Story Two(B): Backdoor Invasion.
WARNING: Anal sex.
Alcohol and Kokoro have never been the best of friends. In fact, she lost a few friends that way, when after a drunken session, Kokoro would get accused of trying to steal someone's boyfriend.
It's not like she'd tried to climb on top of some guy's lap and seduce him. It was the naked honesty in her alcohol laden 'confessions'. Kokoro has since then learned to curb her tongue...by avoiding drinking too much.
Most of the guests have already left, leaving only close friends. At last, she can breathe easier, be more like herself. She has helped host similar parties for her fiancé in the past, in fact, their relationship first blossomed during an after party, very much like this one.
Smiling ruefully at the memory, Kokoro smoothened her navy blue chiffon dress, made from pure silk, the mid-calf skirt flowed like a dream with her movements. She didn't want to think how much the dress costs, it was a gift, just one of the many perks of being friends with the most sought after fashion designer in the country.
"Something sweet, Zero Two?" She offered as she presented a plate of mini mousse cakes topped with berries and mini chocolate tartlets. It was a weird combination to pair with wine, but Kokoro has never questioned her friend's preferences.
"Thanks, dear." She picked one of the finger food and popped it into her mouth. "Mmm...really good." Zero Two mumbled as she brushed her hands together to wipe off the crumbs before her neatly manicured fingers skimmed the surface of an open sketchpad, uncaring if it got food smudges. "I need your opinion on something."
Kokoro placed a separate plate of crostini topped with melted fontina cheese and mushroom on the coffee table, then sat down on the leather recliner.
"This is an evening gown I've been sketching for the upcoming fashion award gala. I won't have enough time to sew more than one, but I can't pick which color to go with."
"Why are you asking me?" Kokoro laughed softly, "You know my answer to everything is emerald green!"
"Told you she won't be of any help." Miku, her closest friend murmured as she whirled wine in her glass. "She only wears dark blue because it's Mitsuru's favorite color."
Zero Two blew a breath, ruffling her pink bangs. "Alright, just settle a score then, garnet red or royal purple?"
"Red." Kokoro said without hesitation. There was a groan of protest from Ichigo and Ikuno. Miku only grinned wider.
"Red it is then." Zero Two smiled then closed her sketchbook.
"Hah! I knew it!" Miku smirked as she pulled her bag open and began to dig out small perfume bottles. "I brought some new fragrances, please try them a few times? I have to send them to the head technician before the end of the month, so I have to make final adjustments soon."
"Kokoro I thought you might like this one." Miku extended her hand, offering her a small bottle labeled 'Floral Vanilla'. "Top note is herbal tea and camellia, with a hint of musk. Not sure what to call it yet."
Kokoro was about to reach for it when she suddenly jumped from her seat as if startled.
"Kokoro? Are you alright?" Miku asked curiously, seeing the flushed color slowly bloom on her friend's cheeks.
"Uh, y-yeah." Kokoro gasped, gripping the edge of the armrest. "Must...must have hit my...my funny bone." She whimpered as sensation ricocheted through her lower belly and dangerously tightened all her muscles.
"Funny bone?" Miku arched an eyebrow. The other girls stopped sniffing perfume from their wrists and looked at her curiously.
A small moan escaped from Kokoro before she bit her lip to stop it. Sweat began to bead the edges of her hairline, and her face was flushed pink.
"Seriously, are you alright?" Ichigo asked in concern. "Did you drink too much?"
"That...that must be it." Kokoro appeared to struggle to keep her breathing normal. She bit her lip again but was unable to stop a small moan from escaping.
Kokoro gasped lightly as she wiped the beads of sweat from her hair, she knew her friends must have thought it was the wine, she had taken more than her usual this evening, but that wasn't it.
It was all Mitsuru's fault. And he wasn't even near her.
He stood halfway across the enormous penthouse patio with a full-sized heated pool where they have hosted that evening's business gathering. His friends and business associates chatted casually as they sipped their drink. But oh lord, despite the aggravation, Kokoro couldn't help but admire her man. He looked absolutely devastating in all black that brought out the intensity of those green eyes.
His hand drifted into the pocket of his slacks again, and every muscle in her body went on alert. It was a motion she'd constantly been on the lookout for, ever since most of the guests have left.
Oh, no more. Not in front of my friends! Don't…
Inside the lacy thong she wore, a vibration came to silent life that pulsed directly on her clit.
Though she knew what was going to happen it didn't mitigate her reaction, didn't stop her from jumping.
"Kokoro?" Her friends all asked in concern. "You're really acting strange!"
"E-excuse me...need to...cool off!" The last word ended in a small scream as she shot up from the chair.
"Need help?" Miku offered, her face clearly worried.
"N-no!" She said sharper than intended. Kokoro took another breath and tried a softer voice. "I...I just need to go to the restroom..." The last word ended in a high pitch as she strode away.
Her friends gave her bewildered looks but Kokoro needed to get away before her knees buckled.
The titanium chastity belt that was customized to fit her perfectly was so comfortable she'd completely forgotten she was wearing it beneath the chiffon dress.
Her devil of a fiancé had tricked her into allowing him to put it on her, she foolishly didn't know it would lock! She should have known that she won't be able to remove it at will, should have inspected it first but no. He'd licked and teased her to oblivion until she said yes, and in her mindless state, she failed to notice that not only would the belt will lock, but also could be fitted with a small vibrator. One that Mitsuru could control with just a stroke of a finger.
Kokoro moaned again as the small toy began to pulse once more. She sent him an aggravated glare, but Mitsuru merely raised his brow at her before giving her a wicked smile. The fiend!
But the strained tension in his jaw told her he wasn't totally immune. He knew what he was doing to her, how he was exquisitely torturing her, but that didn't mean he would be unaffected.
Her breath straggled at her throat as she watched him withdraw those strong, masculine fingers from the pocket of his slacks. To others, it would appear as if he was unconsciously tracing the set of buttons of his shirt, but Kokoro knew better. Especially when those fingers paused just below the middle of his collarbone.
Mitsuru was touching the key, the key that would unlock her belt. And then he looked at her with such longing, Kokoro almost forgave him for the torture.
She sucked in a breath, rocked once more by how sexy she found the lock and key. It was like an erotic locket for two that was made just for her and Mitsuru.
Suddenly she needed to come like crazy, but with access to her clit barred, it was as if all her thoughts were focused on that particular part of her anatomy. The sexual freedom she had often taken for granted before suddenly seemed to mock her.
Mitsuru said he'd remove the belt after the party, but no one really knew when that would be. It could last until the early hours of the morning, depending on everyone's mood. It's not like they could gather like this every weekend, given with each one's busy work schedule, just having all five together was a rare treat. Her friends are bound to make this get together last as long as possible.
Kokoro sighed as she headed towards the bathroom, only one way to cool down her lust laden blood. A cold shower.
That's where Mitsuru found her a few moments later, directing the handheld showerhead pointed at her crotch as frothy soap suds flowed down her legs. The belt was designed to keep her fingers from stimulating her clit for sexual release, or penetration with something thick enough to satisfy her, but it was easy enough to stay clean by directing the spray of water through the narrow metal slit and the sides of the strap at moderate pressure.
Her head snapped in his direction as he called her name.
The next moment was a blur, neither even noticed she forgot to turn off the shower. Kokoro dropped the shower head and strode out of the glass enclosure in the next instant.
Their bodies collided in their haste to grapple each other, kissing, both of them snatching at his clothes.
"Couldn't think of anything but this." He groaned against her lips.
"You didn't warn me how this would affect me!"
He kicked his shoes off. When he yanked at his socks, she almost strangled him with his tie. They both laughed as he brushed her fingers away and tugged it free.
Mitsuru groaned as he sucked her bottom lip. "I actually abandoned the guests to jerk off, but I found something better. You."
"Did you know...I humped your pillow, trying to come?" She whispered.
"Fuck!" With his shirt over his head, he ordered, "Get my goddamned pants off!"
Kokoro yanked them down his legs, gasping softly as she saw the wet circle on his gray boxer briefs, her flesh clenched in response as she tugged it down too.
"I've been walking around with that most of the night." he said with a husky chuckle. Naked, he grabbed the silver chain and pulled it off his neck.
Kokoro whimpered as he fitted the key to the small padlock. It almost felt like a...ritual. Man unlocking his woman.
And as Kokoro watched him unlock her with such carnal anticipation, she silently conceded that she would willingly suffer all these hours again just to see that primal, masculine look.
By the time he had unstrapped the device off her, and placed it on the bathroom counter, she was thrumming with need.
Her fingers flew to her aching pussy, his did too. Their gazes met, both stunned at how slippery wet and swollen she was.
Kokoro bit her lip but couldn't hold back the sound as he lifted his shaking hand to his mouth. His green eyes blazed hotter as he licked his fingers, his cock pulsed, bobbing on its own, as if straining for her.
A pearl of moisture beaded the head and she reached for him, gathering it with her finger to taste him as well.
"Little Witch." He breathed, "What spell have you cast on me?" His fingers returned to caress her, then licked her taste again.
"Devil." Kokoro gasped, panting for him. "It's you who has captured my soul."
"Only your soul? I own every bit of you."
"I wore your lock, but you held my key...How many times this evening did you touch it?" She grabbed his dick, guiding it towards her hips which obviously thrilled him.
"Endlessly." Mitsuru replied, then lifted her up to set her on the vanity. "Spread for me, sweetheart."
She raised her thigh along the outside of his. Her hands dipped between her legs, shaking fingers parted her lips, opening herself until the cold air tickled her inside, and let her head fall back as his fingers explored her wetness with the lightest of touches.
"I love you." Kokoro gasped when one finger slipped gently into her clenching pussy.
He curled his finger slowly, stroking that sweet spot that ignited the familiar ache deep inside her belly. "I love you." Mitsuru whispered back, looking into her eyes as he said it, watching the way her pupils dilated with each stroke. "So much."
"Please," she said weakly stopping him when he would have gone down on her. "I can't wait."
She didn't look away as Mitsuru studied her eyes for a moment, gauging her need. He looked at her, that intense, probing gaze she recognized as his way of checking in on her, making sure she's still all in.
Her breath caught in her throat at the possessive gleam of his eyes.
"Please...don't make me wait any longer!" She whimpered as he fitted his cockhead against the tight opening. Pressing her hips up and forward, Kokoro hissed as the broad head of his cock breached the first inch. She was no longer a blushing virgin, he made certain of that, but his size was still shocking to her.
The first thrust was always his gentlest, ensuring she's ready for him. But sometimes, it's the only warning she'll get.
Mitsuru pulled back until only the blunt tip rested against the opening of her pussy. Gazed down at her, silent, unmoving until Kokoro squirmed. And then he slammed inside, a rough claiming that had her gasping for breath, her lips parted on a silent scream as he stretched her walls apart, opening her, forcing her to yield where her body couldn't accommodate his size.
She cried out as the fucking intensified, had her clawing at the marble countertop as if to escape, but he easily held her down, mastered over her.
"Mitsuru! Too deep!" Kokoro gasped, her voice shaking from the force of his thrusts. But he ignored her, showed her no mercy. Only one thing will stop him now, her safe word.
Kokoro thought she'd black out when a high impact orgasm seized her body. But he didn't give her time to recover, Kokoro moaned a small protest as his cock continued to stroke against soft flesh that now felt raw, hypersensitive. She clung to his shoulders, gasping for breath, he didn't hurt her, but she was overwhelmed by sensations that kept escalating and yet he still did not stop, kept pumping into her.
"Just a second, Mitsuru!" Her clit felt like it was on fire. Pressure coiled low in her belly. "I can't...I can't...not so soon..."
Kokoro sighed as he withdrew, easing the pressure, a moment of reprieve, yet the feeling of emptiness had her hands scratching against his forearms. He bent down to kiss her, a soft, gentle lover's kiss, so very different from the savage fucking he'd subjected her earlier. Then he pushed forward again and her body's natural resistance to the invasion kicked in, making his penetration difficult, and felt like he was thrusting through a tightly closed fist.
"Fuck." Mitsuru said in a strangled voice. "Don't fight me! Goddamn it, Kokoro, won't let you push me out!"
He withdrew almost all the way, leaving only the head of his cock tucked inside her opening. In the space of a few breaths, he waited for the tiny entrance to clench tighter around the blunt crest, and then he surged forward again, ruthlessly opening her in one brutal thrust, overcoming her resistance.
He did this again, and again, a low, rough growl escaped his throat as he bent her to his will until her little pussy yielded, her body finally submitting beneath his relentless, savage thrusts.
Kokoro let out a quiet, helpless whimper of surrender that she knew would excite him all the more. As expected, he became even more punishing and soon the bathroom walls echoed with the harsh sounds of raw fucking.
"I want more." He groaned.
"Then don't hold back." Kokoro gasped, holding his face with trembling hands. "It's alright...let go." Her gaze locked on his. Her body remained open to him, letting him invade inside, letting him take everything.
Kokoro gasped as he cupped her below the ass, changing the angle of her hips in the way he desired, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she never had felt before.
"Hold on to me. This will get rough..." He moved faster now, rocking her body with the force of his thrusts. "No, take it. All of it. Don't look away." He commanded as he held her down, forced her to stay still for a million rapid thrusts. Even as her mind grappled with the impossibility of his actions, Kokoro went wild, overwhelmed by the raw power of his body.
How? Her mind kept screaming, only a machine could move this fast, this strong, this relentless—but the slick dampness of his skin, the straining bunch of his muscles beneath her hands told her otherwise. No. Not a machine. A man. And he was going to drive her insane if she didn't break first.
Her eyes opened wider, pupils dilating to almost black, a primal sound welled up inside her, escaped her panting lips. Kokoro could only cling to him, hold onto his arms to anchor herself, lost in the whirlwind of sensation. He slammed into her again and again, a blunt force that her body accepted in pure sexual shock.
And when he leaned in to bite down her shoulder, she shattered. Could only scream his name in surrender, could do nothing but come, nothing but spasm around his cock, nothing but melt around him, sending long drips of arousal from where they were connected down her inner thighs and onto the marble countertop.
He cinched his arms around her waist rendering her completely captive, couldn't escape his final thrusts, no matter how hard and brutal they were. Kokoro arched her hips, allowing him to drive even deeper. In this they were always perfectly matched, his need to possess was only surpassed by her need to be taken.
His response was a primal hoarse cry that reverberated through their fused flesh, clear to her soul, even as he shuddered, pulsing semen so forcefully into her sheath. A soft moan escaped her lips as the liquid heat bathed her pussy like a balm, soothing the burning aches from the rough pounding he'd inflicted. He murmured soft words against her hair as he drew out his orgasm and hers, pushing his still-hard cock into her slick heat with lazy thrusts, every stroke sent a new wave of sparks behind her eyes.
He held her as they slowly descended from their mutual post-coital bliss. Stroking her hair that had come undone while they'd fucked liked wild animals just a few moments past.
"Shall we get rid of our guests so we can continue this?" Mitsuru murmured against her ear.
Kokoro stiffened for a moment, as if suddenly realizing they still have other obligations for the night. "How...how long have we been gone?"
He shrugged. "Maybe twenty, thirty minutes? I don't know." He brushed a kiss against her lips before leaning lower to lick her nipple.
"Mitsuru..."
"Don't fret, they're all big boys and girls. They can take care of themselves without us." Then his smile took a wicked slant. "Although the thought of you entertaining guests with my cum inside you turns me on."
A small laugh escaped her lips as Kokoro shook her head. "You're such a primitive man."
He bit her lip. "Only with you, sweetheart."
-o-
Freshened up with a quick a shower, the couple stepped out into the patio to get back to their friends. If anyone noticed their host and his fiancée wore a different set of clothes, or that Kokoro still has that sexual flush on her cheeks down to her throat and chest, nobody said anything.
"We're not done yet, sweetheart." Mitsuru whispered against her ear as he leaned down to brush a kiss against her cheek.
Before Kokoro could reply, she almost jumped when he reached behind her and curled his palm over the curve of her ass. "I want to make this mine soon." She went still as he squeezed her, then without warning, smacked her butt before Mitsuru grinned at her and walked away in a different direction.
Composing herself before she returned to her friends, Kokoro almost dropped the plate of food she carried a second time when Miku greeted her with the words, "You have that disgusting satisfied look...you just got laid didn't you?"
Kokoro just gave her an apologetic smile before setting the food plates on the coffee table. Soon, more bottles of wine were opened and shared, and tongues became loose as inhibitions faded away with sobriety.
Miku suddenly stood up and walked behind where Kokoro leaned against the cushioned sofa.
"That feels good..." Kokoro said softly when her friend gathered all her hair and began to style it into a messy bun. Her friend has always loved to do her hair.
Miku touched the red marks on Kokoro's neck that only her long locks could cover. "Bet he fucks you like an animal too."
"You bet he does!" Kokoro giggled then almost spilled her wine as she took another sip.
"So you don't deny it." Miku murmured. "They say it's always the quiet ones...have you guys tried anal?" Her voice slurred, then she hiccuped. It was a question meant for Kokoro but her drunken voice made it audible to the other girls.
"If pegging counts then yes." Zero Two replied, making an unladylike burp before finishing her drink.
"No...not that stuff." Miku said in an almost querulous tone as she sat back on the sofa. "As in...dick in ass fucking."
"What do you want to know?" Zero Two popped another bottle open.
"Do you...make him pull out or...let him cum in the ass?"
"Mitsuru always cum in my pussy." Kokoro replied with a slur, they waited for her to become flustered and backpedal. But apparently, all filter retired for the night after several glasses of wine.
"No...no, Chica." Zero Two chided her instead. "Ass to pussy is bad...you could get an infection."
"Whatchu talking about?" Miku hiccuped again but that didn't stop her from asking Zero Two to refill her glass. "Kokoro never done it, have you?"
"Oh shit! Sorry...Miku."
The redhead shrieked as the wine overflowed and nearly spilled over her lap. "Watch it Zero Two! Are you drunk already?"
"You haven't? Why not?" Zero Two ignored her to face Kokoro instead.
Kokoro shrugged her shoulders. "We tried a few times...but it hurt too much. We even tried those plugs...why can't my pussy be enough? Why must he want my ass too?"
"It's a dominance play." Ikuno suddenly spoke, the only sober one left in their group. "By letting him fuck you in the ass, you're basically submitting in the most animal level to him."
"Some girls actually like it." Zero Two countered, "If you want to try again, now would be the time. You'll be more relaxed."
"Now?" Kokoro turned her head in the direction where Mitsuru sat among his peers.
"Stop it Kokoro...you're giving him the maneater stare again...it's creepy." Miku said, then began to laugh for no reason.
"Honestly, why would you even want to?" Ikuno spoke again. "You already said it hurts, why keep trying?"
"It's a gift." Kokoro murmured with a silly smile, then laughed when Zero Two began to harass the sleeping Ichigo.
"A gift?" Ikuno asked with an arched brow.
"Uh-huh." Kokoro bobbed her head in a drunken exaggeration. "It feels good when he fucks my pussy...but the ass...it would all be for him."
Ikuno was about to say something when Ichigo began to shriek, apparently someone placed an ice cube down her neck.
"Now that everyone is awake." Zero Two said with a smirk, "How about a game of truth or dare?"
-o-
"Dammit Kokoro, press your boobs together!"
The words, though spoken by a feminine voice immediately caught Mitsuru's attention. His head snapped in the direction where his fiancée had been sitting with her friends.
"What the hell?" He muttered in shock as he shot up from his seat. The other men looked in the same direction.
He didn't know what was going on, but Kokoro had exposed an obscene amount of cleavage and had her boobs pressed together. Miku was crouched in front of her, her face pressed against Kokoro's breasts.
She shrieked when Zero Two poured chilled wine over her cleavage and Miku tried to drink. Behind them, they saw the prone figure of Ichigo on the sofa while Ikuno was...making out with her?
Without a word, Mitsuru strode to where they were. Kokoro saw him first.
"Hey baby." She said with a wide smile, "Want to try? You can drink from my nipples if you want."
"Kokoro..." Mitsuru sounded almost choked.
"Uh oh, looks like the party is over." Zero Two said as the others joined Mitsuru. She can see Hiro shaking his head. She only smirked in response.
The men obviously had more control over their drinks than the girls did, and each one tended to their more inebriated partner. Miku was already quarreling with Zorome, insisting that she's not drunk. To appease her, Zorome didn't argue and just supported her as Miku walked with wobbly steps.
Ichigo refused to let her pillow go so Goro had to carry her while she still hugged it, Ikuno gathered their things. Zero Two merely wrapped her arm around Hiro and stated that she had a blast and would love to be with them again soon.
Kokoro only had eyes for her man as he held her close while he saw to their guests as they all went home.
"Sweetheart you had too much to drink." Mitsuru nearly hissed as her hand crept from his waist down to the front of his pants. His hand shook as he locked the front door, then made sure the alarm system was set.
"I'm not that drunk." Kokoro said, "Just feeling reckless..."
"What were you and Miku doing?" He pulled her to the bathroom and started the steam shower.
"Oh that." She giggled then rose on tiptoe to kiss his lips. "Zero Two dared Miku to do the boob luge."
"Why you?"
"Zero Two said because I'm the hostess, it should be me..." She gave him another silly smile. "Are you...jealous?"
Mitsuru paused briefly, recalling the moment. He wasn't sure how he felt about another girl nuzzling his fiancée's breasts, but one thing was certain, he didn't want other men gawking at her body, even if those men were already in committed relationships.
"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart. Hold on to my shoulders." He knelt before her to remove her heels, then rose, turning her around. He untied the string of her dress and brushed his lips against her shoulder.
"Been wanting to do this all night." He dragged the garment off and pulled her to face him, he made a low sound at the sight of her black see-through demi-cup bra.
"I like this sexy little thing." Then he brushed a forefinger over one pink nipple. "Had fun tonight?"
Kokoro nodded with a smile. "Yeah...they're all funny. Miku wanted to find out if Zero Two is bi and tried to get Ikuno to make out with her."
"What did she say?" He carefully removed her jewelry, smiling at the heart padlock pendant she'd chosen to wear.
"Zero Two? She said she'll make out with Ikuno if Miku would do the same with me."
A small gust of laughter escaped his lips. "What did you say?"
"I can't because I'm with you. Miku told me to go and eat a dick." Kokoro looked up at him, her eyes huge and almost dreamy. "You're...you're laughing at me."
"Because you're funny sweetheart." His gaze roamed her lacy garters and hose, the black demi bra and tiny thong. "If I'd known you were hiding this, we wouldn't have made it out to the patio." He reached for the clasp of her bra and unclipped it, tossing it away.
"So beautiful..." He groaned in a low voice as he gave both nipples a sweet nuzzle. Then he knelt down to unfasten her garters, rolling down her hose and peeled her thong to the ankles.
"Mitsuru..." She whispered in a broken voice as he pressed a heated kiss to her mons, inhaling her scent.
Another time it would have embarrassed her slightly, but right now, she could do nothing but accept his ministrations with bare honesty.
She threaded her shaky fingers through his hair and gently massaged his scalp. "I love your mouth on me..."
Mitsuru made a sound of frustration, rising once more. "Despite how much I want you, I'm going to give you a reprieve tonight, been too rough with you earlier. Come on, in you go." He led her to the shower, then stripped to follow her in.
Kokoro arched her face up and smiled as the warm water flowed through her skin. She turned her head as she felt him stand behind her. Her eyes widened as she saw the silver necklace around his neck. "You still had that on?"
"You wore the pendant so I wore the key."
"For some reason...it drives me crazy to see it on you." Kokoro admitted in a soft whisper.
He gave her another of his devilish grin. "I thought so." He lathered up a washcloth and gently scrubbed her forehead and cheeks.
Kokoro raised her face, smiling. She loved it when he took care of her like this. "That feels so good."
He dropped a kiss on her lips in response.
"Do you like me when I wear my belt?"
"You know I do." The washcloth slowly descended to her neck.
"You like me when I get freaky with you?
"I like you very much when you get freaky." He soaped up her breasts, his breaths coming quicker.
Kokoro rose on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Did you know...if it's past twelve then today is our two year anniversary? I have learned so much about you."
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. "So it is. And what have you learned?" He washed her belly, the soft strokes of his fingers making the muscles trip.
"I make you happy. When you half smile, you only curve the left corner of your lips. Your eyes get lively when you're amused, but also when your brain is engaged. They also turn almost black just when you're about to come." Kokoro abruptly stopped as she realized the direction of her words.
"I know when you're faking a smile, your real ones have this cute, little dimple at the left corner of your mouth. You can speed read, and you write your a's the way they appear in a computer instead of an o with a tail."
"My clever baby." Mitsuru murmured with a smile then slowly stroked between her legs.
Kokoro ran her hands over his forearms, lightly tracing a vein with her finger. "I like how strong you are, yet so gentle with me." It never failed to thrill her whenever she thought of how much he held back his strength each time he touched her.
"Mitsuru..."
"Yes, baby?" His forefinger tickled her clit, making Kokoro gasp.
"Mitsuru..." She tried again, looking up at his beautiful green eyes. "I want...I..."
"What is it, sweetheart? You need anything?"
She rose on tiptoe once more, pulling him down to whisper at his ear. "Won't you have anal sex with me?"
He inhaled sharply. "Baby...I ache just at the sight of you, now bathing you like this...don't tease me anymore, I'm not made of stone, sweetheart."
"I don't understand."
"You're drunk, Kokoro. I won't take advantage of you." But he was helpless to resist wrapping his hand around her to squeeze her ass. "God, sweetheart...how I want you."
"Zero Two said that now would be a good time to try again because I'll be relaxed."
"You discussed this with Zero Two?" She heard the hint of incredulity in his voice.
"She said she'd tried pegging...what is that?" Kokoro found herself unable to look away from the masculine curve of his lips. "She did it to Hiro?"
"I do not want to hear about that." Mitsuru almost groaned.
"You promised you would take me in the ass. You did." Kokoro reminded him, then reached to curl her hand around his cock and began to stroke him. "Please baby? I know you'll make it good."
"I fear of hurting you. I'd need to prepare you."
"I know you'd be careful with me, you always have been." She began to knead his heavy balls, the way he had taught her how.
"Remember your safe words?"
"Sunflower...Hibiscus." Kokoro replied immediately. Sunflower or yellow to slow down, Hibiscus or red to stop completely. There were other non-verbal safe 'words' they've discussed as well for her safety.
"You promise to use them when you need to? Don't want to hurt you baby, don't force yourself with something just to please me."
Kokoro only smiled and pulled his head down for a kiss. "Of course."
"Wait here."
He walked out of the shower enclosure to get the lube. He selected one that was silicone based with jojoba oil that could help soothe any discomfort. Kokoro stood under the shower letting the water clear some of the fog in her brain. She wanted to experience this fully. Sizzling thrills coursed through her veins at the thought of submitting to him, of being utterly dominated by the man she loved. She hadn't thought of it that way until Ikuno described it.
"Changed your mind?" Mitsuru asked as he returned, then pulled her through the water over to the shower's wooden bench. She shook her head, she's not backing out now, no matter what, she wanted this to happen.
"Straddle me sweetheart." He murmured as he sat then patted his thighs for her to join him.
He grabbed her ass as she stepped over one of his knees. Instinctively, Kokoro clung to his shoulders as he lifted her above his lap. "Lean into me, wrap your arms around me."
Kokoro looked at him curiously but obeyed him without question.
"Place your feet on the bench. That's it, sweetheart."
Kokoro moaned as her pussy pressed against his shaft. Moving as if with a single mind, she rocked her hips just as he bucked in perfect sync. Breathless laughter escaped them both.
Her soft flesh clenched, aching for the deep possession of his cock. So much, that she almost begged him to take her. "Eyes on the prize." She murmured, almost to herself, making Mitsuru smile.
Behind her, she heard him squeeze lube and her heart raced as she felt the first tendril of nervousness. She was exposed like this, vulnerable, and she had remembered that few times they've tried, the incredible fullness, the...pain.
But when Mitsuru said, "Now would be the time to tell me to stop." Kokoro realized she didn't want him to.
She'd always trusted him, he'd never harmed her. She wanted to have this memory forever, to be his in every way. "I want this, only with you."
He shuddered and his cock pulsed against her pussy. He poured more oil at the small of her back, making her shiver as it ran down between her cheeks. For several luxurious minutes, he stroked her, caressed her back, then slowly reached for her from behind, fitting two fingers in her pussy, stroking her until she shivered and undulated, dying to be filled with something bigger.
As those delectable caresses went on, he pressed a flattened palm over her back, easily keeping her in place. Kokoro made a soft sound as he circled the pad of his forefinger around her opening, teasing her, gently probing.
A little more pressure. The oil began to feel hotter, more slippery.
It had taken a while for her to enjoy this. But being touched there has gradually become pleasurable for her, as she shed more of her inhibitions.
"Take my finger, baby." He pressed, pressed and then it inched inside her.
"Oh!" Kokoro gasped again, her nails digging unconsciously into his shoulders.
"My God, woman. So tight." He nipped and licked his favorite spot on her neck. "And it's all mine." His voice rumbled through his chest, and she felt the vibration against her breasts, her stiffened nipples.
Slowly, his lubed finger gained entry to that passage and he buried it to his knuckle, sensations overwhelmed her.
"Mitsuru...yes." she sighed.
"Christ, do you know what you do to me?"
If it's the same thing he does to her, then yes. When he removed his fingers from her pussy and focused on her ass, she clenched his shoulders with both hands, holding absolutely still and absorbing the sensation.
With their bodies pressed together, she could feel all the latent power in his muscles, could feel the toll his restraint was taking. "Don't stop. Give me more."
He used his free hand to drizzle oil around his finger. Kokoro bit her lip as she felt more pressure. He was wedging a second finger inside. "There you go. That's it. . . ."
Both gasped as his fingers sank in, Kokoro whimpered his name as she arched her back.
"Ah, you like that." Watching her reactions intently, he delved deeper. "I'll make this pleasurable for you." He withdrew his fingers almost all the way, pouring more oil. Then he sank both fingers inside. For what felt like hours, he pumped them. Twisted them. Spread them. He snugged the two fingers inside her, gently stretching her.
Despite how much she liked having his fingers, it didn't stop the aching emptiness of her pussy.
"Mitsuru...I feel...empty."
She began to rub her clit against the hard shaft of his cock.
"Baby you can't do that." He groaned, "If you use my cock to get off, it'll be over."
Kokoro understood though that didn't stop her from aching.
"Mitsuru...more, please." She could feel the invasion all over her trembling body, but there was no pain, only an indescribable sensation, an unbearable need. How much longer could she take this? Even as Kokoro pondered the question, her pussy was dripping against his cock. "I want you, Mitsuru!"
He eased his fingers from her. "Then you're ready." He whispered against her ear as he coated his shaft with oil, stroking it with a shaking hand. "God baby, how I ache."
Kokoro kissed him almost in apology as she realized how badly he wanted to come.
"Raise your hips, Kokoro." Holding his glistening cock upright, he maneuvered her body until she was poised over the blunt tip. He tucked the head between her cheeks, against her tight entrance. Then, with a groan, he began to lower her, the tip nudging, pushing.
Kokoro bit her lip but couldn't stop a small whimper as the broad crown demanded entry. Was she really going to let this happen? It had always seemed so taboo to her. It was never something that had factored into her darkest fantasies before she met him. But it was something she wanted to give to him if he desired it of her.
When she felt him back there, thick against her impossible tightness, she almost stopped him. But when he pushed, she gave, her plug 'exercises' having eased his way. She buried her face against his shoulder as the pressure intensified.
"Don't fight me." Mitsuru groaned. "Let me in."
When the head popped past the tight ring, he lowered his chin to his chest, shuddering. "Fuck."
"Mitsuru...ah, this...don't stop." She felt him stretching her, it reminded her of losing her virginity. Overwhelming. Impossible. Incredible.
And while it hurt, it was a pain she craved, because it was for him, all for him. He split her so wide she wondered if she would ever be built the same again. He stretched her to her very limits as she clawed at his arms, cried his name. He delved farther, his girth difficult to accept. Even still, pleasure began to suffuse her the deeper he went.
"Relax, sweetheart. Surrender to me." He raised her up on his dick, then lowered her once more. Up...down...up...down...
Just when it was at the edge of unbearable, he asked her to touch her clit.
"Finger yourself for me." His voice was so low, almost hoarse.
He kissed her panting mouth as one of her hands dipped down to her pussy. As he lowered her again on his dick, she slipped a finger inside. "Oh my god..." Kokoro cried out as her head fell back.
He leaned down to her breasts, his mouth hungrily seeking. He took a taut nipple between his lips and began to lash it with his tongue.
Kokoro rained kisses against his wet hair as he took a pink nipple and suckled her.
"Two fingers, baby." He turned to the other breast, tugging the nipple between his teeth.
Their eyes met as she wedged in a second finger, she could feel the hard pressure of his cock, pushing against her sheath.
"You like being filled this way?" He went even deeper, making her accept more of the stretch. And it felt incredible!
She leaned in to lick his lips. "Yes."
His hands roamed up her arms, covered her breasts, stroked her nipples with his thumbs. "Goddamn, you are so fucking exquisite. I love you."
"I...love you..." She whispered brokenly as she finger-fucked herself. He glanced down and watched her fingers pump into her pink flesh and made that growling sound.
"Just when I think you can't possibly get any more sexier...about to explode just at the sight of you, woman!" He gave shallow bucks of his hips in time with the thrusts of her hand.
"Mitsuru, I'm close!" With each thrust of her fingers, her soft flesh contracted more. "Make me come...make me...make me...please!"
"Fuck, FUCK!" He growled then made his first hard thrust into her ass, shouting with satisfaction.
She came on the final descent, seated on his cock, his cum erupted. His hips bucking up into her, his head fell back and a hoarse cry burst from his chest.
Kokoro whimpered as she felt the first hot jet of his semen, almost fearing the strength of her own orgasm as the pleasure quickened and quickened and then ignited into a blazing fiery ecstasy.
He wrenched an orgasm from her very core, screams from her lungs. As the pleasure rolled on and on, fierce contractions overtook her lower body.
"I feel you!" Mitsuru groaned, his thick cock jerked inside her, pumping his essence. She could only cling to his shoulders and surrender to the relentless waves of pleasure that threatened to take away her sanity.
"Now, I've possessed you. Completely."
A/N: My first anal sex story, and maybe the last one as well. Dang, it was harder than I thought. The length of this one shot is the result of me trying to delay the actual anal sex scene. Yeah, yeah must be wondering why I would do this if it's out of my comfort zone, but someone once told me to always do something I'm not comfortable with...at least once. lol So here it is!