Alrighty! Here's the update to this one! Once again, this gets pretty darn graphic –grin- I hope that those of you who like lemons will enjoy this; others I've shown it to so far have seemed to like it a lot. And, to animelover—I am the same authoress from seto -kaiba .com (Setos slave) I really appreciate the fact that you like it so much and that you made sure it wasn't being stolen by someone :) it really means a lot. So! Onwards! I'm working really hard on the third chapter, so hopefully this won't be the end, as I thought it would be when I first started.
Chapter 2--
I gave a somewhat seductive smirk at him as I gently backed into the bed and sat, then scooting back on it so that I was nearly in the middle of it, never letting my gaze stray from his face. "Tell me," I said, leaning forward to press my breasts together slightly at him. "How long have you wanted something like this to happen?"
"It's not a matter of wanting," he replied, coming to the bed and crawling onto it towards me. His face was barely two inches from mine when he continued. "It's a matter of taking advantage of your desire for me and the situation."
"Ah, using your assets," I sneered at him, staring into his cobalt eyes with my gold ones. Odd clash of color, really. "Your stepfather taught you well."
As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew I had struck a nerve. I could have sworn I saw his eyes flash as his hand came up to sharply grasp my chin, something that nearly caused me to flinch in surprise, but I was far more amused at how easily he was provoked. "I am where I am because I took that miserable old fool out of my life. Any man who chooses to throw himself out an office window after he loses his company to his adopted son is no one to be heeded. I only paid attention to one thing he taught me…" His grip on my chin tightened to the point where it tingled because the nerves were being pinched so hard. "Never show anyone mercy."
Immediately after he spoke, I shoved a hand into his chest and pushed him down to the bed, straddling his waist to keep him down as I sat up on him. "A nice phrase coming from you, but next time try not to let your anger towards your stepfather distract you from the task at hand. Emotions are a sign of weakness, Seto, and they will cost you dearly in this little game of ours if you let your guard down." I ran a finger down his cheek, lightly scratching its smooth surface with my nail.
Keeping the same emotionless mask upon his face, he grasped my hand and sneered up at me. "You think you have the upper hand already? I'd listen to yourself first to make sure you don't end up slipping. Whether you do or not makes no difference; I'll still win."
"You keep thinking that," I said. "That'll only make it more humiliating when you—"
I was cut off as he suddenly sat up and pulled my hand behind him, pulling me forward into an almost bruising kiss, and before I knew what was happening, his tongue had already parted my lips and slid into my mouth. Kami, what a good kisser he was. Had I not been so fixed on dominating him, I'd have melted into him and let me do whatever the hell he wanted to me. I fought back, though, and used my own tongue to push into his mouth, starting a small battle as we continued on, barely stopping for a breath.
He pulled my hand even more to close what little space there was between us, then somehow started to snake his hand up my shirt, keeping the deep, fervent kiss from getting any easier for me. I wasn't about to allow that until I'd gotten to him first, so I used my other hand and followed his up my shirt to keep him from getting any higher than my navel. In response, he bit down rather hard on my tongue, causing my hand to falter in its task of keeping his down, and with a rough push he made it up to my bra, then quickly undid the clasp in the front.
How he knew it was there, I had no idea, but it sure as hell took my focus off him and directed it towards how free my chest felt all of a sudden. Still keeping his lips locked with mine, he pulled my hand out of my shirt with his and pinned my arms behind my back. I sort of allowed him to do it.
I was up for a challenge.
Though, as soon as I attempted to fight back, he immediately tightened his grip on me, refusing to let go, and I let out a sort of stifled grunt and tried again.
Which, of course, did nothing to help my situation. He slowly broke the kiss and when I opened my eyes, I found his looking right at me, half-closed. "Don't make that noise," he whispered. I took it as another challenge.
"What, this?" I made it again, and once again felt his hands tighten on me.
A malicious glint in his eyes was all the warning I got before he roughly pushed my arms so far back that my elbows were touching; my back arched a great deal and I let out something like an "Iiyah!" crossed with a squeak of pain.
"That's more like it," he said with a smirk. "Once again you have proven to me how weak you are underneath all that clothing. Make it again." He pushed my arms together again; I bit my tongue and grimaced slightly, only letting a small noise out. He snickered quietly. "Resisting me is useless, Iduke. Just stop struggling and I may not hurt you as much."
"Oh come on, like I'm going to buy that crap," I said, doing my best to glare down at him; it was rather difficult because of how far back I was leaning, though as I moved, his attention shifted from my face to my chest—big surprise; it was only a few inches below his face at this point.
"How well you know me we'll find out later," he murmured, letting his eyes trail back up to my face. Leaning forward, he tugged the tie of my choker undone with his teeth, then began to kiss up and down my neck, occasionally biting me, leaving red marks on my skin. I was trying my hardest not to let out any noise that might suggest I was enjoying it, knowing that he would instantly take advantage of any sign of weakness. I let my eyes flutter closed, slightly relaxing my shoulders as he went on. Though, as he slowly made his was down my front, I started resisting again.
I don't know what it is, but I hate it when other people get too near my chest, and quite frankly I didn't want Seto to do whatever it was that he had in mind. I did my best to squirm in his grip; as soon as I had started, he wrapped his arms about me and practically crushed me to him, my arms still pinned behind me. Quick-thinking bastard...
Once I could barely move anymore, he leaned his head down and pressed his face right in between my breasts and the turned slightly to start sucking on the side of one, again, biting at me, occasionally taking a lick as well. He kept at it until the spot began to pain me—I thought it was turning into a bruise because of how much it hurt as he bit me more and more. But what pissed me off was that I was enjoying every last minute of it.
"I hate you..." I murmured after a while.
He finally stopped and grinned at me, licking his lips. "So does everyone who realises they've lost to me."
"Well then," I said, finally managing to tilt my head down to look at him, a small smile forming. "I must be doing quite a good job at losing." I smiled more widely and pushed my hips forward to rub against his—I had felt him getting hard for the past few minutes. I swear he almost let out a moan, but he kept it in and merely closed his eyes. "Since you've won, why don't you let me have a little more time with you before you take over completely?"
"Why would I do that?" he asked, slowly opening his eyes to coldly gaze at me.
"Because you hate me?" I asked cutely.
He let out a small laugh. "Be that as it may, you are one of the sexiest things I have ever hated." He suddenly rolled over on top of me, making sure to keep my arms behind me—now he could let go of them because they were under me and pinned. "And you do such a good job at blowing it out of proportion to make yourself look like a prostitute."
"And I know how much you like that, Seto," I sneered up at him. "Though you'll find I'm not the easiest to get into." I had crossed my legs when he rolled me over and I knew that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to pry them open.
He merely smirked and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I won't need to get in, Iduke... you will let me in."
Kami did those words send shivers down my spine. I tensed up as he started kissing my neck again, though his hands were now free to do what they wanted, and he started rubbing them down my sides and pushing himself up against me. His hands went to the bottom of my shirt and pushed it up to expose my chest, as he then lowered his head to start kissing and licking me there, keeping his hands moving on down to massage my thighs. I shut my eyes, trying not to cry out in pleasure, at the same time telling myself to not give into him. That didn't last too long.
Once he was done with his attack on me, he came back up and stared deep into my eyes, bringing a hand up to tilt my chin up. "Iduke," he whispered. "You've lost." With that, he closed the space between us and started kissing me deeply and pushed a hand in between my legs, as I had gone rather weak. I yelped into his mouth, but he ignored it and used his other hand to push my legs apart and settle himself between them; no sooner had he done that, he had already pushed up my skirt and taken off my underwear. I started getting a fluttering sensation in my stomach, but he refused to let me move as he continued to kiss me, slowly putting a hand between my legs and slipping two fingers into me.
My back arched again and I turned my head to the side to break the kiss with him and let out a small moan. "Quit toying with me," I said, glaring up at him.
He smirked again and started to push his fingers deeper into me, then out and in again. "And ruin my fun? Besides... this won't lessen the pain you'll feel from my size; I promise."
"Careful," I warned with a slightly twisted smile forming. "Don't let both your heads get big at once."
"Shall I take that as a 'please don't hurt me, Seto'?" he snickered, continuing to slowly finger me.
"Bring it on."
He immediately pulled his fingers out and undid his pants, never once looking from my face, and I watched his mouth grin widely at me as he narrowed his eyes. He pushed himself into me and I instantly cried out in pain; I tugged my arms out from underneath me to push them against his chest, grimacing more than I ever had before in my life. He merely got a hold on my wrists and pinned them at my sides, leering down at me. "And you call yourself a masochist," he sneered at me.
I could feel the threat of tears forming, but I swallowed hard and glared up at him. "Be quiet, Seto," I hissed. "Did I ever say stop? Whatever happened to not showing me mercy? Some sadist you are."
He laughed. "I never said I would stop... you were struggling so much, it annoyed me." He pushed the rest of the way into me and I grit my teeth again, my hands clenching tightly. Once that was done, he started to slowly rock his hips into mine, me trying to keep from crying until the pain stopped, but wanting it to go on at the same time.
"You're going—so slow, Seto," I managed to get out. "Too scared to go all at once?"
"Be quiet," he murmured, and he crushed his lips to mine, once again kissing me deeply to keep me from speaking. His pace did quicken, though, and the pain soon was replaced by a wonderfully warm pleasure, and I started pushing my hips up into him as he went faster and deeper into me. I started moaning with every thrust, never wanting him to stop as I felt myself starting to peak as he went on; as my moans became louder, he let go of my hands to pull my hips up into him even more, making me nearly cry out as I clenched the sheets. And suddenly I climaxed, my whole body going rigid as my breath caught in my throat. He continued to thrust into me as I settled into a haze of pleasure and not very soon after, I watched as his back arched and he shut his eyes as I felt him eject deep inside me.
I don't remember much after that... I remember slowly coming back to reality and opening my eyes up to see him back at the bookshelf, reading again. I sat up and clutched at my head slightly, as I was still in somewhat of a daze. He heard me and turned his head to leer at me from across the room.
"You'd better not be hoping for any sort of payment," he said, snickering. "No matter how cheap your rates are, I'm not paying."
"I hate you," I muttered, standing up and stretching, putting my clothes back on straight. I heard the clicking of heels again and I immediately went to the door to wait in front of it, tapping my foot. My mother slid open the deadbolt again and as soon as the doors opened, Seto had already passed me and started to make his way out.
"I'd advise you to never do that again," he said to her, not turning around. "Locking the owner of a mansion inside one of his own rooms is no way to get higher up in the business world." And with that, he went downstairs. My mother turned to me.
"Well? What did you do?" she demanded.
I was about to yell at her, but decided better of it. "Nothing," I said simply. "Shouted a few times and then we just sorta sat around."
"That's it?!" she yelled. "Why didn't you—" She stopped, looking down at my chest.
"What is it?" I asked, taking a slight step back. I looked down at my chest and saw the red mark Seto had given me at the beginning of the whole ordeal. I folded my arms and glared at her. "Yeah, so what if I resorted to scratching myself to pass the time?"
She raised an eyebrow at me, though I knew she'd accept it because I did actually have a tendency to do that in extreme cases of boredom. Whether she did or not, I never bothered to find out, for from then on, I never really cared about going to Seto's meetings. I knew that what we had done would forever remain secret, and that our hate for each other would never diminish. Funny how the world works like that.
