Decadence

by Blue Trinkets

A collection of smutty one-shots. Mitsuru x Kokoro centric. Modern AU. Some chapters are a continuation of a previous one, or loosely share the same universe, but each chapter is intended to be able to stand on its own. Yes, each chapter has sex, with elements of various kinks. So heed the warning, please. Latest Story: Sixteen - Auction.

21. 16 Auction I

Story Sixteen: Auction(I).

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Theme: Porn with plot. Story split in two posts.

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It was another busy morning at the coffee shop. The bronze bell hanging at the front door hasn't stopped chiming every five seconds as people walked in and out of the shop.

Kokoro wouldn't even be here if not for the free voucher her roomie had given her. Money is really tight these days she couldn't pass on the free coffee.

The sight of a stout man in a black suit placing his order at the counter made her blood freeze. Then the man turned and she got a glimpse of his face, Kokoro breathed easier as she realized she'd mistaken the customer for the awful man she'd met yesterday.

"I'm sorry to say this Ms. Niwashi, but you do not appear to be qualified for the loan you applied for."

Mr. Kujira wasn't the first manager who had rejected her, but that bank was her last hope for a loan."Sir, my father really needs that operation. Is there anyone who can help me?"

Kokoro could still feel the disgust that roiled in her stomach when he looked at her with those beady eyes made even smaller by the thick lenses of his glasses.

"Well, there is something you can do..."

The line moved, startling her back to the present. Trying to calm herself, Kokoro took another deep breath. She can do this. She'll find a way. Falling apart won't help her father who was still in the hospital. The doctor has said his vitals were stable for now, but he'll need that operation to clear the blood clot in his brain as soon as possible.

Without that loan, Kokoro knew she's grasping at straws. Mercifully, the blood-thinning drugs were able to keep the clot from expanding, buying her more time. But she has to act quickly.

No bank would approve a college dropout's loan application, her assistant job at Mrs. Sano's flower shop could only earn so much, even with the additional part-time jobs at restaurants.

Only that creepy bank manager Mr. Kujira offered her a second option.

Can she do it? He'd given her until tomorrow to decide. He made it sound as if she was lucky he was even considering it—a sexual proposition in exchange for the loan approval.

Kokoro suddenly felt light-headed and swayed backward, inadvertently stepping on someone's foot behind her.

"So sorry!" She gasped, glancing down behind her, and saw expensive-looking black leather shoes and tailored charcoal gray slacks.

The man behind her was talking to someone on his phone and only inclined his head slightly to acknowledge her apology.

Kokoro quickly looked away, embarrassed by her clumsiness, she hoped she hadn't interrupted anything important. The hiss of the espresso machine churning coffee in cups mingled with the chatter of the other customers, the traffic noise flooded in each time the door opens colliding with the music from the overhead speakers, but the deep timbre of his voice followed her. The relaxed cadence sounded soothing somehow in the midst of the auditory chaos. Kokoro allowed herself to relax...if only for a moment.

-o-

Mitsuru wasn't supposed to be here. He had been trying to cut down on the caffeine and had skipped his usual morning cup at home. But unable to resist the lure, he now found himself joining the masses navigating the morning routine of everyday madness. He discussed with his broker as he waited in line to feed his caffeine addiction when the girl in front of him swayed backward and stepped on his toes, breaking his solitary bubble. It didn't really hurt, she was too light to cause any real damage. But as he listened to current market trends, his eyes wandered to the slender figure of the girl at his front.

There was really nothing remarkable about her, at his age, the feminine body no longer posed a mystery. And yet, there was something about her that made him keep looking back.

She moved then, shifting her weight, stretching up slightly as if she was checking the pastries and bread in the display counter and his eyes fell on her tiny waist, the slim but seductive curves of her hips, the fabric molded her pert bottom like a second skin. His eyes traveled up her slender back to where sandy blonde hair was swept into a bun, revealing a graceful neck.

Mitsuru had the insane urge to go over and undo her hair. Turn her around to face him. He wanted to see her. Hell, what's got into him?

Then she turned sideways, showing him her profile, the soft pout of her full lips, and the jolt of awareness became something stronger...more primal.

She wore a modest pale yellow dress that covered her from neck to knees but it only enhanced the creamy perfection of skin that was exposed. He shook his head slightly as if to clear it, feeling a bit off-kilter. Women didn't usually attract his attention without trying. But despite himself, Mitsuru found himself holding his breath as his gaze landed on her breasts. They were beautifully shaped, generous in size despite her slim frame. Everything about her was graceful...so deliciously feminine.

She turned again when the line moved and placed her order.

Just an ordinary girl. Mitsuru tried to convince himself. Nothing special.

And then she turned to walk past him and their eyes met. God, she was simply stunning. He was unprepared for the impact of her beauty, transfixed by the way she made him feel.

"Wait." Mitsuru didn't know what possessed him to stop her, but he just had to.

Her eyes held him captive. Huge and blue with tiny flecks of gold. Her lips were full, pink, not caked in lipstick. Ripe for kissing. "Yes?"

They stood looking at each other for an endless second. He was baffled by the way he reacted to her, it was more than just physical, coming from a different place than when he usually looked at a beautiful woman. The impatient mumblings behind him made Mitsuru realize he was holding up the line.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew." He shook his head at the poor excuse of a lie, suddenly flustered for the impulse. He'd never lost himself like this...in a moment, in a woman's gaze. It was unnerving, disorienting.

Feeling more than a little exposed, Mitsuru took a breath and stepped towards the counter. Her subtle scent followed him, keeping him under her spell. God, what has she done to him?

He ordered for his usual black coffee, no sugar. Then fired a couple of messages from his phone while he waited for his cup to be called along with the rest of the group. The urge to look up and search for her among the crowd was hard to resist, but he fought the impulse. He's a grown man, not a prepubescent boy who had just discovered his first crush, dammit!

He kept his eyes glued to the phone until he heard his name called out and went to get his cup. The others have already picked up their orders leaving only a single cup sitting at the counter that he quickly realized wasn't his.

Mitsuru was sure his name was called, even the third dude behind him in the queue already got his drink. Slightly baffled, he picked up the cup and turned it to check the label again. 'Kokoro' was written at the side. Could this Kokoro has taken his cup by mistake?

He turned towards the exit, his eyes instantly singling out the blonde girl from before. She had just stepped out of the cafe and taken a sip. The scrunched look of shock on her face confirmed the mix-up.

He raised the cup on his hand and shook it slightly to get her attention. She looked at him with a confused frown then with dawning horror that painted her face red as she realized what she'd done. Her eyes darted to the side of the cup as if seeing it for the first time.

Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to form words. Embarrassment has frozen her on the spot, Kokoro could only watch as he strode towards her.

He towered over her, making her feel small, almost delicate. His hair wasn't black as she thought, but dark olive-brown in the outdoor light, sleekly brushed back. He was lightly tanned, clearly, a man who enjoyed the sun, with a chiseled jaw and a firm, wickedly sensual mouth—currently tipped to one side in a smile.

He gestured at the coffee stain her lips left on the rim of the cup. "I like my coffee black, but looks like you've just sweetened it."

His attempt to make light of the mix up barely registered. Kokoro could only look at him, still tongue-tied. Something deep and unfamiliar in her core pulsed to life, disturbingly intense. Hot. Her breath caught as the realization struck her—sexual awareness. It was as if she was plugged into an electrical socket, her skin tingled in reaction to this man's nearness.

It's not like she hadn't dated before, but she'd never been this attracted to someone. How she had scoffed at her friends' tales of instant lust and consequent one-night stands. Now she realized how naive she'd been.

Mitsuru cocked his head to one side, his eyes bright with amusement. "I take it that you can talk?"

It took an effort to gather her thoughts, so scrambled by his presence it felt like a miracle she could still nod her head.

"Yes." She said faintly, and then more strongly as she mentally kicked herself. "Yes, I can talk."

"That's a relief." He said with a smile then held out his hand. "Mitsuru Mori."

She took a deep breath and released it. "Kokoro."

His hand easily engulfed hers. Warm and strong. Slightly rough. He was no soft city boy. The realization made her body pulse in response.

He handed her the drink she had ordered. She smiled sheepishly but didn't take the offered cup. "Sorry, I already drank yours. You can have mine."

Mitsuru checked the label and laughed lightly. "Double chocolate chip frappuccino. Nah, too sweet for me."

She looked back into the cafe and winced slightly. "I can get you a new one."

"That won't be necessary. That one is fine. I—" A shrill sound startled them both, breaking the conversation. Mitsuru cursed and pulled the phone from his pocket. He glanced back at her then silenced the phone. "I'm sorry, it's an important call I've been waiting for."

"Then why—?"

"I can't just let this end like this." He looked a bit flustered, which strangely charmed her even more. "I'd like to get to know you better. Mind exchanging numbers?" Just like that. Straightforward. No cheesy pick-up lines.

Kokoro bit her lip and looked away. "I don't have a phone."

"I find that hard to believe...who doesn't have a phone at this age?"

She heard the teasing note in his voice and knew that he thought she was just playing him.

"Someone who can't afford it." Kokoro said more sharply than intended. She lost her old phone and didn't want to touch her savings to get a new one. Not when she's desperately raising money for her father's operation.

Humiliated, reminded again of her financial state, Kokoro pushed the coffee cup into his hand and turned to leave only to feel him reach for her arm, tugging her back.

Damn him. Why couldn't he just let her go? He reminded her too much of the disposable wealth people like him took for granted, while she couldn't even make the cut to qualify for a loan to help her father.

That's not fair, Mitsuru got nothing to do with her misfortunes in life. Suddenly Kokoro felt small and petty for being angry at him.

He released her arm but grabbed her hand, compelling her to look up into that handsome face. There was no longer any trace of amusement, only the sharp clarity in his eyes as he looked at her with concern. "I didn't mean to offend you."

Despite herself, Kokoro felt her senses going haywire beneath that green gaze. "You didn't. I was just...being overly sensitive."

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes slowly tracing her features. Then he smiled. "Was that our first argument?"

The visceral reaction of her body to his words almost alarmed her. "Are you always this smooth?" She asked dryly, even as she was slightly surprised that he wasn't more...arrogant. In her line of work, she'd seen the varying degrees of entitlement people didn't hesitate to impose on the staff.

She didn't expect to like him. A man from a world of wealth, so different from her own.

"I try." His phone began to ring again, breaking the spell. Instead of taking the call, he silenced it, keeping his eyes on her. "Will you meet me here again same time tomorrow? I really want to see you again."

"Okay..."

He looked so pleased and happy Kokoro felt a bit guilty. He pulled a business card from his wallet, then an expensive looking fountain pen from a top pocket. "It's a promise then. I look forward to seeing you. " He scrawled something at the back and handed it to her.

He finally answered the call and smiled at her before turning away.

As Kokoro watched him walk away from her, in that powerful, confident grace, she knew she'd just lied to him. She bit her lip when he turned to look at her and gestured for her to call him with his hand before getting into his car, a sleek black model that only the very wealthy can afford.

She had to stop this. Now. Before she fell any more deeper in the enchantment. Before she dared to dream for more.

Even if she had the time for romance—which she didn't, there's a wide chasm between them. She doesn't belong in his world. It would be kinder to nip this attraction in the bud before things get too far. She can't afford any distractions, not when her father's life is at stake.

-o-

"His handwriting is sexy." Miku said as she investigated Mitsuru's business card and the scribbled number at the back.

"What?" Kokoro nearly choked on her dinner—if instant cup noodles can be called that, and wiped her mouth. "His handwriting?"

"Uh-huh." Miku continued, flipping the card with her graceful neon pink fingernails. "Look. It's confident. Decisive. Strong slant. No hesitant, timid marks from him, nuh-uh. He wants that number permanently marked in your memory. Ingrained into your brain."

"And you got all this from just looking at his handwriting?" Kokoro asked, slightly amused.

"What can I say?" Miku murmured, "I've always had a thing about guys' handwriting. Zorome writes as if he's trying to massacre the words or something." Miku chuckled. "It's so hot."

Kokoro shook her head, looking at the card almost with longing. She pulled her wallet out to tuck it away. She'd already memorized the number, even though she was sure it would never be used. No matter how much she wished for things to be different. Love and romance, just like her father's medical costs, were simply things she can't afford right now.

-o-

"Damn, when are you going to show the goods?"

"Maybe another day." Kokoro murmured with a smile pasted on her face. She's still not used to the lewd way some of the customers appraised her body. Their highly sexual scrutiny made her skin crawl with disgust. Compared to the other baristas who were comfortable in wearing nothing but fishnets that showcased their rouged nipples and shaved pubes, bodysuits? No, more like birthday suits.

Kokoro had chosen the more 'modest' school girl microskirt and bikini top outfits. She knew that the more exposed she was, the bigger the tips, but she just couldn't quite go there yet.

"What would you like to order, sir?" Kokoro asked, still smiling even though she wanted nothing more than to cover up. The man with thinning brown hair and whose shirt was a few sizes too small with buttons about to pop any minute now, gave her the creeps.

"Have you ever thought of stripping? Those tits are wasted working in a place like this. How about we meet up after your shift for some private time? I treat my girls right and I'm extra generous so long as you do everything I says."

"Sorry, sir." Kokoro swallowed the bile that almost made her gag. "I'm not for sale, but we have a great selection of drinks!" Somehow she managed not to scream at the customer.

"Oh come now, don't be so cold." The man pressed on. "I can take you out shopping, we could check into some fancy hotel—"

"I'm sorry sir, but if you're not going to order anything I'll have to serve the next customer. Store policy." Behind the counter, Kokoro clenched her fists. Dear lord, this was worst than she'd thought. How did the other girls cope?

The customer sounded angry this time. "You worthless cunt, here I am trying to be nice to you, more than you deserve what with that old hag outfit and this is how you thank me?!"

He looked as if he wanted to grab and haul her out of the window. Well, there was a reason why the glass was always kept closed unless handing out the drink.

"Sir, if you can't hold a decent conversation I'll have to ask you to leave." Kokoro said in a shaking voice, tears pricked her eyes but she blinked them away.

The man continued to bark vulgar threats but mercifully drove off. Kokoro took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Soon after the next girl on shift arrived and looked at Kokoro with sympathetic eyes. "Rough shift?"

"Yeah, got complaints that I'm too covered up." Kokoro sighed.

"Don't let it get to you. A few more weeks and you'll grow a tougher skin."

"Thanks." She smiled weakly then gathered her belongings. She counted the day's earnings in the locker room and consoled herself. There's no denying the money is good, and she won't earn as much working in retail. She should count herself lucky she landed this job.

-o-

"What happened? You look like you need a heavy dose of pick-me-up." Miku asked as Kokoro walked across the room and collapsed on the bed.

"It was okay until the last customer." Kokoro confessed with a sigh. "The boss did warn me that there will be the occasional creepy guy who would drive up and whip his junk out, and—Miku! Stop that!"

Miku chuckled as she continued to stroke the longneck beer bottle currently sitting at her crotch. "What? Haven't you seen a guy jerk off before? This is nothing."

"Anyways, they have installed live-stream cameras to deter such pervs. And I could call the cops if they get too worked up." Kokoro looked away.

Considering that the coffee stands were operated by nearly naked women, Kokoro wasn't surprised that sexual harassment was a hazard of the job. She'd also applied for work at a local health food store, but this was the first job that paid well and she has to do this if she was to add to the health insurance so her father would have the chance to get on a waiting list for the operation he needed.

But that will take months. A small voice reminded her. Months he doesn't have.

Kokoro swallowed down the panic. She could do this. She's young, healthy, and relatively strong. She would work five jobs if she could find them.

"While on probation, I can only work three times a week, so I still have to look for other part-time jobs to fill up my schedule."

"Don't you think you're overworking yourself?" Miku asked, all teasing gone now.

"I"m alright." Kokoro assured her with a smile. "Plenty of time to rest when I retire."

Miku didn't look convinced, but she knew the reason why her friend had to work so hard. "That reminds me, Mrs. Sano messaged you earlier. She was asking if you're free this Saturday, something about serving a buffet. Here." She slid her phone over the table to Kokoro.

"Thanks Miku. As soon as I can afford it, I'm getting a phone."

Miku waved her hand. "Don't worry about it, I'm not bothered." Then she eyed Kokoro with the same teasing look as before. "You'll definitely need one if you want to pursue a certain someone."

Kokoro smiled sadly as she typed a reply to Mrs. Sano. "You know it's not going to work out, Miku."

"Not that again." Miku snorted. "You won't know until you've tried!"

"I have to think of my father first. I—"

"Stop making up excuses. You know you can do both if you really want to."

Kokoro paused, deep down she knew Miku was right. What was she afraid of? Others have lived extremely busy lives but somehow managed to build relationships. If Mitsuru really wanted her, they could work something out, right?

Still, she's under too much pressure, too much on her plate that she can't think straight.

One day at a time. She reminded herself. That's all she could do for now. One day at a time.

-o-

Kokoro felt a large hand sliding down her thigh—the man from her fantasy. Tall, dark and demanding. He wouldn't take no for an answer. His fingers traveled up her inner thigh, making her tremble as he murmured in her ear, telling her all the dirty, wicked things he's going to do to her.

"I've waited so long to touch you like this." His voice was so low, turning her soft in places she'd never let any man access. He pushed her breasts together and rubbed his face between them.

Kokoro gasped as his features suddenly became clearer. "Mitsuru..."

"You're so soft..." He murmured, his breath warm against her skin before taking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out as pleasure spiked from the strokes of his tongue before drawing her deeper.

Her toes curled as he slowly moved down her body, kissing her stomach, licking a trail down her flat belly. "One day I"ll put my baby right here." He said in a low voice, dropping a kiss on the lower part of her belly. "You'll let me breed you, won't you sweetheart?"

What? Baby? No! It's too soon! "Yes." Her mouth seemed to have a life of its own. Uncontrollable.

"That's my girl." He said with approval. "Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Let me pet that pretty little cunt."

God, she didn't know what was happening here! How did the two of them end up standing beside her bed, shamelessly naked? But whatever the reason, she felt her body softening, arousal made her pussy wet and slick.

"Bend over." He whispered in a rough, commanding voice. "You've been a bad girl, Kokoro. Teasing me, driving me insane with this sexy body. You're going to have to be punished."

"Yes." She heard herself say, bowing submissively at the waist, baring her backside to him as she leaned over the edge of the bed. She felt vulnerable, utterly beneath his mercy...she felt him sweep her panties down her legs with a low growl.

The cool air hit her naked flesh as he forced her thighs open, spreading her pussy lips with two thumbs to expose her wet, pink inner cunt.

"Such a sweet little pussy." He praised with a low growl before kissing her softly. Then he loomed over her, making her feel small and helpless and hot with his strength and dominance. She bit her lip as she felt him slowly slid two thick fingers into her, opening her, testing her.

"I've always wanted to touch you like this." He fingered her slick wetness making her moan. "Is this for me? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" Kokoro gasped in a high, breathless voice. "Yes, please. Oh, Mitsu—"

The shrill sound of the alarm clock abruptly sliced into her dream, waking her up. Kokoro shot up from bed, still feeling the effects of the erotic dream. God, what is happening to her? Why does she keep having these dreams?

She glanced at the bedside clock and threw the covers to the side. She must get ready soon, can't afford to be late for work.

Soon she was serving at a buffet luncheon inside one of Strelitzia's most exclusive addresses. Kokoro liked the hosts, the world-renowned artist Zero Two and her husband Hiro. The young couple owned one of the most famous private art collections, which they allow to be viewed only by a very select few on occasions like this, once or twice a year.

This was the second time she'd worked for them. Kind and respectful, the couple had given a generous tip on top of the pay last time, and even sent small care packages to all the staff. Hopefully, she'd make a good impression on today's luncheon too. Jobs like these are usually by word of mouth.

Her thoughts suddenly shattered when she caught the arrival of the new guest, casually walking down the steps to be greeted by Hiro and Zero Two.

He was tall and dark. Almost as tall and dark as Hiro.

So familiar. Goosebumps prickled her skin.

It can't be.

She barely noticed someone helping themselves to a canapé on her tray, all her senses seized by a single thought. She had to be imagining it all. Imagining him. Her too frequent longing and dreams of him had turned into a hallucination.

Kokoro closed her eyes and then opened them. He was still there, laughing at something Hiro was saying.

The ladies were turning and looking. Whispering. Openly admiring. She didn't blame them. The two were easily the most gorgeous men in the vicinity, but all Kokoro could see was one man. Mitsuru.

She had tried to convince herself that she'd forgotten all about him. Had even begun to think it was true, but then she'd have that dream and now...she saw him again. Her hands tightened on the tray so much that it shook.

"Kokoro? Are you okay?" The tray was taken from her hands and Kokoro tore her gaze away from Mitsuru. Another girl working with her was putting the tray down on a nearby table. She didn't even notice her approach.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, are you okay?"

Kokoro tried to speak, but nothing would come out. She never expected to see him again, yet somehow fate wasn't done playing cruel games with her. Dangling something she could never have.

"I...I just need...I just need to..." She was babbling, not making any sense. Kokoro turned, eyeing her escape route through the crowd and into the kitchen when an incredulous voice called her name.

"Kokoro?"

-o-

Mitsuru had been happy to see his friends again. It had been Hiro who introduced him to the stock market and acted as his mentor in business. Without him, Mitsuru wouldn't have gotten this far as quickly.

But even the pleasure of seeing his friend couldn't take his mind off his restlessness. His thoughts had been constantly filled by a woman with seductive curves and sandy blonde hair with the face of an angel that inspired distinctly un-angelic thoughts and desires.

He still couldn't believe she'd actually stood him up. After looking at him with those huge blue eyes and saying 'Okay'. He shouldn't have taken the damn call. Kokoro had slipped through his fingers like water, impossible to hold onto.

No woman had ever walked away from him. Ever.

While that added to the intrigue, the insatiable desire she'd aroused inside him was unprecedented. And he needed to know more about her. And why the hell hasn't his team found her yet? Why hasn't she called?

From the periphery of his vision he saw the black and white uniform of the staff serving, the flash of blonde hair had him turning in that direction. It was her hair his eyes first latched onto, sandy blonde tucked up into a bun. And his insides clenched—hard.

It couldn't be her. But then she turned her head ever so slightly in his direction and he saw a familiar profile. That straight little nose, the full, pink lips.

It was her. Recognition washed over him in a dizzying sweep of heat and relief. He will never let her slip through his fingers again.

-o-

Kokoro barely noticed that he had taken her hand and was leading her away. This can't be real, she's only dreaming. But then Mitsuru was opening a door and urging her through into an oak-paneled room with shelves of books.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Kokoro nodded her head and pulled her arm free, walking into the room.

Mitsuru leaned against the door and shoved his hands into his pockets. Casual. As if he owned the place.

"You're a hard woman to find, you know that?" His green eyes pinned her on the spot.

"You looked for me?" Kokoro didn't want to believe it, but her treacherous heart thumped rapidly in response.

He nodded, "I couldn't get you out of my head."

Kokoro blushed at his words and looked away. She hasn't been able to keep him out of her thoughts either.

"You said you'd meet me." He sounded accusing now.

"I couldn't."

"Why?"

She released a small breath and gestured to her uniform and practical flat black shoes. "Because this is who I am. I'm not in your league Mr. Mori."

He prowled closer, and Kokoro backed away until she felt a wall of books collide with her back. He crowded her but strangely didn't feel threatened. Instead, she felt a treacherous rush of excitement pulse from her core.

"I don't know what you mean." He murmured, not even bothering to conceal the desire in his eyes. "All I'm seeing is a beautiful woman I want to get to know more...unless you're holding out for someone else?"

Kokoro looked at him helplessly, a sense of self-preservation kept urging her to stop this, to walk away before things got too deep. But instead of lying to end this, she shook her head.

He seemed to visibly relax, oblivious to her inner turmoil, he took her hand in his, and slid his other arm around her back, his hand spreading out just below her waist. And then he pulled her close, the movement made her stumble forward slightly, right into his hard, muscular body.

Her mind went blank. Everything seemed to stop except for the solid strength of his body against hers. All she was aware of was how it felt to be held so close, every inch of his tall body, hard and muscled, pressed against her much softer one.

Her breasts brushed against him, sending shivers of unfamiliar desire and heat through her body. Kokoro couldn't feel her feet, it was as if she was floating even though he had her cornered against the bookshelves.

This was way better than any dreams. He smelled so good, masculine yet not the least bit overbearing. Kokoro wondered if he'd taste the same...

The direction of her thoughts startled her. Her nipples had tightened, pressing against her dress, the material not thick enough to hide the hard points. Never had she been so aware of herself as a woman before. Kokoro blushed and ducked her head. Only to feel his finger slide beneath her chin, tipping her face up again. The slight caress made her breath rush out, there's no way he wouldn't feel it.

He looked at her as if he shared the same sense of incredulity she's experiencing.

"Are you real? Or am I just dreaming?" His voice has changed, deeper now, husky.

"Of course I am." She murmured automatically, becoming aware of her surroundings again. She's supposed to be working. "Mr. Mori, I really should be—"

"Mitsuru." He pulled her closer and practically growled. "Mr. Mori makes me sound so old..."

A small nervous laugh escaped her lips. "Of course not. There's no way you'd..." Her words died as she looked up at his face. So impossibly handsome. Aristocratic. And her heart was reacting strangely to him.

Mitsuru barely noticed that she had stopped resisting him, could only stand there transfixed. A cynical voice mocked him for being so taken by a woman, yet even the voice of sanity couldn't stop the realization that he'd never felt this alive before.

And certainly, no woman had ever kindled this level of arousal. He stepped back in a futile attempt to control his lust, but the distance only made him even more aware of her.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Cynicism be damned. He didn't want its protection right now, he wanted to know her more.

He reached for her and pulled her closer, sliding his hand in her hair, gently undoing the blonde locks until it tumbled down her back. The action felt intimate, as if she'd allowed him something more personal...

"I like it this way more...a little wild and untamed."

Her pulse raced faster at his words, making her speechless.

"Why do you fight this? Do you know how rare it is to feel attraction this powerful with another person?"

"Mitsuru..."

"I've never met anyone like you, Kokoro. You're different..." The soft caress of his hand as he held the back of her neck made her breathless.

She had the urge to laugh nervously. "That's my line."

Kokoro thought of herself as someone street-smart. She might lack experience, but she had seen enough in her line of work to have illusions about men and love.

And yet Mitsuru was...different. He made her yearn for something she'd seen between her parents.

Love. Loyalty. Happiness.

He's making her believe that perhaps fairytales are possible...

His head leaned lower at that moment, and everything inside her went still as she waited for him to kiss her. A quiet voice in her head warned that nothing would ever be the same after this but as his mouth settled over hers, everything vanished into blinding white heat.

She went up in flames.

Nothing could ever prepare her for how he'd make her feel, how every part of her came alive at the touch of his lips. He cupped her face, gently coaxing her to open to him, to accept him, then his tongue sliding between her teeth, exploring the very depths of her.

The deeper the kiss got, the hungrier she became. It was as if she'd been starved her whole life and she never even knew. She was responding instinctively, from a primal place of need...Kokoro vaguely realized she was clinging to his waist when her fingers collided against hard, unyielding muscle. Everything about him was simply too deliciously masculine.

The kiss became more urgent, almost rough, sending a thrill of excitement through her. She was gasping when Mitsuru released her mouth to kiss a trail along her jawline.

Kokoro arched her neck, giving him more access and his mouth blazed a trail of hot kisses across her skin. Dimly, she thought she should be slowing this down, but the temptation to go deeper was hard to resist. She'd never felt so desirable, so feminine.

Mitsuru lifted his head from her neck and she looked up, feeling dazed. His eyes burned a bright green, cheeks flushed, and a lock of hair escaped the perfect slicked back style and covered his brow, making him appear younger, more gentle. It elicited tenderness from her, despite the tumultuous rush of heat through her system.

He leaned his head lower, just an inch away from kissing her again when someone tried to turn the doorknob of the door. Mitsuru pulled back as if realizing where they were—at his friend's house.

He looked at her for a long moment. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you, Kokoro."

There was something in the rawness of his tone that got to her, that stark honesty. But before she could respond he had taken her hand and started to lead her over to another door in the room.

She realized he was taking her away from the luncheon. "Wait, I'm working here. I have to go back."

"Not anymore. You're coming with me."

Kokoro yanked her hand free, she didn't know what to feel anymore, almost laughing hysterically as panic clashed with excitement at his autocratic tone. "I need this job."

His jaw hardened. "I'm not letting you out of my sight again. If the job is so damn important I can get you another anywhere in this city by tomorrow morning."

"You don't understand..." Kokoro shook her head. "The people I work with...they'd resent me...think I'm pulling strings..."

He looked at her for a moment as if weighing their options. She saw the resignation mark his expression before he relented."I'll wait until you finish your shift. Don't try running away again, it won't work this time, Kokoro."

She looked up at him, speechless. Why was he so intent on destroying every wall of defense she had? She had so little to begin with.

As if reading her mind, Mitsuru raised her hand to his lips. "Stop overthinking. This is simple. I want to get to know you better."

-o-

He brought her to the Sakura Central park for a walk. Like young teens newly in love, he kept their hands linked as they strolled in one of the paved walkways that mapped the large park, then sat down for ice cream in one of the benches.

Their conversation was light, easy. Kokoro found herself falling deeper in his spell. Never in a thousand years would she have imagined spending a couple of hours in Mitsuru's company like this. As if he was just some guy next door and not one of the city's most talked-about bachelors. Just a few days ago, she'd walked past a business magazine stand with his picture on the front cover of the latest editions.

Lights began to flicker to life, softly illuminating the park, before she realized it, dusk was starting to blanket the city.

"That's where I live." He pointed at a tall building overlooking the park.

Kokoro followed his finger and saw one of the most well-known landmarks in Strelitzia. "It's beautiful." She said simply.

"Would you like a tour? Then I can make you dinner afterward." He reached for her hand again, and Kokoro found herself unable to resist following his lead.

Did he really say he's making her dinner? She must be hearing things.

Mitsuru led her through the park, then walked across the street to the front of the tall building with ornate giant glass doors that led them into a massive and hushed lobby. The sounds of their footsteps on the polished marble floor alerted the man in uniform who jumped in attention from behind a security desk as soon as he saw Mitsuru. "A pleasant evening, Mr. Mori."

Mitsuru lifted a hand. "Relax, Kaito, I'm good."

They stepped into the elevator and flutters of nervousness danced in her stomach. Wondering if she'd completely lost it, Kokoro pulled her hand free and tried not to be so conscious of Mitsuru in the confined space, but it was impossible when he dominated it.

"Where are we going?" She asked again. It dawned on Kokoro that he probably owned the whole building.

He looked down at her, his green eyes bright with something she couldn't name. "Trust me."

"I barely know you." Kokoro said softly, wondering if she's reminding herself or him. He was a complete stranger to her, yet here she was, following him somewhere they'd probably be alone.

Mitsuru gave her a wide grin that made him look younger, almost boyish. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator, hands in his pockets, striking a casual, almost arrogant pose. "I would have been more careful to sneak you in without a witness if I was intent on some wicked deeds."

Heat suffused her inner core at the look in his eyes, there was no mistaking that glint that he does indeed have wicked things in mind.

The bell pinged then, and Mitsuru straightened up and tapped her nose playfully, "I promise to deliver you safe and sound back to Kaito if you don't want to stay..."

She felt safe with him, no warning bells went off in her head alerting her of danger. Was she being foolish to trust her instincts? He took her hand again when the doors slid open and she could only gasp.

The garden below was beautiful, but this...

She felt like Alice, tumbling into Wonderland.

It was another garden, with some parts like a wild meadow with sloping landscapes, and others like a very orderly English garden.

Kokoro didn't even realize she'd walked so far until she saw that she was standing right at the glass door entrance to a greenhouse, shaped like a giant birdcage.

The multi-color lights of Sakura Central Park glowed in the distance, and lights twinkled from the buildings around them.

"This is like walking into a new world." Kokoro breathed in awe, stepping inside the greenhouse. Lamps suspended like jeweled pendants hung on the small tree at the center, softly illuminating the plants and the scent of gardenia and night jasmine filled the air. "It's the most magical thing I've ever seen."

"It took a while to perfect."

Kokoro turned to Mitsuru as understanding dawned. "You built this?" Her heart thumped faster as she realized there's more to this man than just money and a pretty face.

His mother had always loved growing things and he'd built this garden in memory of her. But Mitsuru didn't mention that, instead he reached for Kokoro's hand once more and led her over to an elevated terrace that overlooked the cityscape.

"My apartment is right below us, but I thought you'd like to see this first."

When they reached the railing, he guided her in front of him and placed his arms around hers, his hands resting on either side of her hips on the rail, sensually caging her.

Mitsuru gritted his jaw, questioning the sanity of his actions. He was well aware how much she affected him, and now, the feel of the firm curves of her butt brushing against him sent a rush of pure lust to his groin.

Kokoro tensed up. Again, not a reaction he was used to with women, they usually were all too eager to encourage or take advantage of his exclusive interest.

Trying to cool down the rising heat in his blood, he leaned forward and pointed at the giant Sakura tree in the central park. It was still early Spring, so the tree appeared lifeless, nothing but branches. "The Sakura tree is said to be at least a thousand years old. It doesn't look much right now, but give it about fourteen days, then it comes alive in a giant canopy of blooms."

Her head followed the direction of his hand, away from him, and he struggled not to press his mouth against the exposed side of her neck. The urge to bite that creamy, pale skin almost overwhelmed him. This is how vampires are born. He thought with sudden dark humor. Her scent was subtle, something floral. Sweet. Intoxicating.

Curbing his desire, Mitsuru pointed again, this time on the opposite side. "That's the Strelitzia Museum, Delphinium Square is just beyond."

Her cheek now pressed against his, following the direction of his finger. She was trembling very lightly, almost imperceptible if not for the closeness of their bodies.

"Is this how you impress women?" Kokoro asked in a husky voice, then laughed nervously. "I have to admit, it's working."

Mitsuru straightened up, surprised at the indignation he felt. He was no godly saint, but he resented the insinuation that this was a well-practiced routine.

He turned Kokoro to face him. Her eyes were huge, luminous against the night light, almost making him forget what he wanted to say. "I don't bring any women up here. You're the first."

Kokoro looked up at one of Strelitzia's most desirable men, standing against the landscape of a glittering city he held in the palm of his hand. It was the kind of view she had only seen in magazines, the kind where tourists from distant places traveled to see. And it was right here in his backyard.

She wanted to believe he was just being charming, because that would help her to hold on to the feelings that were quickly spiraling out of control.

But why would he lie? It's not like he needed a magical garden to impress a woman.

The thought that she really might be the first woman he'd brought here was overwhelming, and she felt herself weakening even more.

"I think I'm falling for you Kokoro." He admitted, reaching up to caress her bottom lip.

"You...you barely know me." She tried to resist the thrill of pleasure at his words, to fight the overpowering instinct to respond to his words. She's falling for him too.

"I'm working on that." Mitsuru smiled, then lightly brushed a kiss over her lips. "So allow me to impress you with my culinary skills."

-o-

"How is dad doing?"

"The doctor has allowed him to do some light exercises, so he take short walks around the apartment." Her mother replied, a slight pause and then, "When are you coming home?"

Kokoro bit her lip and fought to control the emotions from bleeding into her voice. It was a question her mother never failed to ask daily, even though the answer is always the same. "I don't know yet, mama." Her eyes fell on the calendar on the wall. "My paycheck is coming this Friday, I'll send money by Saturday."

"Listen, if it's about money...my friend told me there's an opening at her workplace, I was thinking I could apply—"

"Mama please stay at Papa's side. Do you need more money? I have a little put by..." The thought of her aging mother working again as a janitress in a school made her panic. They had her when they're almost too old to have a child. After a bad fall that fractured her hips, her mother's mobility had been limited.

"No sweetie!" Her mother's voice hastily assured. "It's just that...your papa and I were thinking that maybe if I could work again, you'll be able to come home."

"I wish I could, mama, but...it's not that simple."

"We don't want to continue being a burden to you. We—"

"Please don't say that! You're never a burden!" Kokoro felt tears prick her eyes now. Homesick, missing her parents, overworked, underpaid...sometimes she was overwhelmed, felt like suffocating. "I'll be back as soon as I can mama, I promise!"

She had to end the call soon as her break was almost up, then went to the sink to wash her face. She was glad to hear her father was doing well, but she missed both parents so much.

At least she no longer had to worry about the ticking time bomb that was the blood clot inside her father's head. The operation had been successful, and she had spent a few days at her father's bedside while he recuperated.

It was all made possible because Mitsuru arranged that loan for her. He acted as her guarantor, so the bank eased up and approved the loan.

Kokoro ran her finger across the phone screen. The sleek, black model with neon green highlights was Mitsuru's latest gift to her. It didn't feel right at first to accept something so expensive, but now, being able to call her parents daily made her appreciate the gift even more.

She checked her emails for potential employers. After that few days' break visiting her dad, she now has to catch up on work. She immediately perked up when she saw the confirmation for another part-time job. This one sounded easy, deliver a package to an event, and act as the employer's representative for a few hours.

Mitsuru wasn't happy when he found out she worked as a bikini barista, but she needed that job to repay back the loan. Their first real argument, if she can call it that, was when he told her he would pay the bank. Much as she was touched by his generosity, this was something her pride won't allow her to accept.

Gifts for her, yes she'd gladly accept, but it makes her uncomfortable to think he'd spend to support her parents too.

Was she being foolish? Too proud?

He'd quickly realized that money was a touchy subject for her and didn't press. Instead, he offered to give her shooting lessons so he could gift her a gun for self-protection.

Kokoro shook her head. What's with men and their guns?

Her heart skipped a beat when a familiar black car came to a stop in front of the cafe.

Mitsuru.

She stood there transfixed on the spot when he pushed the glass doors and entered the cafe. A smile tipped his lips to the side as their eyes met.

"You promised to have dinner with me." He said as he walked closer. He'd taken off his tie, top button open, so heartbreakingly handsome in his charcoal gray suit, her heart seemed to stop.

Kokoro couldn't speak, suddenly caught by a sudden rush of emotions as her boyfriend approached. It's just not fair. How could he affect her like this with nothing more than a smile?

Mitsuru reached out and gently touched her cheek. "I take it that you can talk?"

Reminded of their first meeting, a small laugh burst from her lips. "Yes." Kokoro said, too husky for her liking, "Yes I can talk."

He looked as if he wanted to kiss her, but reminded of the keen eyes of the people around them, he merely asked. "Ready?"

-o-

Kokoro still felt disconnected from reality when he guided her to the front seat of his car, feeling as though any minute now she'd wake up and find out all this was just a dream.

"Any place you wanted to go? I really haven't picked a spot yet." Mitsuru said as he sat behind the wheel and secured his seat belt on.

"How about your place?" Kokoro said softly, "I could make dinner. Although nothing fancy like the one you made."

Mitsuru went still for a second before he released a gust of breath. "Sweetheart, if we're anywhere near a bed, dinner would be the last thing on my mind."

She looked up into his green eyes and wondered what it would be like to spend the night with the most exciting man she'd ever met.

Would it really be so bad to take something for herself? When she'd never asked for something selfishly in her life? This...was something they both wanted.

Kokoro slowly reached out and touched his hand on the wheel. "Yes."

The sudden stillness in his body told her he understood what she meant.

"Are you sure?" He asked, lifting her hand to interlink their fingers.

"Yes."

-o-

He tried to remind himself that he's a civilized man, not a beast for what seemed like the thousandth time. It was the only way he could stop himself from simply grabbing her and take her against the elevator wall.

Holy hell. Mitsuru had never felt this way before, not even in his early teens.

He knew he had to feed her first, knowing that she'd just got off from her shift. But it was so difficult when all he wanted was to tumble her into his bed and devour her.

There was something surreal in having a woman in his kitchen. He'd always been a private man, preferring to have his place cleaned and tidied up when he's not around. But the kitchen was his little domain. Like the garden, these were places he had never shared with anyone. Until now.

Kokoro simply gathered cupboard staples and the chicken from his fridge and soon they were tucking into two rice bowls of Oyakodon.

The taste brought memories of his old home, the one he'd shared with his parents before they...Mitsuru abruptly shifted his thoughts. She surprised him yet again. Women, at least the ones he'd gone out with in the past, wanted to be seen with him in public. As if he's some kind of trophy to be bragged about.

Kokoro seemed to be content just being in his company, more comfortable when they're away from the public eye. She talked about her work, some funny things that happened that day, so unaware of the effect she has on him.

And now as he admired the slim form of her back as she puts away the dishes, Mitsuru found himself at the end of the rope.

Sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her close until her back rested on his chest, he brushed his lips against her hair before pressing against her ear. "How much longer are you going to make me wait?"

"Sh-shower first." Kokoro stammered. "I'm all sweaty..." She added when he growled in protest.

"I don't mind." He licked the side of her neck, "You smell good enough to eat."

"Mitsuru..."

"Shower it is then." He conceded, gently biting her ear. "But you're sharing it with me."

-o-

Standing beneath the showerhead, she shyly watched him as he soaped her body, his expression harsh, savagely cast in hunger. For her. He wanted her until his eyes were almost black. And no one had ever wanted her like this.

He was so perfectly, wonderfully male. Tanned, bronze flesh, powerful muscles and completely, fully aroused. Kokoro quickly looked away, but the image was burned in her mind—thick and imposing

She washed him in turn, the heat of his body made the water of the shower feel cooler in contrast.

"I want to be gentle..." He said in a low, husky voice. "But I'm not sure I can...I want you too much."

"I didn't ask you to be gentle." Kokoro whispered, stroking the suds away from his chest, "I want all of you."

He caught her hand pressed against his muscles, his eyes pinned her on the spot. "All of me..." He asked as if to make certain. "No matter what?"

"All of you." She assured him, and couldn't help but glance at the heavy flesh straining between his thighs. Oh, boy. she may have bitten more than she can chew. "Mitsuru..." Kokoro whispered, suddenly uncertain, reminded of her inexperience, she had no idea how to begin taking what she wanted. Especially from a man as experienced as he was.

His lips covered hers before she could retreat, but as his fingers tangled in her hair, her uncertainty melted away. Her hands slipped to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles beneath her fingers, loving it.

"You...you're making me lose my mind." She gasped as he moved lower to kiss her jaw. To hunger so much for the touch of a man should have shamed her, but she has no defenses where he was concerned, completely helpless against the pleasure he gave her.

"It's only fair." Mitsuru said, his breath a hot caress against her lips. "I never had a single moment of peace since I met you." He slanted his lips over hers, deepening the caress, the pleasure she couldn't resist.

If she thought he was ravenous before, he showed her how wrong she was. As though his control had finally snapped. His kiss ravaged her lips and she loved it. He was wild, so tall, his body made her feel so feminine, wanted...adored.

She'd never been kissed like this. With so much male lust and determined carnal intent. He didn't make allowances for her inexperience, simply showed her how much he wanted her.

He thrust his tongue between her lips, demanding a deeper kiss, leading her through a path of wicked delights, and she was more than willing to follow the dark sensuality he was pulling her in.

Kokoro felt the shower tile behind her as he lifted her, his hand pressed into the small of her back holding her closer to him, the engorged length of his erection pressing into her lower stomach, hard and hot. Demanding.

Mitsuru felt all sense of control slipping. But the need to ensure he pleased her first kept him anchored.

Before she vaporized his remaining strength, he reached out and flipped off the shower dial, then stepped out with her in his arms.

He set her down on the soft fluffy rug and grabbed the large, white towels hanging outside the glass cubicle and used them quickly. In all his life he had never knelt before anyone, man or woman but in that moment it didn't matter. As he rubbed the thick cotton over her thighs, Mitsuru went still, his gaze centered on the plump perfection of her inner lips.

"So pretty." He breathed, brushing his mouth against the soft blonde curls.

"Mitsuru." She gasped, her fingers clenching in his hair and he looked up at her.

Her blue eyes were dazed, filled with such hunger and need. There was nothing calculating, or knowing, just a woman's desire. Slightly confused, helpless with wanting...him.

If he kissed her now, they would end up in the bathroom floor, Kokoro pinned beneath him.

"Bed." Mitsuru said as he straightened up, as if he needed to remind himself.

He pulled her close, lifting one of her knees to the side of his hip, Kokoro followed with the other one. Supporting her weight with an arm beneath her ass as he carried her out of the bathroom. He hissed as the blunt head of his cock was caught between their bodies, sliding between her soft folds, caressing her clit with his throbbing heat.

Her cheeks burned bright red, but she didn't say a word.

Forcing himself to move, Mitsuru carried her to the bed.

"Lie back, sweet baby." He whispered, as he followed her, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. "Beautiful. God, so beautiful..." He breathed as she lay back against the soft pillows. She's exactly where he wanted her—his bed.

Her fingers curled into fists, the need to touch him battled with her inexperience, her uncertainty. He's the beautiful one. Bronzed flesh, hard, muscled body...she was about to voice her objection when he bent to her, his lips returned to hers for several, deep hungry kisses.

Kokoro moaned, arching towards him, the sensitive points of her nipples raking against his hard chest, making her shiver with pleasure.

She had to touch him. Feel the heat of his flesh, the flex of his muscles. As her hands clenched on his arms, he released her lips, kissing down her neck, drawing her deeper under his spell.

"Stroke me, Kokoro." He whispered against her throat, he wanted to teach her how to take what she wanted, to touch him, explore him as he wanted to explore her.

But he wasn't sure he could survive her touch.

She reached out with a tentative hand and he slowly guided her until she wrapped her fingers around him. Mitsuru sucked in a breath as he saw the small hand around his hard flesh, she could barely encircle her fingers around him.

Her thumb swiped over the head, touching the droplet at the center, spreading it. "Kokoro."

"Did I hurt you?" She tried to pull her hand away but he wouldn't let her.

"No." How could she not know what she was doing to him? He was one second away from simply pushing her down on the bed and take her like a fucking beast. "But, I won't last if you keep touching me like that..."

She blushed at his words, but before she could respond, his head lowered and his lips settled over hers once more.

She hadn't realized how desperate she'd become for his touch. The heat and sheer pleasure of the caress made her insides clench. Those wickedly sensual slips caressed down her neck, stroking, tasting, his teeth gently nibbling, her senses held hostage by the most incredible pleasure. And she was weak...so, so weak.

Kokoro gasped as one broad, hot palm cupped her breast, his thumb gently stroking her nipple. Oh, god...

Her breathing quickened, a natural, unsophisticated response and all the more sexy for it. Mitsuru prided himself on being a good lover, but right now, he felt as if everything he knew was unraveling. Never had a woman affected him like this, never had he wanted to please a woman as he does right now, he was trembling with it. Finding it hard to contain himself.

Kokoro wasn't the first woman he'd seen naked or touched, but none could match the pleasure she brought. He didn't want to dwell too much on why she aroused him to this unprecedented level, Mitsuru just knew that he must have her. Soon.

Trying to curb his lust, he kissed lower down her neck. Lights seem to explode behind his eyes as her nipple brushed against his chin.

Just breathe.

"So beautiful." He murmured, cupping her, holding her nipple in position for his mouth to devour her.

"Mitsuru..." She was barely aware of calling his name, but she was intensely aware of his lips closing on the sensitive tip, drawing the hard bud into his mouth and sucking her with hungry demand.

A moan escaped her lips as he moved, turning into a breathless cry when he turned his attention to the other nipple.

"Let me have you, baby." Mitsuru whispered, his voice rough with lust, as he parted her thighs apart and eased his body between them. He dropped kisses on her lips, her chin, smiling at the slightly dazed expression in her eyes before slowly moving lower down her body and felt her stiffen when he nuzzled against the patch of curls between her legs.

"Mitsuru...wait..." Kokoro gasped as she felt his tongue lick over her clit. "Oh god." She'd read of this, heard from friends and co-workers, but never imagined he would want to do it with her.

Shock and need filled her expression. Her eyes were huge, the pupils dilated as she stared at him.

Looking back at her, he slid his tongue through the lush, silky folds of her pussy, groaning at the first taste of her. Salty sweet, a hint of spice, an intoxicating blend that made him even more desperate, hungrier for her than ever.

Spreading her open, he gave in to the ravenous need. His tongue licked the seam at her center then thrust his tongue into that tiny closed slit.

"Oh my god!" He heard the soft cry she made, felt the tension in her body as he explored her inner textures, curling the tip of his tongue to capture her secret flavor before easing out and licking along the delicate entrance again.

Her clit was swollen, a deep pink, begging for his attention, her hips unconsciously writhing against each hard thrust of his tongue, the suckling pressure of his mouth.

She was unraveling his control. But he wanted her release, her orgasm. Wanted to feel her coming apart against his tongue. Gently he tucked two fingers into her soft flesh, his lips covering her clit.

"That's it, baby." He breathed as he licked the sensitive bud. "Come for me, let me feel how much tighter this sweet pussy can get."

He curled his fingertips to reach a highly sensitive spot as his tongue stroked her clit, and within seconds had her gasping his name as her body began to vibrate with a surge of pure rapture.

He held her to his mouth as her hips jerked from her orgasm. And Mitsuru realized as he tasted each shudder, each delicate pulse of pleasure that it was like a drug. Making Kokoro come was addictive. He was drunk on her taste, on her scent, as he kissed, licked, groaned between her thighs.

Kokoro was so lost in the pleasure ripping through her she could only watch with dazed eyes as he rose between her legs.

Mitsuru looked down at her, a fractured thought dawned on him that he would never lose his hunger for this woman, her artless, honest response to him, but it was drowned out by his need to have her, now, before he went completely mad.

Still held in thrall by aftershocks of her orgasm, Kokoro was barely aware of the pressure nudging at her entrance.

"Baby..." His lips came over hers again, giving her a taste of her own pleasure as his tongue slid between her lips.

The pressure became heavier, thicker, spreading her open. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that it was his cock seeking entry to her body.

He was taking her so slowly, so hot, pressing inside, stretching her...the strange, sensual blending of ecstasy and fire that was neither pleasure nor pain but a combination of both. His hard cock parted soft tissues still hypersensitive, still clenching in pleasure and slowly, oh god, so slowly began stretching her inner flesh, penetrating deeper.

"So tight." Mitsuru groaned as the slick warmth of her body enveloped him, gripping him tighter. "That's it, baby...let me in."

Pleasure and pain.

The sensations building inside her were so intense, unfamiliar, so overwhelming, Kokoro could barely process what she was experiencing.

In the next second, he pulled back and her breath faltered at the look in his eyes as he returned with a thrust that tore through the thin resistance of her hymen. She heard Mitsuru curse as he went completely still, the sound torn, filled with conflict. His body was tense above her, so hard and thick inside her.

"Kokoro." Her soft flesh yielded beneath the heavy pressure of his cock, helpless to do anything else but surrender. Clamping tight around him, whether trying to impede his invasion, or...or stretching to accomodate a man for the very first time drove him insane. Tight. Dear god, so tight.

"Don't stop...please." She pleaded in a small whisper. As if he could, as if he had any control left.

Kokoro bit back another soft cry, tears stung the corner of her eyes as her inner flesh gave way to the intrusion. Oh god, he was so thick, so hard, stretching her, working inside the snug entrance with firm, determined thrusts.

She felt his hand slide to her knee, lifting it until it rested over his hip as he thrust through soft, tender flesh still resisting his possession, wet and slippery but not enough to stretch without pain.

It shouldn't be like this, riding that fine edge between pleasure and pain that drove her crazy, desperate for more. But she was.

"Baby you feel so good." Mitsuru breathed against her ear as he pressed kisses against her neck.

Mitsuru pushed again and she saw white. He pulled out just enough to rock forward again. Gently coaxing her body to open, stretching her out and rocking slowly but firmly against her. Pain and pleasure merging, white-hot in its intensity, tearing through her as the deeper he managed to get, the longer his strokes until he was working half of that cock in and out of her.

A bit more...just an inch or two more, and her pussy would curve to the shape of his cock. He couldn't stop, couldn't slow down even as Mitsuru tried to pull back. Each thrust fraying his sanity as he barely held on to control, wanting to ensure her pleasure first. A primal cry erupted from his throat as he reached her deepest core.

She could feel him throbbing inside her, followed by incredible pleasure heating her from the inside out and she craved for more. Her inner core clenching and rippling around the hard invading flesh as his rough, desperate sounds growled at her ear.

She was so slick now, easing his way in her tight sheath. Little cries escaped her lips as she stared back at him, her expression filled with hunger, pleasure, and a bit of bewilderment at her own lack of control.

"I need you..." Kokoro whispered, the desperation in her husky voice hit him like a match to dry kindling.

His hips thrust forward, felt her cervix graze against the blunt tip of his cock as he slid deeper, sending shock points of pure sensation slamming into his balls.

He gasped her name as her hips shifted, her sheath rippling along his cock. He was no inexperienced boy with his first woman, but sex had never been like this. She was so warm, so tight, the soft sucking sounds as he pistoned into her was driving him crazy.

"I dreamed of you..." Kokoro panted, the needy sound of her voice made him close his eyes, to hold on to control. "I dreamed of this...of you, Mitsuru."

The vulnerable, desperate tone of her voice had his balls tightening with the need to come. God, what was she doing to him?

Then he was moving. Moving and intensifying those sensations, building them, like a storm spiraling out of control. He groaned as jagged strikes of pure pleasure raced through every nerve. Working inside her, felt her nails dig into his shoulders with each hard thrust, each caress of her inner flesh. His breath staggered with pleasure as he felt her tighten around him, heard her cry out his name, as he savored her pleasure.

He'd never lost himself in a woman's arms before. too proud to cede that control, but he found himself powerless against her, no way to protect himself as her soft flesh contracted around him, the slick heat bathing the length of his cock and his senses exploded.

The whole world turned white-hot in pure ecstasy. It was a pleasure he had no power to resist, unable to shield himself, leaving him completely open.

Thrusting one last time, groaning her name, Mitsuru gave in to the pleasure, pumping his release into her with a force that stole his very soul.

-o-

When he finally floated back to earth, he realized he was crushing Kokoro into the bed, his body heavy on hers. What the hell has just happened? He had buried his face against the crook of her neck and shoulder, even now he could feel aftershocks of his orgasm rippling along his length every few seconds. And he wanted her. Again.

Mitsuru raised his head and looked down at her in disbelief. He was usually done after one bout of sex, his physical needs adequately met. But this...she was turning him insatiable.

Kokoro's head was turned to the side, her eyes were closed. Her hands still gripped his arms and Mitsuru felt his chest tighten. He forced himself to ease from the grip of her body, biting back a groan of pleasure as her soft flesh stroked over the hypersensitive head of his cock as he pulled free.

He grabbed the sheets to cover her then froze as if someone had just delivered a blow to his gut. There were flecks of blood on his bed.

Virgin. And he'd been too rough.

He pulled the covers over her body. His hand trembling slightly as he brushed back the damp wisps of hair from her face. "Kokoro...are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Kokoro didn't want to move, she wanted to stay like this forever, surrounded by his heat and hard muscles. She still couldn't believe that just a few moments ago he'd been inside her, a heavy, thick weight. Still hard.

She turned her head to face him at the touch of his hand then saw his eyes widen with shock as he pulled back.

"You're crying. I hurt you...but I...I thought..."

She didn't even realize she'd been crying until she felt the wetness on her cheeks. "No, no you didn't hurt me." She hastened to assure him.

Disbelief was blatant on his face and he shook his head.

Kokoro felt raw and exposed, laid bare, her voice nearly cracked. "I never knew it could be like that. It was...beautiful."

"You humble me." Mitsuru whispered, his voice uncharacteristically hoarse. "But are you sure you're alright?" He caressed her jaw, his green eyes probing hers.

She nodded and turned her face to kiss his palm. "It hurt...when you first..." Heat suffused her cheeks, and she looked away, unable to finish. "But the pain didn't last..."

Mitsuru settled down beside her on his back and pulled her to him so she lay half across his chest, breasts pressed against him. He clasped her hand and laid it over the hard thumping of his heart. Vaguely, Kokoro recalled how those long male fingers had explored her, how his tongue had tasted her—as the illicit memory washed over her, she blushed all over again.

He touched her burning cheek and half-smiled. "What are you thinking of?"

"Nothing." She ducked her head, covering her face against his neck, embarrassed at the realization that she wanted him again, hungry for him despite the soreness between her legs.

"Liar." Mitsuru murmured, and she could hear the smile in his voice, then the brush of his lips against her hair. "Rest now."

Kokoro knew this was it, her time was up and she should leave. She has work first thing in the morning. But her body was heavily satiated, so full with a delicious afterglow that she just...wanted a few minutes more. Just a few more moments clinging to the dream...and didn't realize when sleep took over.

-o-

Mitsuru lay awake as he watched her sleep. Normally, he would slip away as soon as the sex was over. He enjoyed the build-up, the age-old sensual dance between partners that culminated in mutual release, but preferred solitude in the aftermath. He could never sleep with someone else in his bed, consequently, he'd never brought any woman to his home. But he found himself reluctant to leave Kokoro.

This hold she had on him made Mitsuru uncomfortable. He'd never been so out of control, so exposed. Kokoro managed to slip through his defenses like water through a sieve. He'd sworn to himself years ago that he'll never be vulnerable again, let another person exploit his emotional weakness. And he had been doing so well until Kokoro...

His only consolation was that far from being a manipulative, self-serving narcissist, she was a true innocent who wore her heart on her sleeve.

Mitsuru wasn't sure what their future would be. Only that...whatever happens, he will make sure she's taken care of. He reached for her hand and kissed the slightly rough skin of her palm. She will never work those menial jobs again, he'll set up an account for her, a college fund if she still wants to go, give her a home she could call her own. A small business she could grow...Kokoro might refuse, she's a proud one, he smiled at the thought, but he would use all his considerable charm to make her see his way.

Whatever happens in the future, he will always take care of her, even if they're no longer lovers. He's not the marrying type, after a terrible breakup, it was difficult for him to open up to another person. To trust again. And judging from his past with women, Mitsuru knew that eventually, he'll move on. It may take a long while this time, Kokoro is...different. But he didn't believe in forever.

And she deserves better. Someone who—the thought of her with another man made him feral and it shocked him. He didn't understand the rage at the thought of another man giving her what she needed, when he wanted to be the only one to—stop it.

Mitsuru swallowed as his thoughts threatened to spiral out of control.

He's not that naive to think women didn't have emotional needs. When the time comes and sex was no longer enough for her, he'll have to let her go. He'll never hurt her. No, not his Kokoro. Because she had given him this priceless gift, shown him what it was like to be connected to another person. A connection that had always eluded him with all his previous relationships.

For the first time since his parents died, Mitsuru no longer felt alone.

-o-

That Friday evening Kokoro took a cab to deliver a package. As her employer provided the transportation, she didn't have to tell the driver where to go. Her boss, a certain Miss Minako Shido, instructed her that she was to deliver an envelope to a lady called Madame Sho and stand in as Minako's representative to participate in an auction and costume event. All arrangements like clothes and other accessories were already prepared and waiting for her at the address. She'll get further instructions from Madam Sho.

Had her mind been more clear, she would have found the job strange, even alarming. But she had been riding on cloud 9 since yesterday and she hasn't descended yet. She was filled with excitement and thoughts of her boyfriend. He's going to pick her up early tomorrow, and they would travel to his private cottage by the lake for the weekend getaway.

Lake Mistilteinn is well-known for its clear waters and picturesque wooded cliffs. She was distracted by visions of the two of them kayaking, hiking and swimming. Oh god! What would she wear? Maybe she could—the sudden stop of the cab startled her out of her daydreams. Kokoro blinked for a moment and was slow to realize they've reached the destination. Thanking the driver, she got out of the vehicle and looked curiously at the pricey looking restaurant. Inside she asked the manager for Madam Sho. A beefy man soon appeared and quietly guided her to the rear of the restaurant much to her surprise.

Feeling apprehensive for the first time, Kokoro followed the bouncer as they walked through a small alley until they reached what looked like a circular brick building illuminated with lamp posts that glowed yellow. In the center a fountain bubbled, light shimmered across the surface of the water.

She couldn't believe that a structure like this could hide so well in plain sight. Next to a formal entrance, a shining brass plaque was embossed with two words: The Libertine.

Inside, a woman greeted them, taking over from the bouncer who promptly turned and left. As Kokoro followed her down an arcade, the sound of lively classical music grew more distinct. Soon, they approached a set of double doors manned by staff in formal uniform who opened the way for them.

"This way." The woman said as she led Kokoro through the hallways where they passed a dazzling ballroom with a soaring ceiling lit by chandeliers. The room was filled with formally dressed attendees. There were drinks and laughter, but nothing different than you'd see in a regular club, except the rich patrons.

Tapestries graced the walls, and massive flower arrangements lent the air a floral perfume. The rich velvet draperies, swathes of silk, and candlelit grandeur made Kokoro glance around in awe.

Finally, she met Madam Sho who apparently was the wardrobe mistress. She ripped the envelope Kokoro brought her and read the message. Whatever it was, the only reaction she gave was a slight arching of her eyebrows as she glanced speculatively at Kokoro.

"Just to be clear, you're sent here by Miss Minako Shido?"

"Yes ma'am." Kokoro replied, wondering at the fleeting concern she glimpsed in Madam Sho's eyes.

"Let's get started then."

-o-

"This is what Miss Shido wanted me to wear?" When she saw the ultralight chiffon dress that was so sheer it was transparent, Kokoro understood why Madame Sho insisted on waxing all the hair between her legs. They will definitely show, even with the matching panties.

"That's right. How are you feeling?"

"Relieved that the waxing is over." Kokoro replied honestly, she was still feeling tender there.

"I really don't like doing it, but rules are rules. And the men? They go crazy for it."

Because of her job at the coffee stand, Kokoro had kept herself neatly trimmed. And reminded of last night with a blush, Mitsuru hasn't complained, nor voiced any preference for bare pubes. On the contrary, he made her feel like he couldn't get enough.

"I don't understand, why would Miss Shido want me to wear such a thing?" She had imagined a big fluffy ball gown or maybe something business type when her employer assured her that an outfit would be provided for her at the club.

She never imagined she'd be waxed and primped then made to wear a dress so delicately assembled, it felt like it would unravel at the slightest breath of air.

"You are in auction, right?" Madam Sho asked, looking all serious now.

"Um, yes. Miss Shido told me to participate." Kokoro nodded, although goodness knows what her employer was thinking. She had to work her ass to pay back a loan, so she had no money to spare even if she found a real bargain. Still, since she was here representing Miss Shido, she really ought to try to make a good impression, instead of antagonizing the wardrobe mistress with questions.

"Then you must wear that." Madam Sho said with finality.

"But...is anyone else dressed like this?" Kokoro asked desperately. She had worked as a bikini barista, she's used to rude, prying eyes. But in the coffee stand, she had a sliding glass window protecting her from customers. Here, it would be like swimming in shark-infested waters wearing a dress like this.

If this was a costume party, she didn't want to walk in the middle of the crowd which was no doubt filled with the upper crust of Strelitzia society, looking like a virgin sacrifice.

"Yes, all the girls in auction dress like this." Madam Sho replied, and Kokoro felt a sudden surge of relief. Perhaps there was some kind of theme to this auction/costume party that Miss Shido forgot to inform her. But as long as she wasn't the only one, then she should be alright.

"Listen." Madam Sho looked ill at ease all of a sudden. She opened her mouth and closed it a few times, as if she wanted to say something but unsure how to start.

"What is it, Madam Sho?"

The older woman nervously looked around as if checking if anyone is around. Then she pulled Kokoro close and bent to her ear.

"This auction...do you know what it means?" Madam Sho asked in a whisper.

"Um, it's about bidding on items on display right?." Kokoro whispered back, confused now. "Miss Shido said you'll be giving me instructions."

"Listen carefully, I won't repeat this. Those men out there aren't here to bid on things like furniture or paintings. They're here to bid on girls. That means they'll bid on you."

"That can't be true!" Kokoro gasped in disbelief, feeling her stomach roil with nausea. "Miss Shido never said anything like that!"

"That's what I thought." Madam Shido shook her head. "Girls who come here, mostly from poor families, they know what they're here for. But you...you were completely clueless."

"I have to get out of here." Kokoro rose up from her chair, frantically searching for the exit.

"No use. That bouncer who brought you here? He's walking along the hallways, him and his other guys. They're making sure that no girl escapes."

"But I'm here by mistake!" Kokoro clenched her fists to push the panic at bay.

"I could get into trouble for this, but I'll pretend not to see anything. Call your boyfriend. Anyone who could help you. And do it quick." Madam Sho began to tidy up the vanity mirror, but she looked at Kokoro's panicked face in the mirror.

"Men out there will bid on you, and they...expect to get their money's worth."

Her fingers were trembling as Kokoro pulled out her phone to call Mitsuru. She knew he'd be in the middle of a meeting, but even so, when his voice mail came up she couldn't help the sound of distress that escaped her. "Mitsuru, I need you!"

The sudden knock at the door forced her to end the call before she could say any more.

It was the same bouncer who brought her to the club. "It's almost time. I'm to bring you to the gold room."

Kokoro nodded stiffly, quietly pressing the distress button that Mitsuru had shown her how to activate in case of emergency.

The bouncer led her to what looked like the backstage. She and another girl were hidden from view by the long, burgundy velvet curtain, which was swept to either side of the stage, but she had a full view of the center.

"Sold to the gentleman for seventy-five thousand francs." A tall man, with a booming voice announced to the crowd. He was pointing at a beautiful red-haired woman who was dressed very much like Kokoro, except in a see-through white baby-doll nightgown. Her nipples were poking through the thin material, and her panties, made with the same material was transparent as well. The cleft of her bare cunt was clearly visible.

Behind the auctioneer and the redhead was a table lined with a row of instruments that Kokoro couldn't identify. To the left corner of the table was a single highback leather armchair, and to the other side was a strange contraption in the shape of a giant X. "What in the world?" Kokoro gasped as she saw the leather straps dangling from all four points.

"Come on up here and collect your prize sir." The auctioneer gestured, "This little lady is eager and ready to go and we can't wait to put her on a show."

Kokoro watched with a sinking heart as a heavyset man dressed in a light gray suit, and a black mask that hid the upper half of his face climbed up the stairs to the stage. He approached the red-haired girl and grabbed her by the arm.

The girl shot him a nervous glance but didn't attempt to pull away. Kokoro thought he would drag the girl off the stage to do who knows what, but instead he pulled her over to the table full of whips and paddles.

"Get ready. You're up next." The bouncer said in a flat voice, startling Kokoro from the scene happening on the stage.

"I'm what? No! I am not!" She protested, nearly choking in panic. "There's some mistake."

The bouncer gave her a dangerous frown and dug out a piece of folded paper from the pocket of his shirt. "Your name's Kokoro Niwashi?" He demanded.

"Um, yes, but I—"

"And you were sent here by Miss Shido?"

"Yes, but I'm here to deliver—"

"No buts." The bouncer suddenly gripped her upper arm before she could jerk away. "You came, you're staying. No backing out. Boss's orders."

"Well I need to speak to your boss because I'm only supposed to deliver a package, nothing about—" A low moan from the stage interrupted Kokoro's desperate words and she turned to see that the masked man and the redhead were engaged in an explicit activity.

The redhead's thin sheer panties were pushed down, hanging at one of her ankles and the man was behind her, his pants wide open to reveal a shockingly large cock. A cock that was currently ramming into the redhead's pussy as hard as he could. The slapping sound of their flesh smacking reached Kokoro's ears as he buried his dick to the hilt into the unresisting girl who had thrown back her head and was panting and moaning to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Her pussy was pink and looked swollen, stretched wide to accommodate the thick shaft currently railing her with abandon. The crowd was going wild, shouting encouragement and obscenities as they watched the redhead get fucked right on stage with rowdy glee.

"Oh my god!" Kokoro gasped, her eyes wide as saucers in shock. "I can't believe they're actually..." Her words trailed off, unable to finish the thought, even to herself.

"Hah, you better believe it honey." The bouncer said with a nasty smile. "And you best get ready, cause like I said, you're next."

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A/N: Originally wanted to rewrite an old story 'One Night Only', but it mutated into something else. lol

The previous PWP made me feel a bit guilty, so I thought an attempt for a plot with smut is in order. I just didn't expect it would balloon into something this big. haha.

I wanted to write romance, but I'm not good with sappy stuff. Ugh.