A/N: I don't remember what this was called, other than the title. Well anyway, this is the first one I corrected, God's it was badly written and fixed up for your enjoyment. I recommend you being a mature adult before starting to read this. I am warning you now.

-Setting A/U: Goku/Chi-Chi, no spoilers have fun piecing together what I wrote ;)

I warned you.

Chi-Chi stalked up the stairs to her walkway, never breaking her pace as she all but shoved past the attendant who barely had a moment to open the door for her. She was almost racing up the stairs, throwing open the double doors to her room with the force of a tornado. She spun around and slammed the door shut and crossed the open suite, passing through the kitchen and other necessities, she swung open the doors to her private master bedroom.

Chi-Chi kicked off her shoes as she made her way to the bathroom connecting to her bedroom. Shedding her dress quickly. Chi-Chi felt a shower would do well to remove the smell of the boardroom and expensive cologne from her skin and hair, as well as any evidence of her growing frustration that had been building all day. She didn't want to linger to long under the spray, her skin would prune up bad if she over did it as she simply washed herself down with a Loofa and some soap.

She came out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around her torso, making her way towards her own vanity. She stopped half way there she realized the shadow upright across the bedroom as the evening washed over the figure. Her eyes shot up as she saw Goku lounging in the balcony doorway, his back resting against the frame as his eyes looking towards her.

Her body was hit full force with lust as she raked over his body, the bare chest that almost glistened in the moon light. He was wearing only a pair of khaki's and nothing else. As they hung just loose enough over his hips and over something else. How could she have thought he'd leave her? It was apparent by his presence that he must've felt her return and that emotion almost made her knees buckle.

The zipper was not even done, a thin button, barely held back the dark shadow underneath. She couldn't help but lick her lips the sight of his well chiseled stomach, his abs practically demanded she press her tongue and lips against it. His hands were behind his head, pressing his bulging chest muscles under that tan skin. Her longing eyes flowed up to his shoulders and into his eyes that just watched her with an amused look.

He knew.

"You are late. I don't like to be kept waiting." Goku's husky voice almost caressed her body intimately.

Chi-Chi shook her head. "It couldn't be helped; they are just broken idiots who can't last a day without me."

She moved slowly towards to the near side of the bed. His eyes watching as her hands slid up her towel and around the thin clasp holding it together, her face reddening with lust as she knew he was watching. She slowly pulled apart the edges of her towel, holding it up and away from her, allowing it to be a white backdrop to highlight her beauty.

Goku's eyes looked up and down her bare body, she knew he liked her body and he enjoyed her nakedness even more. She let the towel drop, her hands slowly moved up and over her flat stomach avoiding the areas she was not allowed to touch, because that's what he was only allowed to do.

Her breathing increased and her breasts were almost swelling and heaving with strain. Her mounds were pert and the pink nipples hardened without her touch, the burning heat of his gaze arousing her more than any man ever could.

Her breasts ached, leaving her hands frustrated as she desired to cup them in her palms to alleviate the pain. Her fingers flickered over her stomach as she ran her fingers down her midriff to the slight patch of hair above her folds. Goku's eyes unblinking as he watched it all, he knew what she wanted and his own lust was proudly showing beneath his pants. Chi-Chi urged him to come to her, she was crying out for him.

Goku grinned and slowly moved across the room like a panther, coming just in front of her. Her heart rate spiking faster as she found herself unable to breath. She whined, her hand reaching up to him, crying, pleading, desperately wanting to his hard flesh beneath her touch.

His hand snatched her wrist, wrapping tightly around her. Her eyes pained and begging as she looked into his immobile features. His dark eyes watched her with subtle movement.

"You should know your place, you never touch your master without your permission." He hissed, his low raspy voice warning her. Her eyes widened at his words and then she found herself shoved forcefully back onto the bed. She bounced twice, her breasts jiggled tempting him as she leaned up on her elbows. Her eyes pleading upwards at the breathtaking man who towered over her.

"Please… I can't bare it. Forgive me." She cried, her voice a mewling cry. His lips raised in a condescending grin as he looked at her bared beauty laid out before him. Her breasts swelling with every breath and her exposed hips pressed nicely into the sheets. He could already smell the thick crying arousal wafting up from her sex, the pink head exposed from her folds.

"If you want forgiveness, then entertain me my slave." Chi-Chi breathed in deeply, she needed him now and she could never satisfy herself with what he was thinking, but he moved before she could even hope to voice her words. His hand popped free the last button on his pants, his pants no longer back slid down around his sides. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her brown eyes trailing up to watch his satisfied smirk and the lust in his eyes.

She couldn't move and instead watched as his hand wrapped around his amazing length. With a single motion he stroked his hardening erection, tempting her with dark promises and daring her to disobey his words to reach up and wrap her own hand around it. She glanced back up at him and she knew that was his game, she would never be able to touch him, but he wanted a show. He wanted her to show her forgiveness, and let her earn his touch. Even if she was his, she knew that her body felt much better than his fist ever would.

She laid back on the bed, her hand finding her well aching erogenous zones without pause. One hand teasing her breast as she flicked her tongue out over one peak while the other slid down between her legs. Almost instantly relief and pleasure flooded her and behind half lidden eyes he watched as Goku pleased himself in rhythm with her fingers. She raised up her body, waiting for him to come to her so she could cradle his body. Her toes curled in the sheets as she arched against her own hand.

"Spread them." He demanded his words in a thick growl, which she was more than happy to comply with. Placing her heels on the bed and opened her knees wide, allowing him to see every fine detail of her.

"More." His tone thicker and heavier as his hand increased pace Chi-Chi's eyes watching as she spread her feet apart as far she could do.

He climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down the section. His thick shaft criminally close to her core and she couldn't help the slight buck of her heels towards him. But he rocked back away from her as he continued to match pace with Chi-Chi's frenzied hand against her flesh.

Chi-Chi panted with thick heavy breaths as she was being denied the feel of his heavy weight on her. She needed to have him touching her breasts, his breath over her neck and his mouth over each aching nipple. Her body couldn't take this torture and she had to ask.

"Pl… Please I need it." She begged between pants as she pleasure built inside of her ready to tear free from inside of her.

"Why should I?" His harsh words echoed in the room as he continued to please himself, he braced one arm to the side of her body as he leered over her. Chi-Chi's high pitched cry of desire escaped her throat as she thrashed her head from side to side in despair. How could he do this to her? She didn't deserve this.

Goku was just inches above her as he braced down on his elbow. His hot breath just a faint tingle against her collar bone as she arched upwards towards him but did not, no matter how aching she was to just pull him down atop her. He was faster than she, and if she played any games she would be punished severely, she dared not to touch his flesh so she had to remain beneath him.

The pleasure broke and the riot of sensations that came next as she arched off the bed as she came against her fingers. She heard Goku's tearing growl and through her haze of pleasure she felt the hot spurt over her flat stomach and breasts. The smell of sex filed the air, covering both of them. Her orgasm having kept its grip on her for a few minutes as she was panting heavily. Her eyes looking up into his dark ones.

"Forgive me… Please." She cried, his denial hurting her and it was evident in her voice and eyes.

Goku shook his head down at her and cruelly whispered. "Why would I forgive you? You never addressed me once when I came back slave?" He countered as Chi-Chi gasped.

That single word…

That simple thing…

What she had given up for him.

Chi-Chi slammed the door to her office. She was frustrated, angered, and downright frustrated. Her father's words burned into her, as well of that of her rival. Bulma Briefs! The richest and prudent snob in the world nothing ever good enough for her. The girl's father had given her everything! She worked hard, from a broken castle and on her own willpower to become the best. That Bitch!

She glared at all of the imbeciles who all dove for offices and desks to avoid her. She grabbed the chair in her office and slammed it against the wall splintering the red wood without finding any satisfaction.

She was supposed to be working. But every time she had started on a project, Bulma's laughing face would appear and send her into a fury of cursing and anger. She couldn't stand the thought of working beneath her. That she had reached this point in her life only to have her father tell her that this was just a business deal, that the offer proposed by Capsule corp was too much to ignore anymore. Truly it was, the price as twice what Chi-Chi would've asked for but it was still insulting to be bought out and she refused to be 'happy'. She just remained in her office unable to form a coherent thought.

It wasn't just business… no her father had gone over her head far too many times. He had been trying to get her! Married! Hah like she Chi-Chi Mao would ever dare to marry a man! Men were beneath her, she was a beautiful woman, a strong woman, and a proud woman. She had been using her wiles of sexuality to great lengths for her own advancement but never would she let a man touch her intimately. She saw what the world had turned Bulma Briefs into, a glitzy smiling debutante princess with a prince for a husband. She was not going to get attached, she had seen what her father had tried to do. Set her up with nice men, lawyers, scientists, and other snobs to attract her attention. They were all forgettable. They only desired her money and looks and never her. It was why she detested men.

She heard the condescending words of her peers, even if they were just in her head. She knew them all to be true.

"She's just an ice queen."

"That woman doesn't like anyone."

"She'd only date a guy she had whipped up to a post."

"I bet she doesn't even like sex."

Chi-Chi couldn't take the words ringing through her mind. Everything she had done was stressful, she had pushed herself to be on top and it consumed her life. She didn't have the privilege of going out and blowing off steam like some floozy at a local bar. She was Chi-Chi! She had a reputation, an ever present face in the media. She had built herself this lifestyle and she wouldn't just concede it to being a puppet. She had become a prisoner of her own success, and no one would willingly shackle themselves to her.

She tried to recollect herself breathing slowly until she now felt another presence in the room. She had been angry to notice, to infuriated to be able to focus. It was behind her, and any normal day would've noticed but today was the day she lost control. A monster beneath her skin had come out in front of someone. Not the well-crafted woman she presented.

She turned to face the other person in the room, and they could see the flustered anger, along with something else. She stilled, her mind going blank as she realized the person was a he and he was leaning back against a chair close to the wall. His body covered in a sheen of sweat, running down his hair. He wasn't bothering with clothes, the hot sweat running down his chest.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" She screamed through clenched teeth, knowing that her office was in no way sound proof.

He smirked at her from his seat, having enjoyed the show, one hand idly stroking the fine red wood chair arm while the other was running along his length.

"I came for you, my slave." He purred, his heavy lidded eyes filled with lust.

"I don't know who the fuck you are! But you are clearly insane." Chi-Chi exploded as she realized what his hand was doing. His clothes set off the side discarded roughly some time ago, apparently he hadn't been waiting long for her. Her eyes looking at this sweaty form and his musky scent filled her senses. His thick hard length jutted up between his strong fingers and she could look at his tan skin.

Her eyes snapped back up to his almost feral features, her mouth gapping in open disgust. "You perverted bastard get out before I throw you out!" she whipped back to move to her desk and grab her phone.

He laughed at her, his amusement at her shock and outrage in his dark eyes. Making Chi-Chi stiffen as she turned back to watch him.

The sound faded away, and intensity returned to his coal black eyes. He kept his gaze on her as he continued to watch her, his hand continuing its work. Chi-Chi couldn't control the rush of her heat that hit her loins that made her deprived flesh feel heavy and ripe. He stretched backwards letting her see the rippling muscles exposing in front of her.

"Get on your hands and knees, my slave," He ordered, his hand still moving as he watched her.

Chi-Chi glared at him. Just what kind of fucking fool was this?

"I don't think so. I am not some floozy! Put your clothes back and get the hell out I don't want anything from a sick pervert like you!" She turned her back on him as she grabbed the phone ready to call for security. How he had gotten in here, why no one had told her she had someone waiting and more importantly whoever the sick man was need to go. It also didn't help the bastard was one sexy bastard, with her own frustrations she didn't need this now.

"That's too bad. I saw the earlier show you provided for me," His voice was tauntingly silky and Chi-Chi could feel the way it wrapped around her. "I like women like you, they are perfect slaves. But I guess you can enjoy yourself alone… I mean you do have such luck with other males."

She whirled around, her hands tightly clenched as her checks were completely red with anger. "I don't give a fuck! I am Chi-Chi Mao and I don't need some sex starved wolf like you dare to insult me. I don't need anyone to be the best."

The man shrugged indifferently, his muscular form rippling. "I Can leave. I'm sure that you have some ladies in your office that might be more receptive." He was grinning lecherously at her, and she blinked what in the hell was with this guy?

His lips then turned down almost sadden, and his dark eyes looked at her with fire. "But I only like spirited ones, with black hair… They are the only slaves I like. Though I suppose you will enjoy all those little thoughts of yours. Keeping this façade up when all you really want…" His voice trailed off as he teasingly slowly stood up. "Is someone like me."

"How dare you!" She hissed, looking him square in the eyes. His eyebrow raised up, mockingly, his hand never stopped as he slowly moved towards her.

When he didn't reply, Chi-Chi almost choked on her own tongue in rage. "Do you even know who the fuck I am? I don't need anyone! I have more money than you will ever see in a three lifetimes. How dare you say that to me!" She spat in a rage.

He smiled languidly at her, his ivory fangs flashing in the sunlight that pierced her drawn curtain windows. "You are just another slave, a very disrespectful one… one that feeds off success and can't stand when she is unable to cope with failure."

Chi-Chi stomped her foot in outrage leaning up towards him. "I am no one's slave!" She shoved her finger almost into his face forcefully. "It's dimwits like you who are the slaves. If I want to fuck some stupid man like you, then we'd fuck because I told you to!"

His black eyes hardened and narrowed, and Chi-Chi's face went scarlet at her words. She hadn't meant to lose control and say that. Really she hadn't. His mouth cocked into a smirk leaning back slightly from her. His biceps bulged as she saw that gleaming sweaty physique showed off to her. He was giving her a perfect view of his body and his manhood, all of it screamed male testosterone and it was all in her mind.

"Would you? With how much you smell like a bitch in heat. You could say so now, but a slave like you would never do that." He taunted, his voice merciless and cruel as Chi-Chi dragged her eyes away from his tempting flesh, locking his dark gaze. She could see a challenge in his eyes.

He was mocking her for her lack of success with any man. Her last date had been a train wreck. Her father providing failure after failure leaving her all back at square one. She was sexually frustrated and unable to be in a position where she was not in control.

She was out of her comfort zone, but as she stood there the room growing silent as she contemplated her situation. She had no idea who this man was, everything was more resentful than she could've imagined. She wasn't a weak willed person either. But he was pushing her in a direction she didn't even know was possible.

His thick fingered hand slid up his shaft again, his thumb flicking over his tip to show her his glistening juices. Her nipples had hardened and amazingly her mouth flooded with saliva. If she didn't know better she would be looking at a healthy serving of meat.

Prime, Grade A sexy male beefcake.

"Fine, I will," She spat with conviction as she shrugged off her jacket, throwing it to the floor. Ignoring the delicate ting of her five-hundred-dollar suit that clacked all over the wooden floor.

Chi-Chi knew this was a ploy perhaps, but she wasn't afraid. She had never backed down from a challenge and her own body had its own desires. What was one quickie in the office for her? She would break this man who was so arrogant without even trying then she'd ruin his life for the gall to dare come and mock her.

She watched the man's face for any flicker of movement as she undid her silk blouse. She unzipped her skirt, standing before him clad only in black lacy under things. He was unmoving, cold and hard, like a marble statue.

She stepped forward figuring she'd break him before it would require her to remove her undergarments. Though she felt slightly embarrassed standing in her office like this, her eyes glancing to the door to make sure it was locked. She came over to the luxury redwood chair. It was big enough for two people, and comfortable with fine leather. While used to impress clients, one was currently shattered into pieces and another held a mouthwatering male specimen.

Her hand reached out to touch his chest but wondering just how firm and conformed his muscles were but she went lower deciding to see just what his throbbing cock might feel like. He was massive, perhaps a reason for his own self-confidence but nothing that she couldn't handle. His warmth radiated out from him, she felt almost melting being so close to its heat. But before she could reach him, his fingers grabbed her wrist in a grip like a steel vise. He pulled her hand away but her closer, as she now had her knees touching against the leather, her nose almost touching his.

"Well, you said you'd fuck me. Get on with it." He snarled tossing her hand away.

Her eyebrow raised and her lip extended into a slight pout, what man wouldn't want her to touch him? Speaking of. "What's your name?" She asked in a neutral voice, her practiced poise able to remain calm even in this situation.

"Others call me Kakarot… but most call me Goku. Though just for you, you will call me Master." His lip turning into a taunting smirk. He moved his hands behind his head.

"I will call you fucking insane. You may look good Goku," her tone mocking but it had no effect on him. "But you don't know who you're dealing with."

"Just a simple ungrateful slave." He said making her growl and almost contemplate going back to her phone as her pulled back for a second. "Lost your spine, can't perform a simple fuck? How disappointing, I expected better."

She looked down for a minute, conflicted on what she should do. Goku was aching to kiss her soft skin and teasing red lips and he had nearly flinched when she had touched him. But he had to be patient, breaking a woman like this. Took time, and for a saiyan like him. He had plenty of it.

Chi-Chi was scared and exited. She could go through with it, fuck him and be done but, how could she do this? She was a woman of class she was and this was not what she would ever have in mind. She had a reputation, as her thoughts were being knocked around inside her. The raging voices of her employees and peers who saw her as nothing more than an ice-queen. A bitch who could never get laid.

She would show them, she'd make this man hers and show up everyone, that she could do anything! She was the best at everything! She gave in and braced her knees on either side of his. Pushing aside her undergarment now wishing she had taken it off, but her plans weren't going as expected, she positioned herself overtop him and slid his tip awkwardly into her, and she froze up as she looked at him. His expression unreadable, nothing changed or happened except a slight flexing of his forearms.

She placed a steading hand on his shoulders, the heat and velvety skin made her shudder. She thought to push further and she leaned closer, and pursed her lips for a kiss. Though a moment before she felt his lips a finger pressed against her chin. His head tilted to the side leaving her to stare at his jaw.

He watched her carefully from his eye, his brows furrowed concealing another other expression from her.

"This is a fuck remember, nothing more." He pushed her back as her hands slipped and her knees buckled. She let out a hiss as a sting of pain caused by her sliding down his length, tears welled up in her eyes.

"You, are too much," She whispered, looking away from his face and towards the doors to make sure they were locked.

"You are just too tight." He hissed in return. How the hell was this so damn torturous? He should've realized that she was tighter than a satin vice. He had come here to break her but damnit if he didn't want to grab her hips and bury himself all the way inside of her. He was supposed to do what no other male, had the balls to do and teach her a lesson. Of course he had been ordered to do this by his prince but… fuck if he didn't feel slightly cheated.

Her body shuttered and she gripped the top leather of her chair, nearly tearing clean through with her nails. Goku would love to reach out and ease her pain, to make her body melt around him. He had studied this female before coming and his prior experience would easily allow his hands and mouth would to find her hot spots. He wanted to her moan and cry, but he had a job to do first.

"Just pleasure yourself, slave. I suggest you stop wasting time." He said locking his hands behind his head. Her body stiffened at such a rejection, increasing the pain as she squeezed around him.

"Stop calling me a slave, you know my name," She growled back but less heat than normally. She had more pressing matters to deal with than his attitude.

Goku's eyes flickered, his lips turning into a grin making her want to lean up and kiss those lips. "You are my slave," he all but said with pure conviction.

"Bastard," She hissed back, getting nothing for her efforts as she slid down further. He was so thick, and so big she believed that she couldn't fit him. He was already at her limit and not even half of him was inside of her.

She could do this, she told herself as she shrugged off her bra and turned her hands on herself. Caressing her breasts, teasing her nipples. She arched back Goku's body sliding better into position to allow her to stay balanced overtop him. She rested against his thigs, the heat between their bodies building.

Chi-Chi finally relaxed, her body loosening as she concentrated on her own pleasure, instead of how uncomfortable and awkward the situation was. Her folds slickened, and Goku went a little further. Her hand slipped down her body, finding her already demanding clit.

Goku watched with a held breath as she touched herself. Her breasts swelled, and redden peaks thrust out between her fingers as her head rolled back. Her perfectly black hair around her neck swaying tantalizing around her head, only enhanced by the light paleness of her skin.

Chi-Chi finally came to rest down his shift, each agonizing inch finally coming in bits as her body accepted his intrusion. Her fingers furiously teasing her body as Goku closed his eyes, marveling at the sensation of her wet, firm body holding him. Finally, her pelvis met his as she had taken all of him. Chi-Chi released a breath, her muscles squeezing together. She had never been so filled, she could feel his tip in her womb. Goku opened his eyes meeting her stare. His features bland, finding such amusement in her reaction because he seemed to bored with the action so far.

She held tightly onto his shoulders, and he allowed her soft touch as she lifted herself from him to slowly ride back down again. He clenched his teeth together, never breaking his gaze from hers. His fingers locked tightly together, afraid that if he moved them he would lose control and let his female claim victory over him.

Chi-Chi's body relaxed, her rhythm focused. He could feel her body clenching as he slipped in and out of her with greater ease. She continued her pace for a few long moments, but his body barely tensed. Chi-Chi felt the seat line from her hairline down her back. Her thighs, trained, and well-toned from hours of athletics and fitness were starting to tremble from fatigue. She gripped his shoulders tighter, she was frustrated that she was so close but he was barely reacting.

She might be able to come, she could feel it, her body was seething and burning from her hips. She could feel pleasure from every inch of her core, but still she could not find that satisfying release, that she would be wanting. She needed more, she wanted to feel this man break underneath her fingers and beg for her to let him release. But he didn't break he watched her with half interested eyes as she rode him.

Why wouldn't he beg? Why wouldn't he touch her? How could any man with her not even act as if she wasn't a beautiful woman riding them to pleasure? It was so frustrating, though she knew this was his game the entire time. He had played her so well, teased her. Pushed her. This mystery man called Goku who had swept her up into something so deplorable but so needed by her.

She was in her office, fucking a man she had barely met and having the most intense and amazing sex of her life and yet it was lacking something. He wasn't doing a damn thing! It made her angry as she needed him to acknowledge her, as the woman giving him such pleasure to hear him call out her name and touch her body.

She slipped her hands closer to his neck but his hands shot out from behind grabbing her wrists tightly. Her pleading brown eyes met his disinterested black ones and it almost made him falter.

"I need you," She whispered against him. Her nipples barely feeling the teasing graze of his hard muscular chest. Her face now so close to his able to taste his breath one her tongue.

"What do you need from me slave?" He whispered back, his warm teasing breath almost kissing her lips.

She ignored his jest, her entire body centered around him. Getting him to acknowledge her, make him see her and touch her. "Embrace me, hold me, damnit touch me."

"No." He said calmly but a harsh rejection enough to make her feel as if she had been slapped. Her eyes began to burn with tears, the sting of being rejected so easily that she didn't even feel his fingers wrapping tightly around her wrists.

"Please," she asked with a ragged breath. Her body shuddered around his, and Goku had to lock his failing willpower into resisting just a bit more. Struggling to remain indifferent despite everything.

"Of course… but you have to do something first," his black eyes bored into hers, she could feel the air almost get chilly at his tone.

"Name it." Her head cocking to the side as she watched his body ripple underneath her. Chi-Chi licked her lips, that right now she would probably pay any price to get this man to make her feel even better, she had been craving something like this for over three years.

"Call me Master, That's all." His eyes met hers with a deadly challenge and Chi-Chi's jaw sagged open.

"I can't," She gasped with wide eyes. His hands tightened around her wrists, disnatly she probably knew that there were going to bruises there tomorrow. He pushed her away, his heat and touch almost gone, his eyes boiling over angrily.

"Then finish up, I'm not in the mood for such a bad slave." He snarled angrily, and Chi-Chi stiffened. Her hips stopped, his length still buried inside of her, their bodies one for a few fleeting moments.

She stared at him, could she do that? Willingly give up such a simple but powerful word of submission? Her thoughts reminded her of how she imagined everyone would see her, a woman who couldn't do anything without being in total control an ice-queen, control freak, who was unable to control her emotions to enjoy the simple act of having sex.

She looked down at their bodies. Chi-Chi Mao, the woman who never settled for anything less than the best, always on top, always running every single aspect of her life. Was she always going to be like this? Forever destined to be the one to doing the fucking. She closed her eyes not willing to look Goku in the face directly as she felt a tear run down her face in anguish. Her lips slowly parted as she wanted to speak, her chest heaving along with her panting breath.

She mumbled something incoherent, and Goku looked directly into her face that refused to look back. Her lips opened up again, and Goku's body felt a rush of anticipation.

"M...Ma" She stammered her eyes opening to look into his eyes.

"Mast….Mast." She paused, and he watched this struggle within her, he could feel it vibrate out form her body from her emotions.

"Master."

That simple word, yes such a simple word that changed her life forever. Now she remembered why he had not touched her, why he refused to act. She hadn't respected her master.

"I'm sorry Master… Forgive this slave." She whispered her eyes looking back at his which calmed, a pleased smile spilling over his lips.

He shoved her down forcefully with one hand, his touch against her searing as soon his entire body was now pressed against her. "Again!" He demanded.

"Master! My Master Please your slave!" She cried out begging him, as his tongue thrust inside her mouth. His hands slid up the underside of her thighs. He cupped her healthy cheeks in his palms, lifting her off the bed effortlessly. Without breaking his kiss, he shoved his entire hard cock inside of her.

She gripped his thickness with ease, her already slickened passage gripped around him with pleasure. Her hands warping around the back of his neck finding comfort in his thick tresses of hair. She squeezed herself tighter against his body, pressing her breasts against his chest to be nearly flattened. She deepened their kiss, tasting his entire essence. His hands so tight against her ass, she would never be let go.

It had taken longer, it had been so much time but she had given in to her mysterious saiyan lover. She had been so afraid of giving up her power, but truthfully she would forever be the all-powerful bitch in a boardroom meeting. On the dancefloor and social gatherings, she was a raven haired beauty. She could dominate every single aspect of her life and in it. But when she came home, she felt alive and fulfilled. Everything else was secondary to her nights coming home to her master. She would be his and only his while held in powerful arms. Because in the end if everything else was taken away, it was still just the two of them.

Goku's antics might be to make her call him master, but his actions meant more than just her being a submissive slave girl in the bedroom. He wanted only her, and only her. Bulma Briefs had her Prince Vegeta, she had the aloof and youthful Goku and it was she that he wanted. No other woman would do. He might be cruel, and teasing with her at times, but at the end of every night when she fell asleep it would be his body beside hers, it was Chi-Chi the woman that he kissed and loved.

Every single thrust broke their heated kiss as she cried out, she couldn't catch her breath as he stole it away with every heart pounding thrust of his hips. She whined, her hot breath lapping at his sweaty nape.

His hand's slid upwards drawing her legs over his shoulders. The angle so perfect that she could barely allow him to be inside of her, the pressure so intense upon her it was maddening but she could only look up into his black eyes that spoke to her core and heart.

"That's my girl…" His words laid claim to her like a cattle brand, making her skin burn under his gaze and goosebumps to pop up all over her arms.

It might be demeaning to some women, but she wasn't giving up herself for nothing. In the end no matter if she was his slave and he owned her. It meant the return, she owned him. She was fulfilled in the bedroom by him and only him, no one else could give her what she needed and no matter what she would never, ever give it up.

"You are mine, always."

His own declaration burned within the desire of her eyes. They were both master and slave, man and woman, lovers together.

He squeezed her ass tighter, thrusting into her with such vigor Chi-Chi's head arched off the bed with her hands trying to push herself up and against him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she listened the crackle of his ki. Feeling the warmth gathering at the pressure of their hips

The warm air building as his mouth kissed across her skin. The heating ball of growing inside of her. Goku's chest rumbled against her, and it excited her further.

Then the world went white as she felt light, energy, and emotion speed through every inch of veins, turning the already pleasure inducing experienced into a mind numbing one. Her mouth hung open, so much ecstasy filled her veins. She went limp. Her entire body held up by Goku as she could only feel in that instant.

She returned to her body, perhaps several minutes later as the pleasure passed. They collapsed together, Goku rolled to the side his ram now around her back as he pressed her against him. Goku only breathing quickly through his nose, trying to show that he was not as affected by the effect of their climax in vain. Chi-Chi didn't care and panted heavily and loudly. After a minute she let her hand slide down his wrist and gently interlaced her fingers with his. She waited still panting for his acceptance and relaxed when his hand folded with hers.

She was his, and he was hers. Their own private heaven.

Together.

So yeah, if you read this and liked it. Probably will find more thrown up here as I get around to it.

IF not, probably not a good idea to keep reading.

MB