Hey, here's my new story, Trust Between Covers! I know it's been awhile but now I'm in overdrive! I am in the process of fixing my website which has fallen is disrepair and I should be able to work on this story regularly! Well, I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters of Sailor Moon, but this is an original story line
RATED: R for sexual content and language
Trust Between Covers
Chapter 1
He watched his wife lying on the bed. He could not remember the last time when she was like "this." Or maybe it was just that he had chosen to ignore her when she was like this, but all that he could remember was that it had been awhile. It's not that he was not attracted to his wife, but ever since they had that talk... but he was not going to think about that now, not when she like this. His eyes traveled down past her bright blue eyes, red lips, past her partially exposed chest and down to her thighs, but his train of thought was interuppted as a rather unpleasant idea came to mind. He had wondered many times, but not as desperately as now, if *he* had touched her. Of course, he thought, that all of this had been brought to himself by himself. Ever since during his last business trip, but he would not think about her, not while his wife laid on the bed, ready. But ever since his own infidelity he had wondered about hers. She was a business person as was he, and she was human, so she had the urge for earthly pleasures, but it was his belief that a man's was stronger than a woman's. He could have multiple lovers, but his wife must be chaste. He was a man for goodness' sake and had desires, but his love was for her, the owner of the body that had only been ravaged by his hands, or so he hoped. For ever since that night of sin, he had wondered, needed, to know if his wife, his love, was doing the same, and in his sly, businesslike mind, there was only one way to find out.
**FLASHBACK**
He walked the street on that cool, fateful spring day. He had just gotten back from another business trip, which was more eventful than the last.
"Which man could unlock her," he thought as he walked.
It had to be someone different than himself, not another suit. Usagi was surrounded by businesslike people all day, and he hardly thought they could tempt her, it had to be someone more spirited. He passed a museum.
"Perhaps an artist," he thought, that was a bit of lure.
But then he thought of his golden-haired wife. She might be one of the most open people you could ever meet, but she could become very suscipicious, very fast. He had known her all his life, but after that summer when he went away, something about her demeanor had changed. If an artist tried to seduce her she would probaby think he only wanted to draw her naked.
He then passed the opera house. He smiled. She loved music. Whenever she worked in her office she would always hve a classical CD playing. She also tried, in futilty, to drag him to the opera, but he did not have time for such nonsense. He entered through the heavy oak doors, in hopes of finding an orhestra schedule, so he could investigate who would complete his job decscription, but what he found was much more.
When he opened the door the most beauutiful, yet saddest muic he had ever heard entered his ears. As he walked closer, the first things he noticed were the musicians hands. So slender they deftly danced across the violin, sliding the bow effortlessly across it. His eyes were closed and his ebony black bangs fell across them.
"Excuse me," he said, hoping to catch the man's attention.
The lovely music quickly stopped. The musician raised from the seat to his full height, placing his violin down gently. The next thing he noticed about the dark-haired man, was that he was handsome, but there was also an aura of mystery with him. He was tall and seemed to be muscular, from what was visible under his dress pants and shirt.
"Yes?" he replied and there was a look of annoyance in the coldest blue eyes imaginable.
His heart fell, perhaps this man was a little too dark for his bright sunny wife.
"I was just wondering when the next show was," he answered half-heartedly.
The musician smiled, which lit up his face considerably, showing off a row of perfect white teeth.
"This has to be the man, if she can resist him, she can resist anyone," he thought relieved.
"Actually there's one a few weeks from now, I just enjoy practicing," the dark-haired man replied.
"Are you single?" he asked suddenly.
There was a bit of confusion present, just for a second, in his steel cold eyes.
"It's just that there is a dinner at my company for a man who is getting married, and afterwards there is a bachelor party. I would like you to be the musician for that party, and of course you are invited to the party afterwards. I know some involved men are not comfortable in that situation," he said quickly, extending a card.
A look of relief crossed the musician's face.
"I would love to play my violin, Mr. Black," he said reading the business card, "but I will not be attending the party afterwards, I do not affiliate myself with those things."
"Oh no he has morals, or is just a fag," he thought sadly.
"Of course, but please just call me Ryan," Mr. Black said cheerfully.
"Well the dinner is Thursday at seven, at Madison Hall, just call if there is any problems," Ryan said motioning to the card.
The musician just stared after Ryan's retreating back, before putting the card carefully in his pocket.
**END FLASHBACK**
Ryan sttod over his wife, climbing over the bed on top of her. He opened her mouth with his tongue, will coaxing her legs apart with his hand, he met no resistance. His mind traveled back to the resistance he had received from the man who was going to put all his questions to rest.
**FLASHBACK**
Ryan took out his cell phone quickly. Now he had to have a party thanks to that bullshit lie he had told the violin player, at least he thought of one quickly, hopefully this man did not ask too many questions. He would make up some bullshit excuse and throw the damn thing. He would have not usually bothered, but the man was so perfect, and he just had to know. If he did not, he thought he probably could never sleep with wife again, knowing of her infidelity, along with some other things, but he refused to acknowledge that now, he had more important things to worry about. But if she was a whore, she would be punished and monitored closely, but never divorced. He loved her, but it was not a woman's place to seek pleasure from another man who was not her husband. After setting up the party, he quickly made another call, being a business man he always suspected resistance, and always assumped he would overcome it.
Ryan entered the party, his petite wife draped over his arm. The enchanting music from a violin could already be heard.
"What is that beautiful music?" she asked delighted.
"That, my dear Usagi, is a violinist that I hired just for you," he replied with a smile, her interest only confirming his resolve to make the violinist the man to perform his wicked deed.
"I think I'll talk to him," Usagi said decisively.
Ryan smiled. Being the ruthless business woman that she was, she assumped the earth would stop when she wanted something, and she was usually right.
Ryan watched his wife talking animatedly to the violinist, probably about music. She had always told him that he had about as much culture as a cow, which made this musician even more perfect.
But shortly his wife was distracted by other people. She had the most amazing quality of drawing everyone towards her, which left the dark-haired man alone.
"May I speak to you for a moment?" Ryan said more than asked as he led him out to the balcony.
"I have a confession," Ryan sighed as he took out a cigarette.
He noticed the hint of disapproval on the face of the man next to him as he smelled the smoke.
"This party is a hoax, I only brought you here so I could speak to you," Ryan continued.
"About what," he replied softly.
"There is something that is eating me up inside and I can take it no longer. I need to know if my wife is faithful."
"Well if you have been faithful to her there is no reason why she should not be so to you."
Ryan let out a cynical laugh.
"A man is ruled by his dick. It is not a man's place to be faithful. A man is supposed to care, love, and provide for his wife, which I do. If a man who does all this wants a little action on the side, I think he deserves it," he said.
"What does this have to do with me?" he answered annoyed.
"You have to prove my wife's faithfulness," Ryan said.
"So you want me to seduce her?"
"Usagi is not one for one night stands. You have to befriend her, and then see how easy she'll spread her legs." Ryan explained.
"That is sick and manipulative and I will have no part in it!" he announced outraged.
"It will be well worth your trouble. A mean being a violinist is not exactly lucrative," Ryan said harshly.
"I am a simple man and playing the violin is what I love, I wouldn't seduce her for all the money in the world!"
"I would say you weren't straight and then drop it, but.." Ryan trailed off.
"But what?"
"Oh I think you know what I'm talking about, Endymion Shields," Ryan announced softly
He stiffened at the use of his name. He never told anyone his name because of how odd he thought it was. Anyway the chance never really arouse to tell anyone.
"After that girl, and the poor people who took you out of that hellhole, what a burdern you left them" Ryan said faking concern.
"How do you know!" Endymion said through clenched teeth.
"If you do me this favor, I'll make sure you can repay them. I'll say the money is from you and maybe you could then sleep a little easier at night," Ryan explained calmly, glancing slightly at the dark circles beneath Endymion's eyes.
"I'm leaving for a business trip in three days. I'll be gone for a little over two weeks. You have a month to see Usagi's faithfulness. If she stays true to me then I'll thank you and you can go back to devoting your life to your viloin, but if she isn't, well then at least you get a good fuck," Ryan said with a smile.
"Only if you pay them first," Endymion said softly.
"I'll wire the money tonight," he replied.
"Thank you," Ryan said giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Now let's get you back to playing that violin, Usagi loves music, it get hers hips moving if you know what I mean!" Ryan said with a laugh.
** END FLASHBACK **
Usagi watched her husband stare intently at her. Sometimes she wondered if Ryan knew about *him*. She let her husband climb on top of her, and as she ran her hands over his smooth back, her thoughts wandered from her husband, and she thought about *him*. She shuddered slightly, and closed her eyes, trying to remember how she had gotten herself into this predicamemnt.
Well that's the end of the first chapter! This story should be long! Well I hope for your comments!
-PinkMoonBeam
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters of Sailor Moon, but this is an original story line
RATED: R for sexual content and language
Trust Between Covers
Chapter 1
He watched his wife lying on the bed. He could not remember the last time when she was like "this." Or maybe it was just that he had chosen to ignore her when she was like this, but all that he could remember was that it had been awhile. It's not that he was not attracted to his wife, but ever since they had that talk... but he was not going to think about that now, not when she like this. His eyes traveled down past her bright blue eyes, red lips, past her partially exposed chest and down to her thighs, but his train of thought was interuppted as a rather unpleasant idea came to mind. He had wondered many times, but not as desperately as now, if *he* had touched her. Of course, he thought, that all of this had been brought to himself by himself. Ever since during his last business trip, but he would not think about her, not while his wife laid on the bed, ready. But ever since his own infidelity he had wondered about hers. She was a business person as was he, and she was human, so she had the urge for earthly pleasures, but it was his belief that a man's was stronger than a woman's. He could have multiple lovers, but his wife must be chaste. He was a man for goodness' sake and had desires, but his love was for her, the owner of the body that had only been ravaged by his hands, or so he hoped. For ever since that night of sin, he had wondered, needed, to know if his wife, his love, was doing the same, and in his sly, businesslike mind, there was only one way to find out.
**FLASHBACK**
He walked the street on that cool, fateful spring day. He had just gotten back from another business trip, which was more eventful than the last.
"Which man could unlock her," he thought as he walked.
It had to be someone different than himself, not another suit. Usagi was surrounded by businesslike people all day, and he hardly thought they could tempt her, it had to be someone more spirited. He passed a museum.
"Perhaps an artist," he thought, that was a bit of lure.
But then he thought of his golden-haired wife. She might be one of the most open people you could ever meet, but she could become very suscipicious, very fast. He had known her all his life, but after that summer when he went away, something about her demeanor had changed. If an artist tried to seduce her she would probaby think he only wanted to draw her naked.
He then passed the opera house. He smiled. She loved music. Whenever she worked in her office she would always hve a classical CD playing. She also tried, in futilty, to drag him to the opera, but he did not have time for such nonsense. He entered through the heavy oak doors, in hopes of finding an orhestra schedule, so he could investigate who would complete his job decscription, but what he found was much more.
When he opened the door the most beauutiful, yet saddest muic he had ever heard entered his ears. As he walked closer, the first things he noticed were the musicians hands. So slender they deftly danced across the violin, sliding the bow effortlessly across it. His eyes were closed and his ebony black bangs fell across them.
"Excuse me," he said, hoping to catch the man's attention.
The lovely music quickly stopped. The musician raised from the seat to his full height, placing his violin down gently. The next thing he noticed about the dark-haired man, was that he was handsome, but there was also an aura of mystery with him. He was tall and seemed to be muscular, from what was visible under his dress pants and shirt.
"Yes?" he replied and there was a look of annoyance in the coldest blue eyes imaginable.
His heart fell, perhaps this man was a little too dark for his bright sunny wife.
"I was just wondering when the next show was," he answered half-heartedly.
The musician smiled, which lit up his face considerably, showing off a row of perfect white teeth.
"This has to be the man, if she can resist him, she can resist anyone," he thought relieved.
"Actually there's one a few weeks from now, I just enjoy practicing," the dark-haired man replied.
"Are you single?" he asked suddenly.
There was a bit of confusion present, just for a second, in his steel cold eyes.
"It's just that there is a dinner at my company for a man who is getting married, and afterwards there is a bachelor party. I would like you to be the musician for that party, and of course you are invited to the party afterwards. I know some involved men are not comfortable in that situation," he said quickly, extending a card.
A look of relief crossed the musician's face.
"I would love to play my violin, Mr. Black," he said reading the business card, "but I will not be attending the party afterwards, I do not affiliate myself with those things."
"Oh no he has morals, or is just a fag," he thought sadly.
"Of course, but please just call me Ryan," Mr. Black said cheerfully.
"Well the dinner is Thursday at seven, at Madison Hall, just call if there is any problems," Ryan said motioning to the card.
The musician just stared after Ryan's retreating back, before putting the card carefully in his pocket.
**END FLASHBACK**
Ryan sttod over his wife, climbing over the bed on top of her. He opened her mouth with his tongue, will coaxing her legs apart with his hand, he met no resistance. His mind traveled back to the resistance he had received from the man who was going to put all his questions to rest.
**FLASHBACK**
Ryan took out his cell phone quickly. Now he had to have a party thanks to that bullshit lie he had told the violin player, at least he thought of one quickly, hopefully this man did not ask too many questions. He would make up some bullshit excuse and throw the damn thing. He would have not usually bothered, but the man was so perfect, and he just had to know. If he did not, he thought he probably could never sleep with wife again, knowing of her infidelity, along with some other things, but he refused to acknowledge that now, he had more important things to worry about. But if she was a whore, she would be punished and monitored closely, but never divorced. He loved her, but it was not a woman's place to seek pleasure from another man who was not her husband. After setting up the party, he quickly made another call, being a business man he always suspected resistance, and always assumped he would overcome it.
Ryan entered the party, his petite wife draped over his arm. The enchanting music from a violin could already be heard.
"What is that beautiful music?" she asked delighted.
"That, my dear Usagi, is a violinist that I hired just for you," he replied with a smile, her interest only confirming his resolve to make the violinist the man to perform his wicked deed.
"I think I'll talk to him," Usagi said decisively.
Ryan smiled. Being the ruthless business woman that she was, she assumped the earth would stop when she wanted something, and she was usually right.
Ryan watched his wife talking animatedly to the violinist, probably about music. She had always told him that he had about as much culture as a cow, which made this musician even more perfect.
But shortly his wife was distracted by other people. She had the most amazing quality of drawing everyone towards her, which left the dark-haired man alone.
"May I speak to you for a moment?" Ryan said more than asked as he led him out to the balcony.
"I have a confession," Ryan sighed as he took out a cigarette.
He noticed the hint of disapproval on the face of the man next to him as he smelled the smoke.
"This party is a hoax, I only brought you here so I could speak to you," Ryan continued.
"About what," he replied softly.
"There is something that is eating me up inside and I can take it no longer. I need to know if my wife is faithful."
"Well if you have been faithful to her there is no reason why she should not be so to you."
Ryan let out a cynical laugh.
"A man is ruled by his dick. It is not a man's place to be faithful. A man is supposed to care, love, and provide for his wife, which I do. If a man who does all this wants a little action on the side, I think he deserves it," he said.
"What does this have to do with me?" he answered annoyed.
"You have to prove my wife's faithfulness," Ryan said.
"So you want me to seduce her?"
"Usagi is not one for one night stands. You have to befriend her, and then see how easy she'll spread her legs." Ryan explained.
"That is sick and manipulative and I will have no part in it!" he announced outraged.
"It will be well worth your trouble. A mean being a violinist is not exactly lucrative," Ryan said harshly.
"I am a simple man and playing the violin is what I love, I wouldn't seduce her for all the money in the world!"
"I would say you weren't straight and then drop it, but.." Ryan trailed off.
"But what?"
"Oh I think you know what I'm talking about, Endymion Shields," Ryan announced softly
He stiffened at the use of his name. He never told anyone his name because of how odd he thought it was. Anyway the chance never really arouse to tell anyone.
"After that girl, and the poor people who took you out of that hellhole, what a burdern you left them" Ryan said faking concern.
"How do you know!" Endymion said through clenched teeth.
"If you do me this favor, I'll make sure you can repay them. I'll say the money is from you and maybe you could then sleep a little easier at night," Ryan explained calmly, glancing slightly at the dark circles beneath Endymion's eyes.
"I'm leaving for a business trip in three days. I'll be gone for a little over two weeks. You have a month to see Usagi's faithfulness. If she stays true to me then I'll thank you and you can go back to devoting your life to your viloin, but if she isn't, well then at least you get a good fuck," Ryan said with a smile.
"Only if you pay them first," Endymion said softly.
"I'll wire the money tonight," he replied.
"Thank you," Ryan said giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Now let's get you back to playing that violin, Usagi loves music, it get hers hips moving if you know what I mean!" Ryan said with a laugh.
** END FLASHBACK **
Usagi watched her husband stare intently at her. Sometimes she wondered if Ryan knew about *him*. She let her husband climb on top of her, and as she ran her hands over his smooth back, her thoughts wandered from her husband, and she thought about *him*. She shuddered slightly, and closed her eyes, trying to remember how she had gotten herself into this predicamemnt.
Well that's the end of the first chapter! This story should be long! Well I hope for your comments!
-PinkMoonBeam