Story Four: Mirror.
WARNING: Just lots of sex, and a bit of Katoptronophilia - sex in front of a mirror.
It was the last day of the semester and everyone was in some sort of celebratory mood. But Kokoro's mood was marked with sadness. She will have to put her college on hold and work full time so she could support both herself and her mother. At least for a year or two, then she could resume her culinary degree.
"A personal assistant, huh?" Miku, her best friend said as she held different outfits in front of her in the mirror.
"Yeah, I was a bit surprised I was accepted." Kokoro nodded her head, looking at her own reflection.
"It shouldn't be a surprise, being the daughter of a tycoon, you knew more about the business world than any fresh graduate without similar background."
"Impoverished ex-tycoon." Kokoro corrected. She didn't mind being poor, but losing her father was something she couldn't move on from, even two years after he passed on.
Miku shrugged, but reached out to squeeze her hand as if to comfort. No words will ever suffice, so she kept quiet.
Kokoro decided on a dark ruffled skirt and a black, slinky sleeveless top that shimmered against the light. She picked a black scalloped headband to tame her wavy, hip length hair. Almost longingly, she glanced at her low black heels. She'd love to wear that particular pair so she could dance the night away, instead, she pulled her four-inch black stiletto.
"Gorgeous." Miku murmured, but her eyes narrowed as she saw her choice of shoes.
"They are gorgeous." Kokoro said meekly, they both knew she was only wearing them for Hitoshi, her boyfriend. He liked her to look a certain way when they go out. That kind of control seemed weird to Miku, and maybe to most of girls her age. But Kokoro was raised by a submissive mother, someone who shuts her mouth and looked pretty. Though she'd tried to undo the 'programming', some of the lessons never go away.
Miku paused, her vibrant green eyes dark with speculation. "Are you still holding out on Hitoshi?"
There's that shame again, but for all the wrong reasons. She had been dating Hitoshi for almost five months now and Kokoro had let him get to second base, but that was it. They haven't had sex.
And she felt bad because he would be humiliated if his soccer teammates found out. But she wasn't ready yet to give up her virginity. Not when she promised to save herself for the man she loved. And while she's attracted to Hitoshi, and a part of her had hoped that the attraction would eventually blossom into love, that hasn't happened yet.
And then, she met Mitsuru. Her boss. An impossibility.
"We'll do it soon." Kokoro said, but it sounded like a lie even to her ears.
A part of her felt guilty because she knew she may have to break off things with Hitoshi soon instead. She felt oddly guilty as if she had strung him along.
And yet most of her was feeling guilty for even considering having sex with someone who wasn't her boss. Which was crazy because Mitsuru was her boss of exactly one month come Monday, he probably didn't even know she existed beyond the workplace.
But she couldn't deny that sense of connection with him. A part of her 'recognized' him, though that part didn't make much sense to her. Was it all just wishful thinking?
They are worlds apart, maybe once, when she was still the daughter of a business tycoon, when her family still held influence and wealth, she could have met him under different circumstances, one of a bit more equal footing.
But fate dealt her a different card. Now, she's just the daughter from a once affluent family. Now bankrupt, their business defunct, and they had to sell off most of their properties to settle debts.
"Damn, Kokoro." Miku almost groaned breaking off her unhappy thoughts. "You shouldn't be with Hitoshi. Don't you think it's strange that you won't have sex with him? Something is holding you back, and whatever it is, listen to that gut feeling."
"Let's hurry." Kokoro murmured instead, her voice hollow.
Miku sighed and adjusted her silver hoop earrings in the bathroom mirror. She picked a shimmering green slinky dress that draped low at the back. "Are you going to your mom's house tomorrow?"
"Regular Sunday dinner. Yes. Why?"
"You should bring Hitoshi. Introduce him."
Kokoro stopped breathing. That would be a disaster. "How about no."
"Why not? At some point, you have to tell your mother about him."
"You just want me to tell my mom because you know she'll freak out."
"Anyone who cares about you would freak out." Miku murmured, not bothering to sugarcoat her words. "He's not good enough for you."
Kokoro blinked back the sting in her eyes. Somehow she knew that Miku was right, but she can't pin her hopes on an impossibility. She was drawn to her boss, someone light years away from her, and even if she stood a chance, her fallen status would make it look like she's after his wealth.
She has learned to be more realistic. Even if it meant settling for someone like Hitoshi. When other boys gave up after being rejected, he had persisted until she gave in.
"I know you care for me. You're my best friend."
In the space of a breath, she gathered Kokoro in a tight hug that squeezed all the air from her lungs.
"I just want you to be happy." Miku whispered fiercely.
Kokoro squeezed her eyes shut and took in her familiar scent. Her arms comforted her more than Hitoshi's has ever been. "Why can't you be a guy?" She almost groaned in frustration.
Miku pulled back with a wide grin. "If I were a guy, you won't be safe with me either. I'd bang you in a heartbeat."
That made her laugh a little. "Uh, thanks I guess."
"How about we ditch the boys and stay here? We haven't had a movie marathon in ages."
The idea appealed to Kokoro, but the thought of facing Hitoshi the next time after she'd failed to show up made the decision for her.
"We both look fabulous to let it go to waste."
"I like that. Let him see what he can't have." Miku retorted.
Kokoro winced because that's not what she was trying to do. Just as she knew that Hitoshi won't accept this forever.
"Please, let's not talk about this at least for tonight." There was a look in Hitoshi's eyes, a hardness that made Kokoro shiver. He's not used to being denied.
"One night. That's all I'm asking."
Miku met her gaze and the quiet, but grave concern in those green depths made Kokoro's insides clench. "For tonight only." She conceded.
Kokoro knew she was only postponing the inevitable. Miku will bring this up again. And she's right, eventually, she'll have to introduce her mother to Hitoshi. Eventually, she'll have to give in and let him have sex with her.
Much as every fiber of her being rejected the mere thought of it. She's not like Miku, her friend wasn't afraid to be alone. Kokoro's fondest wish was having her own family one day. Certainly not now, not yet, but it holds an important place in her heart.
-o-
About two blocks down from campus was the clubbing district, aptly nicknamed 'party row'. Several clubs have opened up in warehouses with cheap couches and heavy beats, but will last only a few months, usually shut down because of something related to drugs or illicit sex. Club Neo was the latest hotspot, which meant this is where Hitoshi wanted to go all the time.
"I'll just head to the bathroom. You go on ahead, I'll catch up." Miku murmured as they entered the club.
The place was packed full, music blasted a vibrating tattoo against her skin as neon lights flared over the dancing crowd. Kokoro carefully slid between bodies, her eyes carefully on the look out for waving arms that could hit her until she managed to get through the dance floor and into the back of the club where the sofas and chairs were haphazardly arranged.
She found Hitoshi sitting in one of the sofas with one of his friends and several girls. Two of the girls were chatting with Zorome, a guy she has always found a little unhinged. The other girl leaned against Hitoshi while he stared down her almost there dress.
As Kokoro watched, Hitoshi brushed his hand up her arm and trailed his fingers over the side slope of her breast. When Kokoro reached the table, Hitoshi looked up and guilt flashed in his eyes and shoved the girl away so hard she almost fell off the couch. That disturbed Kokoro more than his flirting.
With a small, imperceptible curse, the girl wobbled on her high heels and shot Kokoro a venomous glare before walking away.
"Babe." Hitoshi had to yell above the heavy thump of music. "I thought you'd never make it, come over here!"
Kokoro wondered what would have happened if she hadn't shown up tonight. Would he have kissed that girl? Would he have had sex with her? And yet, what bothered her the most was how little that worried her. If anything, she sensed she'd be relieved, she wouldn't have to feel so guilty about holding out on him. Her reasoning was twisted, Kokoro almost winced again. There was something toxic in their relationship, but she knew too little to identify what it was and how to fix it.
Hitoshi grabbed her wrist and for a moment the whole world tilted sideways as he dragged her onto his lap. Kokoro couldn't hold back a small squeak before settling on his hard thighs. This close, she could smell the sweat on him, the scent of grass from the stadium. It wasn't unpleasant, not exactly. It was just a little too intimate for comfort.
As is the erection pressing into her ass. He was violently aroused for some reason. Kokoro squirmed, trying to get away.
He wrapped his arm around her waist keeping her imprisoned. "What's the matter, babe?"
"Your girl needs to lighten up." Zorome said, his gaze fixed speculatively on hers.
"Uh-huh." Hitoshi murmured, voice low. He was too busy feeling her up to realize that they were heading into danger zone. He was groping her ass while the other hand played with the neckline of her top.
"Hitoshi, stop." Kokoro whispered, but sure enough, he didn't hear her. The music was too loud to be heard.
Hitoshi grew bolder, enough to push his hand inside her dress and stroked her breast.
Kokoro stiffened and grabbed his wrist at once. "Stop." She said more loudly this time.
"Fuck." He mumbled, his face buried in her hair. He was hard as a rock underneath her, almost rolling his hips against hers. This was bad. He was too far gone to say no right now, and if they were doing this at her apartment, she might have to go along with it. But they were not in her apartment, they were in the back of a club, and much as she was trained to avoid conflict, there's no way she'd let him undress her in public.
"Hitoshi I mean it. Stop that. Right now."
"Why should he stop?" Zorome said, his voice taunting. "It's not like he hasn't done this before, right?"
Kokoro winced. This was bad. It was one thing to hold out on a boyfriend, and another for him to be the butt of a joke by his buddies.
Hitoshi's body tensed up, his fingers tightened on her ass and on her breast. "Shut the fuck up."
She felt a bit relieved that her boyfriend was finally sticking up for her, even though she knew that it's more about saving his pride than about her. Gingerly she tried to defuse the situation. "Don't worry about him, let's just get out of here. Let's just go."
Hitoshi was still taut with anger, with frustration, with vexed pride. "Why do you fucking do this to me?" He growled, bitter and sharp.
"Too fucking uptight to spread your legs." He added, and Kokoro felt her heart sink.
"We'll go back to my place." She tried again in a placating voice. This felt like a pot boiling over and she was frantically seeking ways to remove the heat. So what if she had to sleep with her boyfriend? Girls do it all the time, it's not like virginity has much value in these times anyway. She's clinging to something so outdated, phased out long ago.
Hitoshi rocked his erection into her, and Kokoro tried to control her unease from showing in her face. She closed her eyes for a moment.
So, this is how it would be for her. The throbbing rhythm, the darkness. With her eyes closed, she can pretend he's someone else. Mitsuru.
But best of all, she could pretend she's someone else.
"You've waited this long, man." Zorome said, breaking into her fantasy. "Why stop now?"
She felt the heat go up a couple more degrees. "Let's go." She said, almost pleading.
"Damn, she sure got you pussy-whipped."
Hitoshi shoved off his chair and Kokoro tumbled off his lap. The ground hit her knees hard, her palms harder. The impact drove the air from her body.
She turned her head in time to see Hitoshi haul Zorome out of his chair. Zorome was either too drunk or too stupid to care. "You just stick your dick in her pussy, man. Even dogs can do it without instruction."
She'd heard enough, just as Kokoro staggered to get up, Hitoshi tackled Zorome, sending both of them flying over into the table behind them, knocking it over. People scattered, forming a circle around them, turning the scene into a circus act.
Kokoro felt her stomach turn over in disgust and pushed herself unsteadily to her feet. People didn't move out of the way easily and she had to shove her way between them, feeling sick, blind, heading sideways until she saw the red lights that spelled EXIT.
The door led to a small alley behind the club and for a moment she leaned against the brick walls to catch her breath and tried to search for her phone to call Miku.
The harsh metal sound of the door opening again warned her that Hitoshi wasn't done with her tonight.
"Kokoro!" He strode through the alley like he's still spoiling for a fight. A bruise marred the side of his face and judging from the dark glint in his eyes, he blamed her for it.
Her heart jumped to her throat. "You're scaring me."
Ignoring her words, he pushed right into her face, hands flat against the wall on either side of her. His breath hot across her cheek.
"You've been leading me around by my dick ever since we met."
"That's not true." They met at a small coffee shop just across the main gate of the campus. He had paid for her latte and introduced himself, using the smile that charmed everyone, including her. Unlike the other boys who had quickly moved on, Hitoshi had been more patient, carefully wooing her with flowers and dinner dates until she decided to give the relationship a chance. He told her that he liked her innocence so much that he didn't mind waiting for her until she's ready.
Now, his eyes narrowed at her words. "I think you like this shit, giving me blue balls. You're just like other girls, getting a kick out of making boys fight over you."
Her eyes widened in shock, the thought never occurred to her. Besides..."You weren't fighting over me! Not like that. Zorome was just being an ass. He's deliberately goading you."
She didn't know when the anger started, the accusations, the violence that raged just beneath the surface. It must have crept up slowly on her, that by the time she realized what was happening, she was almost afraid to end things. How would he react?
Hitoshi scoffed. "All my friends want to fuck you, and I'm getting tired of lying every fucking time."
Kokoro winced. Though this was the first time she'd heard it from him, Miku had warned her about it. Some guys were simply out there to bed as many virgins as they could. It was like a scoring game to them. And she's beginning to suspect that was her whole appeal to Hitoshi as well. Her hymen.
"So don't. Zorome knew anyway."
"He figured it out, because I was being so—"Abruptly he stopped talking with a dark glare. "And now he won't fucking shut up about it. I get it, you're hard to get."
Her breath hitched at the throat, her eyes disbelieving as she gasped, "You think this is a game?"
"It is a game. It's always been a game from the start. You're playing me, and I fucking played along. I waited for you longer than any other guy would have."
Kokoro bit her lip. Feeling guilt wash over her. Maybe Hitoshi was right. Maybe this was a game, but not like what he thought. She wasn't trying to lead him on or make him jealous. She was living in an imaginary world where she could be of equal standing with Mitsuru, that he would fall madly in love with her. She was playing pretend.
"Okay." She finally said softly, resigned to give up more than her virginity. She's giving up the dream of another man, in another world. "Let's go back to my place."
"No." Hitoshi said sharply.
She frowned in confusion. "Yours then."
"And have you change your mind? No fucking way. Here. We're doing it right here. Right now."
The shock made her speechless for a moment, her eyes wide. This wasn't the charming, almost hesitant boy who paid for her latte. This wasn't the hot guy who was sneaking a feel underneath the table on a date. This wasn't even about sex. Kokoro may be a virgin, but she's not that naive. She had seen how other women, how Miku was with men. The way sex has become about power.
Hitoshi was trying to prove a point.
That's not how she wanted her first time to be. She had sworn to herself that her first time would be with someone she loved and for Hitoshi, she may be able to break that promise, but she at least wanted the illusion.
She tried to placate him, making her voice softer. "Please Hitoshi, I know I made you wait so long. Let's just find a bed, and I promise to make it up to—"
"I said no. Did you not hear me? We're going to lift that flimsy skirt of yours right here, right now, and I'm going to get what I've been waiting for. That little pussy you've been holding out on me!"
Her shock finally solidified into anger. Kokoro would do a lot to avoid conflict, but she wasn't about to lose her virginity in a dirty, back alley. She pushed against his broad chest, and perhaps out of surprise from her sudden resistance, he took a step back. "I said no, Hitoshi."
"No one will care." He said in a sinister voice that sent chills down her spine. "You've been dating me for months."
"Stop." She said firmly pushing him away again. But this time, he didn't budge. "Hitoshi, this isn't you."
His lips brushed over her cheek, suddenly disgusting and repelling to her and Kokoro shivered from revulsion. "You don't really know me."
She made a sound of outrage as she felt his hands on her legs, pushing up. She shoved her skirt down but she was no match for him. Cold air rushed between her legs and then his hand was there, groping, feeling, violating.
No! She wouldn't let this happen. Kokoro began to fight back, her first instinct was to scratch him, but his skin felt like leather, and he was too far gone to even notice, so she began hitting him anywhere she could reach with her fists—his neck, his shoulders, his arms. Only when she hit the darkening bruise on his face did she finally get a reaction from him.
Hitoshi swore roughly, enraged. Hard hands grabbed her by the arms then he roughly shoved her back into the wall. The impact drove all the air out of her body, and she grew even more frightened as spots danced in front of her eyes.
Hitoshi looked like a madman as he leaned back to reach for his zipper. Kokoro thought to aim her kick at his groin the moment he got closer. If she could stay conscious long enough.
Just then a blur of movement flashed in the corner of her eye, something dark and fast. Too fast her eyes couldn't register what it was. It crashed into Hitoshi and they tumbled along the ground into the shadows.
The sound of fists smacking flesh made her sick all over again. Her hands shook as she covered her mouth. Kokoro couldn't see into the deep, darkest part of the alley and she's too afraid to get any closer for a better look. She couldn't see who saved her, could only hear the sickening sounds of flesh struck again and again with fists, and Hitoshi's pitiful grunts.
He may have attempted to rape her, but she just couldn't stand there and wait until he's beaten to death. Kokoro ran to the entrance of the club to get help and found the bouncer talking with Miku who had been searching for her.
-o-
Several months later...
It wasn't the first time she had noticed the scars on Mitsuru's knuckles, but she hadn't dared ask about it before. "Where did you get this?" She asked now as she caressed his hand between her palms.
Mitsuru looked at their connected hands and smiled slightly. "You don't remember?"
She looked up at him in confusion, she placed a hand on his arm, felt the ripples of tension in his muscles. That set her senses on alert. "Should I?"
He shook his head, "It doesn't matter. I don't want to talk about it."
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro almost groaned, he knew that not knowing will rile her up. Was he doing this on purpose? But the way he had stiffened up when she asked about the scars. It must have been a very unpleasant memory.
Without another word, he led her to the sofa, the one that had borne witness to their lovemaking before. Large hands caressed her back and then gently shoved. Anticipating that push, Kokoro fell on her knees on the soft cushions. She grasped the top of the backrest as she held herself up and looked behind her shoulder at him.
Mitsuru knelt behind her and grasped her hips, his voice low. "Still sore?" He asked as he nuzzled against her nape.
She shook her head, "No."
Her boss of almost seven months, her lover for two weeks...she still can't believe that this was real, that he was really hers.
He made a low sound, which was abruptly cut off, as if he had stopped himself. Of course, he did, the control wasn't only for her. It was for himself. That was how he wanted to keep her, like that tiny city in the snow globe: under glass, both protected and possessed.
His breath was hot against her skin as he kissed the side of her neck, her ear even as his arm snaked around her waist. "Baby...god, Kokoro how I want you." He groaned as his hand smoothed down her side and cupped her breast. "You have no fucking idea."
She gasped at the warmth of him, the unexpected tenderness. She had thought he'd be urgent, almost rough. She marveled at the perfect fit of their bodies, it was as if they were molded to interlock into one seamless whole, all spaces filled.
She rocked her hips back and met the hardness of his body, she reached for him, tried to grasp him, her fingers trailing down the breadth of his chest, the hard plane of his abs. Mitsuru hissed as her hand grazed the hard, thick ridge of his cock.
This was the one thing he has no control over. Desire.
He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. For a moment he paused, staring at her curvy bottom, covered only with her lacy thong and sheer black stockings. Just when Kokoro thought he was waiting for her to remove them herself, his hands moved and tugged the rest of her clothing off, leaving her bare and exposed.
"Oh god, baby. Look at you. Every goddamn shower, every morning wood. This is what I have imagined. And it's nowhere near to how perfect you are, how fucking beautiful."
Her flesh clenched at his words. Soft, inner muscles clamping around nothing and she ached. She wanted him inside her, hard and unforgiving, exactly as how she had imagined him in bed.
His hands brushed over the luscious curve of her ass and down the sides of her thighs. Kokoro felt him kneel on the floor behind her and she squirmed at the thought how close he must be, how exposed she was, how much he must be seeing of her.
Mitsuru leaned closer and a small cry escaped her as she felt the brush of his hot breath against the lips of her pussy.
"Mitsuru!" She gasped, though he had done this before, it was still new to her, she was still uncomfortable with the sheer intimacy.
"Fucking beautiful." He muttered again, his hands caressing the cheeks of her ass before moving lower to part her soft flesh with his thumbs. "Kokoro...you're so pink."
"Oh god." Kokoro wailed, her mind almost going blank at the thought that he was looking at a part of her, the most private part of her she herself had never seen.
Then he swiped his tongue along the tight seam of her entrance and she almost jumped off the sofa. "Mitsuru!"
He growled and pushed her forward again, pinning her against the cushions. "Don't run away, stay where I place you."
She trembled, the urge to hide was so strong she could only clench her teeth as she fought off the impulse. She leaned her face against her forearm instead and tried to hold still, to stay where he'd put her.
"I don't think I can." She admitted in a breathless whisper, eyes squeezed tightly shut. The urge to rock back against him was quickly overtaking her shyness.
"If you move, I'll stop."
Damn.
Then he slowly leaned closer again, and pressed his mouth against her soft flesh...and this was no lover's kiss, not a gentle caress seeking to please. This was an invasion of his tongue, thrusting hard into her tight sheath, a hard stamp of possession, of claiming.
Her mind imploded at the sheer impossibility of it all even as her whole body clenched tight from the overload of sensations.
"You taste so good. So fucking incredible." He said, his voice rough, his breath hot against her skin. "How could I ever stop now? How could I ever let you go now that I know how you taste?" His voice became lower, harder to hear as if he was talking only to himself.
He curled his tongue around her clit before she could respond, making Kokoro cry out instead. He was driving her closer to the edge, he held her hip steady with one hand, keeping her in place. She could only moan as he pressed first one finger into her, then two.
"I'm coming." She gasped, face pressed tight into her arms, tried to fight it but was it was a losing battle.
A sharp slap to her ass brought her back. "Not until I tell you to." He murmured wickedly.
"Not fair." Kokoro groaned, pushing her hips against his hand. "Mitsuru! No!" She protested when he withdrew his fingers. But he only laughed, though it was shaky, as if he felt the same thrill inside that she did. That incredible feeling of finally having something she'd always craved for, that heady rush of feeling everything she'd ever dreamed of.
The sound of a zipper rent through the air. She wanted to turn her head and see him, touch him. Taste him the way he had tasted her.
"Not this time, sweetheart." He groaned as he clasped her hips and pulled her closer to his body.
Kokoro went still as something blunt and hard nudged the tiny entrance of her pussy.
"Mine." Mitsuru whispered darkly.
No condom.
But of course, what did she expect? He had already told her that it was up to her to protect herself. And Kokoro winced as she tried to recall if she had missed taking a pill. There was the morning after pill, but...tomorrow was Saturday, it was more likely that Mitsuru will keep her in bed all day.
"Mitsuru...wait." She gasped, and then bit her lip as she heard him curse.
"You have exactly thirty seconds to tell me why, and then I'll be so deep inside you it won't matter." He growled.
"I...I think I skipped a day on my pills...and tomorrow...I..."
His reply was the hard invasion of his cock as he forced her flesh open. His hands spanned her waist, holding her completely still.
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped. He's too thick and she whimpered. Too big. Too hard.
"No." He growled. "Not too big, your body is designed to take me."
But if she thought he'd take mercy on her, go slower. She was wrong. He tilted her pelvis in the angle that would allow him to impale her to the hilt.
It took three hard thrusts to bury his full length inside her, and on that final thrust she shattered. Her inner muscles clamped down on him as shudders began tearing through her body.
"Fuck. Baby…" He groaned, the rhythmic contractions of her body almost made him come when he wasn't even ready.
His cock spread her wider, filling her until all she could do was rock her hips against him.
He grunts on every thrust, a primal sound that only spurred her on. His breath heavy and hot against her skin. His thighs spreading her legs wider. Kokoro could only cry out in surrender as she was completely invaded by him, taken over, wanting more.
"Mitsuru...please, please." She begged, shameless, uncaring how needy she sounded.
"Yes baby." He groaned, then she cried out again, couldn't control the loud cries. It was too much. Just too much. Especially when he moved to hit a different spot inside her.
The pressure was unbelievably delicious, robbed her of any coherent thought. He'd found that sweet spot that made her body jerk and her thighs tremble. He pulled back until only the tip was seated at her entrance, then plunged right back in, again and again, finding that spot, battering it.
There, there, there. Oh sweet Kokoro. He could only gasp with her as her mouth opened with a choked cry even as she came in a wild burst of color and sound, sensation rolling over her, making her clench around his cock as it pulsed with cum.
It took a while before the sensual haze lifted from her mind, letting her think with more clarity. Oh god, what have they done? Kokoro frantically tried to remember the last day she had her period. Tried to calculate where she was on her cycle but it was so hard to think when he was still buried inside her, so deep she could feel every twitch, every slight movement.
"Mitsuru..." She whispered, torn between dismay and a reckless sense of pleasure, of satiety that didn't care whatever the consequences may be.
"What is it, sweetheart?" He nipped the side of her neck, then kissed the sore spot. He was moving languidly against her, softly thrusting into her, pushing his cum deeper inside.
"No...wait..." She gasped brokenly, but even then she couldn't even complete the sentence as he pressed deeper against her, hard and thick once more.
"Too late for that, Kokoro." The dark satisfaction in his voice made her shudder.
With a shaky breath, he withdrew completely to the sounds of her breathless protest.
He turned her, pushed her back to the sofa, and slid between her thighs. Beneath her almost dazed stare, he gathered the creamy cum that dripped from her pussy with the broad head of his cock then shoved his cock inside her once more. Her body trembled as she absorbed the impact of his thrust.
Mitsuru kissed her softly panting lips, grinned at her then withdrew again, repeating the process—gathering his own cum then pushing it back inside her.
"Hold it inside, baby." He ordered in a low voice. "This should help." He began to stroke her clit with the pad of his thumb, circling the tender bud. She flinched and trembled.
"Come, sweetheart." Mitsuru whispered in her ear. "Come on my cock. I want to feel you gush."
And she couldn't hold back—not her body's responses, not the breathless cries begging him for more. She shuddered through the climax, clamping down hard, her womb drawing in his cum even as wet heat spilled over his cock and down her inner thighs.
He kissed her fiercely as he began to pump her soft flesh, stole the startled sounds she made, the small protests, he knew she'd be too sensitive soon after an orgasm but he could no longer wait.
Kokoro pulled her lips away and cried out urgently, "Mitsuru...wait!" Her hands frantically tried to push against his pelvis, but she should have known there was no stopping him. If anything, his thrusts went faster and faster, deeper. "No more! Something is...I...oh god!"
Her whole body arched like a bow even as a scream escaped her lips, and still, he wouldn't stop, relentless, intense, almost inhuman in his speed and force, and she could do nothing but surrender.
"Baby yes." He groaned through her screams as she began to gush forcefully, drenching both of them. But there was no room for embarrassment or shame, even as her whole world exploded.
He must have carried her to bed sometime in between, but Kokoro has no recollection of it. She only knew that the next time she opened her eyes, she was lying on her back in their huge bed and he was nuzzling her breasts.
She stroked the dark hair of her beloved, gasping as he rose over and lifted her hips to take her once more. No, he didn't give her time to adjust or ease his way inside, he simply penetrated her to the hilt.
"That's my girl, my sweet Kokoro." Mitsuru groaned as the silky heat of her pussy gripped him tighter. "That's right baby...let me feel you suck me in."
God, it felt so good. Her wet heat clasped his cock, rippling over it, sucking him inside, making him groan as he lowered his head to kiss the tips of her breasts.
He'd hungered for her until he'd been certain the need would make him crazy. What he didn't count on was this insatiable need. He simply couldn't get enough.
Little cries parted her lips as she stared back at him, her expression filled with hunger, pleasure, and just enough bemusement that he knew she was as surprised by her own lack of control as he was by his.
"I should stop you." Kokoro whispered softly, "I shouldn't let you come inside...but I can't."
"Sweetheart..."
Beneath him, Kokoro arched to him, her fingers tight against his forearms, holding him to her as she hooked her legs around his waist, her hips arching, taking him deeper.
"So fucking tight…" Mitsuru growled, his lips against her shoulder, the taste of her skin, touching his tongue as her hips shifted, her sheath rippling along his cock. "Oh fuck, baby stay still..."
"I can't." Kokoro gasped softly, the breathy, needy sound of her voice causing him to clench his eyes closed, to fight to hold on, just one more minute. "I dreamed of you just like this, Mitsuru."
The husky, desperate tone of her voice, the need rising in it had his balls tightening with the need to come.
God, a minute. Just one more fucking minute. Control had never been this hard.
One hand clenching her hip, he thrust against her. Pulling back until the crest remained inside her, he thrust against her, and he was lost. The pleasure was jagged strikes of pure sensation.
He'd never lost his mind in a woman's arms in all of his sexual life. He knew the dangers. He would have never allowed it to happen if he'd believed it possible. But as he felt her coming around him, the slick heat spilling along his cock, his senses exploded.
The world imploded into a blaze of pure fiery ecstasy. It was a pleasure he couldn't resist.
She caressed his face as he came, she always liked watching him when she could, he looked so beautiful like this, his face so carnal and raw. An intimacy that he'd only ever allowed with her.
-o-
The next time she woke up it was early the next morning, cocooned in the warmth of his arms.
She wasn't sure if Mitsuru was fully awake yet, but she couldn't resist tracing the outline of his lips with her finger.
The memories from the previous night rushed through her, but she didn't know how to process them. Should she be mad he refused to protect her even when she'd told him about the pills? And even if she was mad, which she wasn't, she'd allowed him to come in her several more times last night to be outraged now.
In the end, when she was too tired to clean herself, Mitsuru had washed her with a warm cloth, but she could still feel his cum like a tickle against her folds. That was how full he had made her, his cum was still there, leaking out of her even now.
Perhaps she should slip away while Mitsuru was still asleep, get someone to buy her the pill she needed. The sudden ache in a place only he could reach made her pause and Kokoro moved more carefully.
But just as the tips of her toes touched the soft carpet, warm, masculine arms snaked around her waist, holding her close against a body that never seemed to get tired.
"Where do you think you're going?" He murmured as he dropped a kiss on her shoulder.
"Shower." She murmured, blushing like a child caught red-handed doing something naughty.
"Later." Mitsuru kissed a trail down the side of her neck. "I want you again."
She could feel the truth of his words in the hard, blunt object pressing against her back. But as she looked down to caress his hands that were wrapped around her waist, she noticed the scars on his knuckles once more.
"You never did tell me how you got these." She said as she gently traced his knuckles as if the scars were still tender.
Mitsuru released a small sigh then sat at the edge of the bed beside her. "Come here." He said as he patted his thighs.
Without another word Kokoro placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself then sat astride his lap, gasping as her pussy came in contact with the hard ridge of his cock. But she wasn't going to let him distract her this time. "Tell me." She said huskily.
He kissed her first, soft, undemanding...tender. The simple adoration made tears prick her eyes and suddenly it didn't matter, she was ready to let the topic slide if he didn't want to tell her.
"There was this girl..." Mitsuru began as he bowed his head to nuzzle her breast. "Who made a poor decision on the boyfriend she picked."
Oh that she could understand very well, Kokoro thought to herself, remembering Hitoshi.
"This girl fascinated me from the moment I saw her resume. It's quite strange because I wasn't even supposed to be involved in the hiring process, but one morning I found myself helping a young intern who was picking up scattered forms he'd dropped on the floor. Her application was the last one I picked up and I was struck with a sudden feeling of deja vu."
"Mitsuru..." She went completely still, looking at him as she slowly realized he was talking about her.
"So I set up the interview with her myself. And that feeling only intensified."
I knew you were mine the moment I saw you. That was what he'd said to her, that strange feeling of connection she'd felt hadn't been one-sided.
"On her last day of semester, I wanted to ask her out. I didn't know then that she had a boyfriend, I should have known, but I guess I didn't want to accept it. I waited outside her apartment, hoping to talk to her alone, but her friend was with her."
"You followed me?" She gasped in shock.
"I have no excuse." He murmured, and that was the closest apology she'll ever get from him. "All I know is that I couldn't stay away. I wanted to make sure you'd get back home safe."
"Then...it was you who hit Hitoshi?"
Mitsuru shrugged his broad shoulders, completely unrepentant. "He deserved it. If you hadn't called the bouncer, I would have broken both his legs not just his arms."
She touched his mouth, as if to stop him from saying any more bad things.
"I told you I'm not a saint, Kokoro. Does this shock you? That I'm capable of such violence?"
She had sensed the power in him, had felt it shimmer beneath her hands, in the way he held her, "Thank you." She said huskily, leaning close to kiss his sensual lips.
"Hmmm...for what?" Mitsuru said, the lazy glint back in his eyes.
"For saving me." Kokoro said simply, stroking the broad expanse of his chest with naked admiration.
She was so glad he was her first, and she shuddered at the thought at how close she was to simply giving in to Hitoshi's demands.
"Don't think about him anymore." Mitsuru growled in a low voice as if he could read her thoughts. "See only me, feel only me. Focus on this."
She didn't have time to ask what he meant as the hard thrust of his cock parted her soft flesh once more.
His eyes became hooded as he looked at the place where they were joined. "You're mine now."
"Yes." Kokoro could only agree, arching her neck as he began to rock her hips against him, stroking the tender, sensitive flesh that was only ever his alone.
He licked her, sucking the pulse point that throbbed on the side of her neck, murmuring soft words against her mouth as he nibbled her lower lip, tenderly sucking on it.
When he dipped his head down to curl his tongue against her nipple, she arched her back with a cry, glorying in the feel of him swelling to greater proportions within her.
But then without warning, he lifted her off his cock, turning her, easily positioning her with her back pressed against his chest.
"I want to see you better." Mitsuru fisted his cock to impale her once more.
"B-better? See wh—"
He wedged his knees between her thighs, spreading her until her legs rested against his outer thighs. Kokoro gasped, feeling exposed though they were alone.
"See how beautiful you are."
Compelled by an unknown force, she looked up and met the gaze of her own reflection. They were in front of the dresser mirror, their joined bodies reflected, giving the illusion of two more people in the room with them.
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro gasped, blushing to the roots of her hair. Instinctively she tried to close her legs, tried to shut out the obscene, carnal sight of their joined flesh.
"No need to be shy." Mitsuru murmured, kissing her shoulder. "I know seeing yourself like this turns you on. You gripped me so tightly...and you got wetter."
Kokoro moaned as if in denial, turning her head to the side, unable to meet her own reflection.
"Don't look away, baby...you're so beautiful. Any man would kill for you."
Her face was flushed, redder than she has ever seen it, eyes glinting with shyness and passion. Behind her, Mitsuru seemed even more massive and unyielding, in contrast, she appeared pale, small and soft.
The dusky shade of his cock was stark against the pink flesh receiving it so eagerly. Kokoro bit her lip to stop herself from crying out.
As he reached to cup her breasts, she gazed at his large hands, the scars he received defending her. He looked like a dark god, a soldier who had been to battles and won.
Because he had. For her.
He rocked her against his cock, up and down, she found it hard to look away as his cock glistened with her orgasm and the semen he drew from her soft depths.
When a pearly bead trailed down his shaft from her opening, he nipped her shoulder. "You see my cum inside you?"
"Y-yes." She said in a husky voice, almost a whisper. Much as the sight embarrassed her, she couldn't look away either. "I see it." The creamy, rich essence of him. The evidence of what they've done.
Kokoro moaned, beginning to tremble. In the mirror, she could see her breasts bobbing with her breaths.
Mitsuru reached for her chin and gently turned her face to the side, kissing her softly.
"I've never come in another." He confessed in a quiet voice.
Kokoro met his eyes in the mirror, not understanding at first. "Never?" Then realization dawned on her. He'd always worn protection.
"Do you feel it when I cum in you?" He asked.
Kokoro nodded her head. "The first ones, it's like hard pulses of warmth...but I think I'm too full down there to feel the next ones."
He grinned at her. "In a way...I've marked you."
Kokoro couldn't help but smile, he could be such a caveman when it came to her. But his possessiveness made her tremble in response.
"This is where you belong."
"Belong?" She repeated, the word making her breathless.
"Yes. This, right here, right now. You belong to me." He gave her a hard thrust of his cock, jostling her upward. "Connected to me."
"Yes." Kokoro gasped as he grazed the skin of her neck with his teeth.
She arched her head when he slid his hand beneath her throat, caging her. "You're mine." A small sound escaped her lips as his other hand slipped down her front, lower still until he reached her clit, wet and slick from their combined desire.
Her body unconsciously reacted, spreading her legs even wider, welcoming his touch, knowing he was about to drive her mindless with pleasure once more.
"I told you to be sure...that if I became your lover, I'd never let you go." His fingers made slippery circles, making her gasp, arching against his hand. "I told you I'd kill any man who touched what was mine. Do you understand me?"
Though she tried to think coherently, the sweet pleasure of his strokes, the thick, hard stretch of his cock made it impossible to string an answer. She knew he wanted to possess her. Darkly. Brutally. And though a part of her told her she should be wary of him, the rest of her didn't care. She loved him, loved him too much to deny him anything.
Mitsuru misunderstood her silence. Abruptly, he pulled out, making her gasp in protest. She felt cold, bereft...empty.
"No!" Kokoro gasped, "Don't go...why...why are you doing this to me?"
"Patience." He nipped her ear even as he fisted himself to slap her clit with the head of his cock again and again. The sheer sight of the carnal display almost sent her over the edge.
"Mitsuru..." The wet sounds of flesh hitting flesh sounded so obscene, so raw in her ears.
"Don't look away." He commanded, though his voice was soft, there's no mistaking the steel beneath it, the authority.
"Good." He murmured as their eyes met through the mirror. "Watch as I take you."
He aligned the head of his cock against her entrance once more, then dug his heels against the floor and thrust upward into her tight pussy with raw violence, his hardness pushing through her swollen flesh, stretching her beyond endurance until she screamed his name, but still he didn't slow down. Apparently having reached the limits of his iron control.
"Oh god." Mitsuru groaned, "You're so fucking tight. I'm supposed to be gentle, careful with you. I shouldn't do—"
His voice broke as he thrust again, reaching farther than before somehow, made her suck in a staggering breath. His hips surged in an uncontrollable rhythm, pistoning between her legs.
In the mirror she could watch his gaze locked on her bobbing breasts, she could witness his thick, shining cock plowing into her soft flesh, swallowed by her hungry pussy. About to fill her with more of his cum.
Her toes curled in response. Kokoro whimpered, tremors were taking her over.
Something was holding him in thrall, and somehow she knew that something was her. There was a sweet power in the knowledge that her body did this to him, capable of rendering him out of control, unable to resist.
The friction was almost unbearable and yet sweet, peaking in a climax that made her squeeze around him. Every muscle clenched and then relaxed into a slow melt—and still he kept on thrusting.
He fucked her with reckless intensity, driving into her again and again. It's a form of domination, the way he pushed over her, stroked inside her.
Would there be anything left of her when a man like this had had his fill?
But there was no more room for such thoughts. The coil deep in the pit of her most secret place grew ever tighter with each of his thrust, each stroke, building, coiling. And then, sweet release.
Her back bowed, Kokoro could only scream helplessly as her body seized.
Mitsuru tugged her hair to the side, baring her neck, nipping her hard, snarling against her hot skin. "Mine!"
She shuddered as she felt his cock jerking inside her, then an implosion of heat, burst after burst as she moaned his name, her voice dripping with submission.
A/N: This somewhat has the same universe of story 3. So a bit of the impregnation fetish made its way to this chapter as well.