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~A New Life~

~Chapter Sixteen: The Next Morning~

            Cloy O'Conall finally woke in the morning to the sight of Kyoji's handsome, sleeping fetchers right in front of her.  She smiled as she moved a little closer, allowing his arms to drape more around her.

            Feeling the movement of his future wife, Kyoji awoke to see her snuggle closer to him and put his arms around her tighter.  He smiled as he put his chin on the top of her head and relaxed again.  He had remembered the promise that she made him the night before and decided that it'd be better to let her do what she wanted and worry about making love again some other time.  Some other time that isn't as hectic as it was now.

            Realizing that Kyoji was now awake she tilted her head up to look him in the face.  What she got in return was a handsome smile.  She, in return, smiled as well and kissed him lightly, showing just how sleepy she still was.  She remembered how 'kinky' she could be when she was sleepy so she decided to keep her mouth shut and her hands to herself this morning. 

            Kyoji sat confused at why she was keeping to herself so much after the love they shared the night before. He recalled the images as they flashed in his mind.  How wonderfully delicious she looked below him, and how forbidden she looked as well.  The thought of forbidden ness kicked up thoughts of her handcuffed to the bed in some extremely tight leather.  Kyoji smiled a kinky sort of smile and loved the thoughts that the image of her like that stirred up.

            He could just see himself stalking up her body like a panther getting ready to strike its victim.  Then tasting her, and licking her here and there.  He imagined himself kissing each breast as he revealed them to the warm bedroom air, and then licking and sucking them hard.  He could then imagine teasing her until she went crazy, and started begging him to stop, to relieve her.  Then just to be a bad boy, he would linger just a little, and then stop without touching her or doing anything else.             

"Kyoji, are you alright?"  He heard a voice cut though the haze of desire, and lust that wrapped around him like a tight warm blanket.  "Kyoji?" he heard it again, but this time he reacted, he opened his eyes to see Cloy's worried expression. 

            "Sorry love.  Just reminiscing about some things."  Kyoji replied, trying to sound realistic in his explanation of why he didn't respond sooner.  The truth was that he was reminiscing, just about other things.

            "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"  She asked while feeling his head. "You feel a little hot to me."

            "I'm fine, really."  Kyoji said as he took her hand away from his forehead and held it in his.  "To tell you the truth, I was just thinking about…. Things.  You know."

            "Things?"  She asked.

            "Yeah, things.  Like you and me."  Kyoji replied.

            "Oh, things."  She laughed a little. "Like what kind of things?

            "Oh, some good, some bad.  Some kinky."  He said smiling and letting his arms drift tighter around her.

            "Like what kinds of kinky things?"  She asked, curious to see if he was at all as kinky as she could be.

            "Things like you handcuffed to the bed, in tight leather."  He replied as he started kissing her slowly.

            "Yes" she concluded "He can be as kinky as me." She smiled as her fingers drew small circles on his chest.  Her fingers ran down to his navel where a small trail of hair went down below the sheets.  She traced that very same trail just the night before while they were having their little romp in bed.  She remembered a conversation with an old friend of hers and she remembered that she called that trail of hair the 'happy trail.'

            Cloy laughed at the sudden irony in the situation.  In high school, she was voted the least likely to get a man right out of high school.  And her friend use to preach that she needed to get a man in her life. She always said no, she didn't need one.  But here she was, in bed with the most handsome, kind, caring, and wonderful man ever.  In her eyes at least.

            "What about you honey?"  Kyoji asked, just a curious as she was "What kinds of things do you think about?" 

            "Oh I don't know." She said teasing him a little.  He loved every bit of it and wished for more. "Maybe things like you pole dancing as you strip for me, then you tied to the pole."  She smiled at the sudden stir of emotions when she thought of that. 

            She could see herself watching him strip and pole dance at the same time in front of her, for only her.  She could see the clothes that were on his body lying askew all over the floor. 

What she could see herself doing next was nothing but forbidden.  She could see him dancing for her, then watched as she got up and came over to him.  Seducing him to move so that his back was to the pole, and move nice and slow so she could touch, taste, and love every last bit of him, making sure not to overlook even one inch of his luscious masculine flavor. And make sure not to ignore his delicious length that stood hard against the rest of his body.

            Next she would rub up against him as they moved up and down together with the pole between them.  And then, once his guard was down, she would get her handcuffs out and wrap them around his wrists, efficiently shackling him to the pole.  And while he was vulnerable, and powerless to stop her, she would take him as hers. 

            Kyoji could see the haze of lust she was in and smiled at the fact she just as much wanted to be kinky as he did.  Cloy looked up to him and kissed him hard enough to make him jump out if his boxers, that is if he had any on.  She slowly got on top of him and said "This is a preview of some of the kinky fantasies I have about you."  Then shackled his wrists to the bed with her hands.  He was much too weak from the lustful dreams and all to resist.

            The next thing he knew he was pushing in and out of her, trying to reach the climax that he so longed for before he went crazy, crazy with lust.  She truly was incredible, because he realized that she was able to make him go crazy and made him climax at the same time.   

            After that hard, pleasurable romp they had Cloy lay next to him, just as spend as he was. And said "I had better go see how Fritz is doing."  And then kissed his cheek getting up.  He smiled and let her go this time. 

He had gotten what he wanted for the moment.   Only for the moment.  He chuckled to himself as he lay there and thought "Yes, only for the moment."  And closed his eyes again to rest and regain what control he lost in that wonderful love making they made.

 "Oh Fritz."  Clarissa said softly as she got the cloth to cool Fritz's forehead. "You have to get better for me."

            Fritz lay there tossing and turning trying to find comfort but never did.  Clarissa tried her best to comfort him but to no avail.

            "How is he mom?"  She heard a soft voice ask.  She looked up and saw Cloy.

            "Not good honey.   I don't know what's keeping him sick."  Clarissa replied. 

            "Well, let me take a look at him.  I think I know what's keeping him sick."  Cloy said as she came beside her mother.  Right off the bat, she spotted something on Fritz's chest.  She picked it up and said "I found something like this on Kyoji and it was keeping him sick."

            "My god, who would do this?"  Clarissa asked.

            "I have reason to believe its Senator Knight.  Or should I say Prime Minister Knight."  Cloy replied looking out the window.

            "What, how?  He was such a nice man."  Clarissa said looking down at Fritz, and saw that the color was coming back to his face now that the thing was gone.

            "Mom, there are things that you don't know that went on when I was working for him."  Cloy said closing her eyes, confident that it was time to tell her.  Even at that, she shouldn't have waited so long to tell her but it couldn't be helped.

            "What are you talking about dear?" she asked looking up at Cloy.

            "Well, many times he was sexually harassing me.  Always putting his hands where they didn't belong.  Offering to get rid of his wife in order for me to be with him.  I dare not say more about him for my own sanities sake."  Cloy started. "It was only till right before Trunks asked you to switch my internship over to the lab did anyone catch what was going on, and that was Trunks."

            "Oh dear.  Why didn't I see it?  All the times he would set by you and watch your every move to see where you were going.  I think I even saw him watching you undress one night in your apartment."  Clarissa said covering her face with her hands.

            "Why didn't you tell me about any of this?" Cloy asked.

            "I don't know, I thought maybe he was the right one for you at the time."  She replied.

            "MOM! HE WAS 20 YEARS OLDER THEN ME!"  Cloy yelled.  This ultimately woke up Fritz.

            "What is going on? What's with all the ruckus?"  Fritz asked in a weak tone as he opened his eyes and looked over at the two women. "Oh god, did I die and go to heaven?"  He asked.

            Clarissa laughed and said "No hon. your still alive and in bed, don't worry your fine."  And Cloy saw it.  Her mother was in love, she smiled to her self at the fact that she finally found someone, and Joshua would have something of a father figure to look up to.  She watched as her mother put her hand on the side of his face and him bring his hand up and put it over hers and smile. 

            She decided that her mother could 'take care' of Fritz from here on out, so she quietly left.  Clarissa felt his head and said "your fever is going down greatly.  You should be better in the morning." 

            "Thank you."  Fritz said as he watched her pick up all the medical supplies and put them away.

            "For what?" she asked.

            "For coming after me; for taking care of me; for not leaving my side."  He replied.  He saw her blush and said "no one has cared for me so greatly since I left home."

            She smiled and said "English hospitality, it's what I'm known for at least." 

            Fritz really wanted to ask her so that he could get it off his chest, but he didn't feel that it was the right time.  He just laid there as she took care of him.

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Ok, this is the 16th chapter, only one more to go till I finish this one.  Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten, I really appreciate them.  I've also decided that I'm going to start work on a story called Blood Lust and The Slayer.  It's pretty much a Dracula story.  Look for it on FictionPress.net under the user DarkLoveGoddess54CryptKeeper.  R+R and tell me how you like this one.  Thanks.