Story Ten: Paid Services.
Warning: Prostitution and maybe NTR?
He didn't know how much more of this he could take.
The constant secret meetings, the elaborate planning to hide from the public eye...and sometimes it doesn't always work. An emergency photoshoot, or a meeting with one of the producers , an impromptu performance, and all his carefully planned little getaway would crumble like a house of cards.
Mitsuru knew it came with the territory, that it was part of the package of being a member of a pop group. XX:You has been rising in popularity, especially with their latest hit album cAge. His own song 'Red Hibiscus' was one of the singles that topped the charts and now more invitations to talkshows and events came pouring in, adding to what was already a bloated, bursting-at-the-seams schedule.
But the discretion was very much needed. The agency managing XX:You's career had a rigid 'no girlfriend' policy. This included dating. If one of them got caught, it would mean the immediate termination of their contract.
Strangely enough, one-nightstands were tolerated, encouraged even, for them to let off some steam. The high expectations has placed a tremendous pressure on the group, sooner or later, something or someone has to give, and their handlers often times were the ones to arrange such 'transactions', selecting girls who won't run to the media. But they had to be really careful—
"Sorry I'm late." A soft feminine voice behind him made Mitsuru turn from the window. "I wasn't sure if I was being followed so I drove around in circles before coming here."
"I don't mind...now that you're here." She was a delicate, young thing with a gentle, lovely face. The long, jet black hair lent her skin a soft glow, like porcelain, bringing out the rosy pink of her lips and the vivid light color of her eyes. He knew at once that he wanted her, the visceral reaction of his body to her mere presence was undeniable.
His eyes skimmed over her slim form appreciatively, following the sensual curves of her breasts to her tiny waist, down to the voluptous flare of her hips. She's absolutely stunning.
"It's not my real name, but you can call me Courtney."
That made him pause, then as if deciding it wasn't important, shrugged his shoulders. "Courtney it is then...at least for tonight."
She smiled up at him as he brushed the long black locks from her face, gazing into her gray eyes before leaning down to brush her lips with his.
"Nuh uh." She stopped him, caressing his lips briefly with her fingers before stepping away. "Let's discuss price first."
Mitsuru groaned, couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he'd asked for this. And for her, he's willing to pay any price. "Name it."
She smiled almost shyly then pulled a small card from her bag.
"You offer to do a lapdance, but kissing is off limits?" He asked in disbelief.
Courtney shrugged her delicate shoulders, still smiling. "Hey don't underestimate the power of smooches. Nothing gets more personal and intimate than two people locking lips while staring into each other's eyes."
"Fine. Fine." Mitsuru murmured, reading the rest of the 'price list'. "I don't see anal here. No creampie?"
"That's because it's not for sale." Courtney pretended to play with her fingertips. "Although I've always been asked for it."
"Why not? Even for the right price?" He arched an eyebrow, as if bemused by her 'work clause'.
"Boyfriend privileges, honey boy." She made her way to the living room and studied the decor. "Nice place."
"How long have you been doing this?" Mitsuru's eyes followed the sleek outline of her ass. She was slim, almost too thin, but had the curves in the right places and he couldn't wait to shred that slinky, black dress to get his hands on her.
Somehow he'd retained enough sanity to leash the beast, he didn't want this to be a one-time thing. No, with her, he wanted more. With some difficulty, he forced himself to stay calm and focused his attention on her list. "This is so short, just the basics. The list of what you won't do is longer than what you'd do. No deepthroat? Do you even know how to give head?"
"As already mentioned by my, um, manager...I haven't been doing this for long. Everything I know, my boyfriend taught me. You should have checked before sending for me."
"Well, everyone has to start somewhere." Mitsuru walked over to the mini bar and picked out a bottle. "I don't mind teaching you how to please me."
"I'm a fast learner...you won't be...disappointed." Courtney replied, sounding distracted as she looked at the paintings on the wall. A few were works done by prolific artists, a silent testimony to their worth, of the wealth of the man behind her, but she was drawn to the portrait of a young girl with wavy blonde hair, kneeling in the dirt with a green watering can while she tended to her garden.
"Do you like it?" Mitsuru asked behind her, startling her.
Her eyes huge, she turned to face him, only to meet one of the wine glass he'd filled for her. "When did you...I mean, you have quite a collection here."
"I had that one specially commissioned." He murmured, raising his glass towards the portrait.
"Is she someone special?"
"Oh she is." He agreed with a deep smile. "She is very special to me. Possibly, the most important." As if forgetting he wasn't alone in the room, Mitsuru reached up towards the portrait, caressing the girl's hand that was clutching the watering can. "I actually agreed to join XX:You because I thought it'd let me get closer to her, managed by the same agency and all, but turns out, we both got so busy with our schedules, we rarely have time to be together, especially with the 'no dating' policy the company strictly enforces."
"Do you resent her career choices?" Courtney asked after a brief pause.
"I'd be lying if I said that I'm fine sharing her with the public. That I don't wish she never joined XX:Me." Mitsuru chuckled lightly, almost in self-derision. "But I don't want to stand in the way between her and her dreams. The instant she decided to quit the industry, I'll be handing my own resignation letter. I've already prepared it, in fact."
"So the life of a celebrity isn't really your thing? Even with all the money and fame?"
Mitsuru shook his head and took a long pull of his drink. "I would rather go back to...before all 'this', if it meant living quietly with my girl. When we were kids, our dreams were rather simple—a family of our own, a cozy home...but then she was handed a rare opportunity, and...I...well, you know the rest."
Mitsuru finished his drink then turned to look at her, a small smile edged his lips. "So...what will 50 grand get me?"
She swallowed her own drink before answering, slightly wincing as the liquor trailed a burning line down her throat that quickly dissipated. "Well...um, pretty much everything in my 'do' list, I guess."
"I want more than what you're offering."
Her eyes widened at his declaration but quickly recovered. "Sorry, won't do."
"Boyfriend privileges?" He arched a brow at her, his green eyes bright with amusement.
"Exactly." Courtney turned away and began to peruse the decor in the room.
"I assume you don't accept personal checks?"
"Cash only." Her voice sound distracted, this time by a handmade doll sitting in a miniature wooden chair. It was hard not to miss it, the toy was out of place among the more sophisticated works of art, yet it oddly occupied a space that implied its importance.
Without asking his permission, Courtney lifted the doll and inspected it. Dressed in a mini red dress with a ribbon tied at the neck, the doll has two pigtails in a shade that was almost close to Mitsuru's hair. It looked a little worn, a quiet testimony to its age.
"She made that when we were still kids." Mitsuru murmured behind her. "Back when our dreams were more simple, uncomplicated by wordly ambitions or desires." He brushed his lips against the side of her neck without warning, making her jump.
Their eyes met as she turned to look at him. He held her gaze without wavering until Courtney looked away as if discomfitted. She carefully placed the doll back to its chair.
"Um...so do you have the money...or...or we'll have to reschedule?"
He laughed again, then took her hand. Courtney was quiet as he led her through the house, occasionally pausing to let her admire any art piece that caught her attention, until they eventually reached the second level. He felt her tense as they walked through the threshold of double doors and her eyes fell on the four poster bed that dominated the room.
She shivered despite the cozy, welcoming ambiance of the room. A bricked, fireplace mantel lent the modern design a rustic touch. Another portrait of the young woman hung above it, this time surrounded by flowers.
"She'd wanted to be a florist when were kids." Mitsuru said as he walked to the oil painting. "Who would have thought things would turn out so differently?" His hand traced the outline of the bricks and before Courtney could ask what he was doing, a panel of the brick wall slid open.
It was a hidden safe.
"The passcode is 0606-556. You can take as much as you want."
Courtney froze then turned to look back at him with wide eyes. "That's not your birthday, is it?"
Mitsuru chuckled and slid his arms around her waist to pull her close against his body. "Nope. It belongs to the woman who owns me."
"You must miss her so much." She whispered hesitantly, almost too soft to hear.
"She has no idea." He agreed with a voice that has gone so deep with emotions, it was almost unrecognizable. "If I could steal her away, I would."
"Mitsuru..."
"How about you?" He asked, turning her around to face him.
As if suddenly feeling like a prey being pursued, Courtney stepped away from his embrace. "What do you mean?"
"Do you have someone special?" Mitsuru grinned as she kept backing away with each step closer. "Someone you'd be willing to give up your soul for?"
"Yes. My boyfriend." She replied without hesitation, then looked at her sides as if searching for an escape route.
"Ah, the one with all the special privileges." He nodded his head as if in agreement. "So he's the only one who gets to enjoy your ass. But perhaps I could persuade you to change your mind?"
Courtney took another step back, suddenly appearing shy and hesitant. "We...we haven't really had..anal sex...yet."
"I see." His eyes suddenly became hooded, almost unreadable. "So I would be the first."
"I...I haven't agreed to anything yet!"
"But you will, sweetheart." He murmured with that air of smugness she would have found revolting had he been someone else.
"Mitsuru..."
"I'll be gentle sweetheart...careful with you as if it's your first time."
"Expert on virgins?"
He smiled at the almost haughty air that insinuated her voice. "No. I only had one."
"Seriously?" She threw him a disbelieving look that made him chuckle.
"Why that face? Is it that hard to believe?"
"I'm sure you got plenty of girls throwing themselves at you."
He shrugged his shoulders in obvious disinterest. Mitsuru tugged his tie off and carelessly dropped it to the floor. "I've always been interested in only one." He murmured as he sat down on the cozy armchair beside the fireplace.
"So how about that dance?" His green eyes sheared directly to hers, almost challenging.
She blinked for a brief moment as if disoriented, but then she smiled, one that was obviously practiced to tease. "If you promise to be a good boy and keep your hands to yourself..."
"I promise no such thing." He countered, smiling slightly. "You did say that you'll do everything in your 'do' list...I want them now."
"Spoiled little rich boy." She murmured without heat, then began to slowly sway her body in tune with the music only she could hear.
Dancing came easy for her, she was clearly in her elements, moving her hips seductively, enticing him with every sensual twist and turn...but she was wearing too many clothes.
As if no longer a man but a starving, homeless boy before a feast, he watched her every moment. Slowly, Courtney began to slide the straps of her slinky dress off her shoulders, one by one. So excruciatingly slow.
The sound of his breath filled the room as the black flimsy cloth fell to the floor.
"Enough teasing, take that bra off." He said in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes hungry, impatient. "Or you want me to do it for you?"
"Patience...ever heard of the phrase 'good things come to those who wait'?" She laughed lightly, but kept teasing him for what seemed like forever.
Just when he was about to rise from his seat and grab her, Courtney reached behind her to unsnap the clasp of her bra.
"Oh god." Mitsuru hissed as the scrap of silk and lace fell to the floor. She kept swaying her hips in that slow, sensuous way, but kept her breasts covered with her arms. The flash of pink, swollen tips of her nipples only served to rile him up even more.
"Come here." He ordered, unable to take anymore.
Shyly she climbed up on his lap, straddling his legs with her thighs. Courtney reached for the back of the chair, hesitating for a moment, meeting his expectant, hungry eyes before moving forward to press her breasts in his face.
The smell of the shampoo he used rose up from his head, warm and clean. She didn't understand why it was such a turn on, but his scent, of soap and mild cologne, all man and heat made her tremble with a sudden rush of need.
"Sit on my lap, sweetheart." Mitsuru murmured. His voice. God, his voice. It's gone rough and low and vibrated up her legs, over her skin.
An impish sparkle lit up her eyes. "What if I don't want to?"
He chuckled lightly, brushing the tip of her nose with his before she could pull away. "I won't make you...but then you'd miss out on the fun."
"Me?" She asked, slightly confused, wondering if she heard him right. But it didn't matter, slowly she lowered herself until she was resting on his jeans. Her posture awkward and off balance, shy and hesitant to press that intimate part of herself against him.
Then Mitsuru shifted, and before she knew what was happening, her hips was sliding towards him, her soft flesh gliding across the fabric of his jeans while she straddled his legs. She trembled as his arms cirled around her body, trapping her close.
She looked at him like a rabbit caught, heat turned her cheeks pink.
"You haven't done this before." Mitsuru said, his eyes suddenly soft and gentle.
She shook her head, knowing that even if she tried to deny it, her hesitation and awkwardness already gave her away. Courtney looked at him as if any second now he's going to grope her, or foregoing that, simply take his dick out and fuck her like this.
But Mitsuru did neither, he just stayed like that, arms firm but gentle.
"I want to touch you." He said, his breath hot against her temple.
She knew that he wanted more than what she was offering, haven't even implicitly agreed on the boundaries, but she found herself agreeing, silent and still.
She looked into his eyes and shivered as a sense of...familiarity rushed through her. She has no way of explaining it to herself, but deep down, in that very core of her being, she knew him.
He didn't start with her breasts as she'd expected, not even her ass. Instead, he curled his hand at the back of her neck, and Courtney lost her breath at the unexpected intimacy of the gesture. Her heart began to pound visibly against her chest, and though he appeared distracted by rapid rise and fall of her tits as her breathing became erratic, he didn't release her neck, making her feel vulnerable, so small and delicate within the careful hold of his hand.
His thighs were hard and solid beneath her ass, but another thick ridge pressed against her secret place, a different kind of hardness altogether, more demanding and throbbed with the heavy beat of his heart.
Feeling unsettled by her exposed position, Courtney tried to wrestle a sliver of control back. "So what do you want, Mitsuru? What do you like?"
Dark lashes hid the glittering green flame of his eyes. "I want to kiss you."
"It's not for sale." She said, though she couldn't look away from the sensual curves of his lips, she clearly wanted him to.
"We'll see about that." He muttered as he grabbed the neck of his shirt to tug it off his body. Smiling when her eyes quickly scanned his body, unable to hide the admiration.
"You want to know what I want the most?" His own gaze roamed slowly over her body, so hot and intense it was like an invisible caress. Then he looked at her in the eye. "I want to fuck you . That's what I'd like."
She went completely still as his fingertips brushed over her pussy, tracing the thin strip of fabric that was the only thing separating them. "I want to fuck you with my fingers. To play with your clit until you come. Or maybe, I would rather flick my tongue over your pussy until you're begging me loud enough for the neighbors to hear..."
The air rushed out of her in a gasp. This wasn't how she'd imagined this scene would play out. She'd expected him to fumble around with her tits, demand a blowjob or just bend her over the bed and fuck her from behind as impersonal as two random strangers meeting in the street.
Reminding herself of her role, Courtney laughed, the sound husky but forced. "I...I'm not going to come, you know. This is about you, not me."
Mitsuru paused as he considered her words, then slowly turned his hand to cup her pussy. "So you think to separate emotions from the physical pleasure, is that it?"
"Just...just doing my jo—what I came here for." Courtney looked away, as if unable to meet the weight of his stare any longer.
"I'd like to see you try."
He wasn't going to wait until she'd outlined her boundaries, her hard limits, and even then she suspected he wouldn't honor them. No, he wasn't even waiting for her permission. And she was letting him. She looked a bit bewildered but it was quickly replaced by the haze of lust, a sight he's quickly becoming familiar with.
She cried out softly as he traced the sensitive bud of her clit with his thumb and gently circled.
"I wanted to touch you the moment you walked through the door. You should know by now, I won't allow any distance between us. I'm going to finger this sweet little cunt until you gush all over my hand. I won't stop until you're wet and slick with it, until my jeans are soaked with you...until the scent of your pussy is in the air."
Her breath hitched at the explicit words, if he didn't know better, he would have thought she's untouched. The crimson tinge at her cheekbones gave her inexperience away.
"Tonight..." He slid a hand down her hip, hitching her up closer against his body. "Tonight we can play a game."
"A kissing game?" She asked suspiciously.
"Scared?" Mitsuru teased before licking the sensitive skin down her neck while his hand reached between her legs, cupping her intimately. "Don't worry, I won't kiss you...unless you come before me...until I feel your little pussy clench around my fingers, drenching me."
That's the unspoken promise as his fingers found her pussy and began to rub her through thin silk—hard and fast.
"That's not fair...I'm not...that is...oh god!" She shivered as he slipped his fingers beneath the silk, caressing softer flesh that trembled with burning need.
" Mitsuru. "
He could sense her struggle, her futile attempt to fight the pleasure off, but it was no use.
She moaned before the sound was caught in his mouth, his lips flush against hers, his tongue seeking and rough. She kissed him back before she remembered she wasn't supposed to. Breathless, Courtney pulled back, her lips red and swollen, her eyes huge and almost black in the soft yellow glow of the light. Her chest heaved in an erratic rhythm as she stared at him, cheeks still flushed from the heady orgasm he'd just given her.
"You...you tricked me!" She wanted to protest, but her voice came out husky and...needy, instead.
"But you like it."
She tried to get off his lap, but found that her strength has deserted her, leaving her his captive, bound to him by the intangible chains of lust.
"How about another round?" He chuckled in that husky voice that sent shivers down her back.
"Why play games I cannot win?" She mumbled, clenching her fingers as he nipped her shoulder.
"Ah, sweetheart, that's half the fun. Rule is simple: whoever comes first…loses. But this time if I win...you'll let me cum in your pussy."
"No." Courtney whispered.
His fingers didn't stop their hypnotizing strokes, slipping in deeper until he was knuckles deep.
"This is what I want around my cock. Not your hands or your mouth. I want the slick wetness of your pussy, that gush of warmth as you come. You're going to drench me with it."
"I...I'm not..." She sounded confused, torn, the struggle too obvious.
"Fuck, you're still so tight." Slowly, he dragged his finger out, thrust it back in. "Just imagine how my dick would feel. Sliding inside you, rubbing all those sensitive spots...and sweetheart, you need not fuss, my cock is thicker than these fingers combined." Her head tilted back and he leaned down to nibble her throat with his lips. This time when he withdrew his hand, he slid two fingers inside, twisting them delectably inside her, stretching her, sliding slowly as her arousal rose to fever pitch.
It was too good, and she'd never wanted it to be this good. It was the wrongness, the sin of it, she tried to reason to herself, it was the forbidden element, it had to be—a scream ripped from her throat as his fingers curled into a place that made her arch wildly into his hand.
"Are you always this wild?" His lips moved down to her nipple and sucked her mercilessly.
"Only with you." She gasped, then groaned as something within her snapped awake, some part of her that instinctively knew that there was no returning from this, from him.
He was going to ruin her. And yet, despite knowing this, she couldn't stop him, couldn't stop herself. She wanted him as deep inside as she could receive him. She craved his possession, his claim. There, in that deepest core of herself she never knew existed.
In the end, nothing else mattered. She could only surrender, barely aware of the obscene, wet noise that filled the whole room as he fucked her with his fingers, his eyes dark, and possessive. She leaned closer to him, pressing her nose to his neck and breathed in his scent as she unraveled once more.
Wondering if she'd been drugged, or just the wine that's made her mind all fuzzy, Courtney parted her thighs wider, making room as Mitsuru reached for the zip of his jeans.
The smooth head of his cock nudged at her folds, probing, seeking and she gasped even as her breathing turned shallow, her muscles stiffening in sudden panic. "No condom?"
He looked at her intently, his eyes filled with burning heat and she knew she had to tell him to stop. "I...I'm not on the pi—."
His response was the hard stroke of his cock, and she forgot what she was going to say, everything but the stark, brutal sensation of his cock entering her body.
"Mitsuru!" She gasped as his uncompromising hardness forced her tight inner tissues apart, stretching her without mercy. And despite her arousal, a stinging burn seared her as he pressed deeper, ignoring the resistance of tightly clenched muscles.
"Christ. You feel so good. So fucking good." Mitsuru groaned as he kissed her panting mouth, sliding down to her chest where her heart drummed violently. Without a word of warning, he lifted her and brought her all the way down onto him. "Oh god, that's it baby...let me in." He pulled back and surged into her, harder this time, scarcely registering the way her pussy clenched in panicked resistance, the way her fingernails dug into his skin even as her body reluctantly yielded, the tender inner tissues giving way under his assault.
She's wet, but tight, so tight...almost as small as a virgin, and despite the red haze of lust, Mitsuru knew what it meant.
"It's been a while...hasn't it, sweetheart?"
She kept her face buried against the crook of his neck, her reply muddled against his skin.
"Hold on to me." He ordered in a gruff voice, then effortlessly lifted her as he stood up from the chair.
She gasped, then made a soft, husky sound that made every muscle in his body clench, she wrapped her entire body around him, both legs, both arms, resting her chin on his shoulder, tickling his ear with her breath.
With his hands cupped securely on her ass, Mitsuru held her to him, rocking his hips into her as he fucked her against the wall. In this position he knew he wouldn't last very long.
"God, Mitsuru. It feels so good." Courtney panted into his ear.
"You want it?"
"I want it. Make me come."
He turned and carried her towards the huge bed instead, both of them hissing as he withdrew from the tight clasp of her pussy to lay her down on the mattress.
"Keep your legs open." He ordered as he stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her with possessive eyes. He yanked the tiny scrap of silk down her legs then fingered the slick, pink flesh as he fisted his cock, squeezing the tip to keep himself from coming. "Such a pretty, little pussy. So tight and sweet."
She was beyond the powers of speech, only able to watch him, and tremble and blush. He stood straight then, staring her in the eye as he dropped his hands to his leather belt and unbuckled it.
Fuck, oh fuck. He was such a gorgeous man, no wonder his fans go nuts over him.
Mitsuru stood between her splayed legs, hot gaze still on her pussy while he shoved the band of his boxer briefs down along with his jeans.
He was huge. Wet and glistening, a wetness that was partially his but mostly hers, from her pussy.
"God," she groaned, turning her face away in embarrassment as he used their combined arousal to stroke himself in front of her.
"Look at me." Mitsuru commanded, and she couldn't help but obey while his fingers did explicitly carnal things between her spread thighs, knowing that he could see every physical reaction that crossed her face.
Unable to help herself, Courtney rocked her hips against him, seeking the rhythm she needed, but he kept evading her neediest places, as if he knew exactly how much she ached and wanted to torment her.
She clenched on emptiness it was almost a physical pain, her body silently screaming for him to fill it.
"Mitsuru...I want you..."
His gaze turned darker, almost malevolent from lust, and then he was hovering over her, his hand sliding down her stomach to her pussy. She couldn't stay still, arching her hips up to meet his exploring fingers, desperate for his touch. Her hips invited him, lifting for him, begging for him. When one long finger slid deep into her, her tight, swollen flesh gripped him, and he gratified her with a rough masculine groan, offsetting her wordless plea.
He crawled up the length of her body, kissing a damp, hot trail as he went and he lowered his head, capturing her mouth again. The kiss started almost gentle, loving, but quickly turned brutal, as savage and violent as the emotions tearing him apart. The delicious feel of her, that sweet scent, the warm, silky texture of her mouth—drove him insane.
Her hands roamed up and down his back, caressing, exploring, then clenching against his shoulders. She felt the smooth, blunt tip of him slide over her clit and nearly came apart.
"Oh god." She whimpered as he continued to torment her.
"Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head then gasped as He lifted her thigh, holding it against his own until he came down to her, covering her, his cock rubbing against her as she felt his breath against her ear.
"Feel me, sweetheart." Mitsuru whispered at her ear as he began to press forward. "Feel me take you..."
The fingers of one large hand laced themselves with her smaller one as she felt the penetration begin. She could only look back at him as he moved deeper. The heavy stretching sensation, a burning, pulling pleasure that stole her breath as he worked the huge head of his erection in and out, he felt so thick, so heavy inside her but this time her pussy accepted him with ease.
She tried to move beneath him, to press closer. She wanted him inside her all the way. She wanted to be full of him, possessed by him. "Don't make me wait Mitsuru!"
He chuckled then groaned as she squeezed him exquisitely. "Sweetheart..."
When he's all the way in, Mitsuru stopped, his eyes glittering with dark hunger. "Fucking you isn't enough. I want to break you open, to wreak my lust on your delicate flesh." Even with her silky pussy clasped around his throbbing cock, the desire thrumming in his blood was suddenly infused with violence, his need for her darker than anything he'd known.
She sucked in a breath as if to brace herself, preparing to endure a hard, rough fucking, but he didn't move. His face was taut with lust, body so tense he was vibrating with it, but he remained still, and she realized just how much he was holding back for her sake.
Gathering her courage, she licked her tongue over her lips and watched the hunger in his eyes intensify.
"Do it." She whispered, biting her lip as she tried to flex her muscles around him, but he was too huge, too hard, she was stretched so tautly to tighten anymore. She felt every beat of his heart, throbbing inside her, hard and thick and...dangerous.
Mitsuru growled as he stared down at her with glittering eyes, and she could sense the inner struggle, feel the beast battling with the man.
"You don't know what you're as—"
"Just let go. We don't have much time..." She whispered again, holding his gaze with those beautiful eyes and the depth of need he saw reflected on them snapped the last thread of his restraint. He watched as her pupils dilated to almost black, the way her eyes widened at the exact moment the beast took the upper hand.
Mitsuru clenched his teeth as he withdrew halfway, the intimate friction of flesh gliding over flesh nearly unraveled him. Then he plunged back in with a hard thrust. "Is this what you want from me?" He growled, his voice low and rough, green eyes filled with growing darkness. He flexed his hips once again, and she cried out as he speared deeper into her, his hands tightening around her hips. "Tell me, baby. Is this what you want?"
Her struggle was clear. She could say 'no', let him restrain the beast once more. But she'd chosen this path and she wasn't about to back out. "Yes. Make me forget..." Tomorrow will come soon enough, but tonight she didn't want to think about morals or duties, about responsibilities or obligations.
Mitsuru clawed for the remnants of his sanity, for something to hold on to as a mindless red tide descended on him, the vicious, brutal lash of hunger undermined his control. He grabbed the backs of her knees, pushing her legs until they were pressed against her breasts, lifting her hips towards him, spreading her wider, allowing for deeper penetration. He rose on his knees, almost squating, caging her hips between his thighs even as her toes curled towards the ceiling.
The position was so obscene, one more suited for porn rather than lovers, but neither of them could look away as his cock began to pummel her, could only watch as he wrecked her pussy with deep strokes like a jackhammer.
It felt both good and...slightly painful and she was soon overwhelmed. She tensed up, unsure how to respond to him, to the overstimulation and a little embarrassed because it was she who had provoked him, thinking she could handle his lust.
Somehow awareness of her discomfort sliced through the haze and Mitsuru slowed down. The reluctant stillness of her body as he violated her silky flesh made his heart clench with regret. Her eyes were shut tight in a wince, her bottom lip caught between the edges of her pearly white teeth. She was enduring this. For him.
"Come back to me, sweetheart." He ground out, slowing down his hips. He tried to be more gentle, to leash the violent lust, but she reached up to cup his face.
"Don't." She whispered, "Don't hold back...give me everything." She wanted him desperately, wanted him even though her flesh felt battered and torn.
He growled her name, ramming his cock into her and pulled out just as urgently, before pounding it into her again. The wet, slapping sounds filled the room, mingling with her gasps. Each time she tried to catch her breath, he stole it right back again.
He fucked her with such fury it felt like he was bruising her tender core, as if he wanted to be permanently etched inside her flesh. But instead of clamping up, this time her pussy remained soft and pliant around his cock, the violent claiming no longer scared her, the threat of pain only adding to the pleasure.
She cried out and wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him like he was her anchor in the storm. She felt like a shivering leaf in a hurricane, overwhelmed by his violence, hurled about by the waves of his lust. And yet, the helplessness, the vulnerability only added to the tension coiling inside her.
With a scream, she came undone, clenching around him even as her own hips bucked in a rhythm as wild as his own. But he doesn't stop. Mitsuru kept going until she came again, driving her insane as she orgasmed yet a third time.
It was only when she lost her voice, could only cry out his name in a hoarse, husky voice, panting and dazed from the overload of pleasure that he let himself go. She reached up and touched his face, his lips, feeling the low, rumble of his groan against her fingers as he speared through her one last time, his pelvis grinding hard against her, his cock twitching, pulsing deep inside her even as he filled her with thick, silky warmth.
For a timeless moment, he collapsed on top of her, almost crushing as he panted against the side of her neck. Unable to do anything else, she stroked her hands up and down his back, as if comforting a child.
There's nothing more brutally honest than the moment of climax, the sheer pleasure of it. The utter surrender. And afterward, there's an intimacy that none can escape. That's what makes the after sex uncomfortable for people who don't care about each other. Almost awkward. They feel a bond where none should exist, even if that bond was purely carnal, like satisfying a physical, mutual need.
She could only look at him with a bemused expression as Mitsuru pulled back, his face still taut with arousal and stamped with a supremely male satisfaction, knowing he'd made her come, not once, not twice, but three times.
There was a time when she would have never believed he was a snuggler, but as Mitsuru settled his frame at her side and pulled her close, she could only smile in a way that only a woman fully satiated can relate to. Sighing softly, she rubbed her nose against his damp chest and gave in to sleep.
Let tomorrow take care of itself.
-o-
"So what did he get you this time?"
Kokoro turned her head at the sound of her friend's voice. In her hand was a small jewelry box in black leather. Miku's eyes widened. "Seriously?"
Kokoro shook her head with a slight smile. "It's not from Mitsuru, Miku."
"From 'Him'?"
"Yeah." Kokoro replied, dropping the jewelry box on her vanity table. "I've been avoiding him all this time, but I guess this is something I have to return personally."
"What's inside?" Miku asked curiously, poking the box with a nimble finger as if a snake will spring out from it any moment.
"I didn't bother to look." Kokoro admitted as she sat down and began to brush her wavy blonde locks. "It's really bothering me, how many times do I have to decline before he catches the drift?"
"Oh em gee." Miku suddenly exclaimed. "Kokoro! It's a diamond ring! Shit, the rock is bigger than my thumbnail!"
"All the more reason for me to return it." Kokoro shrugged, not the least bit interested.
"Why not wear it for a day or two before sending it back? Who knows, it might grow on you." Miku added devilishly. "You know, if you weren't my best friend, I would be so jealous of you right now. The producer has had his eyes on you for a while now, I mean, he's been lobbying to give you more screentime. There's even rumors of a solo project. You're clearly his favorite."
Kokoro shrugged, while everything Miku said was true, Mr. Hitoshi sent her creep radar on overdrive. In his late 20's or early 30's, with baby blue eyes and blond hair, a most winsome smile, the producer was the youngest and apparently the most attractive among his peers. Oftentimes he'd been asked to try acting for short films, but he'd always refused.
"You could...you know, help the group by being more friendly to him." Miku wagged her eyebrows meaningfully.
That made Kokoro laugh. "No way, Miku. If you think it's that important, why don't you go and be friendly with him?"
"I might." Miku mumbled with a smile, sliding the ring in her finger and lifted her hand to admire it. "If it would net me some mean looking diamond rings, I'd say it's a win wi situation. Shit, this thing is so huge, wonder how many carats..." She picked up her phone to do an online search.
Kokoro merely shrugged her shoulders as she reached for some wet wipes to clean off her makeup. They've just finished the photoshoot and would be rehearsing a new dance step after their thirty minute break.
"Holy motherfucking shit." Miku cursed in her usual flowery vocabulary. Thinking that she only found out how many carats the diamond ring was, Kokoro didn't pay her friend much attention.
"Hey...have you seen the news? Mitsuru was pictured with a girl in some private residence. The forums have gone nuts. Everyone is speculating who she might be, but none could really identify her, only feature that was clear was her long, black hair."
Kokoro went completely still, her face losing all color. "What...what do you mean?" She asked Miku.
Her friend winced slightly, as if realizing she had handled the situation like a bull in a china store. "Here." Miku said, handing Kokoro her phone. "See for yourself."
The tabloid didn't name him or the girl, the photos were slightly blurry, probably taken from a distance, but Mitsuru was identifiable. The girl was standing with her back to the camera, and only her long black hair was visible.
Kokoro gripped the edge of the phone as she saw the next photo. The girl was partially undressed, with only a bra covering her, her face still hidden as she locked lips with Mitsuru.
"XX:You member, sighted with unknown lover!" The words in huge font blazed across the page. Apparently, the girl had agreed to be interviewed, but had withheld her identity. "Oh we're not actually dating." The text read. "We were just seeing other occasionally. His manager Hachi, introduced us. We met at the backstage during one of their concerts. But as you know, they're not allowed to have a girlfriend, so...shall we say, we're just friends—with benefits."
"Kokoro?" Miku asked tentatively, her brows crumpled in worry. "Are you okay?" Only Miku knew that they were secretly seeing each other, but as the pictures showed, she's not the only one.
Kokoro didn't utter a word, just nodded her head. "I...I need to talk to Mitsuru."
The sudden knocking on the door startled them both. Almost in sync, the two turned their heads to see who it was.
"Kokoro, Mr. Hitoshi wants to see you. He's in his office." The assistant announced through the door without opening it.
Kokoro winced but her voice sounded normal as she murmured her thanks. "I'll be right there."
Miku grabbed her arm gently before she could walk out. "Don't do anything rash. Just return this box to that jerk and get out." She slipped off the ring and placed it back on the jewelry case.
Kokoro appeared to be too dazed to understand, but she nodded her head.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Miku couldn't help but worry, unsure whether to give her space or let her see the producer on her own.
Kokoro shook her head. "Please tell Nana I've gone to see Mr. Hitoshi." She said as she stepped out of the dressing room. "And...thanks Miku." She closed the door before her friend could reply, but Kokoro was too shocked to pay attention.
The numbness has given her a few moments of respite, time to brace herself for the avalanche of emotions that's sure to follow.
Mentally she reminded herself to stay calm, not to overthink things...that she has to talk with Mitsuru first before freaking out.
But it was so hard.
Kokoro pulled out her phone and cursed outloud. There were several missed calls, all from the same number. Her hand trembling slightly, she pressed Mitsuru's number.
"Sweetheart?"
Relief flooded her at the sound of his voice, and she leaned on the hallway wall, her legs no longer able to support her. "I need to see you."
"Already on my way. Be there in fifteen." The sound of a horn blared at the background. "I've got to drive, baby. Wait for me."
She knew that she has to see the producer but couldn't find the will to see anyone else. This comes first. Selfish maybe, but Kokoro realized that though her career meant so much to her, she could survive anything but losing him.
-o-
"Where's Kokoro?"
Miku nearly jumped at the barking voice and turned to see the producer standing at the threshold.
"I thought she went to see you, sir." She replied in confusion. Miku bit her lip, effectively controlling more words from spilling out. The self entitled jerk simply barged in the ladies' changing room without so much as a knock.
"Well she hasn't shown up!" Hitoshi said, his voice vibrating with impatience.
"I'll try to reach her, sir." Miku offered, reaching for her phone.
"Nevermind, I'll find her myself." He barked then strode out of the room.
"Asshole." Miku muttered beneath her breath, but she quickly became concerned. Where was Kokoro? Did she simply leave to see Mitsuru?
Miku walked to the row of closet where they kept their stuff and checked for Kokoro's things. Her handbag was still hanging among various clothes. Reasoning to herself that Kokoro wouldn't leave without her wallet, Miku was about to close the closet door when her eyes caught something at the bottom that nearly gave her a heart attack. Among shoes that were neatly lined on the closet floor, was a paper bag, but instead of usual accessories or scarves, this one was filled with hair. Human hair.
"Get a grip, Miku!" She laughed at herself nervously, then bent down to pick up the thing that startled her. "It's just a wig!" Long, black locks fell in silky strands through her fingers.
"Silly Kokoro." Miku said to no one and walked towards the mirror to try it on. "Why would you need a bla—"
Suddenly all the pieces fell into place. "Oh my God!" She muttered beneath her breath. "Girl, you got a lot of explaining to do when I catch you!"
A/N: Okay if you've managed to read this to the end then um, Yay!? Lol
Seriously though, in case the ending wasn't clear, or there's any doubt, let me just put it here- there's no Courtney, that was Kokoro in disguise. Being pop idols with a work clause that required they remain single, they had to sneak off just to see each other in secret. The prostitution part was just added to throw off the reader...at least that was the intention. Well I'm not really sure if I managed to pull it off but hopefully it was still a fun read.
XX:Me is the group of Japanese seiyuu who voiced all the girls in franxx and they sang all the ending theme in the show. XX:You is their counterpart with all the boys, but this group only exists in the 4koma comics by MATO.
Evalee I'm not yet done, have some more drafts waiting to be fleshed out. But too many distractions these days so my updates are slower. Thank you for the review! :D