Okay here's the next chapter. From here on out they're a bit longer so maybe you'll like them more. The chapter shifts point of view about mid way so I hope I didn't thrown anyone off. This is also the first chapter with mature content though nothing too bad.

He was glad he had removed his gloves before acting that evening. Had he kept them on he would have missed the feeling of her warm alabaster skin against his fingertips. Standing in front of her, he moved his hand down her chest and ran his hand along the hem of her cotton nightgown. Her breath hitched as she jerked back but couldn't get far from his grip.

"Let go!" she screamed as much as her tight throat would allow her.

Vegeta smirked at the sight before him: the bound woman panting with a delicious mixture of fear and desire, looking from side to side as if trying to see him despite her eyes being covered. He couldn't help but tease her as he leant forward to whisper in her ear. "Is everything a little overwhelming for you, Woman?"

"I said 'Let go', you bastard!" she screamed louder as she once again pulled on the straps in her futile attempts to untie the bindings that weren't even tied. It was probably for the best that she was gripping the fabric as her nails would have pierced the skin of her palms if it wasn't there.

Rolling his eyes at her protest he moved behind her again. "What did I just tell you about denying your true feelings?" Wrapping his arms around her, her reached up and grabbed the thin straps of fabric holding her gown up and ripped the seams. She jumped back from the harsh movement. Realizing that she was only pressing herself against him and causing her arms and neck to bend beyond their limit again she tried to move forward.

Vegeta on the other hand had different ideas and moved his hands so they would cup her generously sized breasts. Much like the skin of her neck and shoulders, they were just as smooth to the touch, the softness of them feeling wonderful against his roughened hands. His fingertips grazed her hardened nipples and he smirked, concentrating his movements on teasing them until she was once again writhing. "Are you still going to tell me to stop? That your movements are from pain and disgust even as I hold your heavy breasts and tight nipples?"

Without giving her a chance to fight him he placed his hands on the small of her back and marched her towards the bed. When her legs came in contact with the mattress he continued to push until her upper body bent over the top. He saw that she tried to right herself but he stopped her attempt by moving up behind her, pressing his firm erection against her rear. At her loud gasp, he chuckled. "You see? I'm enjoying this little game as much as you are so there's no reason not to let go and enjoy yourself."

And he was. Something about how he was pressed against her as she was bound and bent over the bed was driving him wild. He wouldn't rape her, he was above that, but he couldn't deny how much he wanted her at this moment.

'I can't believe how good this feels. No, come on, girl, pull yourself back to reality and put an end to this. You're a strong, brilliant woman in her prime. You have an image to uphold with the public that not only reflects your self-worth but the company's itself. Not to mention you have a loving boyfriend. It doesn't matter if it feels good, it's wrong.' Her decision made, she calmly decided to talk herself out of the situation.

"I don't know how things are done in space, Vegeta, but here on Earth this type of 'game' is considered wrong, so…" Vegeta seemed to ignore her words and instead focused on lightly tracing her arching spine with his tongue and grinding his pelvis into hers, the dual feelings making her temporarily lose her train of thought, "S-So please untie me." Her plea was once again answered with a sharp nip to the skin covering her shoulder blade. Her cry of pain was cut short as he gently soothed the area with a swipe of his tongue which, to her shock, made her sigh in relief. "A-At least take this o-off so I can see."

"Weren't you the one crying out that the mask shouldn't be taken off?"

"That was a movie, Vegeta, it's completely different."

"How?"

"What do you mean how? It was fictional and this is real life, how much different can you get?"

Vegeta's body heat disappeared from hers and she couldn't hold back the groan of disappointment at the loss. Her groan was quickly replaced with a yelp as she felt him not only twist the fabric binding her but also aggressively pull her back into a standing position.

"That doesn't change the fact that you didn't want her to take his mask off, Woman," he growled in her ear. "Are you telling me that if you saw the same situation in real life that you wouldn't feel the same way?"

She froze against him as his words struck her. He was completely right. "You're right. It was wrong of me to believe that Christine should accept something she couldn't see and it was wrong to be upset with her for being afraid of what Erik actually looked like. Anyone would react the way she did."

There was a pause and it must have been that her vision was gone and being unable to see his reactions that made waiting for him to respond even more nerve racking.

"Anyone would react like she did… because it was wrong?"

"Y…," he answer was cut off by him twisting the fabric more, the joints at her elbows shaking with strain now. "Y-yes."

"Does that include yourself? If you were in her situation, with the man you desired, and you saw his true form would you also throw away your feelings in fear and disgust?"

It was obvious that Vegeta's reasoning for her wanting this was based on what he had seen when he found her watching the movie. It was on the tip of her tongue to answer back 'Of course I would!' and have him admit defeat but she couldn't force the lie past her lips.

"See, when you're honest with yourself you can't hide the fact that you still wanted the character to fall for the deformed man, despite the fact that everyone else would drawn back in fear." Bulma nearly chuckled when Vegeta unintentionally used a lyric from the musical version of the story to describe most people's reactions to the phantom. "And the reason Christine did the same was because she was taught to, that she shouldn't accept or love something that is deemed wrong from the public's eyes."

Bulma gasped as she realized what was going on, how his words not only described the movie but also the situation they were in right now.

"Do you understand now, Woman?" He asked as he let go of her binding and ran his fingers along her sore elbows, massaging them lightly. "The only thing preventing you from enjoying this game of ours is your false perception of what is right and wrong that the world decided for you. And because you fear your 'mask' being removed and the world being disgusted at your true form, you cry out and desperately try to keep the mask on."

Starstruck? No, blindsided. Yes blindsided was the best way to describe how she felt right now. Vegeta had come out of nowhere and in a single instant described who she really was better than she could have herself.

"But that's painful isn't it? To only have someone accept you for your 'mask'. To forever hide your true self in order to not be deemed wrong by the world. Wouldn't you rather stop covering up the truth and show who you really are? Ah, but that's impossible, isn't it? Because the world also wears a mask and would deem the one not wearing one as wrong."

Her body sagged in defeat. 'He's right. I-I want this feeling. I crave it, but no one, Yamcha especially, would understand.'

"Which is why I'm here; enjoying what the world deems wrong… because in reality I know it is right," he seductively whispered in her ear, "just like you do."

Had her throat always been this tight or was it just because his voice made her body so taut with expectation. 'I know it feels right but it's still wrong… isn't it?' She once again tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "Please… untie me."

There was another pause before she felt him sigh with disappointment and move away. "You aren't tied up, Woman. The fabric is just wrapped around your wrists. All you have to do is let go."

'Seriously? He hadn't tied her and the only thing keeping her in this uncomfortable position was her own hands tightly gripping the fabric?' She frowned as she loosened her grip slightly noticing that the tension on her wrists eased slightly as well. 'Well whatever, let go and deal with him now.'

Despite her knowing that she could remove the tieback at any time, letting her not only ease the pain but also see again, she found herself not wanting to let go. It was as if removing the fabric would be the same as putting her forced mask back on… and it shocked her how much that thought bothered her.

She jumped a little when she felt Vegeta press up against her again, his hands smoothly running along her stomach and up to her breasts. "What's wrong? You know that you can be free at anytime so why are you still bound?" He asked while gently pinching and rubbing her sensitive nipples. "Perhaps that was the problem; that you were being forced into the situation instead of willingly playing the game?" Though it was said aloud and in the form of a question, Bulma realized that Vegeta was talking to himself more than to her. "Yes that makes sense; the fear of being raped was always present but now that that fear is gone, will you be more accepting? If you're done denying then I don't have to punish you anymore. After all, I did tell you before that if you tell the truth," he paused he words as he moved one hand past her stomach, rubbing her in a way that made her moan and her eyes rollback, "I will reward you."

Bulma was panting again but the feel of his hand rubbing her through her nightgown before moving down to grab the hem made her forget about not wanting him to see her beg.

She was about to ask for more when a sharp knock on the door interrupted made them both stiffen.

"Bulma, sweetie, are you okay?" Her Mother. She had completely forgotten about her previous screaming and loud moans. Of course someone would come to investigate and see if she was okay.

Reluctantly Bulma let go of the tieback completely instantly feeling the fabric move away from her wrists and eyes. She turned to see Vegeta for the first time during this 'game' but found her room empty, only the loose curtain fluttering in the wind as proof that he had actually been there in more than just spirit. 'Is it wrong to want more? Or is it… alright?'

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