Story Two(A): Backdoor Initiation.

WARNING: Anal play and spanking. Nothing too hardcore, almost vanilla. lol

It was the heat that woke her up. For a moment, Kokoro blinked up at the patio umbrella that shaded her and then turned to her side. The pool was empty, the smooth surface broken only by the occasional breeze that coaxed small ripples. Greenery adorned the edges, a slice of nature making it easy for her to forget she was sixty floors above ground. The cityscape loomed in the background with its megatall buildings set amidst an infinite blue of sky and ocean as far as the eye can see.

Kokoro stretched languidly against the cushioned chaise lounge, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her lips. It felt so good, so relaxing. So what woke her up? A sense of urgency suddenly filled her, but she can't place her finger on the cause, her brain was still slowly waking up from her nap. It's Saturday, her day off, but she can't shake off the feeling that she'd forgotten something important.

Checking her watch, Kokoro touched her throat as she realized she was quite parched. Rearranging her bikini bra and thong, she smiled ruefully as she saw her new tan lines. Hah! Wait until Mitsuru sees. She didn't understand his fascination but if it pleased him, what's the harm?

She was still smiling when she pulled the sliding door that would lead into the penthouse, then froze as a sea of men greeted her eyes.

Shit! Only now did she remember. Mitsuru has asked her to go out shopping or whatever way she wanted for the day. He'd be bringing his business associates. All men. He didn't trust them outside business, so had wanted her out of the penthouse instead of being their hostess.

The group looked like European businessmen—with an edge. For every man in a suit, there was a tougher looking, less polished bodyguard.

But still, Mitsuru looked more dangerous than all the others lumped together. So why was she never afraid of him?

They looked as shocked as she was, some blatantly ogling her getup. Mitsuru's piercing green eyes promised retribution. But instead of feeling chastised, it brought out her cheeky side. Kokoro wondered what got into her, she's practically half-naked right now yet all she could think about was how damn attractive her man looked in his casual dark gray suit and polished, brushed back hair.

Still, she wasn't about to rile him up in front of these men. "Good afternoon, sorry for the interruption." She said in a soft voice then turned to shut the sliding door. Perhaps it was due to the long disuse, but the damnable door took this moment of all times to malfunction. Kokoro grunted softly as she struggled to pull it free from whatever caused it to be stuck.

She felt the eyes of everyone behind her, for the first time feeling self-conscious as she couldn't gauge their expressions, but was completely oblivious to the way her butt tightened and flexed as she wrestled with the door. She was more concerned with closing it so she could get away.

Kokoro paused when she heard the stifled groans behind her and looked over her shoulder, smiling sheepishly as if to say silly me. She must have interrupted a very important business negotiation.

Mitsuru was no longer among the group of men, she didn't hear him walk closer, her first inkling was the scent of his cologne, then his large hand that brushed hers away before shutting the sliding door.

"Who is this, Mori?" one of the men asked.

"My fiancee was just going to our room." Mitsuru bit out as he draped his suit jacket over her slender frame. "Go." His breath was hot against her ear.

Uh oh. That voice meant trouble for her later. So why was she excited instead of apprehensive?

Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Kokoro decided to get dressed first before invading the kitchen for water. She touched his hand briefly before walking away.

The outline of the penthouse was new to her and she almost got lost until Mitsuru's bodyguard escorted her to the hallway that would lead to the bedroom. This penthouse wasn't their main residence and used only when Mitsuru was conducting one of his business meetings around the area. It was bigger than the one in Strelitzia City, but she preferred their first one, it felt more like home than this current residence, despite its opulence and grandeur, felt too formal and impersonal with its cream and gold theme. Perfect for business meetings.

"Thank you, Milo." Kokoro said softly, smiling as the corners of his lips flattened. She couldn't help it. "Sorry, it's hard to pronounce your name."

"It's Massimiliano, ma'am." The bodyguard in a dark suit said in polite, clip tones. "I would prefer to be called that especially in front of my men. If it's too hard, then please call me Maxim."

"Alright, Maxim it is." Kokoro said, trying to hold back a smile, knowing the stoic man with the receding hairline won't appreciate it.

He gave her a slight nod. "If there's anything you require, please call for assistance. The boss prefers that you stay out of sight while he discusses business with these men."

"I'm actually thirsty, would be it too much trouble to get someone to bring some water for me?" Kokoro nuzzled the fabric of Mitsuru's suit, like a puppy seeking his scent. God, that man could turn her on just with his sexy scent.

"I'll have one of my men bring you a bottle." Milo said, his expression carefully bland. "Anything else?"

"No, just some water...and some apple slices. Thank you Mi—I mean Maxim."

-o-

"I thought you'd go out shopping."

Kokoro whirled around in the shower with a small gasp.

"Mitsuru!" She laughed lightly, blushing like a small child caught stealing cookies. "I thought your meeting will be for some hours more."

He leaned against the doorway in the bathroom, intently watching her bathe. He tugged off his tie and dropped it carelessly to the floor. He was barefooted, just his cream pinstripe shirt and slacks.

"As soon as I heard your treadmill stop, I rescheduled the meeting."

"I fell asleep by the pool. I didn't realize I was actually more tired than I thought." She smiled and made a small show for him, rubbing herself a bit more sensuously as she soaped her body.

His face tightened, but that was all the indication he gave. Without looking away, he began to unbutton his shirt.

Kokoro paused and just stood there, the performer now the spectator as he unbuckled his belt, his pecs, and biceps flexing, drawing her into a deeper spell. God, he's such a magnificent beast.

"You disobeyed me, baby..." He said in that soft voice that carried a wealth of meaning.

"I..." Kokoro hardened her face, showing bravado she was far from feeling. "I did nothing wrong."

"No." Mitsuru murmured as he stepped out of his slacks, leaving it crumpled on the floor. "You just gave every man in that meeting a fucking boner."

Heat made her cheeks flush but unable to look away as Mitsuru dragged his boxer briefs over his cock, making it bob. Oh lord.

"So now I'm going to discipline you for disobeying me."

"Oh, are you?" Kokoro tried to sound cheeky but instead sounded intrigued, her heartbeat accelerated. "How's that?"

He entered the large shower enclosure, his eyes gleaming with promise. "I'm going to spank you." He yanked her close without warning, his cock a hot brand against her belly as he trapped it between their bodies.

"I...I'm not sure I want that..." Kokoro murmured as she brushed back wet strands of hair from her face. Was he really going to do it?

"Again you make that mistake, sweetheart." Mitsuru said silkily as he cupped her chin, raising her face to meet his stare. "I wasn't asking."

"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped.

"I won't abuse you, baby." He murmured, although his smile did nothing to reassure her. If anything, he looked even more...menacing.

"You think I'll harm my favorite playground? Oh no...what I do with you is for mutual pleasure. It's a two-way interaction, I'll be assessing your response as usual."

"What does that mean?"

His mesmerizing green eyes looked pleased as he pinned her with his gaze.

"Did you know...your pupils would dilate until your eyes are almost black? It's a sign of surrender that says you'll let me do anything to you." He reached behind her to grab her perky butt.

"Sometimes I'd hold your wrists to feel your pulse, and I've learned what makes your heart race. Sometimes, I feel for it here." He brushed a kiss against the side of her neck, and just as he said, her pulse began to beat faster against his lips.

"Without touching your pussy...I can tell when you get wet for me." He lowered his head to drop a kiss on the left side of her chest. "You get a pink flush from here..." his lips traced a path across her chest until he reached her right nipple. "...to here."

He licked her delicately, smiling as Kokoro began to tremble. "This sweet little bud always hardens a moment faster than the left."

Mitsuru pulled back and indicated the metal towel rack. "Turn around and hold on to that bar. Prepare for your punishment."

"Mitsuru..."

"Don't fight me, baby..."

"Just wait a second!" She gasped. She has always trusted Mitsuru, but he hadn't spanked her before either. Except for the occasional butt slapping in the throes of passion.

"For what?"

"Let me add up the pros and cons..."

A surprised gust of breath left him, then Mitsuru laughed lightly. "The naughty little girl who cockteased a room full of men now wants to consider the consequences?"

Kokoro didn't speak, weighing the situation before her. Hadn't she decided to explore her sexuality, seek her limits? What better way to find out than with Mitsuru? Besides, she could always ask him to stop if it got too much. Why not try a few minutes of it?

Mitsuru had been watching her intently, waiting for her decision. Now that she had acquiesced...would her pupils really dilate?

"There it is..." He dropped a kiss on her mouth, then gave her a cocky smirk. He gripped her hips and turned her around. "Grab that and don't let go. If you do, I'll have to punish you harder."

Wondering what she had agreed to, Kokoro swallowed the knot of apprehension and did what he said, grabbing the metal bar and bending over.

She could feel the weight of his stare against her pussy and ass, making her breath hitch erratically.

"Consequences..." Mitsuru muttered, "I don't know whether to kiss you or spank you harder..."

Positioned like this, Kokoro felt utterly open, vulnerable, completely under his control. Yet found herself having a hard time keeping her hips still, she fidgeted like a young filly about to be broken.

She flinched when he traced a tan line across her ass with a gentle finger. "You made sure I saw this. You revealed it in a room full of men, but it was for me..."

"Maybe—" Kokoro began huskily that ended in a gasp.

Slap! His hand came down hard on her ass cheek, a sting that vibrated through her throbbing pussy, and she yelped, writhing back toward him.

The sound was loud in the enclosure, startling her as much as the hit. "Hey!" No warning? Her butt began to smart until he began to knead her with his big hands, transforming that strike into...throbbing heat. Oh my.

"Please," she said.

"Bad girl." He caressed her butt before giving her another slap that made her cry out. The reverberations spread deep into her pussy, teasing her, driving her insane.

His cock brushed against her leg, pulsing with excitement just before he slapped the other side of her butt.

"Look at this sassy ass, wiggling with my strikes." Again, he kneaded her after each slap, generating that delicious heat. "For days, this unruly flesh has been begging me to be chastised." Another slap, harder this time. More massages. "Damn, baby I can see how wet you're getting. You were made for this."

Kokoro didn't argue, that bloom of heat spread from her ass to her pussy and thighs...to her belly. With his next slap, she arched her back, then rested her face against her arm, moaning softly as he massaged her.

"You know what happens when you make me jealous..." Slap. His breaths were heavy now, more erratic, his voice lower, coarser. "You played a dangerous game...when those men leered at you in that thong, I had the strongest urge to tear off that flimsy fabric with my teeth and fuck you in front of all them."

Her ass tightened beneath his massaging hands. "Oh, you like that? You want people to watch you getting fucked?"

"Mitsuru..." His apparent jealousy hit her like a drug, Kokoro couldn't help the trembling of her body.

"I don't want to share you...if I had my way I'd lock you up here, unseen by all except me. Yet I was ready to pull you over my lap and fuck you in front of those men."

Another slap. Then his big hands kneaded her again. She could get used to this. Kokoro thought almost vaguely, her mind slowly floating away.

"You are mine and they coveted you." He leaned his head towards her and scraped his teeth against her butt cheek. "When other men covet what's mine, I want to punish them. And then you." SLAP!

The fiercest one yet. Kokoro hissed in a breath through her teeth, hips moving restlessly. But right when she raised her ass for more, he paused.

"Why did you stop?" She looked at him over her shoulder. He was looking intently at her ass, his heated hands clutching her hips.

"Because now I need to fuck this..." She gasped as she felt the crown of his cock rubbing along the lips of her pussy. "...more than I need to punish your ass. Spread your legs, baby."

He didn't wait for her to finish, Kokoro shrieked as the whole world tilted and she was impaled on his cock without warning. Forced to stand on tiptoes, she clenched her fists around the bar for balance.

She was wet, slick, ready for his invasion, just not the ferocity with which he took her. It didn't matter how long they'd been together. How many times they have done this. He was her first lover—she wanted him to be her last—and every time felt just like that first time. The overwhelming sensation of his body coming into hers, the emotions spiraling out of control. The love so strong it scared the hell out of her.

"I knew you would love that." His cheek pressed against hers as he reached his hands around, cupping her breasts. Kokoro squirmed as he pinched one peak. Hard.

"Oh, baby..." He groaned, a pained sound as her pussy clenched in reaction. "You feel so good." He seized the other nipple, tweaking both between his merciless fingers.

"Going to get you nipple clamps next, sweetheart." He squeezed her nipples as he thrust. "It will drive you crazy...but you'll love it."

One of his hands shot up to grasp her chin, gently pulling her head back to face him. Her heart leaped, sending her pulse racing. He stared directly into her eyes, his own an unfathomable shimmering green that became her universe if she stared long enough. Soon she was lost in his mesmerizing stare even as he inched the thick ridge of his cock closer and closer to that spot…that spot…oh, yes, that spot right there!

"Mitsuru!" Kokoro cried, limbs trembling from the sheer need.

"Yes baby?" he breathed.

"Right there, right there—" She momentarily lost the capacity for speech as, still holding her chin, he slid his cock back and forth, slowly, slowly, too damn slowly. "Faster! Oh god! You're driving me crazy!"

"Shh. Patience baby."

"Devil!"

"Little Witch!"

Even in the midst of ecstasy, of sexual frustration, she couldn't help but laugh. A familiar occurrence between them. But Mitsuru released her chin before it got uncomfortable, then gripped her waist. His breath was warm and heavy against her shoulder as he picked up his pace and soon there was nothing but sensation. Hot. Electrifying. The feel of him and the familiar scent and sounds of their sex filled her senses. How was he holding back? Why didn't she have his control? She squeezed her internal muscles tight as she could around him.

"Christ, Kokoro." The breath from the words cooled her heated flesh. He gripped her ass, almost punishing as he gave her a deep, hard thrust in response.

Her fingers clenched around the bar, then gripped them harder when the pleasure coiled tighter and built to blinding proportions. Her panting turned into a breathless litany. "Yes, Mitsuru, yes..."

Always her answer to everything where he was concerned.

Mitsuru closed his eyes, dropped a trail of kisses against her neck and shoulder, then lifted his mouth to her ear. "Come for me, Kokoro."

Sweet release engulfed her, submerged her, somehow grounding her and flinging her into the heavens at once, unable to suppress her cries. So good, oh so good…

While Kokoro hung on to the metal bar, he poured some kind of oil over her ass, continuing to massage her. She tensed up when his seeking fingers dipped between her curves. "Easy baby...I won't hurt you."

Her mind went blank as he touched a place so forbidden to her, so...taboo she couldn't help the small cry that escaped her lips.

"Mitsuru...I'm not sure..." He rarely touched her there, and he'd often deferred when the intimacy got too much. But now...

"Don't think. Feel." He continued his exploration, circling her puckered flesh with his thumb. "Do not let go of that bar, no matter what I do." He told her, a soft warning that had her heart thumping even harder.

She bit her lip as his finger dipped his thumb down, pressing against her. Sweet lord. Was he going to penetrate her there?

The pleasure was undefined to her, hard to describe, but no less intense. She arched her back, her ass angling higher. Mitsuru pressed and oiled, pressed and oiled, until Kokoro shook from the avalanche of sensation.

Then without warning, he was inside. Kokoro nearly jumped, then moaned, dazed by how good it felt.

"Dear god...so tight." Mitsuru groaned. His green eyes were transfixed on her ass, on his finger penetrating her. "I'm going to own all of you." He rasped bending low to kiss the side of her neck. "Your eyes, your lips, these long sexy legs...every sweet inch of your body. Your rebellious, naughty mind. Your pussy is already mine—can't deny it." He thrust his thumb harder, making her hips squirm. "Soon I'll break your tight little ass open..." He pistoned his hips, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"N-now?" Kokoro gasped. She wasn't sure she's ready.

"Soon." He groaned. "I won't tell when so you'll anticipate."

"Devil!"

He gave another short, low laugh. Then he reached around her, his fingers gently brushing over her pussy. "Ah, my Kokoro's sweet little clit." He rubbed it as he began thrusting his cock, his thumb still wedged inside her.

Her senses were soon overloaded with pleasure, unable to decide which she liked more, his cock or his wicked fingers. "So good...oh Mitsuru...what you do to me..."

She could no longer think. Mental shutdown.

"I'm going to work my cock inside you here, and when I pump my cum in you, I'll own this ass."

Unable to speak a coherent word, she only pushed her hips back against him in response. Too much stimulation. He thrust his cock and thumb at the same time.

"Oh, my god!"

"No, sweetheart. When pleasure makes you mindless, you call only one name. Mine." His words tipped her over the edge.

"Mitsuru!"

His fingers moved even faster, sending her into a crazed frenzy, the waves of her climax overwhelmed her. Kokoro could only clutch the bar for dear life, twisting, gyrating her hips against him in wild abandon.

"That's it, baby, that's it. Take your pleasure from me."

She did. Over and over.

"Mitsuru? Why...?" Kokoro gasped when he suddenly withdrew. Had she been so blinded by her own orgasm she didn't feel his?

"Now that you're more relaxed..." Mitsuru murmured as he reached for something. Then returned to her and showed her what lay in the palm of his hand, watching her eyes as she inspected it. A certain resignation passed over her, and Kokoro turned her face into the shower wall. "Oh lord."

"Do you want it?" he asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Always."

"Really?" she glanced back at him.

"Say the word and I'll put it away. Or, you can let me show you things about yourself that you never knew. Your choice." He ran a hand over her smooth ass cheek as he spoke.

"I'm scared." She admitted in a whisper.

"I won't hurt you, Kokoro."

"I'm more scared of the things I never knew about myself."

"Aren't we all?" He smiled at her gently. He began chaffing the steel plug between his lubed palms, warming it for her.

She turned her face forward again and spoke against the tiled wall. Beneath his hand, her body was shaking. Wasn't she the one who said she'll try everything at least once? "Do it."

Kokoro squeaked and tensed as Mitsuru applied lube generously to her puckered flesh, her fists grasping the metal bar until her knuckles paled from the strain. When he fitted the blunted tip of the silver plug there, she nearly bolted.

"Push against it, baby." Mitsuru murmured, his other hand resting gently on the small of her back. "Relax and take it. Open for me."

"I don't think I can." Though it was not as huge as the ones she'd seen online, it was bigger than his finger!

"You can." He assured her, circling the plug then pressing gently. "Slow and easy. We have all the time." She obeyed. He met her with gentle pressure, watching her every slight movement, waiting for the tiniest indication of pain or distress. Except for intermittent whimpers, she gave none. And just when her breath had become erratic and panting, the plug slid home, and it was in.

After a brief stretch, sensation radiated throughout her body. Kokoro went still and savored it, rocking her hips to get used to the feeling.

"Look at you." Mitsuru breathed, stroking her ass. An emerald heart rested between her cheeks. "So fucking beautiful. Don't move, just feel it." His cock pulsed at the sight.

But she couldn't keep still, shifting weight from one leg to the other. "It feels...strange. I don't know if I like it—" She broke off when he slid two fingers between her folds and into her dripping heat, feeling her soft flesh flutter deeply around his fingers. Her soft cry split the air.

"It feels like you do." Mitsuru teased, slowly pulling out his fingers and pushing in again. His cock throbbed against the back of her thigh.

Her slick tight flesh gripped his fingers so tightly it was all he could do to squeeze a third one in. With the other hand, he gave her plug a series of gentle tugs, careful not to dislodge it.

It was too much for her. She broke apart, pulling her legs even wider for him even as her body thrashed and she sang her ecstasy for him.

"Easy, sweetheart." He groaned, gripping her hip, watched the way she undulated in graceful waves, the soft, breathy sounds she makes, and wanted to be inside her so fucking bad it hurt. His balls were full and heavy, his cock demanding to be where his fingers were.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Kokoro gasped, her hips rocking back against him in silent demand.

"You're going to feel very full with me and the plug."

Between panting breaths, she gasped, "Do it! Please! I want to know...I want you inside me."

He gritted the words, "My woman wants to know?" Then he understood. This would be the closest she'll ever feel filled in both.

Slowly Mitsuru laid one of his big hands on her lower back, his fingers spanning her small waist. With his other hand, he worked his cockhead up and down her drenched soft folds.

Kokoro wriggled her hips, trying to tempt him, to lure him inside. Tension gathered. "Mitsuru...please."

She was ready to scream in frustration. She was so on the edge and he still hadn't done more than remain just inside her pussy, the head nestled just at her opening. She tried to push back against him, tried to force him deeper inside her. But he pulled back each time.

Her mouth fell open, then protested when he administered a sharp smack to her ass. Then he chuckled. He laughed! "Behave now, Kokoro."

A frustrated feminine sound.

"So impatient," Mitsuru said, amusement in his voice. "We do this my way, sweetheart. I want to be inside you as badly as you want me there, but we got to take this slow."

Kokoro closed her eyes and groaned.

He chuckled again and then pushed forward another inch, opening her wider to his advance. Kokoro went still, then sighed. Tense, waiting, anticipating, her entire body quivering and clenching, her pussy sucking at his cock, wanting it deeper, silently begging. She wanted all of it. She wanted him.

"Does your hungry little pussy ache for this?" He began feeding his length inside—

Kokoro screamed, coming before he was even halfway in. "Mitsuru!"

"Baby?" He gasped, disbelief patent in his voice, "Already?"

But she could no longer speak, the incredible fullness sent her over the brink. His grip tightened around her waist and he plunged forward, kept his rhythm steady, drawing out her pleasure. She gasped, her eyes widening, her mouth remaining open as a silent cry echoed through her head.

"Can never get deep enough in you." He groaned against her ear.

And she could never get him deep enough, even though he bottomed out in her, even though she felt him reshaping her with each thrust, with each stab of his cock, she wanted more. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, and he groaned, feeling it.

"Come on, sweet baby. You want it, take it. Take it."

"Yes." Kokoro whimpered, "Oh god, Mitsuru!" the tiny words broken by his relentless drive into her body.

He leaned over her, covered her, blanketing her. She twitched, bucking upward, unable to help her desperation for more.

"Release the bar. That's it, baby. Let go. Let me have you. I want it all, Kokoro. Everything you have. It's mine." Mitsuru whispered.

Kokoro released her grip on the towel rack and clung to his arm that was wrapped around her waist instead. He pulled her up against him.

Mitsuru leaned over, his hands stroking her stomach, gradually moving upward to cup her breasts, then let his hands curl over her shoulders. The heat of his mouth seared her nape as he dragged her back to meet his forceful thrusts. He pounded into her, setting a relentless pace that blinded her to everything else but him, his cock driving in and out of her.

Kokoro no longer knew what she cried out. Stop. Don't stop. Hoarsely pleading as she arched her hips against him. Her breasts bounced almost painfully with each of his thrust and she reached to support them with her arm.

And then Mitsuru was there, surrounding her, his arms gathering her close. He murmured soft, soothing words to her, nuzzling her hair as his body shuddered and pulsed wetly into her soft flesh.

Kokoro went soft and slick around him as he bathed her pussy in his release. Her eyes closed and she wasn't sure if she was even fully conscious, because she hovered on some other place. Like she was inebriated with fine wine.

Floating. Euphoric. Completely sated.

And happy.

He soothed her with soft kisses pressed along her spine and then to her ear. Murmured words she didn't even understand drifted softly over her ear. Finally, he withdrew, dragging his cock through her swollen, slick walls, pulling until the very tip of his erection was barely perched at her opening.

His breaths tickled her damp neck, hot and heavy. His heart thundered against her back. One of his hands moved to lightly cover her throat and filled his other palm with a breast.

He was content to rest like this, with his woman held in his arms, and it felt the most natural thing in the world.

Kokoro smiled as he nuzzled her neck and pressed kisses to her shoulder like she was most precious to him in the whole world.

And then he pulled away and her protest was immediate. She was rudely yanked from her warm haze and instantly cold and bereft without him.

"Shhh, baby." Mitsuru whispered. "We've been under the shower too long, let me take care of you now."

Too languid to even speak a single word, Kokoro simply submitted to his ministrations with a smile.

A/N: Story Two(B) would be the more 'proper' anal sex. I know, these are supposed to be one-shots, but sometimes it gets too long I have to chop them up. I prefer to stop around 5k words per story but obviously, it's not that simple. arghh.