Story Sixteen: Auction(II)
Theme: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism. This is the more smut/less story part.
"Mitsuru, I need you!" Kokoro's words echoed in his head as he pushed his way through the crowd. He had been in a meeting when she sent him a voicemail. And then that red blinking light alerted him that it was a distress signal from her phone.
The emotion in her voice kicked his protective instincts into overdrive. Kokoro had a serene personality, someone who keeps others around her calm. She wasn't one of those girls who lose their shit over trivial matters. She sounded upset and...terrified. Mitsuru resisted the urge to pull his hair in distress. He had to keep his own emotions under control, or he wouldn't be able to think clearly, and that won't help either of them, most especially Kokoro.
Ending the meeting abruptly, he asked one of his associates to take over the online startup presentation and jumped into his car.
Kokoro had told him that she would be delivering a package in a downtown address. He hadn't thought much of it, knowing that his girlfriend had been doing part-time jobs, because she stubbornly refused to take his money.
He should have done more to make her see reason. The thought of her getting hurt, robbed or worse ate him alive. Goddamnit! He had money, more money than he knew what to do with, and she's too proud, too stubborn to let him take care of her! Well no more! After this night he's going to make her listen to him. No more working her ass off bullshit!.
Please be all right. Please. He swallowed down the panic as he raced towards the address she's supposed to make her delivery.
His hackles rose as he saw the building. Though the structure looked like a classy restaurant, it was just the public face of an underground club. He knew because one of his college friends staged his stag party here not too long ago. A club for the rich and the depraved.
"Sir, it's not safe in there." The head of his security looked utterly miserable.
"I'm well aware of that. But my girl is in there, and I can't risk spooking whoever is in charge, they might hurt her or worse..." He paled at the thought, but Mitsuru quickly refocused his thoughts. "Stay here, don't try anything suspicious. If I'm not back within an hour, do what you must."
He wore his thick-framed eyeglasses and a blond wig to mask his identity, then climbed up the short steps to the front door of the restaurant where he was immediately greeted by a burly man.
Despite the black suit and tie, the sheer bulk of his built gave away the man's position as the gatekeeper. Mitsuru asked to be taken to The Libertine, but when he couldn't produce any proof of invitation, the bouncer got nasty.
Things were heating up fast and might have come to blows but then the club manager came out and asked what was going on. With some quick talking and by showing his black card, he was allowed inside the restaurant. The manager led the way, leading Mitsuru to the back of the restaurant and into the alley that took them to the private club.
The interior was as lavishly and expensively furnished as he remembered, but the 'auction' and 'bidding' he'd overheard the manager and bouncer quietly discussed worried him even more. What the hell is going on? The stag party he had attended had strippers and girl on girl live show. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Is that the job Kokoro came here for?
After paying the twenty-thousand francs entrance fee, a staff came and gave him a white auction paddle, then offered a selection of masks, stating that he can't participate in the auction without wearing one. Mitsuru took off his eyeglasses and put on a silky black domino mask. After making sure his disguise was in place, he stepped out of the room where the staff was waiting. Then he was led into another double door which led to a large room with walls adorned in gold filigree. The crowd was quite huge, men in suits, ties missing or loosened, some sleeves rolled up. They sat on leather chairs strewn throughout the room, reclined in comfort. Glasses of drinks served on small tables within easy reach.
All wearing masks to preserve their anonymity. How can he find Kokoro through this?
He glanced at everyone in the room, quickly deducting that there were just two or three women in the crowd, none of which is Kokoro. Tamping down his fears, Mitsuru searched for another exit, when the man on the stage announced the next round of the auction.
He wasn't interested in whatever they got to offer and was about to turn away when the girl's blonde hair flashed at his peripheral vision. Mitsuru turned in her direction as Kokoro suddenly staggered out as if someone pushed her into the stage, wearing an outfit that made his breath hitch. Her luscious, firm breasts were pressed up and out by a bra that was too small, and the diaphanous dress she had on was so short, so transparent that her panties were completely useless as a barrier, displaying the cleft of her pussy.
He was filled with a mixture of instant lust and jealous rage that the other men in the room were seeing her like this.
"This right here is a perfect gem, don't you all agree? Tight, perky ass, long silky hair and just look at those tits!" The auctioneer announced. "For one full month, you'll get to own this lovely slave girl, sent to us compliments of Miss Minako Shido, and as we all know, she only sends the very best!"
Hoots and catcalls erupted from the crowd.
"Let's start the bidding at twenty-five thousand francs." The auctioneer said, and a sea of white auction paddles rose in the air, each with a black engraved number.
"Can I get thirty? Thirty-five? I have forty. Forty-five! What about fifty? Fifty-five! Do I have sixty? So do I get a sixty-five? Seventy! Do I have a seventy-five? Eighty!"
Mitsuru gritted his teeth when someone yelled "Take her clothes off!"
Kokoro looked really scared as she stood there as the auctioneer asked the crowd. "Do you want to see more?"
"Yes!" They shouted, stomping their feet, it almost felt like a riot. "Take it off!"
Mitsuru could only clench his fists as the dress easily fell apart with just a few flicks of the auctioneer's hand. When Kokoro tried to cling to her bra, the auctioneer simply wrenched it off her fingers.
Her nipples tightened in the exposed air, and the crowd roared their approval. Her dress landed in a thin heap around her ankles, leaving only her panties. She tried to cover herself, cupping between her legs which only made the audience laugh.
"Perfect rack. Look at those hips."
"I'm too busy looking at her mouth."
"I'd keep those lips busy, that's for fucking sure."
More laughter and hooting from the crowd.
Mitsuru didn't know how much more he could take as the others began to speculate about the rest of her. What color would her pussy lips be? How tight is her cunt?
"She's a real beauty, isn't she? So do I see a ninety?"
Money was not a problem for Mitsuru, but as the number went higher and higher, the thought chilled him. What do these people expect to do to her for that much money?
There are a few men in the crowd who haven't raised their auction paddles yet. A more naive man would think that they only paid the entrance fee to watch the spectacle, a few men less to worry about, but Mitsuru knew who they were:
The serious bidders.
They intend to win.
"Do I have Ninety-five? Hundred!"
One hundred and ten.
One hundred and twenty-five.
The auctioneer drove the bidding higher and higher. Two men continued to fight each other, pushing the number up.
Two hundred thousand.
"Do I have two hundred thousand and fifty?"
There was a quiet murmur from a few men. It was quickly apparent the serious players are now ready to participate.
A fat, gray-haired man studied her body with barely concealed greed behind his black mask. Some of them looked old enough to be her father but this one looked capable of breaking Kokoro in half with one hand. Mitsuru wanted to punch the lights out of him when his small, close-set eyes centered on her lower body, to the space between her legs.
"Let's see her."
The crowd erupted into roars of agreement, demanding the auctioneer to remove her panties.
Fucking hell. What's next? Do these men intend to inspect her like some meat in a market?
Mitsuru saw the horror in Kokoro's eyes, she had been afraid before but now...she clenched her fists between her legs, her eyes wild and panicked as she shook her head and hastily looked around as if seeking escape...
The crowd hushed up as if in anticipation when the auctioneer turned to Kokoro, his hands reaching out to grab her last remaining clothing.
"One million francs."
The room went deathly silent. Not a single dirty suggestion, not even a murmur of disbelief. Even the auctioneer stood frozen in mid-action.
Mitsuru felt all eyes on him, probably wondering who he was, but damn if he cared. He only had eyes for Kokoro who now looked at him with terror. No, she didn't recognize who he was, she would never expect he'd be among the crowd, no way she'll know that he's not letting anyone lay a finger on her.
"Well." The auctioneer sounded pleased. "Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have our winner. Unless someone would like to outbid?"
Mitsuru couldn't believe the shameless greed of the auctioneer, but he was more angry than worried about his account. All he wanted to do was to get to Kokoro and take her away from this place of debauchery.
He was prepared to double, triple his bid if it comes down to it, hell, he didn't care how much it'd take. No one is touching his girl.
"Sold for one million francs to the gentleman up front!" He nodded at Mitsuru. "Come claim your prize, friend. After a bid like that, we're expecting some serious action at this auction." He laughed at his own joke as he gestured for Mitsuru to climb onstage.
"Kokoro?" He shrugged his jacket off to cover her but she pulled back, a wild look in her eyes.
"Please don't do this." She looked dazed and frightened. He was uneasily aware that being this close to her aroused him more than he liked.
"Baby, it's me" He murmured, this time pulling her close and wrapped his jacket over her shoulders. "I got your message."
"Mitsuru?" She gave him another wild-eyed look and then relief washed over her face as she recognized his voice. "Oh thank god! You're here, you're really here!"
"Let's talk later, let's get you out of here." He wanted to soothe and comfort her but this wasn't the place. He turned for the steps with his arm around her when the auctioneer grabbed his arm.
"Not so fast, buddy. You're not going anywhere."
"I'll pay as agreed. But I need to take her home now, she's been through a lot."
"Very touching." The auctioneer said, who obviously couldn't care less. "But just paying the bid money isn't getting you off this stage. You have to perform first, and you better do it quick, the crowd is getting restless." He nodded at the audience in front of the stage who were beginning to shout and boo.
"There has been some mistake, she wasn't supposed to be here." Mitsuru tried to reason, even though he was quickly losing his temper. He wrapped his arm around her protectively.
"Look buddy, you should have read the auction agreement before joining. Everybody knows the Sneak Peek auction is all about the live show."
Mitsuru wondered if he could bribe the auctioneer with money, but before he could even negotiate, the other man called to someone behind the velvet curtain. "Sato, got a little problem here. The gentleman doesn't want to make good on his bid."
"I said, I'll pay." Mitsuru almost snarled as a huge, beefy security guard, bigger than the one at the front door emerged onstage. He was followed by two other guards who were uglier and bigger than he was.
"Oh, you'll pay alright." The auctioneer said with a nasty smile. "You're not the first bidder we've ever had who's reluctant to perform, and you won't be the last. Trust me. We know how to deal with your kind."
Mitsuru glanced at his watch and silently cursed. He'd told his security to wait an hour before making a move, it's only been twenty minutes since then.
Their situation has become exponentially worse—a perform or perish scenario he'd never imagined in his wildest daydream or kinkiest nightmares.
He eyed the three guards who stared back, one of them cracking his knuckles meaningfully, reminding him of high school jocks who enjoyed pushing people around just for kicks. He's no longer that thin and lanky schoolboy, he's taken up self-defense classes so he's quite muscular as well, but there's no way he could take all three of these guys at once.
What other options does he have?
He's going to get trashed here, but he was determined not to back down. Mitsuru took a step forward, his hands clenched into fists at his side, only to feel Kokoro tugging him back with her small hand.
"Don't do this. Don't fight because of me."
"I don't have a choice, Kokoro." He said through gritted teeth, keeping his eyes on the beefy trio. "I won't win, not against three at once, but I could buy you enough time to make a run for it."
"Even if I got off the stage, I won't get anywhere near the exit. The crowd is angry. They expect you to do something to me."
"You better listen to your girl there." The auctioneer said in a flat voice. "Things could get even worse if you don't."
"I'll pay more for this one-time rule exemption." Mitsuru offered, eyeing the auctioneer. "Name your pri—"
"Sounds tempting but it simply won't do. If you're not actively participating, then you're an innocent bystander. A witness without crime. Everyone here likes to be nice and guilty, so there's no fear of you talking to authorities."
Through the expensive fabric of Mitsuru's suit, Kokoro felt his muscles harden. An angry vibration pulsing from his core. This is a powerful man who never gets cornered, but right here, right now they were exactly that. A situation he's not in full control of.
"What is it's going to be, buddy?" The bouncer Sato said in a flat voice. "You going to fuck that pretty little peach or do we rip you a new asshole and fuck her ourselves?"
The last words chilled them both.
There were more catcalls and boos from the crowd, the men yelling for him to get on with it, to fuck the girl he'd bid on like he was supposed to. Mitsuru realized things were going to come to a head soon, the situation could escalate any time into something worse.
"It's okay." Kokoro whispered. "As long as it's you, I'll be alright." She bit her lip to keep it from trembling.
"Spank her!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "Place her over your knee and give her a good old hard whoppin'!"
Mitsuru glanced to their side and saw a high back leather armchair. He grabbed Kokoro's hand and pulled her toward it.
"Glad to see you're finally coming to your senses." The auctioneer said. Now that Mitsuru was resigned to do as he ordered, he looked a whole lot more happy. Bastard.
"Would you like to strap the little lady to the X cross over there or do you prefer to bend her over the table? Unless of course, you'd like to fuck her on the chair."
Mitsuru bit back the scathing reply and looked around the stage, for the first time noticing the large bondage cross with straps and buckles at the four corners. The equipment had hinges to change the angulation as desired. To strap her in while he fucked her.
Kokoro followed his gaze and shook her head, wide-eyed with terror. "I-I don't want to be strapped to that weird thing. And I don't...don't want to see those men watching me while we...while we..."
"I know." Mitsuru said as he sat on the chair and held her hand as she climbed onto the armchair, placing her knees on either side of his legs, straddling him, her back to the crowd of rowdy voyeurs.
He made a low sound when she brushed against his chest, but when she tried to pull away, he clasped her tightly.
"This is so embarrassing." She whispered then nibbled her lower lip. "But I'm so glad you're here."
Mitsuru felt his heart tighten in his chest. This should have never happened, she should never have been humiliated, publicly displayed like that. He was glad this wasn't their first time, that he had been given the chance to initiate her to sex on their own terms, in private.
"Hurry up and shove it in her already!" Someone yelled from the crowd.
Kokoro bit her lip as tears shimmered in her eyes.
"Baby, look at me. I want you to concentrate on me." He told her firmly. "It's just you and me in this whole room, just us. Understand?"
Kokoro slowly raised her head to meet his eyes and seemed to find strength in what she saw there. "I...I guess so." She tensed up when he pushed the jacket off her shoulders, leaving her naked. With her back to the audience, she was grateful that at least they couldn't see her front. She didn't have to see their lecherous faces.
As his gaze raked over her nakedness, he couldn't bite back an anguished groan. Never had he been possessive of a woman like this before, nor has he ever felt the insane urge to commit murder. This...was supposed to be just for him. For his eyes only.
But raging over what he couldn't change won't help them right now. He needs to focus on getting her through this with as little trauma as possible.
She laid her palms over his chest as he cradled her face, then gently touched her forehead with his. "I'll make it up to you, Kokoro. I swear."
He kissed her before she could reply. She was caught unprepared for the sensual assault, but parted her lips in welcome, closing her eyes as he softly caressed her mouth. She had sensed the rage simmering just beneath the surface, but his touch was light and gentle, so careful of her as if she could break. He was such a contradiction, tender yet carnal, hands that shook with need, yet caressed her with so much gentleness.
Mitsuru kissed her until she was dazed, boneless against his hardened body. His cock pressed against her belly, branding her with its heat. She didn't think it would be possible, given their current situation, but she felt her body softening, readying for him.
He played with her nipple, gently squeezing before leaning down to lick the stiffened tip. She couldn't hold back a whimper as he suckled it between his lips, still working that clever tongue, forcing more tension to coil low in her belly. He bit her gently before tending to the other nipple, tonguing, sucking, leaving both aching for more.
Then his hand trailed down to her panties, stroking her before pulling the strings at the side. "You...you've shaved?" He asked, slightly startled.
"They waxed me...before dressing me up." Kokoro whispered. She could still remember the sting at each pull of the strip.
He caressed the baby soft skin now bereft of hair. "Does it hurt?"
Kokoro shook her head, then moaned as blunt fingers slid through the slick folds of her pussy, fondling her clit until it throbbed. "Oh, God..." She closed her eyes as he slowly pressed his finger inside. A black fog seemed to descend in her mind, prevented her from thinking too much, but in a detached way, she felt her body responding, readying for him.
When he felt how wet she was, a guttural sound broke from his chest and a second finger joined the first to open her.
Then he withdrew those fingers to slide into his mouth, eyes shutting close as he sucked her taste. Another dip, another suck. As if he was drinking her one sip at a time.
It was pure torture to feel his fingers filling her...and then emptiness as he withdrew. She didn't know what aroused her more, his touch or the tortured hunger on his face even the mask couldn't conceal as he tasted her. He pressed his fingers deeper, pumping into her core until she was clawing at his shoulders.
Kokoro felt light-headed, taken over by some kind of delirium. Overcome by hunger that was fast becoming familiar, her hands traveled down his body, fingers lovingly tracing the hard contours of his chest.
His eyes glittered with restrained lust as he watched her, a part of him relieved that she was distracted enough to tune out the crowd, focused only on him.
Then his mind went blank when her small, slim fingers encircled his rigid cock. "God. Almighty." Mitsuru hissed in a mixture of protest and pleasure as she pulled him free from his pants.
"Mitsuru..." She gasped softly, looking down between their bodies, his cock fell against her stomach, heavy and slick at the tip. She raised her eyes to his, wide with shock. "You're uh, really huge."
"Nothing you haven't already handled." Even as he said that, he was fully aware that last night he had enough time to prepare her, such wasn't the case right now.
She bit her lip as her gaze dropped to his cock, her chest rising and falling with her eager breathing. She may be a little intimidated, but she also wanted him. He knew, relief at the realization almost made him dizzy as she positioned herself, spreading her thighs wider, opening herself to him.
He inhaled sharply as her nails scraped down his stomach, tracing a path down his pelvis. Once she reached the heavy weight of his cock, his hand tightened on her hip. "Use it."
When the head made contact with her pussy, he bit out a curse, his length jerking in her hand. "God, Kokoro. That pussy. So pink. So wet. It's a miracle I let you out of my bed this morning." He growled.
As she petted her clit with the blunt tip, his whole body shuddered from the exquisite torture.
He pulled her hand free, and fisted his cock, smacking the hard length against her pussy lips, frigging her clit as he watched her pink flesh flutter, coating his dick with her slick arousal.
When he could no longer bear the sensual torture, he guided the blunt tip up along her pussy, teasing her, calling out her name as his body ignited with sensation. His eyes silently asked her permission as he trailed the broad, smooth crown of his dick down her opening, nudging at it with his tip, stretching that sweet little hole as he watched how it made her face contort.
Kokoro wordlessly nodded her head, bracing herself for the invasion.
She gasped as the head of his cock breached her entrance and began its slow slide toward the end of her sheath. It felt bearable at first, but as he sank deeper and deeper...the stretch began to burn. Too big, too thick. Kokoro tensed as she felt a tendril of panic.
Mitsuru cradled her cheek as his eyes scanned her face.
This...this was supposed to be just for him, that sexual expression on her face, the way her eyes dilated as her flesh resisted him for an instant before giving way to his invasion. God, she's still so small, he clenched his teeth as he tried to ease the tight grip of her flesh, gently circling his hips,
That soft gasp of pain reminded him she was a virgin not even twenty fours ago, the way her eyes teared up even as she pressed down, sheathing him, letting him penetrate deeper...those things were meant just for him. And only him alone.
Instead, a crowd not twenty feet away stood witness to it all.
"Goddamn, I should have outbid him." Someone from behind them muttered in a guttural voice.
The soft fingers on his face brought him back from the brink. As if sensing the murderous rage that thundered beneath the surface, Kokoro caressed his jaw.
Last night, the light in his bedroom was dim, allowing her to partially hide. This time, there was no such protection. It was unbearably intimate to see his expression, his need. And she felt unbearably vulnerable at the knowledge he saw the same in her.
"Kokoro..." He groaned in a low voice. She was narrower than he'd expected, shouldn't she be a bit looser now after last night? His vision almost blacked out for a moment as he arched back his head. He groaned hoarsely, feeling her little sleeve of a cunt clench around him so tight as she continued to take him into her body.
It was one thing to let him plunder her body, to open her legs and let him slide inside...another thing to be the instigator of her own submission, to let gravity and her own desire to please him stretch her wide.
Unable to look away, a tortured sound filled the space as she rose up, gasping at the intimate slide of his hard length scraping against her inner flesh. When she reached the apex, his fingers tightened at her hips, dragging her back down again. A popping sound escaped her pussy as he filled her until there was nothing between them, not even air, flesh against flesh.
"Again." He demanded.
Her legs trembled, but she obeyed, rocking herself on top of him, the initiator in the destruction of her own pussy.
When she raised her hips once more until only the head was inside, he grabbed her with both hands and slammed her down.
"Fuck!" He grunted out as he pierced through the tight constriction, allowing him to sink deeper.
She cried out, the throaty sound of both pain, and a need she couldn't name. She struggled to get away from him, inching up from his lap, but his hands were on her hips, holding her in place.
The crowd cheered in voyeuristic delight. "Give it to her! Fuck that little cunt!"
"Look at me." Mitsuru ordered as distress contorted her expression. "Feel only me."
He reached down and stroked her with his thumb, rubbing over her clit. Around and around in endless, blissful circles. Slowly she began to relax. It still felt too full. A whisper of memory trailed her thoughts, of the burn as he entered her. But her muscles rippled around something, almost like...pleasure.
Then he pulled back and pushed in, hitting a spot inside her that made her back arch, her head bent back, her teeth click in audible shock. Mitsuru.
God, every instinct he had was telling him to thrust into her hard and fast, to fill her to the hilt and claim her in front of everyone. No. He was consumed with ravenous lust, but he harnessed his aggression, battled his most primal urges.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked, gauging her reaction. He was buried halfway inside, but her eyes were closed as if pained. He tried to retreat, but could not force himself to give up even a tiny bit of the taut, slick depths that held him more closely than his own skin.
"Baby, is it too much?" He asked through clenched teeth.
Kokoro shook her head, but he heard the pain in her voice. "No, I—"
He began to retreat. The secret caress of flesh against flesh made her nails dig into his shoulders.
"No, wait...I'm alright." She bit her lip and tried to spread her thighs even wider to give him easier access to her body. "Just stretching a little...Ah!" The soft sound broke from her lips before she could stop it.
He urged her to lean on him, but she hesitated. "Mitsuru, what...why...?" She asked in confusion when he pulled her to his chest, the shift in position pushed her hips towards the crowd, forcing her thighs to spread wider...at an angle that exposed everything.
"I want them to see...see me sliding into you. To make sure they can see we're not faking it." He gritted out as he slowly rocked her hips, letting his cock slide in and out of her. "Don't want any of them to question or doubt." Over her shoulders he could see the lustful stares of the crowd, coveting his woman almost more than he could bear. The need to destroy them for desiring what was his burned him alive.
"Oh god!" Kokoro gasped as she hid her face against his shoulder. "This...this is so embarrassing. Letting everyone see us...do this."
She whimpered when the crowd began to hoot obscenities. "Fuck yeah! Rip that pink pussy apart!"
"Ignore them." Mitsuru said, his voice rough. "You and I are the only ones in the room now. Only the two of us."
Just like last night, he began to thrust gently, slowly, to let her adjust to his dick. The sensation was unbelievable, nothing she could prepare for in their current situation. He gazed at her with such twisted desire and affection as he rocked her hips, pulling her tight little cunt along his cock until he slid out of her, then slowly pushed back in.
She cried out, but he caught the sound with another kiss. "How can you still be this tight?" He murmured against her lips before lowering his head down her chest, kissing her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He told himself he had to be gentle, to go slow. But he couldn't help it—the feel of her tight pussy around his cock was simply too much to bear.
Kokoro held his head close to her breast as he began to fuck her with short, rapid thrusts.
She barely heard the excited cheers of the crowd, distracted by the way he felt sliding in and out of her.
"It feels so good." She mumbled, almost in shock, half-delirious. She shouldn't like this, should die from shame, but as he rubbed against a sensitive spot that tingled she went wild.
"Easy baby...don't want to hurt you." Mitsuru murmured, jaw tight, eyes shut as if he's hanging on to control by a thread. He slowed down for a second and her eyes fluttered open.
She glimpsed the love and lust through his half-closed eyes as she trailed her hands down his chest. He looked lost in the pleasure of her flesh, the struggle to hold back evident in the tension of his jaw.
"You're driving me insane." He groaned, his cock twitching inside her excitedly, straining against the confines of her narrow little cunt. His hand tightened on her hip, keeping her in place as his mouth found hers. It was hard, an almost bruising kiss, and it stole her breath away.
He pulled back to watch as she picked up his rhythm, rocking her hips in sync with his thrusts. God, but she's so glorious as she rode him, he couldn't look away as he watched his cock slide in and out of her, dragging a stretch of pink flesh clenched around his girth like a tiny sleeve.
His eyes almost rolled back in his head when she pressed her hips against him, grinding his cock deeper into her, trying to take that final two inches of him, but her body wouldn't yield.
"You're too big." She said, hesitation marked her voice and dazed eyes.
"No." He said through gritted teeth. "Like this." In one hard thrust, accompanied by the obscene wet sound of her pussy, Mitsuru was sheathed to the hilt. He threw his head back and growled. "Fuck!"
Kokoro couldn't breathe as he impaled her, a searing heat crawling in fiery tendrils across her loins. The dark hair at his base felt foreign against her bare pussy, scratchy against oversensitized skin. She felt him throb in her, his girth stretching her inside out, and for one breathless moment, she thought he would rip her very seams.
He could feel the orgasm building at the base of his balls, the urgent pressure to come and fill her completely. Kokoro seemed to be reaching the peak too, her arousal drenching him as he plowed into her leaving the hair at his base matted with her wetness. There was a desperate intimacy in the blue depths of her eyes, a look of need mingled with a silent plea and something else he couldn't read.
"I'm going to come inside you." His groan was a dark symphony of agonized need and lust.
"Inside me?" She gasped, fingers tightening on his shoulders. Her toes curled with every raw thrust of the big, hard dick filling her up again and again, and those low, harsh groans of his that would signal his climax inside her.
"That's what I said." He bit her lip. "I'm going to mark you in front of these people." He knew he ought to be a gentleman and pull out, they haven't even discussed about contraception even after last night. But the selfish need to debauch her freshly fucked pussy with his cum was too overpowering. There was no way he could stop at that crucial juncture.
Releasing her breast, he pressed his fingers between their bodies and slid two fingers down to the place they were joined. Then he found the hard little bud of her clit and stroked it, matching the rhythm of his fingers to the movements of his hips.
"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel your pleasure."
Kokoro gasped. "Oh God! I—!" Suddenly he felt her spasm around him, felt the velvet sheath that encased him squeeze even tighter and he knew she was coming. He gave a rough groan and ceased his thrusts, savoring the rhythmic contractions, holding himself still as she clenched him over and over. Pure bliss softened her facial expression, leaving her helpless to do anything but call his name as her head lolled.
Briefly, he wondered if she'd hate him after this. Hell, he'd fucked her and made her come in front of a room full of strangers. But she was his. His to love, his to cherish, his to fuck. With a low groan, he dug his heels into the floor and thrust upward into her.
"Mitsuru!" She cried, but he didn't slow down, unable to, having reached the limits of his control.
"That's right. Let them hear you." He breathed heavily. "They'll never get to taste you like this. Never get to feel your pussy wrapped around their dick, will they?"
"Oh god." Kokoro gasped, shaking her head frantically. "No, no."
Male satisfaction lit up his green eyes. "This pretty little cunt is mine alone. Say it." Two fingers nudged at her opening, rubbing her clit with a possessive force. Her flesh tightened around him, clenching and clenching, trying to pull him deeper.
Those words. How could he expect her to say them outloud? "This...this pretty little..."
He slowed down his movements, making her gasp in protest. Her hips rocked against him, begging...desperate.
She knew what he wanted. "Yours." She managed to gasp. "I've always been yours."
He shifted the angle, his cock hitting that aching, needy spot inside and Kokoro rose on her toes. Pleasure radiated from her core, blooming over her chest, her belly all the way down to her toes. She bit back the sound of her orgasm, then his finger grazed over her clit and she screamed.
They all heard her—every man in the room. The powerful ones, the privileged ones. They know who owns her now. So did she.
His hips surged, pistoning between her legs. She could only hold on to his shoulders as she watched his thick cock her eyes heavy with satiation. He was slick with her orgasm, a dusky length of male flesh pumping into her with barely leashed violence. About to fill her with his semen. A tendril of panic ran down her spine. A moment of clarity piercing through the haze of euphoria. Is she ready for this? For the consequences?
"Take it...take all of it." He commanded, giving her no choice, and the total loss of control only served to excite her.
Then he threw his head back and groaned from the force of his release, beginning to ejaculate into her. She felt his cock jerking inside, then moist heat...burst after burst as he bathed her pussy with his cum.
-o-
She remembered little what happened afterward. Couldn't even recall how they got out of that place. All she remembered was the soft weight of the jacket he draped across her shoulders, his scent instantly comforting as he covered her nakedness. The timbre of his voice as he lifted her to his chest drowned out the cacophony of sound from the crowd.
She remembered the smell of the leather seat as they got into the car, the soothing strokes of his hand as he caressed her hair.
He was talking with someone, another man, maybe a few more.
But she couldn't keep her eyes open, and the security of his warm solid body lulled her into sleep. Here in his arms, she is safe. Nothing could come near her, nothing could hurt her.
When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on his bed. Alone. Mitsuru had left the bedside lamp on, as if he knew it would comfort her if she woke up in the middle of the night.
As the events of the previous hours rolled into her mind, Kokoro blushed. God, how could she show her face to him again? She had been too naive, too careless. If he hadn't found the place, hadn't arrived on time, who knows what could have happened to her? She would have been raped, abused, or worse. Tears pricked her eyes but she blinked them back.
It's alright now. She told herself. She's safe now. Mitsuru came in time to save her. While they were forced to have sex in front of a crowd, they got out of there relatively unharmed.
But where is he?
She vaguely remembered how he'd bathed her under the warm shower, even as she struggled to remain conscious. The emotional distress had taken its toll on her and all she wanted was just crash and sleep.
He'd dressed her in one of his white shirts and nothing else. Reminding herself that it's rather too late for modesty, not when he'd seen and...and—She shook her head as the heat in her cheeks dialed up a notch. Kokoro rose from the bed and decided to search for her boyfriend.
"Mitsuru?" She called softly as she stepped out of his bedroom. The hallway was dimly lit but she had no difficulty navigating her way. Where could he be? Was he angry with her? Kokoro bit her lip, the possibility that he blamed her for what happened a sudden heavy weight in her chest.
He spent a million to save her. Burning shame and embarrassment made her whimper in distress. Ever since they've met, Mitsuru has done nothing but help her. And not even once had he held it over her head. While she...she had done nothing but cause trouble. She won't be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She had disrupted his life, his work. And all because she had been so trusting, so stupid!
It was his silhouette against the massive glass walls that gave away his location. Feeling a bit relieved and apprehensive, Kokoro turned to the direction of the sunroom. The lights were off, the glass-walled room illuminated only by the glittering lights of the stars and skyscrapers. The breathtaking cityscape in full display brought his form into sharp contrast as she slowly walked towards him.
He didn't hear her, he was talking with someone on the phone. Shirtless, barefooted, wearing only a pair of dark boxer briefs, he looked more like a college boy than the sleek entrepreneur who made millions.
Kokoro was about to call him but then hesitated. The desire to watch him in secret for a few seconds more took over, she may never get another chance. Now that she could see him more clearly, she couldn't help but be in awe of him once more. He moved with quiet lithe grace, but agitation marked every hard contour of his muscled body. He seemed upset over something.
What started as admiration, quickly spiraled into...desire. A different kind of heat made her cheeks turn pink.
Unbidden, memories of their lovemaking swept through her mind, making her breath catch, her heart accelerate. She remembered the soft, gentle touch of his hands, the urgency in his kiss...could still feel the shape of him, the hard, smooth thrusts, the way his flesh throbbed inside her with every beat of his heart.
The emptiness right now, a stark reminder of how deep he'd penetrated. Even as Kokoro tried to control the unruly reaction of her body, she couldn't push back the memories, the way he moved inside her, touching every secret niche, the friction of their flesh that left no room for anything between them, not even a whisper of air.
She remembered the way his body tensed up, before jerking in release, then the hard pulses of wet heat as he spurted inside her.
With a start, Kokoro realized that she wanted to experience those things again and felt ashamed. All she had been thinking of was herself. He had lost a million in one night and all she could think about was getting back into bed with him! She truly has become a despicable person.
Torn between lust and her sense of morals, she didn't realize the sound she made until Mitsuru sharply turned in her direction.
"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" He ended the call and gave her his undivided attention. "You need something?"
"You must hate me." She said in a small voice. She wrapped her arms around herself without even realizing it. As if already conditioning herself for the inevitable break-up, of being alone again. What will she do if he broke up with her? How will she cope?
"Why do you say that?" Without waiting for her answer, he simply pulled her into his arms. "Baby you drive crazy, drive me to the edge at times...but I can never hate you."
"Not even after what happened?"
"I really ought to pull you over my knee and spank you until your ass is seven shades of pink." He muttered, he wanted to tell her all this was avoidable if she only listened to him. "But I think what drew me to you is that stubborn pride...your independence."
Kokoro shook her head. "You had to bail me out twice. I wouldn't call that independent."
"I wasn't talking about money." He disagreed. "How do you think it makes me feel when my own girlfriend won't let me take care of her?"
"I...I just don't want to take advantage of you." Uncomfortable with the conversation, she nibbled her lip.
"I understand that you've never been in a relationship before, and you have to rely on no one but yourself. But Kokoro...lean on me a little more.
"The auction..."
"What about it?" He growled. "I would spend every penny I have, break every damn law to keep you safe."
"I...I don't even know how I can make it up to you." The savage look in his eyes told her she said the wrong thing.
"You can start by canceling all your work schedule. Beginning with the goddamn coffee stand."
"Mitsuru..." She looked up at him with eyes that pleaded for understanding. She needed that job, how else could she repay the—
"After last night, after what happened this evening...I can't bear the thought of all those men staring at you, God. I wanted to smash their faces in, every single one of them. I can still see that look in their eyes...wondering how soft your breasts are or what it would be like to slide into you, to feel the textures of your pussy as they pound into you."
She was clearly uncomfortable with the conversation but he didn't stop. She has to know.
"Had the auction taken place a few days earlier, things might have ended differently."
"Differently? What does that mean?" Kokoro asked, curious, and wary at the same time.
"If you had been still a virgin when you stood at that stage...it would have been easier to turn back the tide than stop another man from claiming you."
It sounded ridiculous. "Why? Why would they do that?" She shook her head, laughing nervously. "It's not like I'm the only virgin in—"
"They're not paying for your hymen. But the chance to debauch something pure...to corrupt someone innocent. They took one look at your face, saw both the vulnerability and strength...and it was enough to rile up their twisted urges to get their hands on you. They wanted to break you."
He paused then gave a mirthless laugh, shaking his head. "I'm actually the worst of them." Mitsuru said softly, running a gentle hand over her arm. "I want to own every inch of you. To be the only man who touches you, who tastes you."
Kokoro shook her head, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "No, no I..."
"Yes. You are mine, and mine alone." He slid his fingers through the locks of her hair, framing her delicate jaw in both hands. "You gave those rights to me when you let me into your body, when you opened yourself and allowed me to bathe your womb with my cum."
"Mitsuru!" Kokoro felt stupid to be embarrassed at his words, but somehow he knew how to push all her buttons.
"The right to care for you..." He kissed the tip of her nose, slowly backing her to the couch behind her.
"...to protect..." Another kiss.
"...to provide." Kokoro felt the couch hit the backs of her knees and the cushion caught her fall. "I can't be your man and not let me do these things. If you want me, then you must accept all that I am."
This is all wrong. She should be the one on her knees instead of him. Mitsuru knelt before her, allowing their eyes to meet at the same level.
"I feel so...inadequate." She confessed in a shaky voice as she touched his jaw. Her eyes glassy with unshed tears."You deserve more..."
"Why?" He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing each rough spot, each tiny callus. "If our positions were reversed, would you have turned away from me?"
"Never!" She gasped, shaking her head, the tears finally fell, leaving wet streaks on her cheeks that he quickly brushed with his thumbs.
"Then why do you think less of me?"
"I don't. I—"
"Then let me take care of you."
"This...this is all...so overwhelming." She found it hard to think, to speak. Not when he was nuzzling against her throat, pressing tiny, biting kisses on her skin.
She felt the hot rush of his laughter as Mitsuru chuckled. "Stubborn as always." He sat up beside her and pulled her into his arms. "What do I have to do to convince you, woman?"
"I don't want to lose you." She confessed in a small voice, "But I need to pull my thoughts together. This is..."
"Stop overthinking." He kissed her before she could reply.
Kokoro wanted to resist at first, so many things swirled in her head, demanding to be voiced. But desire quickly took over, the touch of his lips, the hungry thrust of his tongue stole all coherent thoughts.
"Touch me, Kokoro." He groaned, urging her hands on his body.
He had been with women who knew the game, women who knew how to turn men crazy, how to use his own weakness against him. He had never felt so close to losing himself, had never ceded control to another but the shy, hesitant touch of her hands almost set him off.
He'd never needed any woman this much before, never wanted anyone as bad. Had she bewitched him?
The thought disconcerted him, Mitsuru didn't like the idea that someone had that much hold on him. When was the last time he'd fucked a woman bareback? Never. Not even his first girlfriend. Until Kokoro. Only goes to show how much she'd messed him up.
When her fingers fumbled at the front of his briefs, he made a low sound, his thoughts scattering. "You're killing me." He groaned as her fingers brushed the hardness underneath. His erection strained against the fabric, huge...demanding.
Just when he thought he'd go mad, she slid her hand beneath the elastic band, pushing the soft cotton briefs down. He reached for the shirt she had on, tugging it off with one hand until they were both naked. Both of them vulnerable.
Kneeling between his legs, she ran a finger through the coarse patch of hair beneath his belly, then the sharp contrast of the baby-smooth skin of his cock. Mitsuru shuddered but made no move to stop her. His shaft throbbed with life, hot, like steel sheathed in silk.
"Baby...you don't have to." He rested his head against the back of the couch like a man in agony.
"I want to." She whispered as she pulled the briefs down his muscular legs. He's rock hard, his cock leaning heavily against his abdomen once free. He felt impossibly hot, burning against her palm. She stroked him with both hands. working him until his breath staggered.
"Your mouth." He demanded roughly.
Needing some semblance of control over the situation, she licked the blunt tip, stealing the drop of cum that pearled at the center, tasting him. "Holy fuck." He groaned when the tip of her tongue probed the eyelet, seeking more. When he would have urged her mouth to take him deeper, she released him then ran her lips along the hard length of his cock, then pressed a chaste kiss to the base, where dark, coarse hair tickled her lips.
Mitsuru growled low in his throat, the vibration running down his body, she felt it through his cock. "Suck me, Kokoro. Let me fuck those pink lips."
She slipped him into her mouth. His taste exploded over her tongue, the taste of his surrender. He reached behind her head, clasping her. "Open for me. I need to feel your throat. Open. Just a little bi—fuck, Kokoro."
She relaxed her jaw, allowing his cock to slide deeper, the ridge grazed over her tongue, the head thick in her throat. Her body resisted the unfamiliar intrusion, but he held her still, unmoving until she relaxed.
His hips began to move, faster now, finding the rhythm he desired, thrusting into her mouth the same way he would between her thighs. His harsh groans were ragged, an uneven dark symphony of raw need.
Something inside her responded to his primal call, an animal instinct that recognized him, his power, his strength. Her body readied itself to ease his way, the wetness of her mouth coating his shaft, the arousal slick between her legs.
Without warning, his movements became erratic, rough thrusts that were unnerving in the dim light. She choked on the length of him, but he didn't ease up. No reprieve, no room to breathe. Panicked for an instant, her eyes flew open.
When he came, it wasn't at the back of her throat. He eased back, seating the head of his cock against her tongue, pooling semen where she'll taste it the most. Kokoro swallowed, but the flavor of him lingered even after he pulled away.
"You taste like the sea..." Kokoro said, her voice hoarse, still raw from his cock..
"God, that felt so good." He breathed as she pressed her forehead against his leg, stroking her hair with a shaking hand. Then he urged her to climb onto his lap, kissing her, tasting her desire, his own pleasure.
Then he turned and guided her down on the couch, his hands brushed over the curves of her breasts, down her flat belly, to the outsides of her thighs and parted her knees with both hands. He reached over to plant soft kisses on her eyelids, her nose...her chin as he coaxed her to spread her legs wider for him.
And then he moved lower, kissing a trail down her neck, her breasts, pausing to kiss her bellybutton before pulling back his head to look at her nakedness.
"Fucking beautiful," he muttered, his breath warm against the lips of her pussy.
It didn't matter that this wasn't the first time he tasted her like this, it still embarrassed her.
"Mitsuru...uh, wait...I—" Then he swiped his tongue along her seam and her hips rocked up. "Mitsuru!"
He pushed her thighs open, overcoming her resistance with ease. "Don't deny me this. Been dying to do this..."
Her body trembled, fighting the desire to hide her nakedness, fighting the desire to arch her hips towards him and beg for more. Torn between opposing needs, she pressed her fist against her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh god."
"That's right sweet baby, just lie back and let me have you."
Then he pressed his mouth against her entrance and her vision went white. This was no kiss. Not even a lick. It was an invasion of his tongue, thrusting hard into her cunt. No...he can't be... Her mind went blank as he used his tongue much like how he used his cock, fucking her like a little dick.
"You taste so fucking good." He said, his voice rough. He curled his tongue around her clit in a carnal caress, driving her closer to the edge. He held her hip steady with one hand, and pushed two fingers inside her with the other. "God, sweetheart." He groaned as his fingers spread inside her. "You've closed up again."
He pressed that spot, watching her face with dark, male possessiveness. Her mouth parted with a silent cry. This wasn't like when he stroked her clit, nothing like when she touched herself. It was...like a forced surrender. The orgasm wrenched from her body whether she was ready or not, whether she wanted it or not. Like it belonged to him instead of her.
Pleasure blanketed her in pulsing waves, until her entire world splintered in blissful oblivion.
The touch of his mouth against her lips roused her, his tongue nudging her open. In his kiss, she tasted herself, salt and a feminine musk. She tasted the need, the pent-up passion that he'd been holding back.
When he lay her down on the couch, Kokoro stretched out, spreading her legs as his body reached over her.
He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and while she was hungry and eager for him, it was still hard to let him in without tensing first. His hands tightened on her knees, pushing them back, spreading her wider. It made the penetration feel more invasive, as if he was taking more than her body.
"Still okay?" He asked gruffly, kissing the side of her neck, breathing in her lust and...apprehension.
"Don't go..." Kokoro whimpered as he pulled out. "Please..."
He didn't want to hurt her, but that please triggered something inside. She was too shy to give voice to it, but she was begging for more, and he wanted more.
"Lay back and spread that pussy for me."
Kokoro did as she was told, spreading her legs and hooking her arms around them, spreading her pussy lips for him, leaving herself completely open...vulnerable to her lover.
Mitsuru guided his cock downward, rubbing her swollen slit with the head. "That's my girl." He murmured and pushed forward, grabbing her by the hips.
Pain made her flinch, and tried to hide her face against the side of the pillow.
"No, Kokoro. Look at me."
She opened her eyes and obeyed, gasping as he pressed deeper.
"Does that hurt, baby?" She may be eager, needy for him, but he had to remind himself she wasn't sexually active before last night.
Her voice quivered but she managed to speak out. "N-no...just...full." It burns. It aches.
He drew himself almost all the way out of her. Every inch he pulled left an aching emptiness that made her throw her legs around his waist to stop him from leaving.
"Shhh...it's alright sweetheart..." He said soothingly. He pressed forward slowly, pushing his way in with far less resistance. Mitsuru stopped when his balls were nestled against her ass, groaning in pleasure.
"We do this a few more times...once I get you loosened up...it won't hurt anymore." He kissed the tip of her nose as he watched her. "You'll feel only pleasure. I promise."
"I...I'm already addicted." Kokoro confessed in a small whisper.
He gave a short burst of laughter before taking her lips in a hungry kiss, sucking the soft sounds she made as he pressed deeper, sliding along the slick tight passage, filling her to the hilt, then lifting her hips at an angle, forcing himself deeper. All of the air seemed to rush out of her body as she wailed his name.
He growled in response, grinding against that deep spot that had her bucking as if to get away.
Mitsuru braced his hands on either side of her and arched over her body, showing her just how much more deeper he could go. His hips bumped against her inner thighs, forcing them to spread wider even more, forcing her open for his pleasure.
He grabbed her hips and plowed her with his cock, fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, watching her face, gauging her reaction.
When he saw only love and surrender, he gave in to his own lust and need. He was so hard for her, so fucking hard that the penetration held an edge of pain.
He reared back and punches his hips forward, springing tears in her eyes. But she didn't stop him. There was only trust in her blue eyes that unraveled him.
How could she still be this trusting?
Reminded of how he felt when he'd frantically searched for her...
Something gripped his heart like a tight fist. He could have lost her. Someone could have snatched her away. Someone with more money...more power. If he'd been even a few minutes late...if someone else wanted her as desperately as he did...he wasn't the only one in that auction with millions to spare.
Never again. He'd keep her safe if he has to tie her to his bed...never again would he let her be in any danger. He would—
"Mitsuru..."
The touch of her soft fingers reaching up to cup his cheek snapped him out of his unhappy thoughts.
"I can't lose you." He whispered in a low, gruff voice. "I just can't..."
She tried to speak, to find the words that would ease that lingering fear in his eyes. But then he moved, changing the angle of his penetration, she could feel him digging deeper, his girth wedging between her pussy lips, the tickle of his pubic hair brushing against her clit.
There was a desperate urgency in his kiss, a hunger that was a different intensity than before...
"God." He groaned. "I can feel the mouth of your womb...like tiny puckered lips..." He angled his hips in a way that allowed him to nudge against the tiny opening, as if seeking a way to pierce through and enter her womb.
"Mitsuru..."
He felt the sudden tension in her body and rubbed his lips against the hollow of her throat. "I want to fill you up. The thought of my cum reaching places where my cock couldn't go...excites me."
He cupped her breast, swiping the nipple with his thumb. "Did you feel it inside you?"
Kokoro nodded her head. "I love feeling you come inside me..." She admitted in a breathless whisper. "It's so warm, thick...it made me want for more."
"I've never come in another." Something had always held him back, was reluctant to share that part of himself, strange as it sounds.
Never? She blinked in confusion. Then her breath hitched as it dawned on her. He'd always worn protection...until her.
"I've marked you." Satisfaction infused every word. "You're mine now. You belong to me."
She felt his cockhead sliding past her cervix, slamming into the deepest, farthest reaches of her cunt, deeper than anything she ever thought could reach.
"Oh god." Kokoro gasped when he slowly withdrew, scraping against something beneath her bellybutton, and to her wide-eyed shock, saw the massive size of his cock bulge against her flat stomach as he rearranged her insides. "Mitsuru...I've never felt like this..."
"Neither have I..."
His thick cock pushed through the tight grip of her cunt as it clung to him. His hands clamped firmly into her hips keeping her in place as he continued to pump in and out of her, faster and faster.
Kokoro cried out as her back arched, rocking with every forceful thrust of his dick.
His pace was so desperate and hungry. He gave her no respite, no more consideration for her relatively inexperienced body. The slapping sounds of their skin grew louder as his driving thrusts became more erratic. Her inner folds clenched around him, stroking him in turn as he pistoned into her with a brutal force that made her see spots.
She wrapped her arms around him when he nuzzled against the crook of her neck. He bit into her skin, making her squeal as his hard bucks threatened to break her.
When he hit her sweet spot, Kokoro squirmed wildly. "Oh god, right there!" Don't stop. Please don't ever stop!
Pleasure turned her vision white, and she sobbed his name as her flesh clenched around his cock, waves of heat rushed through her body, and he grunted in masculine approval. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, and Kokoro could only take what he gave her, breathlessly crying out in protest as he stroked through tingling tissues still hypersensitive from her climax.
He pulled out of her without warning, flipping her over in a whirl of masculine strength. Kokoro found herself face-first against the pillow, his body framing hers. Mitsuru nuzzled against the nape of her neck, a primal demonstration of possession. "Mine." He growled.
He nudged her thighs apart, his mouth scalding hot against her skin. Then he pulled her ass up in the air, pressing her head down on the pillow. "Hold your hips up like this after I cum so it slides down into your womb."
She couldn't see him in this position, could only feel him in blind need, the blunt press of him, the hot stretch. And then his body covered hers, a full thrust that had her crying out, the sound muffled against the pillow.
She was still virgin tight, he kept expecting at some point she'll loosen up. But so far that hasn't happened, instead, it was as if she got tighter every time he gets in her.
He fucked her hard, riding her cunt with wild abandon. Mitsuru crouched over her, getting on his feet like an animal, rutting into her with brutal thrusts. The force of him made the couch shake, his strokes punctuated the room with loud, smacking sounds. She rocked with him, unable to do anything else, her body rising to meet him, reaching for his peak.
In a few, brutal thrusts, he shoved himself to the base of his dick and finally gave in to his own pleasure. His body stiffened, grinding against her, pulsing deep.
Kokoro gasped as a torrent of thick, sticky heat rushed straight into her womb. His release triggered a response, her inner muscles milking him in a wild contracting rhythm. Spurt after spurt of cum pooled inside her, the warmth of being filled made her eyelids twitch as she panted.
When the clench released him, he slid into her with lazy strokes. His hips dropped, changing the angle inside her, hitting some secret place that had her pushing up on her toes.
He was still hard.
"Mitsuru...aren't you fi—"
"Finished? Christ, I'll never be done with you."
She was told that sex was done after men had their orgasm. But now she realized Mitsuru was only holding back before.
Her vision blurred as she felt the heat of his mouth against her nape, the hard, demanding length of his cock against the cleft of her ass. His hands eagerly groped and tweaked her breasts as his mouth nibbled the nape of her neck.
"Please..."
"Don't worry baby, you're going to get it." He murmured soothingly. His cock glided up and down between her pussy lips, then tickled her clit with the tip of his dick.
The wide head of his cock nudged against her entrance. Without warning, he thrust inside her, ripping past clenched muscles thickly coated with his cum, forcing her open. She muffled her cry against her fist, her body reacting instinctively, inching away in a frantic bid to get away but there was no escaping him.
He groaned as if in pain, still sensitive so soon after coming, but unable to help himself.
He felt deeper than before, the upward curve of his hard cock digging into a spot she didn't even know existed. His hand angled her hips, and then he plunged again, colliding against a point inside of her making her gasp.
She heard the wet squelching noise as he scraped his previous cum out of her, while the force of his thrusts packed the rest deeper into her needy cunt.
Again and again, he started to pound into her, the hard muscles of his thighs smacking against the cushion of her ass. In this position, the fucking grew wilder, getting unrestrained, The wild force of his bucking hips made her breasts sway with each impact. His hands clamped down onto her waist, dragging her entire body and slamming her pussy onto his crotch, grinding against her as his balls swung and struck her clit in heavy, forceful arcs.
Within minutes, Kokoro was squirming in pure ecstasy. Her knees buckled in the midst of the onslaught, could feel herself going boneless with pleasure as her arms began to lose their grip on the back of the couch. Before she lost her balance, Mitsuru shot out his hands without warning and grabbed her arms.
He held her wrists, supporting her weight with just her arms as her body gave in, completely limp with pleasure as he kept pounding into her through her orgasm.
Kokoro cried out again, feeling each devastating impact of his hard thrusts vibrate through her entire body, his cockhead drilling into that sweet, sweet spot that made her vision blur. The sound of their skin smacking together was louder now, rivaled only by their incoherent, breathless grunts.
In this position, nothing impeded his access, hitting that glorious, deepest spot inside of her. It was like hitting a button that made her senses go haywire. He pinned her in place as her legs twitched and kicked.
"Oh no, baby. You're not going anywhere." He growled, wedging his cock into her. When he was buried to the hilt, he rotated his hips in lazy circles, making her scream as he drilled against her.
Kokoro squealed as another orgasm ripped through her, the pain/pleasure from the rough fucking made her delirious.
"That's it baby. Let me feel you come, let me feel you squeeze my dick." His veiny cock twitched, relishing the way her hot pussy contracted and rippled around him in the throes of her climax.
Mitsuru redoubled his efforts, pistoning into her tight cunt like a man possessed. He bucked into her body like a wild beast in heat. His punishing thrusts drove her crazy. She didn't care about holding back her voice any longer, or tried to silence her screams as the hard fucking continued.
With one final thrust that made Kokoro choke on her own gasps, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick jets of fresh cum barreled straight into her womb refilling his previous load. She trembled in startled delight as he kept emptying his balls into her, felt it swell inside of her, bathing her womb with thick hot spunk over and over again.
"Oh god." She gasped. She thought nothing could outmatch the pleasure of being creampied with an obscene amount of cum, but she was so wrong. Even as he continued to dump a fat load into her, his hips never faltered, never let up the brutal rhythm. He never stopped fucking, battering the deepest parts of her pussy...as if he wanted to tattoo her cunt with his spunk.
He pulled her to his chest, almost squeezing the breath out of her and rode through his raging orgasm with a few more violent thrusts, cupping her jaw, turning her face to the side and gazed into her eyes as he gave her the last final pounding. He couldn't speak. The depth of his pleasure had stolen his voice.
-o-
They spent an entire week in his apartment. Christening every room, chair or table, any surface that he could position her, and they fucked like wild rabbits. In those few days, they shut out the world. But try as they might, work soon intruded. His PA was close to losing his wits, urging him to come up to the office for an acquisition that needed Mitsuru's attention.
Mitsuru was tempted to mouth off the assistant. He wanted to stay at home, with Kokoro. But then his staff mentioned a name that had his blood boiling.
"Are you sure it's her?" He almost barked into the phone.
"Yes sir. We're positive. Minako Shido is just the alias of Mina Kurasaki, her father is throwing quite a bit of a fuss over the acquisition."
Finally, results. He had sent his people to track down the ad that sent Kokoro to the Libertine. This confirmed his gut feeling. She wasn't sent there by accident. She was deliberately targeted by his ex-girlfriend.
"I'll be there."
He ended the call and turned to see Kokoro still asleep at his side. He made a move to stroke her cheek then stopped himself. If he touched her, he won't stop at her face. And he got some loose ends to tie.
Sighing, he pulled away and headed for the bathroom.
He was already dressed in his suit, when she stirred from her sleep.
"Morning sleepyhead." He greeted. His eyes followed her movements as she pulled on a slinky nightgown. "Something came up at work."
"Will you be back tonight?"
"Of course."
Her heart jumped with relief. She didn't want to be apart from him, but knowing he's needed at work, Kokoro put up a cheerful front.
His expression darkened. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here."
So did she, but she didn't want to tie him down. Not when something important is at stake. "I'll be fine...take as long as you need. I...I need a long soak in that big tub of yours. I'm actually...a little sore."
That made him pause as his eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Is it working?" Kokoro feigned a worried expression.
"No."
That made her smile. "Excellent. Once I'm well-rested...maybe, um, maybe we could spend all night...uh, getting reacquainted. Eight hours is such a long time of not seeing you, I may hardly recognize you anymore." She added with a teasing side glance.
"Is that so?" He grumbled. "Eight hours, huh? After two you'll be all closed up again, your body tight and completely healed. It will be my great pleasure to break you open again."
Heat suffused her cheeks, spreading along her skin like wildfire. "Maybe you could get caught in traffic, maybe you could be a little late..."
Mitsuru smiled coolly, enjoying her obvious discomfort. "No way, I'll be back before you know it."
She pressed against his side, savoring the solid hardness of him. "I'll miss you." She admitted softly.
He tensed up. "Are you asking me to stay?"
Laughing lightly, Kokoro pulled away. "Maybe...I just don't want you to forget me."
"Wait for me. I won't be long."
"Okay."
-o-
He strode away with heavy feet. Never had he resented his work this much. But reminded of what he needed to do, Mitsuru's quickened his pace.
He knew he couldn't go after the club for their part in the auction. Just too many powerful people involved. However, he could strike directly at the root of all this.
Mina. He's going to remind her why he's someone she should never ever mess with.
A/N: I know this got too long. I tried to make the story more concise, I really did. But each time I tried to edit, I end up adding more sentences. x_X; Ugh.
Guest reviewer: Thank you for leaving a comment. I'll see what I can do. I've always wanted to write a situation where a safeword is needed. haha.