Story Eleven: Glass Walls II

Warning: Exhibitionist, kinda. This is the more smut/less story part.

The meeting was already ongoing when she arrived from a client meeting.

Mitsuru stood leaning on his desk, watching the conference room through the electrochromic wall that allowed him, with just a switch of the controls, to turn the other side mirror-like hiding him from view while they remained visible on his side.

"Coffee?" Kokoro asked as she walked over to his side and leaned against his body.

"No thanks, sweetheart, I've just finished a cup." He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "How was the client meeting?"

"Good. Mr Inoue agreed to all our terms. I have the signed contract on my desk."

"Well done, sweetheart." He kissed her again, then wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her close when she would have walked away. "How about we play hooky this afternoon?" He suggested, making Kokoro laugh.

"You know we can't. Company rules, remember?"

"I made the rules, I can bend them."

"Whatever the boss says." She laughed again, deciding to play along and gestured at the conference room. "Can they see us?"

Mitsuru shook his head. "No, but Goro knows that I'm watching the meeting."

"I'm a bit surprised you didn't join them. Those are some important people ri—" She paused abruptly as one face rose above the rest.

Hitoshi. Her ex. He's here for the business meeting.

"I know that you've never slept with him...but how far have you two gone?" Mitsuru murmured as he rested his chin at the crook of her neck and shoulder, trying for a casual tone.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Why...why do you want to know?"

"Did you let him touch your breasts?" He insisted.

Kokoro squirmed, uncomfortable with the questions, wondering what brought this about.

"Answer me, Kokoro."

"Yes."

A tense moment, followed by a deep exhalation. "Did you let him touch your pussy?"

"Mitsuru..."

"Just tell me."

"...Yes."

He released a shuddering breath, wondering why he was torturing himself like this. In the past, he wouldn't have cared if she came to him with previous sexual experience, but that was before her ex had a face. Now, even though he was the one who punched her V card, he was still insanely jealous. Kokoro had loved that piece of shit.

"Did you let him finger you?"

"No." The answer came quicker this time. "I freaked out everytime he tried." She didn't know whether Hitoshi was just clumsy or she was just simply too young and not yet ready, but she couldn't bear his attentions at that time.

"Good anwer." It would have to be enough. He forced himself to be content. It didn't work.

"So, he'd never make you come?" This was the most important one, he suddenly realized.

"No."

Something inside him seemed to unwind, calm down, that irrational, possessive beast who didn't care he was being unreasonable or immature. It's not like he came to her inexperienced. There had been others, but...it didn't matter, he was still jealous of the time she'd spent with the other man.

"Why are you asking me these questions?" Kokoro whispered huskily as he continued to nuzzle against her neck. "I haven't asked about your exes."

"I never loved anyone until you." He countered smoothly. "That's the bastard who broke your heart." And that bothered him even more than the thought of her casually having sex.

Fuck that. He'd be raring to kill right now if that had been the case.

"It was so long ago, Mitsuru. I haven't even thought of him again until this moment."

"How old were you when you broke up?"

"Eighteen." Kokoro replied, wondering why he won't let the subject drop. Could he be really jealous? But why? "I remember it clearly because he broke up with me after my birthday party."

"Son of a bitch."

"Like I said, it happened long time ago." She caressed his knuckles as he kept her held against him, arms still wrapped around her waist.

"Would you have slept with him if his parents hadn't butted in?"

That made Kokoro pause. "I...I wasn't ready then. And Hitoshi had been willing to wait."

That meant, yes. She would have. Eventually.

"That probably saved his life." Mitsuru muttered, the sudden cold steel that laced his words made Kokoro shiver.

"Must we talk about him?" She said, trying for that pout that always seemed to distract him.

It worked. He pulled her closer for a kiss and Hitoshi was soon forgotten, or so she thought.

"God, I should be working." Mitsuru groaned, refusing to let her go. "But I just can't right now...not with that bastard sitting not twenty feet away."

"I can make you feel better." Kokoro whispered huskily, before all courage deserted her. They've never allowed their personal relationship into the workplace, have always tamped down the attraction with heated glances, promises of meeting after work. But she didn't like the thought of him disturbed over Hitoshi.

"Yeah?" His eyes narrowed almost into intense green slits. "What are you offering?"

Kokoro slowly unbuttoned the first two top buttons of her cream blouse, meeting his gaze with silent promise. "Anything you want."

He pulled her back into his arms and took her lips, his fingers unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. Kokoro arched her back with a soft moan as he slid his hand beneath her bra and began to massage her breasts gently. The sound went straight to his dick. "Christ. You're such a sexy little thing, aren't you?"

Before she could reply, Mitsuru bent his head to latch onto her nipple and she could only cry out as euphoria shot through her, making her breath hitch in the throat.

The sound of the zipper ripping open was loud in the room and then Kokoro felt the touch of cold air against her skin as the skirt fell down to the floor, leaving only her thong and black thigh high stockings.

Lost in the sucking pleasure of his mouth, it barely occured to her that she had somehow climbed up Mitsuru's body and he was walking them towards the huge leather armchair behind his desk, not towards his private room as she'd expected.

"Here?" She asked. slightly confused, looking at the faces of the men in the other room.

"It's really just you and me in this office, Kokoro. We can do whatever we want." She had messed up his perfect hair, and his breathing was heavy as he sat on the chair with her on his lap.

"But..." She looked at the group on the other side, though she knew they couldn't see a thing, it still felt like they have an audience.

"God, you're so beautiful." He groaned before their lips met again, tongues entwining and tangling in a wet, carnal kiss, effectively distracting her.

Abruptly Kokoro pulled away, fingers touching his lips when he would have kissed her again, the desire to please him overriding her own need for his touch.

"Kokoro." Mitsuru groaned as she slid off his lap and down to her knees on the floor. The apt, attentive faces of their unwitting audience completely forgotten as he spread his muscular thighs to give her more room. He lifted his hips as she tugged the waistband of his pants, pulling the fabric until his enormous erection was freed.

She looked up at him then at the tip of his cock that was an inch away from her lips. He was so much larger than her ex, with Hitoshi, everything inside her had recoiled at the sight of his cock, but now...all she could think was that this was part of the man she loved, the part of him that would—she shied away from the thought abruptly, cheeks burning anew.

Kokoro had expected him to pull her to him, or push his cock into her mouth. But he remained still, waiting. Then she realized that he wanted her to meet him, to make that choice. And she did, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

"So big." Kokoro whispered, rubbing her hot cheek along the length of his hard flesh, nuzzling him as if he was a beloved pet. "I want to try and put the whole thing in my mouth. Please, Mr. Mori?"

"Mother of God." He said in a hoarse voice, gripping the arm rest of the chair as if to stop himself from grabbing her. "You don't have to ask permission, baby. I'd kill just to sample that pretty mouth."

His voice ended in a choking sound as she circled her tongue around the blunt, smooth head, tasting him, stroking him delicately. "You should make me beg to suck you." Kokoro whispered, staring at the bead that pearled at his tip, suddenly hungry for it. "It's incredible, just like the rest of you."

Her tongue flicked at the moisture, stealing his taste, making him groan. She looked up at him, saw the agonized anticipation in his eyes, that longing that mirrored her own, and seeing him like this, despite her inexperience, made her feel powerful.

His breath hitched, harsh and deep. "God, Kokoro...more, sweetheart."

Her tongue licked him slowly, swiping the tip, the same way she'd felt his mouth on her clit. He felt impossibly hot, burning her palm. She stroked him with both hands, measuring him until his breath became erratic.

"You're going to kill me." He groaned, rough and almost a growl. A demanding growl."Your mouth."

She had no idea what he meant, only her desire to please him, Kokoro licked the tip again, her lips brushing against his hard length as she pressed a kiss at the base where his coarse hair tickled her mouth.

Mitsuru growled low in his throat, the vibration traveled down his body, through his cock, into her lips.

"Suck me, Kokoro. Take me inside. Let me fuck those sweet pink lips...fuck! That's it, sweetheart."

A spurt filled her mouth, thick and salty, his flavor exploding against her tongue. "You taste like the sea."

"God." Mitsuru muttered, sliding his fingers through her hair.

She sucked the tip into her mouth, allowing him to glide deep, deeper still until her throat threatened to close up. She paused as she felt like gagging, but his breathless plea gave her the final push to go lower, lower until her throat was curved to the shape of his cock.

Kokoro tried to hold him for as long as she could then released him, gasping for breath. She smiled at him shyly when his fingers ran through her blonde locks, cupping her face with his trembling palms. "Fuck. Do it again, Kokoro, please sweet baby...oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! "

It was easier the second time, and she held her breath as her throat reluctantly relaxed and felt him slide deeper this time. A part of her thought that she could get addicted to this, to the heady power, to the delicious, smooth glide of his cock along her tongue and down her throat, leaving drips of salty fluid behind.

Mitsuru threw his head back on the chair, his groans echoing off to the high ceiling of his office then looked down at her as his control snapped. He reached for her hair again, tilting her head back. This time, he didn't wait for her, instead, he held her steady as his hips thrust forward, pressing his cock into her mouth. He pushed past her lips, sliding over her tongue, until her mouth felt unbearably full of him.

"You okay, baby?" He asked in a rough voice.

She looked up at him and nodded, her mouth still full.

Then he pushed forward, deeper than she thought was possible, the blunt end of his cock filled her throat and her eyes watered as she fought the urge to gag, to push him out. He pulled out but thrust again before she could make another sound.

His kisses, his mouth on her had felt invasive, too intimate, but it was nothing like this, pinned on the spot by the hard length of him, made to taste him, breathe him. As Mitsuru pulled back, the thick ridge of his cock scraped across her tongue, and a small spurt landed in her mouth. She rolled his cum with her tongue as if tasting fine wine, as if she could unlock his secrets by the flavor of his sex. It was as complex as he was, as mysterious and intense.

He shoved inside just as she was swallowing it, a harsh sound of pleasure escaped his throat. "I want to be all the way inside." He clasped his hands behind her head, murmuring with a low growl. "Open. Open for me."

She relaxed her jaw, and allowed his cock to slide deeper, trusting him. The ridge slicked over her tongue, the head thick in her throat. Her body flinched once, resisting the unfamiliar intrusion, but Mitsuru held her still, until she relaxed again.

His hips found a rhythm, the same one he had teased her clit, pushing inside her, deep enough to feel her throat, before pulling out again. His smooth movements gradually became erratic, his groans an uneven symphony, marking his descent. She choked on the length of him and he tried to pull back but was helpless against the needs of his own body, there was no controllling it, no fighting it anymore. Only thing left was to surrender to it, for both of them.

He moved faster, his breathing now ragged, harsher. The sound of his need unraveled something inside her, and felt her inner muscles clenching on emptiness.

His low groan vibrated against her skin, the sound almost a rumble that ended on a note of ferocity that echoed through the spacious office. Kokoro waited expectantly, for more of that salty flavor, wondering if he'll release it deep in her throat or on her tongue where she'll taste him most.

Instead, Mitsuru pulled back, and Kokoro barely had a moment to notice the emptiness of her mouth, the ache in her jaw before she felt the hot spray on her breasts. He coated her chest, painting her nipple, one high streak arced across her neck.

Still panting from his climax, he reached down, blunt fingers rubbing his cum into her skin. She felt marked. His. Her breath hitched, her skin tightened as he slathered his cum over it. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Kokoro reached up with a shaking hand and rubbed the thick smear of cum into her skin, circling the tips of her nipples one after the other. "Do you like seeing your cum on my breasts?"

"Of course I do." He reached for her arms and gently pulled her up. "Only thing I like more is seeing your pussy dripping with it."

Their lips met in one wet, dirty kiss as she climbed back up into his lap and straddled him.

"Settle down on me." Mitsuru instructed huskily, "Rub that needy clit against my dick."

She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward, moving her hips until his cock nestled between the lips of her pussy and began to slowly rub herself.

He grabbed her hips and increased the rhythm, making her glide harder and faster. "You're soaking wet." Mitsuru murmured as he licked and sucked her neck, leaving marks all over her delicate skin that would stay for days to come.

She tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his skin sliding against hers as she rocked herself over his cock, but she couldn't quite give voice to the need. He pulled off his tie before reaching for the buttons of his shirt and impatiently shed the shirt off.

He was such a beautiful man, hard, chiseled muscles that clenched under her hands. She still couldn't believe that he was all hers.

"Haven't plugged that pretty pussy yet, but I'm almost ready to come again." With a hissing breath, he reached behind her hips, sliding lower and gripped her bottom cheeks, showing her the rhythm that he wanted. "A virgin barely a week ago, but you already move like you were made for riding cock. Like you love having me inside you, stretching you full." Eyes glittering, he gripped her chin and held it tight. "It's my cock you love, isn't that right? No other dicks will ever satisfy you."

"Only you." Kokoro agreed in a breathless voice. She raised her hips and curled her fingers around his hard flesh, positioning him against her tiny entrance.

"Don't slide me inside you yet." He couldn't help but chuckle at the look of disappointment in her eyes. His sweet, eager woman. "Lie back on the desk, Kokoro."

He kissed her pouting mouth when she hesitated, clearly reluctant to let him go. "I've got to prepare you, sweetheart. Got to make sure you're wet and ready for a deep, rough fucking."

The dark promise in his low voice made Kokoro shiver with both anticipation and trepidation. Mitsuru has always been a passionate lover, gentle and sweet most of the time, but he'd told her he won't always be restrained. She sensed that she'll soon find out just how wild he could be.

"That's my girl." He murmured with approval as she perched herself on the edge of his desk and slowly lay down on her back, naked except for the thong and black stockings. "Now show me where you ache, sweetheart. Let me see your pretty little clit."

Christ, the very sight of a pussy has never sent him dangerously close to the edge before, but the tiny patch of barely there blonde hair and the shiny gloss on her shyly closed lips almost broke his resolve.

He levered himself over her on the desk and leaned down to kiss her, his cock, a warm, heavy weight resting against her belly.

"How I got this lucky, I'll never know..." He murmured before his lips closed over hers. He pried her lips open with the tip of his tongue, and then he tucked it deep, so deep between her lips, stroking her, filling her, showing her how it would be.

He stroked her baby smooth skin before spreading his fingers in a V, exposing her inner flesh. "All this sweet pink is mine. From your tiny asshole to that dripping pussy. All fucking mine!" His exultant growl vibrated against her skin, making her squirm. "Say it!"

"All yours." Kokoro gasped, her fingers curling into tight fists as he moved lower down her body, and continued to peruse her exposed flesh with possessive eyes. Unconsciously her hips tilted towards him, as if to show him everything. Everything. She wanted to give him everything.

"Mitsuru...I ache." She writhed her hips in the air shamelessly, pleading for him to take her, but instead Mitsuru's breath tickled her inner thighs, her sensitive flesh, torturing her by making her wait...a soft cry escaping her throat when he finally touched her, a slow, long lick at her very center before his lips closed around her clit.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, please!"

His tongue released her clenching flesh and she almost went wild with a sob—until she felt him lick lower, and she could only lie still in stunned silence when he reached a place so forbidden, so shocking she could only gasp his name.

"You like that?" He asked in a low husky voice, then continued to torment her, stroking her back entrance, back and forth and reached to rub circles on her clit. She was so painfully aroused it took only a few strokes to set her off.

"My sweet baby is still too tight." He murmured as he gently rubbed her entrance, then slowly slipped a finger, unable to hold back a low groan as her flesh clamped around him, "Could barely get my fingers in that little pin prick of a hole, but you're going to let me in anyway, yes?"

"Mitsuru..."

"Don't worry, just give me a few more months...I'll loosen you up nice and good, you'll be ruined for other dicks...not that I'd let another man near you."

A sound of frustration was her only response, that quickly turned into pleasure as he bent his head down and kissed her pussy before jiggling her clit with the tip of his tongue.

He slid his hands beneath her, gripping the cheeks of her ass, holding her still. Her whole body clenched as he kissed her pussy the same way he kissed her mouth, working his tongue in and out, in and out, until her hips writhed on the smooth desk and her thighs began to shake violently as she climaxed.

"My sweet Kokoro..." He said with a smug smile as he looked down at her flushed face, her lips lightly parted, blue eyes still dazed. "You're so pretty when you come."

Her cheeks burned, her eyes still dreamy when she looked up at him standing between her thighs. And Kokoro was once more struck by awe that this man was hers. Her eyes slowly trailed down his naked physique, fit and muscular. Her breath hitched as she realized he was holding his erection full to bursting in a tight fist.

"Please," Kokoro whimpered, arching her back and reaching for her nipples, pinching them between her fingers, hoping to entice him. "Please take the ache away." The orgasm he'd given her was lovely, but it wasn't enough. Not deep enough, not hard enough to satiate her need for him. It just wasn't the same as when he was ramming deep in her body.

"It's yours if you want it." Mitsuru murmured in a rough voice, shamelessly stroking himself in front of her, his fist traveling up and down the hard flesh that jutted between his thighs.

Kokoro could only watch the movements as if hypnotized. "I want it."

He took her hand and helped her to sit up instead, confusing her. He kissed her before she could protest then gestured towards the glass wall.

"Our audience awaits." Mitsuru said in a low voice. "Bend over, hands against the wall. Keep the stockings on."

"Mitsuru..."

"Do it baby." He whispered against her ear before nipping her.

Kokoro stiffened for a brief moment, suddenly nervous about his command. While she trusted him implicitly, she was still getting accustomed to their ever increasing intimacy. And the thought of bending over intimidated her a little.

With a deep, shaky breath, she tried to relax and do as he said, hoping that tilting her ass in the air was more of a turn on for him than an embarrassing position for her.

The sight of the men still in the middle of discussion made her falter for a second, it was as if they could see her through the glass, though she knew it wasn't the case, her eyes were screaming something else.

"Kokoro?" His voice behind her snapped her out of her frozen state and she pressed her hands against the smooth, cool wall, bending her body in half. Wearing nothing but her black stockings, the intensity of his stare at that part of her that had only been his to see, had her squirming in place.

"Don't look away. Feel their eyes on you." He commanded, making her gasp as his hands gripped around her waist and kneed her legs apart. "I'm going to mark you in front of these men. Going to fuck you hard until you cum, and then I'm going to nut in you so deep, you'll never be rid of me."

Just then Hitoshi began to speak to the group, pointing at something on the screen. Mitsuru smirked before pressing his lips against her ear. "I know this is wrong, but I have this need for other men to know you're mine. Especially Hitoshi. He was…the only other man in your life. And I wanted him to know that's all over. That you're mine now."

"Mitsuru..." A mental image of her ex's face as he watched her like this played in her mind, and that single, twisted thought aroused her rather than repulsed. No, Mitsuru was too possessive to let another man see her naked...this glass wall, that's the closest any man will ever get near her.

"It's not just you..."Kokoro confessed in a whisper. "It's both of us...I want him to know you're mine too."

He inhaled sharply at her words, for a moment the room was filled with silence, broken only by their heavy breaths.

"Show him what could have been his, if he only had the balls to protect you from his parents..."

She gasped as he raised one of her legs, spreading her open, revealing the glistening pink flesh of her pussy to the unwitting audience.

At the other side of the glass, the meeting went on, eyes on the business presentation, completely unaware of the explicitly carnal show happening live just in front of them, camouflaged by the reflective wall.

The coolness of the glass did little to soothe the fiery burn in her cheek as Kokoro remained pressed against the wall. When Hitoshi appeared to look in her direction, she closed her eyes, torn between the wicked excitement at feeling so exposed and that tiny voice that told her this was so wrong. So twisted.

"No, sweetheart." Mitsuru murmured behind her, nipping the skin of her shoulder. "Don't hide, look at him, show him what was never his, what is now mine."

She trembled as he spread her with his fingers, exposing the tight entrance at her center. The glass was so clear on their side, it was as if their eyes were focused on her as Mitsuru stroked her pussy in front of them. He stroked her near completion, then abruptly stopped much to her protest and set her leg down.

"Patience, sweetheart." Mitsuru said with a rough chuckle. "You'll soon get that pounding you desperately crave." He fisted his cock and rubbed the head against her slick folds and pulled it back to see the wet gleam as she coated him with her arousal. "Damn baby, you're so fucking wet." He murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Does the thought of fucking in front of your ex turn you on so much?"

Mitsuru stared at Hitoshi as he plugged her entrance with the tip of his dick, pressing, circling, teasing her with it. "Just look at his ugly face. He's going insane at the sight of you about to get fucked. And we don't want to disappoint our audience, do we?"

She felt so hot she was getting dizzy, and yet turned on in the most wicked, perverted way. The soft flesh between her legs kissed the tip of his dick, leaving him wet and slick with her arousal. She knew how he wanted this to play out. Even without him telling her, it just came naturally.

"Hitoshi...please don't look." Kokoro whispered hoarsely against the glass as she spread her thighs wider, allowing Mitsuru to nudge deeper into her pussy. "Look away. Don't watch this. Please."

His low growl vibrated through her whole body. He wrenched her arms behind her, pinning both wrists at the small of her back. "Oh, he's going to watch all right. He's going to watch the woman he wanted get ruined by a big cock. I'll make him watch it from behind too, so he can see me slide in and out, stretching your pretty little pussy with every thrust."

The thick head of his dick penetrated her, paused for the briefest instant before the rest of him slammed deep. Kokoro screamed as the force of his hips lifted her feet off the floor, impaled on his hard flesh, stretching her beyond capacity. It still hurts at first, her whole body in shock at his intrusion. It was the imposing thickness that she craved but while she was aroused and ready for him, he was simply too huge, too hard to take in easily.

Mitsuru smacked her ass without warning, gripping the smooth cheek. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight. It'd take me at least a couple more of drilling to loosen up a cunt this tight."

"Hitoshi, stop him." She wailed, her breath misting the glass near her panting lips. "He's too big. It hurts."

Mitsuru muttered a curse and picked up a bruising pace, the sound of their smacking flesh filling the room as he fucked her from behind. "He's helpless to do shit but watch me force this pussy take every inch."

Still standing on tiptoes, her thighs began to tremble. Something began to tighten inside her...like a coil, and Kokoro took deep shuddering breaths, trying to loosen it. Mitsuru bit out some curses above her head, his hips starting to smack loudly into her ass, his thick, hard cock plowing into her like a battering ram hitting that spot, making the tightening worse, so deep it almost hurt, but she could do nothing but endure the blissful discomfort that cranked up a notch everytime he nailed her. He was so rough, pinned her to the glass with his body, there was no way to move, to escape, kept utterly still for his punishing thrusts.

"Goddamn what you do to me, you horny little girl? I can't stop fucking this pussy. Look how bad you want my cock, clenching, sucking, pulling me in!"

Another deep thrust and her inner walls clenched and clenched, tightening to the point of agony before release sent her hurling into pure bliss. He felt so good. So powerful. So possessive. Her pussy fluttered, shaking and squeezing around his cock, slicking his way for an extra-violent thrust.

"Fuck. Your little cunt is begging for a load." Mitsuru growled as her body continued to clamp around him. "The tight, greedy suck of your pussy is driving me insane!" He made her scream with another ramming blow of his body into hers.

Her body slipped from the wall, but Mitsuru was quick to release her arms and grab hold of her hips. Kokoro tried to stand upright but almost instantly lost balance, her eyes suddenly too heavy to stay open.

"Sweetheart? Kokoro!"

She tried to reach for his hands at her hips, tried to regain control of her balance but it wasn't working.

"Shit! Kokoro, stay with me, sweetheart!" He pulled out of her body and turned her to cradle her against his chest.

Kokoro felt the frantic beating of his heart against her cheek before his words could even register. He sounded so far away. She could barely understand what Mitsuru was saying and could only sense his urgency as she gradually crawled her way out of the aftershock of her orgasm.

"That was so intense." She whispered, finally opening her eyes to meet his worried gaze. She lifted her head to give Mitsuru a kiss when she froze. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Are you alright? You've just blacked out for a moment."

"I did?" Kokoro didn't know how to react and could only chuckle lightly. "Oh god, you told me it'd be good but not this good!"

"Kokoro this isn't funny." He muttered. "You scared me for a second, I thought I..."

"No it's not funny, your dick is dangerous." She conceded, trying to fight off another grin but failed.

"I'll show you dangerous." Mitsuru growled, then turned her to face the wall again.

She muffled a scream against her fist, trembling from anticipation as she felt the smooth tip of his huge erection invade her slick entrance once more, pushing, stretching her full. "So powerful." Kokoro gasped, "Just like a big bad boss."

His right hand slapped down on her ass, making it sting. "And you're a naughty little girl."

She looked back at him over her shoulder, the smoldering look in her blue eyes almost made him lose it.

"And is the big bad boss going to punish this naughty little girl?"

He gave her another rough smack on her bottom, harder this time, but it felt better. Amazing even. He grabbed her ass with both hands, his fingers digging into her skin, bruising it while he tunneled in and out of her cunt.

Kokoro looked at the gazes of the men on the other side of the wall. But she no longer felt embarrassed, but rather...set free. She felt so shameless and wicked, but it was so exhilarating! Her nipples glided against the smooth glass wall, making her clench tighter around him. She knew where this would lead to, to another level of pleasure and began to pump her hips back to meet his thrusts.

His tether finally snapped and his muscular frame pressed her against the wall until she was gasping for air, her thighs open and shaking, shaking from the power of his thrusts, as if he no longer cared if they broke the wall down and go flying right into the lap of the meeting goers.

It was as if he wanted them to get caught. Half of him was sure the men could hear the heavy, ceaseless pounding of his cock entering her with rude, sloppy smacks of flesh and did nothing to silence his loud grunts.

The group was startled when the wall in front of them shook, the explicitly carnal activity behind it finally made a few screws loose, sending the presentation screen shaking like a leaf, almost to the point of crashing to the floor.

"Earthquake?" One of the men asked, all of them cautiously looking around, the meeting abruptly suspended as all senses went on high alert in case they'll need to evacuate.

"Not so loud, sweetheart." Mitsuru whispered against her ear as his hips continued to deliver punishing thrusts into her pussy. "They can't see us, but they might hear you." As if half of the noise wasn't his.

"Oh god." Kokoro moaned, trying to muffle her voice against her fist. It was no use, a scream ripped through her clenched teeth as she worked her hips shamelessly on his thick cock, grinding her clit anywhere it can find friction.

"Christ." Mitsuru growled, leaning over to grab her arms behind her, locking them on the hook of his forearm, then pulled, making her arch like a bow, almost lifting her feet off the floor as he began to fuck her in a frenzy, pounding into her with a series of deep, furious thrusts until he sent her over the edge.

When she floated down from another intense orgasm, Kokoro opened her heavy eyelids and shivered as lust electrified her from head to toes. It was like all the eyes of the men were on her, on her pussy that was even now being wrecked by her boyfriend without mercy. They all looked shell-shocked, as if unable to believe how shameless she was for getting off in front of them. Not just once, but twice.

"We keep this up, our audience might walk out." Mitsuru said with a husky laugh as he looked at their nervous faces. He grabbed one of her tits and rolled her nipple between his fingers, tugging and pulling it until she squirmed. "They are listening to see what happens next. To see if they can hear how wet your cunt is when I fuck it."

Kokoro braced her palms against the glass, her head snapped up when the group of men has decided to conclude their meeting and was slowly exiting the conference room.

"Bet they think it was just an earthquake." Mitsuru chuckled huskily as he kissed her shoulder. "Imagine their baffled faces when they're told there hadn't been any."

His pace picked up again, making the wall shake, hastening the departure of the nervous attendees.

The lights were programmed to sync with each other, to ensure his office was always darker than the rest of that building floor, just a flimsy safe measure to protect his precarious privacy. But as the men walked out of the room, with Hitoshi being the last to leave, there was a split second delay before the lights dimmed in Mitsuru's office when Hitoshi switched off the lights.

Kokoro will never be absolutely sure, and it was something she will never dare confirm, but in that split second of contrasting light between rooms, she was sure Hitoshi had seen her pressed against the wall, nipples crushed against the glass while she screamed her pleasure as Mitsuru shouted behind her, his hips bucking furiously as if he wanted to pound her right into the wall.

That absolute shock and horror on Hitoshi's face will remain with her for a long, long time.

"Mitsuru...I...I think he saw us."

"Good." Was all he said. And she didn't know whether to be amused or vexed with him. She groaned in protest as he slipped his cock from her. Her pussy tried to grip him tighter, to stop him from leaving but she was too boneless from her orgasm to do anything more than moan a complaint. He'd never been this rough with her before, fucked her so hard that even with his cock gone, she'd swear that she could still feel it.

He turned her around to face him, and despite his nonchalance about the possibility of having a witness, she couldn't help her heart from melting as she looked up at his gorgeous face, sweaty and flushed as it was.

Kokoro reached for him, suddenly unbearably happy that he was hers, hers alone. The need to kiss him overriding all else. The instant their lips touched, he licked the seam of her mouth, coaxing her to open up, to invite him deeper.

"One more." She begged huskily before he could pull away, making Mitsuru chuckle lightly before obliging her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close.

"Hold on to me, Kokoro." He instructed against her lips, in the middle of their kiss, his hands sliding down to the cheeks of her ass before moving down to hold the back of her thighs. He parted her legs open and lifted her up, guiding her thighs around his hips.

Slowly, so slow it was an exquisite torture, he eased his cock inside her, gentler this time, mindful of her pussy still sensitive from his previous assault before pressing her back against the wall.

Their audience might be gone, but the show was far from over.

Kokoro cried out softly, holding him tighter still. "Touch me." She pleaded, looking into his intense, green eyes. "Mitsuru...touch me please." Her breasts felt neglected, hungry for affection, aching for his touch, her longing sharpened the need razor sharp.

His hand slid upward to her breast, massaging it softly at first. His touch gradually got rougher as if in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts. He pinched her nipple, squeezing it hard making her cry out. Kokoro didn't know how to process the sensation, it was both exciting and uncomfortable, he'd never been this rough with her breasts before, just as she was going to speak, Mitsuru bent his head to latch on to her other nipple.

He bit her, making her scream a little, but he quickly soothed the pain with the soft flick of his tongue, then switched to the other nipple, biting her again, repeating the actions almost like a ritual until her body was soon overwhelmed by all the sensations he made her feel.

"Oh look at you." Kokoro gasped, watching as his features crunched up, pained, almost tortured. He had reached the end of the rope and the need to cum reached excruciating levels. "The big bad boss, fucking one of the staff because he couldn't help it. You better not come inside me, Mr. Mori. I'm not on the pill, you could get me pregnant."

"Shit!" Mitsuru growled, taken aback by the unexpected words. "I can't pull out. Your pussy is too sweet!" His thrusts impossibly gained more momentum, so fast she was almost screaming from the hypersensation.

He grabbed both her wrists with one hand, lifting her arms above her head even as his hips continued to pound furiously into her, as if seeking to obliterate her cunt. His pelvis grazed her clit with every stroke, until Kokoro went wild and bounced on his dick, riding him harder.

"Don't come inside me, Mr. Mori." She gasped breathlessly against his lips even as her thighs tightened around his waist. "Sir, I'm too young to get pregnant...please, please don't come inside..."

"Mother of God! It's too late. I can't— Holy. Fuck!"

"Yes! Oh god, Mitsuru, yes!" She screamed, joining his harsh groan of release as his flesh jerked inside her. He ejaculated with so much force she felt each rough spurt land deep in her core, her legs kept shoved open by his arms as his hips continued ramming into her, pumping her up with more cum.

"I love the way you cum in me." Kokoro whispered against his lips as he continued to thrust, churning his cum in her pussy, as if he wanted to push it deeper despite the overflow of thick, white froth dripping from their flesh, dropping blobs of mess on the carpet below.

Mitsuru buried his face against her neck as their bodies began to relax and their breathing gradually slowed down. And still he didn't let her go, as if content to remain inside her for as long as he could while Kokoro stroked his sweat-slicked hair and rained small, soft kisses on his head.

Her lover, her friend. Someone who understood her needs better than she ever did.

-o-

"Who let the strays in? Someone must not be paying enough for security."

"Must be one of the kitchen help."

"No, silly! I heard she earns her living on her back now...if you know what I mean."

The voices, followed by cruel laughter made Kokoro flinch. Mina and her friends.

She should have known they'll be here, the charity ball was an annual exclusive event, attended only by the elite.

She was glad Mitsuru wasn't anywhere near earshot, or he would have asked security to throw them out, regardless of who they were. Even if Mina's father purchased one of the larger paintings with the hefty price tag.

While Kokoro appreciated Mitsuru's protectiveness, she prefered to slay her own dragons. But she was never the confrontational type, choosing instead to ignore Mina's cruel barbs. She mingled among the crowd, recognizing some of the faces, associates, old friends of her father. Some, like Mina, gave her a haugthy one over as if she's lower than the dirt beneath their shoes, others were warmer, genuinely pleased to see her again. Miku, her best friend, left earlier, probably already halfway to Strelitzia city right now. Kokoro felt a bit lonely earlier, but now she's kinda glad Miku was on her way to the grand opening of their new shopping mall, it would be hard to stop her from dragging Mina by the hair if she had overheard the conversation earlier.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Mitsuru enter the grand hall with his father and quickly made her way towards him. The two men had just come in from work, but they wouldn't dream of missing this event, not when it was charity ball that was close to their hearts. All the proceeds from the sale of the paintings will be donated to The Garden, the largest orphanage in Cerasus that generations of Mitsuru's family have always been patrons of.

In less than an hour, all the paintings were sold. Kokoro wasn't surprised, not when the artist is as prolific as Mitsuru's mother.

He scanned through the crowd, obviously looking for her, then he smiled as their eyes met. But before he could reach her, his mother clinked her glass with a spoon to get the attention of everyone and made an announcement.

"My husband and I would like to thank everyone for making this event a huge success. But it wouldn't have been made possible without the help of our beautiful children." She beckoned her son and Kokoro to come closer while she continued her speech. "Very few people are aware of this, but just last month, in a private ceremony, we've welcomed our new daughter into the family. Kokoro may not be a total stranger to some of you, yes?"

Mitsuru placed his hand around her waist and led her through the crowd. The shocked faces of some of them weren't lost on her, but she kept her expression carefully bland. Though they have been together for nearly six months now, they have kept their relationship private from the public. This was actually the first time they would come out as a couple.

There was a sudden shriek to her left. "What is the meaning of this?"

Kokoro turned to see Mina standing at the side, her face contorted in indescribable malice and outrage. Mitsuru tensed beside her, his face losing all traces of pleasantry as he asked his wife, "Do you know her?"

Kokoro took another glance in Mina's direction then back at her husband. "No, not really."

Mitsuru arched a brow but said nothing, leading her towards the platform where his parents stood.

A/N: This was a oneshot that got too long so had to split in two. The second part ended up more like pwp as a result. lol