Story Six: Emotions.

WARNING: Just lots of sex.

Looking at her, one would be forgiven to assume she's the stereotypical good girl, the wife material, 'The One' you'd bring home and introduce to your parents with pride.

Kokoro even wore her ash-blonde hair in a single side braid usually associated with young mothers, and had even changed her wardrobe to fit her new life as Mitsuru's wife—modest, conservative in a peach dress patterned with daisies and a fitted cream cardigan. Yes, nothing shouts like 'young wife' than her current outfit, but she's proud to be married.

She paused at the produce section of the supermarket, absently nibbling her lower lip as she visually inspected the variety of cabbage and carrots. Kokoro smiled a small greeting when a mother around her age walked beside her to pick some tomatoes. A small toddler with a mop of curly brown hair sat on her pushcart, eating a bit of fruit, a pink bib tied around her neck protected her tiny clothes from all the fruity bits and baby drool.

The toddler noticed her interest, and held her chewed up fruit to Kokoro, offering to share. The sweetness of the gesture melted her heart and Kokoro bent her head to pretend bite the gift with a mmm-hmm sound. "Thank you dear, that was yummy!"

The mother smiled appreciatively before gently pushing the cart to move to another section. Kokoro smiled and waved at the little girl. A small pang stabbed her chest, made her heart lurch with a familiar yearning. She longed for a child of her own. But she's looking at three more years of college for her masteral, then licensure exam to pursue a career in child psychology. Can she wait that long?

There were times when Kokoro felt like she'll be content just being a full-time mother. Lord knows, her husband earns enough to support a small army—and their families. She had an inkling her diploma will gather dust for a while, at least until her own kids are old enough to go to school. Instincts told her she'll be a hands-on mother, her family comes first, career a distant second. But having a career option certainly felt nice.

Kokoro touched the side of her hip, though she can't exactly locate where the hormone patch was, there had been times she was tempted to rip it off her skin. Mitsuru told her he was ready for kids when she is. The decision to expand their family lay on her hands...

Three more years loomed at her horizon. Can she hold off for that much longer?

-o-

Despite her strict, conservative upbringing—or maybe because of it—Kokoro had been pretty wild in her teens. She was proud of her body, her curves, her generous bust and even bigger ass. And would flaunt her figure in a micro thong bikini as she strutted along the beach. Without her mother's knowledge that is. So she had chosen beaches where no one would recognize her.

She'd gotten hot and heavy with boys during high school, doing everything but screwing, earning a reputation as a cocktease. Granted, she hadn't deliberately set out to tease them, hadn't actually intended to stay a virgin for so long, but couldn't find the right partner who really turned her on.

She wanted to feel passion, one that involved getting hot and sweaty with wild tangle of limbs and tongues, and maybe some rolling around until they break the couch or bed or whatever...not some lukewarm stroking and teasing that was gone too soon, or heaven forbid, some clumsy mauling in the backseat of his mother's car.

Her best friend Miku had even once teased her that she's probably looking for a woman, not a man like their friend Ikuno. She wasn't. Kokoro had actually tried dating another girl just to make sure.

She had been a wild child, albeit in secret. She had learned to masturbate early and had purchased her first vibrator as soon as she was of legal age. She has a natural hunger for sexual things, was infinitely curious, and had gleaned a wealth of sexual tips and tricks, so she knew how to get a guy sprung.

Kokoro realized after meeting Mitsuru that she'd been dating the wrong guys. She should have known that it's the quiet ones who are the freaks in the sheets.

The irony of it made her smile. People, even some friends, had simply assumed she had been around the block more than a few times because of her wild displays, and yet...Mitsuru has been her first real lover.

While he, the quiet, brooding type, who appeared to be Mr. Type A Personality had a few notches on his bed. Not to mention his certain...predilections.

So she was twenty when she lost her virginity. She wouldn't have minded waiting longer either if needed, glad that she didn't settle for some clumsy fucking just to 'get it over' with. A lot of her friends rushed their first time, having done the deed while half-drunk in a frat party or with someone they really didn't care for.

And Mitsuru, for all his calm and quiet demeanor, was actually very intense in the bedroom. He excited her, knew how to draw out her pleasure, showed her the fine line between pain and pleasure.

Back then, she hadn't even thought of them as a long term couple. But had thought to herself that if things hadn't worked out between them, she would always look back at her first time with fondness. Not regrets.

He'd showed her passion. He'd showed her love. He'd made her feel cherished from the moment she became his, and in the four years—two, as a married couple—they've been together, he'd never violated her trust.

And just because she's married now, that didn't mean she'd stopped exploring her sexuality...

-o-

She loved to dance. Loved to dress sexy and get down and dirty on the dance floor. But that was before she met Mitsuru. Now, she still dressed in slinky, bodyfit dresses, but gone were the days or nights of exposed midriffs and bellybutton or tops that played peekaboo with her tits. She doesn't dance with strangers anymore. When before she could party all night, she had now set a self-imposed curfew of twelve midnight.

Her husband has not clipped her wings, and she will not betray that trust.

If it's a girls night out, then it's all-girls as planned. Mitsuru would only come to drop and pick her up. Like this evening, to celebrate Miku's engagement they'd be drinking and dancing, strictly girls only.

Kokoro inspected herself on the mirror and approved what she saw. The long-sleeved dress fit her like a dream and complimented her body and coloring. It was a wine-colored sheath that molded to her hips and then hugged her legs to just a few inches above her knees. It was off-shoulder but the bodice wasn't low cut, and while it bared her shoulders, it bared nothing of her front or back.

The enticing figure didn't come without hard work, she maintained it with regular jogging and hiking. And times like this, when she could 'effortlessly' look good in a dress made all the small sacrifices worthwhile.

She was pondering her choices in shoes when Mitsuru walked into the bedroom, his hands shoved into his worn jeans, casual black tee and as usual in bare feet. He came to a full stop when he saw her. She shivered at the sudden fire in his eyes. Loved how he reacted, loved that she could incite such a reaction from this tightly controlled man.

For a moment she let her gaze wander appreciatively over his well-toned body. Dark-haired with green eyes. A combination that has always appealed to her. And he looked quite devastatingly sexy even in casual clothing. He was her jogging partner, though Mitsuru favored rock climbing and bouldering more. Their relationship started as friends, so they already shared some interests before eventually becoming lovers.

He made her heart race alright, but he was also her shelter in the storm. Kokoro smiled and leaned against him, enjoying the comfort of his warmth and the way he felt against her as Mitsuru wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her nape. He's in an affectionate mood this evening.

He smiled as he gazed at her body. "So beautiful...you sure it's an all-girls night out?"

"Yes, just me and Miku...not sure if Ikuno is joining us. Ichigo will be there..." Kokoro grinned at him as their hands entwined in front of her, resting just below her navel.

The mental picture of the small toddler and that adorable mop of curly hair came to her unbidden, and she felt the familiar longing clench her heart once again. She'd love to have her own baby boy or girl with vivid green eyes and dark brown hair...

She wasn't sure when her yearning for a child started, perhaps she'd always had it in her and was just realizing it, it could be her age or even her stable relationship. But regardless of the reason, she'd been having these fantasies more and more often lately.

Clinically, she knew it was impossible, but that didn't stop her overactive imagination from picturing her womb being filled, her belly distending with his semen and then getting fertilized. She had been in constant arousal since then...damn, her hormones had been on overdrive for some time now.

Sighing softly, Kokoro turned around and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly against her. For a moment he seemed surprised and then pulled her into his arms and hugged her back.

He tucked her head underneath his chin and rubbed his hand soothingly up and down her back. "What got you so serious looking just now?"

She smiled against his chest as she played with the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Would it freak him out if she told him of what she'd been fantasizing about? "Nothing exciting. I couldn't decide which shoes best suited this dress."

His hand strayed over her ass and skimmed lower to slip beneath her skirt to rest below the curve of her ass. "Very sexy. Is this a test to see if you can make it out of the apartment without me fucking you?"

She laughed and pulled away, rising on tiptoes to kiss him. He smiled back, affection, simple adoration shone in his green eyes as he lowered his head to meet her lips. She loved him this way. Playful and easygoing. Just as she loved him at his most intense.

"Do you want me to stay?" She knew she would, she'd do anything for her man. Even if she can picture Miku's disapproving expression and her wagging finger and of course, her age-old mantra: 'chicks before pricks'.

His gaze drifted down her body, and she felt a surge of pleasure at the clear appreciation written on his face. "You know what I want...but I know you need this time out. It's been a while since you've gone clubbing with friends."

Kokoro fingered the platinum necklace he'd gifted her. The jewelry has no clasp or hook, instead, the chain passed through an O ring with the end secured with a pendant that was actually a real padlock. And Mitsuru holds the key. He gave her the other one, but Kokoro deliberately 'misplaced' it, she has no intention of taking it off.

To the eyes of the world in general, it looked nothing more but a chain with a heart-shaped pendant dangling at the end, but to the two of them, and to the more discerning of their private lifestyle, it was a mark of his possession. A discreet, submissive 'collar'.

The necklace was not as symbolic as her wedding band yet, more like a 'training collar' the equivalent of an engagement ring. She's still a submissive in training, hah! Kokoro almost snickered. Mitsuru has always taken lead in bed, and she found herself at her happiest and most content when she cedes to him full control. But...does that really make her a submissive? She can't imagine herself allowing another man the same liberties to her body.

Her thoughts scattered as she felt his hand slide down over the curve of her cheek. The other hand tangled in her hair and curled around her nape, holding her in place as he took her mouth, his tongue sensuously filling her, stroking her...

"Kokoro."

He whispered her name against her lips, the sound swallowed up by her, but Kokoro heard it, felt it all the way to her soul. It was the most tender of endearments. That one simple word, torn from his throat, told her more than a thousand others that he loved her. That he wanted her.

"Do you have underwear on?"

She lowered her lashes provocatively and murmured a soft, "Yes."

"Show me."

Deciding that simply pulling up the tight-fitting skirt was unsexy, Kokoro eased backward, sliding onto the edge of their king-sized bed. She leaned back resting on her palms and allowed her thighs to part so that he could see the hint of lacy lingerie.

In the space of a heartbeat, Mitsuru strode towards her and stood between her knees. He shoved at the stretchy material of her skirt until he rolled it past her hips, baring the black see-through lace of her panties.

She tried to hold back her smile as he saw just what pair of panties she had on. Crotchless. Oh yes, she definitely wanted to be fucked before clubbing.

"Is this where you want to be?" Kokoro asked huskily as she parted her thighs wider.

He made a harsh sound that was a mixture of approval and crazed lust, and his voice almost broke as he grated, "You're so wet...what have you been doing?" He bit her lower lip.

"Thinking of you." She said, though she could have said it just to tease, the quiet but intense desire in her blue eyes told him it was the truth.

She shivered and arched her hips against his hand as he gently stroked the tightly closed opening, drawing her sweet nectar to rub against her clit. "Your pussy is exquisite. And it's all mine." He unzipped his jeans as he spoke, freeing his cock.

Kokoro couldn't quite catch her breath as she looked at his huge, throbbing length. "All yours." She moaned when he fitted his cockhead against her opening, then just teased her with playful nudging then withdrawing. "Don't make me wait, Mitsuru!"

"Impatient little witch..." His big body surged forward, ramming his cock deep inside her pussy.

She flinched, then her whole body stiffened before she began to writhe restlessly as she cried out his name.

"Baby?" Mitsuru groaned in disbelief. "Already?"

As pleasure exploded inside her, her cry pitched to a scream. "Oh, my sweet lord!" Her core-deep tremors clenched him with intense, tight contractions.

"Holy fuck!" Mitsuru gnashed his teeth. "About to...follow you." He stopped thrusting, locking himself inside her, grinding her clit against the base of his cock with circling motions of his hips, drawing out her pleasure, sending her soaring again and again until she begged for mercy.

A sexual flush deepened the color of her cheeks and chest as Kokoro moaned and writhed, looking up at him, wide-eyed and breathless.

Mitsuru kissed a trail from her neck down her shoulder then pulled back. His green eyes wild, intense as he watched his cock pump in and out, stroking her hypersensitized, swollen, pink flesh. The mere sight almost set him off. Tense moments punctuated by his harsh, heavy breathing passed before he regained full control.

"You disobeyed me. You came without my permission." He nibbled her ear, making her shudder.

"I regret nothing." She whispered, lowering her head to kiss his shoulder.

"Witch!"

"I want your cum inside me. Fill. Me. Up!" Her breath was hot against his ear, her fingers urgent, demanding as she ran them up and down his back.

"Oh, no sweetheart..." He nipped her lower lip. "You don't get off that easy. You're about to get fucked. Hard."

His fingers dug into her hips and yanked her towards him and then hoisted her leg to wrap around his waist, he pressed the other one against the bed.

"Careful," Kokoro gasped, breathless. "Wouldn't want to get cum stains on the new dress you bought me." I want every drop in me.

He ignored her soft cry of surprise and thrust hard for several moments, holding her gaze as he slammed into her. It was a pure act of ownership. He was branding her, marking her, reshaping her over and over again. Then he leaned down and kissed her, the gentleness a stark contradiction to the savage force with which he took her.

"I'm going to come so deep inside you that there won't be a mess." His voice caressed over her skin, dark and sensuous, like his touch. "The idea of you going to the club with my cum inside you turns me on."

"You're such a primitive man." She teased, but the idea turned her on as well, probably more than he was.

He answered her with another punishing thrust. Then he wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling and angling her head so that he could graze his teeth along her jaw. "Damn right about that." He savaged her lips until they were red and swollen.

"Turn around, this little pussy needs to be taught a lesson..."

She was no hapless, broken doll who didn't know her own mind...no, she was a vibrant, confident woman who only gave him her obedience because she trusted him not to abuse it.

That he would give her what she needed, her need to be dominated, owned...possessed.

"Face down, arms forward. Raise your hips." He spanked her ass when she didn't obey immediately. "Higher!"

There was the rustling sound of his jeans dropping to the floor, before she felt the mattress dip down beneath his weight as he climbed up and mounted her from behind.

"Mitsuru..." Kokoro breathed as she felt the hard contours of his abdomen graze the small of her back. Now, held captive within the cage of his muscular body, and about to be impaled on his huge cock, she couldn't control the small twinge of apprehension that had her pussy clenching tight.

He parted her thighs with his knees, spreading her wide open, utterly defenseless to stop him as he positioned the tip of his cock against her quivering slit, "Let me show you how barbaric I can be..."

"Wait! P-please give me a sec—"

He surged forward, ruthlessly opening her in one brutal thrust, lodging himself so deep that his hips flattened the cheeks of her ass.

Kokoro screamed then muffled the sound against the mattress. Oh god, he was so huge, so hard and he had forgone his usual fondling and petting that prepared her for deeper penetration.

"Just a second, Mitsuru!" her voice shook from the force of his thrusts. But he ignored her, showed her no mercy. Only one word will make him stop. Her safe word.

Come on, just say it. Sunflower...sunflower...yellow. To slow down or reduce intensity. Hibiscus or red to make him stop completely.

She cried out his name instead as the fucking intensified, had her clawing at the sheets in an attempt to escape, but he easily pinned her down, mastered her.

No more. I. Can't.

The merciless devil bit her shoulder and breathed hotly against her skin. "You can. You will."

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 ruthlessly opened her again, shoving forward, the force of his thrust overcoming her resistance.

"Submit to me, Kokoro." He commanded, changing the angle of his penetration, going from incredible fullness to overwhelmingly invasive that stretched her past her limits.

She cried out, limbs jerking in protest. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. Pressure coiled low in her belly. "Too deep! Too deep! I can't...oh god!" Her soft flesh felt raw, hypersensitive, his slightest movement sent jolts of electricity to the soles of her feet. But she was powerless to do anything but accept his brutal fucking.

He did this again, and again, a low, rough growl escaping his throat as he bent her to his will until she yielded, her body finally surrendered beneath his relentless, ruthless thrusts.

Kokoro let out a quiet, helpless whimper of submission that she knew would excite him all the more. As expected, he became even more punishing and soon the room was filled with the harsh sounds of wet, raw fucking.

"That's right...that's my good girl..." He murmured silkily, lips pressed against her ear.

In a breathless voice, she gasped, "So...good!" She was reduced to this mindless creature

"You're going to feel the burn in your pussy and think of me, of me fucking you while you're out dancing. Now come! Show me how much you like my cock!" He withdrew to the tip, then slammed home. Every thrust going deeper and deeper until it seemed he pounded into the pit of her stomach. It quickly left the realm of sex and devolved into pure fucking

"Yes, yes, yes!" Her climax ripped through her without warning, Kokoro threw her head back and screamed his name.

He went motionless, snarling words against her neck, "Your tight little pussy...so hot, so wet...so greedy!"

She bucked against him wildly, uncontrollably as she struggled against the wicked edge of heady pain mixed with the sweetest of pleasures. He pinned her down as he pumped in and out of her, drawing out her heart-stopping contractions over and over until she couldn't take any more.

Mitsuru grunted through gritted teeth, "You're taking my cum!" He bit out a broken hoarse cry as he ejaculated. "You're fucking wringing it from me! Can't resist you this time! Take it, take it all from me—"

His back bowed sharply, his torso muscles straining. He threw back his head to shout out her name.

She shivered as his semen shot so forcefully into her sheath, a soft whimper escaped her lips. Liquid heat bathed her pussy like a balm, soothing any lingering aches from the rough pounding he'd inflicted.

He lay on top of her for a few moments, braced on his elbows. His hot, heavy breath tickled her back as he placed kisses between her shoulder blades. Although Kokoro was exhausted, she found herself still gripping him, unwilling to let their connection end.

They collapsed on the bed panting for breath, chest heaving, bodies slick with sweat, limbs still twitching from aftershocks of pleasure. As their orgasms subsided, he started to move again, still erect as he rocked his cock in their mingled cum, taking blatant, carnal delight in stirring the thick wetness deeper into her flesh.

It seems like, she wasn't the only one with a cum fetish...

"Don't move, baby." Mitsuru murmured as he got off from the bed.

Kokoro smiled languidly and closed her eyes. She must have dozed off because the next moment she opened her eyes he was lifting her in his arms and heading towards the bathroom.

The light was low and the whirlpool tub was already bubbling. Mitsuru carefully undressed her then lowered her into the warm water and slid in beside her. As he sat on the submerged bench, he gently pulled her back into his lap, her shoulder resting against his chest.

"That feels good..." She sighed languidly as he began to knead her muscles. "Looks like dancing is off the table this evening. They'll make me drink like a fish instead."

"I'll pick you up at 11:30. Have fun sweetheart."

A/N: Replaced the old chapter as it felt like it didn't fit with the overall theme of Decadence. ;)