
Isis looked at the small item in his hand and felt her heart hit his feet: they've been doing this without protection. The hungry haze for sex hissed from her ears, clearing her mind. "…Um…"
"I know…" Kaiba knew exactly what she was thinking. He too was a little offended by his reckless actions. He opened the package and removed the condom.
Isis watched Kaiba put it on and wondered how he made what was usually an awkward process look so arousing. Maybe her libido was just rebounding now that responsible measures were being taken.
Kaiba took Isis' staring for something else and reached back into the drawer holding up the pill pack. "If you're worried…"
Isis took her eyes off his nether regions to his hand. Was that… "Are you holding Plan B?"
Though the answer to the question was yes, Kaiba felt oddly bashful about broadcasting that Plan B just happened to be sitting in his suite. "Uhh…yeah…"
"You're shy about being conscientious?" She rolled onto her back and donned an utterly playful smile. She was propped up on her elbows and her left foot's toes were tickling along his closest thigh.
Kaiba placed the pills on the nightstand and closed the drawer. "Bakura. Bakura did – bought all of this."
"You didn't preplan this tryst?" Isis' raised a brow, "I'm not sure if I should feel moved by such chivalry, or victorious over pushing you to this point?"
Kaiba narrowed his eyes as he climbed over her. "Victorious is the wrong choice. You lost the duel." He went to press his lips to hers only to have Isis turn her head.
"You diss me and expect kisses?" Isis' sounded more petulant than upset.
"I expect a lot more." Kaiba tangled his fingers in her hair and held her steady so he could finally press his lips to hers.
Isis melted into that kiss and wrapped her warms around him, thoroughly feeling his muscled back flexing beneath her fingers. "Take me properly, as promised."
Kaiba huskily chuckled against her mouth. "You're bossy but I'm in charge." He reached down between them and led himself back inside Isis. He hissed out a breath while she inhaled deep, wrapping a leg around his middle.
Isis had a rebuttal planned but there was no time to talk. Only moan a series of loud moans, her hands finding purchase against his back.
Kaiba worked his hips experimentally, finding his pacing. He looked down to find Isis watching him, mouth hanging open as she moaned in enjoyment. But this wasn't enough. He leaned down and dipped his tongue into that hotly puffing mouth.
Isis hungrily kissed back, feeling Kaiba's pace slow as the kiss distracted them both. She felt a hand press into one of her thighs, guiding it off his hips. She allowed both legs to rest on the bed, assuming he was going to change their positioning.
However, that was not the case. Kaiba instead straddled her partially spread legs, his thighs pressed into hers, and tucked his feet under her calves. He pressed himself back inside and ground his hips down hard. The reaction was exactly what he wanted.
Isis felt something guttural come from her chest and escape through her lips. The position changed the angle of the penetration causing constant friction to her sensitive nub. This couple with Kaiba's hips steadily speeding up the pace left her an utter mess. Her head limply bounced in the mattress as her mouth hung open, loudly begging for him to continue.
Kaiba panted around his groans as his hips slammed down into Isis over and over. Each time he took a plunge it felt like the first time. She was so hot and tight; he felt drool once more collect under his tongue at how good it was. He pinned Isis' arms to the bed, using it as leverage to thoroughly plow Isis into the mattress. Both of their bodies lightly bouncing atop the mattress in the glow of the Las Vegas strip. The wet slap of skin-on-skin echoed in the master bedroom, as the bed loudly rattled against the wall.
Isis was whimpering as she lied there taking every last bit of that proper fucking. The double stimulation was so good with the stretch of his girth, she could feel her eyes rolling back. She balled her hands into fists since she wasn't able to touch him or anything, her arms still pinned down. She could hear the squelching grow louder as she became utterly drenched.
"I got you so fucking wet," Kaiba growled as he rested his hips into her and harshly ground down.
Isis shook as her eyes rolled back, "Low samaHt-Unngh-Seto-low samaHt—" She actually sobbed digging her nails into the bedspread.
Kaiba had an unexpected moan of utter arousal escape his lips. He never knew begging in Arabic could be so hot and now he could feel his end creeping up on him. He freed her arms and instantly had nails digging into his back. He wrapped one arm around her neck and pulled her close, loudly growling in her ear, "Take it fucking take all of it!"
That statement combined with the harsh pace had Isis' whole body seizing up. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out as she reached her end. She lost control of her legs as they shook under Kaiba, the tremors moving up and taking her whole body. She took in a large lungful of air and cried out something unintelligible. Somewhere between a mix of her native tongue and English, creating a vowel heavy sob as she dug her nails further into Kaiba's back, brutally pulling them down.
Kaiba selfishly chased his end as he watched Isis come undone below him. She was shaking, shouting, and dripping between them. The velvety contractions squeezed him so tightly. He grabbed one of her shaking legs and wrapped it around him, holding on to her hips as she slammed into her erratically. He halted mid-pump, his breathing coming out staccato. He ground his hips forward and raucously growled, his eyes pinched shut. He gave Isis a few more tiny thrusts before he gently pulled out, rolling on his back next to her.
Isis rolled onto her stomach, face buried in the sheet as the delicious post-climax tingles sang across her skin, leaving her both exhausted and satisfied. She peeked over her elbow to find Kaiba covered in sweat, his bangs sticking to his forehead, as he carefully removed the full condom and tied it up.
Kaiba rolled onto his side and tossed it in the trashcan by the bed. He found Isis watching him. "What?"
"Thank you for…what we just did."
Kaiba blew air through his nose in amusement. "Do you usually say thank you after sex?"
Isis ran both hands through her long hair and allowed it to drape off the bed's end. "Unlike you, my manners don't have stipulations."
Kaiba watched Isis doings and a part of him wanted to touch her hair. The desire made him uncomfortable. He shifted his vision to instead stare up at the ceiling. "Well…you're welcome…or whatever…"
Isis smiled at the response. While she wanted to poke further fun, she decided against it. She was getting sleepy and still had to drive home. She forced her already aching body up and took in a breath, steadying herself. Isis slid forward to the end of the bed and got on her wobbly legs.
Kaiba's brow furrowed as he watched Isis reach down for her dress and pull it over her head. "What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving." Isis turned to face Kaiba. "I thought…" The words died on her lips at how intensely he was looking at her. The return of that turbulent navy stare created a flutter in her still tingling stomach.
"Don't be ridiculous." He slid off the bed and removed Isis' dress back over her head. He carried it over to a closet and hung it up. He even grabbed her heels and bra and placed them inside as well.
Isis hesitantly but dutifully crawled back on the bed.
Kaiba came back over and crossed his arms, giving Isis a very unimpressed look.
"Are you offended I was going to leave?" Here Isis thought she was giving Kaiba a chance to gather his thoughts after such a night. Wouldn't spending the night further complicate things? Was her need to leave really about Kaiba?
Kaiba grunted as he pulled the sheets back and climbed into bed. "Is that how you usually handle things?" He imagined Isis putting her clothes on at 2am before rejoining the Strip, leaving some poor out of towner to never see her again. The idea made him feel…something.
"Are you insinuating this is a common practice for me?" Isis wiggled her way under the sheets and positioned a pillow under her head. "Because it's not." She played with the corner of the pillow, "Neither one of us planned this. I didn't want to be presumptuous that I could stay the night."
Kaiba had the comforter pulled up to his chest with his arms crossed over the top. He stared out the window at the lights in the distance. He was silent for some time.
Isis looked up to see if he was still awake. He was. "Seto?"
"What's that stupid saying for this city?" His voice sounded gravellier – the sleepiness was taking over.
"'What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'"
"Do you believe that?" He turned his head to find Isis already watching him.
"It depends on the event…" Isis scooted closer and rolled over, pressing her back into Kaiba's side. She closed her eyes and got still. Her attempting to leave really did a number on Kaiba and now was not the time to address it for either party. She was asleep before she knew it.
Kaiba settled further into the bed and watched Isis' middle rise and fall gently under the covers. The feeling of her pressed into his side was…nice. Something inside of him was forming and he didn't know what to do with it. He closed his eyes, willing his sluggish brain to completely shut down.
The Next Morning
Isis enjoyed the late morning Nevada sun shining into the bedroom of the borrowed suite. The A/C in these hotels were always set too low for her taste. She would've been cold if it wasn't for the top-quality bedding and the body next to hers radiating generous heat. She apparently rolled over in her sleep which led to facing Kaiba. She was grateful since it made watching him sleep that much easier.
Isis was fascinated by the fact that Kaiba didn't seem to move much in his sleep. It was like whatever position he fell asleep in, is where he stayed until he woke up. He was still on his back, his arms loosely crossed, with his face relaxed in deep sleep. He looked like one of those parents who tried to wait up for their 'past curfew' teen but ended up falling asleep. She hid a smile as the thought of Kaiba waiting up for his child to come home, only to fall asleep.
Kaiba loudly sighed in his sleep and murmured something in Japanese. She wished she knew Japanese, so she knew what he said. She whispered the slurred phrase a few more times so she could remember to ask him what it meant. Isis wondered how well she could pick up Japanese. She had a feeling she would be able to do it with the right materials—why in the world was she thinking about learning Japanese? Isis hid herself beneath the sheets as her face went red. This was bad, really bad. She further tested herself by imagining a world where she was fluent in Japanese, and Kaiba's aforementioned child had black hair and brown skin. Her heart fluttered. This was so…dangerous.
She squeezed her eyes shut and threatened herself to behave and think rationally. Isis slowly opened her eyes and looked across to Kaiba's long legs. She followed the muscled thighs up to find morning wood. His appendage was curving towards his stomach and pushing against the blankets. She could feel her mouth watering and she was further embarrassed by her desire for this person. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but it didn't work. All she wanted to do was suck Kaiba and ride him, but she would do neither while he slept. Isis didn't know Kaiba's boundaries and if he couldn't give consent to being woken up with a blow job, she wasn't going to do it. She regretted leaving her purse in the car; she really needed to send out an SOS text—oh shit she left her phone in the car!
Things were now from bad to horrible! Isis wondered if she should run out to the balcony to see what was left of Sin City, because surely Malik was burning it down as she lay there. Isis gently pulled back the covers and wondered if she could go to her car and come back before Kaiba noticed she was gone. She glanced over to find Kaiba already watching her.
Isis felt her heart hammer in her chest. Kaiba was…cute first thing in the morning. His lips were a little swollen and his hair was the definition of bedhead. This was tragic, really, really, tragic. "Good morning…" She whispered.
"…Ohayo gozaimasu…" Was his raspy return.
Isis' eyes widened at the unexpected greeting. She was familiar with the Japanese salutation but confused why Kaiba was saying it to her.
Kaiba rolled over to look at the bedside clock. Sluggishly his brain was revving up to full capacity and during the charge up, he remembered last nights events. That explained the soreness and amazing sleep. But was this also why he greeted Isis formally in Japanese?! Kaiba grimaced as he felt his face warm. What the fuck was wrong with him?!
"Are you OK?" Isis saw his back stiffen beneath her nail marks. They were a ruddy and disorganized, showing just how out of it she was when she made them. Maybe she really hurt him? "Did I…hurt you?"
"No," was Kaiba's quick and gruff response.
"Um…I need to go…"
Kaiba whipped his head around giving her a groggy glare.
"…I need to go get my phone," Isis finished. "I'm not leaving…I'm coming back…"
Kaiba continued to stare, mentally assessing the validity of Isis' statement. "Where is your phone?"
"In my purse."
"Where's your purse?"
"In my car."
"Where are your keys?"
"In my car."
Kaiba blinked. "You locked your keys in your car?"
"Yes," Isis confidently answered.
Kaiba's brow furrowed in judgement.
"My driver side has a keyless entry code."
"Why did you leave your keys?"
"You're rather curious when you wake up." Isis started to get out of the bed, too flustered to admit she accidentally locked her purse in the car last night. She'd been so nervous to finally face him. She was almost to the edge of the bed when his hand wrapped around her upper arm.
"I'll go get your purse. Stay in bed."
Isis was taken aback by the offer. "You don't have to Seto."
Kaiba got out of the bed headed towards the closet, "What's the code Isis?"
Isis remained in bed and watched Kaiba's toned back, ass, and calves disappear into the closet. "Umm…it's 13031."
Kaiba returned much to Isis' disappointment covered. He wore a hotel supplied robe and slippers. He retrieved his phone and headed for the elevator.
"Thank you," Isis called out to him. Once she was met with the ding of the elevator and the doors shut, she quickly scrambled across the bed to the side table with the hotel room phone. She picked up the receiver and dialed a memorized number. They answered on the second ring.
"This better be Isis Ishtar or her kidnapper with ransom demands." Malik's tone sounded oddly calm, like he was still debating whether to be upset or not.
"It is me, Malik."
"Prove it."
Isis rolled her eyes, "When you were five you got a rash on your bottom and—"
"Fine, fine, it's you." There was chuckling in the background that Malik didn't seem to appreciate. "Where the hell have you been?! I've been calling and texting you."
"I'm still at Palm's Palace. I misplaced my phone."
There was a pause. "…Why are you still there?"
"The duel ran late. I was invited to stay."
Malik went silent.
Isis wondered if she'd be interrogated now or later.
Malik made a humming noise, "Are you OK?"
All right, it would come later. "I'm fine, thank you for asking."
"Where's Kaiba?"
"Around."
"…Interesting…"
"Very much so." Isis cleared her throat, "Listen, I will be leaving here soon. I'll text you when I leave."
"You better or else." Malik paused taking in a deep breath and breathing it out through his nose. "Are you sure you're OK?"
"Yes, I am." It was only a partial lie. "I'll see you soon."
"OK." He ended the call.
Isis hung the phone up and stared up at the ceiling. Malik was uncharacteristically calm. She'd been gone all night without a peep in his direction, which was extremely unlike her, and when she finally called, it sounded like he was holding back what he really wanted to say. She could only hope when she got home, there wouldn't be too big of an explosion.
The elevator ding echoed through the hall.
Isis rolled back over into her spot and tried to look casual.
Kaiba walked back into the bedroom carrying a white bucket bag style purse. He even had the strap over his shoulder.
"You're…wearing…my purse…?"
Kaiba felt his ears redden as he dropped it from his shoulder onto the bed. "How else was I supposed to carry it?"
"I suppose that's fair." Isis opened the bag and started digging through all of the items, "Thank you again."
Kaiba grunted and exited the room.
Isis found her phone buried at the bottom and was impressed the device still had power. Sure enough, there were missed calls from Malik and Duke.
Malik: 'Isis, how did the duel go?'
'It's been a few hours, where are you?'
'Heeelllooo sister! Do not ignore me!'
'Respond now or face my wrath dear sister.' (angry devil emoji)
Duke: 'Don't worry Isis, I talked to Malik. He won't be doing anything stupid…for now. Please call him back when you can…I'm sure you won and you're celebrating.' (wink emoji)
Kaiba returned to the bedroom with two glasses of water. He held one out to Isis.
"Oh, thank you." She took the glass and took a few sips before plugging in her smart-phone to charge. She placed it on the side table.
Kaiba sat back on the bed and scrolled through a few emails and messages from work. Nothing Yami couldn't handle. He finished his glass of water and placed the empty glass on the nightstand. Despite having a moment to separate himself from Isis with the menial task of retrieving her things, he still wasn't working at full capacity. He had enough brain power to hack the valet team's digital car map for the second time, so he didn't have to interact with anyone to find Isis' small purple Italian car. Even the staring janitor mopping up out-of-towner vomit in the garage didn't annoy him on his walk back. Kaiba was in some sort of haze. He was almost worried something was wrong with him. His brain wasn't running in its furious fashion. He felt like time had significantly slowed down and because of it, there was no rush to do, well, anything. He didn't know how to exist in such a state.
To make it even more of a concern, it wasn't like he was alone going through this change. He was sharing a bed with a woman. A woman he fucked the night before and wouldn't mind fucking again. A woman he thought was trying to find an excuse to leave to ruin the plan of hopefully fucking again. A woman he knew he couldn't keep in his bed forever… He didn't want to think about that, so he didn't. Just that easy the thought drifted to the back of his mind. How was he not obsessing over something?!
Isis finished her water and stared down in her glass; she felt her original plan nag in the back of her head. The robe was easy access after all. But approaching him for sex didn't seem like a good idea. Kaiba seemed deep in thought about something.
"Can I ask you a question Seto?"
"What…?"
"Please excuse my pronunciation, but what does 'eee-kai-nai deku-dasai' mean?"
Kaiba's brow furrowed as he attempted to decode what Isis was trying to say. "Ikanaide kudasai?"
"Sure?" She felt those were the correct words he mumbled in his sleep.
"It means 'please don't go.'"
"I see…"
Kaiba stared at her, "Where did you hear this?"
"From you." Isis looked over to find a small tint cover Kaiba's cheeks.
"Impossible."
"You were murmuring in your sleep."
"I don't talk in my sleep."
"How would you know?"
Kaiba didn't respond since he had no response. When was the last time he shared a bed with someone? Maybe he did talk in his sleep from time-to-time. He watched Isis mouth the Japanese phrase he allegedly said. He found her interest oddly endearing and he didn't like that he did. But he couldn't find the need to get worked up over that.
"How many languages do you fluently know Seto?"
"Nine."
Isis gasped. "What a gift! You can travel most places and communicate with the locals."
"Sure."
Isis frowned, "Do you not find it exciting to know so many languages?"
"I didn't have a choice," was his deadpanned response. He found he wanted to add more to his ambiguous response and stopped himself.
Isis wondered what exactly that meant but didn't ask. Now was not the time. Yet again she was putting something on the backburner. Maybe she really believed there would be a chance to revisit these things. She was starting to overthink and that wasn't necessary, not with Kaiba now awake and no longer hard. She had to change that.
"Seto…"
Kaiba gave her his full attention.
"It's very chilly in here."
"Even under the blankets?"
"Perhaps…" Isis scooted over and casually straddled Kaiba from under the blankets, "…we should share body heat…" She easily undid the robe and opened it, so they were skin-to-skin. She rubbed herself against his swelling erection.
The brunet smirked. "Subtle."
"You seem to be someone who appreciates a direct approach."
Kaiba slid his hands up Isis' thighs and rested them on her hips, "How direct do you want to be?"
Isis leaned in and pressed a series of kisses against Kaiba's awaiting lips. She moved from his lips to his neck where she worked hard creating a hickey. Kaiba appreciated this if his sharp inhale was anything to do go from. She trailed a hand down over his chest and stomach and settled on his appendage. She gave it a firm tug. Slowly she kissed down his chest to that awaiting erection.
Kaiba flipped the sheets back, so he had the perfect view of Isis' mouth wrapping around the head of his length. He bit his lower lip as she started bobbing her head up and down. Her mouth applied the right amount of pressure and her tongue wiggling along his tip's slit had his toes curling.
Isis took her time sucking and moaning around him, enjoying the weight on her tongue and the stretch of her lips. She reached down and gently tugged on his testis, massaging the swelling sac.
"S-stop," Kaiba choked out as he gently pulled her head up. "I want to come when I fuck you."
Isis quickly crawled up and kissed Kaiba hungrily, more than ready to be fucked again. She heard the side drawer open as their tongues dueled between their lips. She grabbed the condom from Kaiba and took it upon herself to put it on for him. Once she had, she adjusted her posture above him, Kaiba even adjusting the bedding, so she had enough room. She deliberately lowered herself down and moaned at once more being filled and stretched.
Kaiba held Isis steady as he scooted them to the middle of the king bed where they had more space. He slid down so he was lying back against the pillows.
Isis worked her hips in a circle before gently rolling her hips in a fluid motion, riding Kaiba as she so badly wanted. She placed her hands on Kaiba's strong chest for balance and leverage as she increased the pace. She was drunk off the delicious angle of penetration and how the friction of his pelvis ground against her bundle of nerves.
Kaiba had his hands locked on her waist as he watched Isis ride him. She was so incredibly wet and warm. And while he preferred to be the one in control, drilling her into the mattress, something about watching Isis fall apart on top of him was mesmerizing. The sunlight across her cinnamon sweet skin while her jet-black hair spilled over her shoulders was aesthetically pleasing. Her eyes were closed as her mouth created breathy hitched noises of pleasure. But when those sapphire eyes settled down on him, gazing upon him in utter adoration Kaiba felt something inside of him explode. He pulled Isis down and kissed her fervently while he thrusted up into her.
Isis kissed back with everything she had while she rode his pumping hips. She broke the kiss and sat back up, riding him in earnest. She could feel that electric tingle growing just bellow her belly-button. She lost herself to the sensation. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.
Kaiba immediately squeezed the soft globes and leaned in, his tongue licking across her nipples. He used his thumb and index fingers to gingerly roll the nub while his mouth latched onto the other, sucking and flicking his tongue across the tip.
Isis wrapped her arms around him as she arched her back, presenting more of her chest to Kaiba. She felt her end creeping in and fully took him in, grinding her hips hurriedly down. "Unnggghhh—I'm—ugh—" Isis' words were swallowed by Kaiba's mouth as he pressed his mouth to hers, hotly swirling his tongue with hers.
Kaiba felt Isis reach her end during their kiss. He pulled back to watch her bury her face in the side of his head, whimpering as her thighs tremored against his waist. The contractions choking his erection were amazing as she became even slicker.
"K-keep going—" Isis choked out, needing to feel his thrusts as she continued to come.
Kaiba quickly obliged as he flipped their positions. Isis now lay on her back with her ankles on Kaiba's shoulders, his hands on either side of her head. Viciously Kaiba took her, once more bulldozing Isis into the mattress, the bed thudding in the frame.
Isis cried out in utter shock as she felt a rebounding tingle explode from the murderous deep plunge. She started babbling, not sure what was happening or if she could express it. But when she started coming again she was sure everyone in the hotel knew what was happening. "Gods harder-fuck-oh my—UNGH!"
Kaiba was drunk off the power of pleasuring Isis' body. Her reactions had his blood roaring through his body as he stared down at her utterly blissed face. Tears were rolling down from the corners of her pinched closed eyes. Her whole body was seizing up causing her ankles to rattle against his shoulders. He didn't fully understand her body, but he understood he was doing something right. Watching her come undone yet again in such a short amount of time had him finding his own orgasm. He thrusted one more good time and came hard, roaring his release to echo with her cries.
Softly he lowered her legs from his shoulders and flopped down next to her, still catching his breath. He glanced over at Isis to find her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. He placed a hand on her thigh and felt it shiver.
"T-that's never happened-ever—" Isis was still trying to catch her breath.
Immediately Kaiba felt his ego expand on a massive scale. "Not even your ex-husband?"
Isis gave Kaiba chastising look.
Kaiba's shit eating grin couldn't be wiped away. He leaned in and kissed a chaste kiss to her lips. "So much for not rewarding my bad behavior."
"It's hard not to do when I also get something out of the deal." She rolled closer and threw a leg over his waist, further kissing his lips.
Kaiba held her leg in place as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer, needing to feel her body pressed into his.
The pair rolled around the bed for some time-sharing heated kisses. Neither could get enough of the other's lips or tongue.
Isis pulled back and huffed, "Seto."
"What?" Kaiba pressed kisses into Isis' collarbones and shoulders, the very ones that seduced him back in Japan.
"I have to go home…"
Kaiba paused against her neck, "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Isis ran a soothing hand through his hair.
Kaiba could hear the smile in her tone.
"I have to go home at some point…I don't have any panties thanks to someone."
Kaiba settled against her shoulder and enjoyed the gentle rake of her nails against his scalp. "I'll buy you all the panties you want." He instantly regretted saying that. He sounded like those creepy old rich guys who promised perverted gifts to their mistresses. "I mean…I'll replace the ones I ruined."
Isis couldn't contain her giggle. "It's not necessary but thank you for the offer." She sighed, melting into the moment of holding Kaiba, touching Kaiba. "I have to leave at some point…"
Something about the comment just didn't sit right with Kaiba. He immediately rolled off Isis and retrieved his robe on the other side of the bed, discarding the condom. He stood up and tied the robe closed.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you room to leave." Kaiba's deadpanned response was juxtaposed by the glare he had for Isis.
"You're displeased?" Isis sat up and pulled the sheets around herself. She felt odd being the only one naked.
"About what?" He crossed his arms.
"That's what I'm asking."
Kaiba felt his resentment come to a simmer. He really didn't want to argue with Isis, for once. Not because it was the right thing to do, but because it would giveaway that yes, he was displeased. And he didn't want to say why he was displeased. It was too damn embarrassing and thus didn't need to be shared in Kaiba's book. So, he chose his next few words carefully.
"No need to ask, I have nothing to tell."
Isis narrowed her eyes in contemplation. Kaiba went from cuddly to crabby in five seconds. Surely, she was witnessing Kaiba throwing some level of a tantrum over her leaving. She thought about the night before where he demanded she stay, or even how he didn't trust her to get her purse because it was in car. Kaiba didn't want her to leave and instead of just saying that he was once more goading her into chasing the truth. Isis refused.
"Good to know I'm leaving you with such a joyous attitude." Isis' smile lacked all sweetness. It was sour.
Kaiba's lips pinched like he could taste just how sour it was. His resentment went from a simmer to a roaring boil. "Joyous is an understatement. I'm overflowing with exuberance."
Isis stared at Kaiba in a way that was not nice. "Exuberant, you say? My, my…" She stood up from the bed on wobbly legs and made her way over to the closet. "Do not allow me to take up anymore of your lively time."
"I would greatly appreciate that." Kaiba silently raged as he watched Isis pulled her dress over her head. The idea that she had to leave his suite without any undergarments gave him both a perverted satisfaction and greatly displeased him. What if the desert winds picked up and revealed her goods to that wayward janitor in the parking garage? He wasn't having it. "You're not leaving here without underwear."
"Excuse me?" Isis was in the process of grabbing her heels when she paused mid stoop. It caused her dress to come up just enough to reveal she indeed had on no panties.
Kaiba felt a mix of jealousy and rage over something that hadn't even happened. He walked over to the hotel room phone and dialed the front desk. "This is Kaiba…send up a pair of women's underwear…" He rolled his eyes and whipped his head around to Isis, "What size?"
Isis felt her cheeks flame. Wait…this was really happening? "M-medium."
Kaiba returned to the call, "Medium and don't make us wait." He hung up the phone and turned to Isis, "You're welcome."
Isis let out a humorless chuckle, over the embarrassment of telling Kaiba was size underwear she wore. "You are incredible."
"I know."
"I was being sarcastic."
Kaiba opened his mouth to retort when he heard the elevator ding. He marched out into the hall to find a horribly blushing young man holding a fancy black package.
"Uhh…your panties…sir…"
Kaiba's face went beet red as he snatched the box from the worker. "They're not for me you idiot."
"O-of course not…" The man awkwardly walked into the elevator and didn't stop hitting the 'close' button until the doors actually closed.
Kaiba returned to the bedroom and threw the package on the bed. "Thanks to you, everyone now thinks I wear women's underwear."
"But of course, how could I have been so reckless with my undergarments, oh wait, that was you." Isis opened the fancy packaging to the silk black panties. They were indeed the right size too.
Kaiba couldn't fight the slight arousal of watching Isis put the hotel issued panties on. That perverted satisfaction was doing things to him. Was he into…panties? No, he refused to have what he viewed as weeb level perversions.
Isis buckled the straps on her heels and grabbed her purse. "Well, thank you for the duel Seto Kaiba." There was some sting to her tone.
Kaiba gave a cocky shrug, "Is that all you're going to thank me for, Isis Ishtar?"
Isis called him on his bluff and approached him. She got right in his face, "And thank you for consistently making me come."
Before Kaiba could even consider his actions, he was on Isis yet again. He pressed her into the bed, as he hungrily kissed her lips.
Isis just as hungrily kissed back and wrapped one of her legs around his waist. She worked on getting his robe open, wrapping her hand around his member. She felt it rise to the occasion in her hand.
Kaiba fumbled with the side drawer and retrieved a condom. He placed the package on the bed and got to work pulling her dress up, so the bottom material sat against her stomach.
"D-don't ruin my new panties," Isis panted between kisses.
Kaiba chuckled against her lips as the sound of those brand-new panties being ripped hit their ears. "Oops. Not sorry." He easily flipped Isis onto her stomach and put the condom on. He grabbed her ass and spread the cheeks, dragging his member against her soaked core.
"Not this again," Isis huffed as she pushed herself up on her tip-toes. "Do it."
"I love when you beg for it." Kaiba's words ended in a deep groan as he slowly pushed in.
Isis placed one knee on the bed, "Give it to me."
Kaiba wrapped a firm hand around her throat and started slamming his hips into her. He placed his lips on her ear, "Don't get mouthy with me."
"Are you punishing me?" Isis hotly asked, forcing her hips back each time he surged forward. "Punish me harder."
Kaiba moved his hand to the back of her neck and pushed her face into the covers. He changed his stance, so he plunged deeper into Isis, and increased the speed. The bed was squeaking against the floor as the mattress rattled against the headboard. All of that resentment was pushed hard, fast, and deep into Isis.
And Isis took every deliciously thick inch of it. Her toes curled in her shoes as she puffed into the bed spread, too pleased by the hand holding her down by her neck. "Mmm, yeah, like that," she praised as she clawed at the sheets.
"Fuuuck," Kaiba groaned. The submission and praise were working him over sooner than later. He draped his body over Isis, slow grinding into her as he turned her head, hotly running his tongue against hers.
Isis moaned appreciatively into his mouth. She angled her hips so her overly sensitive button was pressed against the firm side of the mattress. The added stimulation was amazing. She focused on working her hips against the bed then back into Kaiba's gyrating hips. When Kaiba's hand slid down from her face to her neck and squeezed hard, she was coming undone.
Kaiba's hand only tightened because holy shit he was coming. His hips stuttered insistently into her bottom as he groaned deeply in his chest. He let go of Isis and watched her flop down onto the bed, him doing his best not to flop on top of her.
Isis shivered pleasantly against the mattress. She wanted to be disappointed in herself by how much sex she was having with Kaiba, the very thorn in her side, but dammit she couldn't find the strength to penalize herself.
Kaiba maneuvered so he could lie down on the bed, his legs hanging off the bed. This insistent need to keep her trapped in his suite grew stronger the longer she stayed. Was it just for sex? He wished the answer was yes. Oh no. He ran a hand through his damp hair and wondered what needed to be done to let her leave, but also allow her to come back. He considered challenging her to another a duel but that wasn't good enough. He didn't want to duel her, because that means he couldn't close to her—fuck this was not good. But wait! He still had a way to buy more time.
Kaiba got back on his feet and adjusted his robe. "I'm going to call the front desk again."
"No need." Isis reached for the black packaging the underwear came in and produced a second unscathed pair. "It was a twin pack."
Kaiba was disappointed about this.
Isis noticed the shift and smiled, "The plots to keep me here are running out, hm?"
Kaiba grunted as he felt his ears burn, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Isis stood on weak legs and wondered if wearing heels was the best idea right now. She put the new pair of panties on and once more grabbed her purse. She paused.
Kaiba furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"
"Waiting."
"For?"
"Any remaining plans you wish to enact to keep me here."
Kaiba pursed his lips, "I still don't know what you're talking about."
"Mmm, is that right?" Isis cutely pushed herself up on her tip-toes and placed a sweet kiss to those pouting lips. "Perhaps I should pack an overnight bag next time? Should it only be full of panties?"
The idea of Isis showing up at his door with a bag full of her personal undergarments for him to tear and destroy did things to him. He cleared his throat, "Don't be ridiculous."
"Then you don't be naughty." Isis sashayed past him and headed for the elevator.
Kaiba stood in the doorway of the bedroom which faced the elevator. He watched Isis press the down button and patiently wait for the mental box. His eyes roamed down to her bottom.
Isis looked over her shoulder to find Kaiba watching her, "Are you making sure I'm leaving?"
"I'm debating letting you leave with your panties intact."
Isis gulped and wished her lower region wasn't so excited by that idea. Could she really be blamed? Kaiba's seduction was something she just couldn't get enough of. "I vote you leave them intact."
"You would…"
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Isis stepped on and faced Kaiba. "Well…I'm taking my leave Seto…" This felt oddly familiar. She didn't know how to feel.
Kaiba's brain short-circuited. "…Uh yeah…"
Isis was visibly disappointed as the door closed.
Immediately Kaiba used those long legs to get to his phone quickly. He dialed a number and impatiently waited before someone picked up.
"Big bro—"
"—No time for pleasantries Mokuba. Isis just left: what the fuck do I do?"
"Uuuhhh…" Mokuba instantly became just as anxious as Kaiba. "I need more info! Rapid fire!"
Kaiba slid into the hotel slippers and incessantly pressed the elevator to go down. "Duel. Sex. More sex. A lot of sex—"
"—Way to go Seto!—"
"—talking, more sex, now she's leaving! What do I do?" Kaiba quickly got on the elevator and pressed the level he knew her car was on. "I have to see her again – I need quick ideas Mokuba and I need them now!"
"Uuuhhh, damn, you're putting me on the spot!" Mokuba seemed to be shuffling in the background, "A date! Did you ask her on date?!"
Kaiba immediately hung up just as the door dinged open, he shuffled through the parking lot where he saw Isis' small car slowly pulling out of her parking spot. He immediately ran over and jumped in front of her car.
Isis yelped as she slammed on the breaks. She wasn't even going 15mph but goodness did this crazy man in a robe give her a scare! Wait…she knew who this man was. She rolled down her window, "Seto! What are you—"
"—I'm taking you on date!" Kaiba's eyes were wide and wild. "Tonight, I am taking you on date and you're coming whether you want to or not."
Isis couldn't even fathom what was happening. Was that innuendo or a real threat? Did he just risk getting run over to ask her on date? She dumbly nodded, "Um, yes, of course."
"Good. I'll call you later." With a smirk of utter triumph, Kaiba returned to the elevator.
Isis sat idling in the parking garage until a valet driver honked her out of her stupor. What just happened?
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10k of smut. Whew. Let me go close all these incognito tabs full of useful inspiration and ideas. Hahaha. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. There is clearly more to come…(wink wink, nudge nudge)
Arabic Words:
Low samaHt – Please (masculine)
Japanese Words:
Ohayo gozaimasu – Good morning (formal)
Ikanaide kudasai – Please don't go
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