InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Love of a Hanyou ❯ The Love of a Hanyou- Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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The Love of a Hanyou

 

Chapter 11

 

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Kagome sat quietly in her room trying her best to concentrate on the bit of school work in front of her but she found herself reading the same line over and over again. The more that she stared at the numbers, the more they appeared to be nothing more than swirling images on paper, dancing in place and making her head ache.

Who was she kidding? There was no way that she could focus on algebra right now, not when her mind was locked on a certain hanyou and his ever increasingly weird behavior.

Tossing her pen aside in defeat, she got up and trudged her way across the room to lie across the bed, her arm resting over her eyes. Almost as though waiting for that exact moment when she closed her eyes, a very vivid image of Inuyasha wearing nothing but a wicked smirk appeared to tantalize.

She could feel the fierce blush that heated her face, remembering what they had done earlier and what they had done all this week.

Groaning loudly, she huffed with irritation. She knew that the reason that she couldn't stop thinking about him had more to do with the sudden turn their relationship had taken. Not to mention the fact that there hadn't been anytime for either of them, specifically her, to sit and talk about it.

She wanted to know what he was thinking, what her place in his life now was since it had seemed to have changed. They needed to talk about this new intimacy that had suddenly sprung up between them and if he really meant to take her as his mate. However, knowing Inuyasha, he would more than likely just sit there and grunt in that all typical male fashion that all men seemed born with.

Staring up at the ceiling, she grinned widely. In the years since having met the very taciturn hanyou, she had never imagined that she would fall in love with him or that maybe he might even return those feelings.

She had come to the conclusion that he would always have feelings for Kikyo and that he would never have any place in his heart for her. Instead, rather than sulking in the background for lost love she had settled for just wanting to be with him as a friend.

Despite that resolve to never force him to choose, she had always had a lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, eventually he would come to see her as something a bit more than a friend.

She missed him now and wished that he were here. She hadn't wanted to be around a great may people but she had always felt his presence keenly, lurking at the edge of her peripheral conscience.

Glancing at the clock at her bedside for what felt like the hundredth time, she realized that he had been gone for a whole four hours. As a matter of fact he had been spending a lot more time away from her in the past few days but today he had been gone longer than he usually was.

Today of all days was not a good one for him to be away, not when she had questions that had been boiling up and simmering inside of her. She hoped that he wasn't hurt or anything, Where was he?

How dared he leave her like this? He should've known that she would worry and fret, wasn't it always like that. Didn't he know that she would've sat just as she was now, wondering where he was, just as she was doing knowing; wondering if he was safe, just as she was now.

 

She sighed in annoyance, she hated being left behind, hated waiting. He should've taken her with him. Didn't he know that her place was there at his side? Why did he always insist on doing everything alone? Because he was stubborn that's why, always leaving her to watch him from the sidelines.

When would he to get home? She thought to her self as she watched the small hand of the clock move onto five. For the past two days, he had spent a lot of time at the police station doing god knows what, because he never discussed it with her. That part of course was not due for a lack of trying on her part.

That was the funny thing about him. He had the largest mouth, could out talk and shout circles around anyone but when it came to certain things he could be more tight lipped than Sesshomaru.

Her musing thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of her bedroom door. She looked over towards it and watched as an obviously agitated Inuyasha strolled through it before he kicked it closed again. His face was set into stern lines, his dark brows fiercely drawn down, and golden eyes down cast in deep thought. His arms were folded against his chest and he paid not a bit of attention to his surroundings.

 

 

She briefly wondered if he even knew that she was in the room that was just how deep his contemplation seemed to be. Kagome shifted her weight so that she kneeled in the bed and clasped her hands together in her lap, resigning herself to waiting for him to speak.

 

 

She was not altogether surprised when Inuyasha began to pace about her room. This was an action that she had become used to in all the time that she had known him. He was never still, always moving, doing something.

 

 

However his instinctively seeking her out, never even bothering to utter more than a grunt of acknowledgement before pacing about was a new development in the past few months. She had always thought it cute, that he seemed to only be able to do his deep thinking when she was around. Almost as though she were the one to help bring his mind to state of peace and that she didn't mind one bit.

 

 

She watched him with admiring eyes as he moved about gracefully, occasionally raking his hand through his heavy bangs reminding her of a large panther pacing about in his cage. She watched the steady play of the muscles in his arms as they flexed, bunching and relaxing, his gait even and smooth. She could never quite stop marveling at how beautiful he was, each time striking her as though it were the first time that she had ever laid eyes on him.

 

 

She was snapped out of her dreamy daze when he suddenly turned and settled an intense stare at her. For a moment she saw briefly, flashes of intense emotion in those amber hued orbs. His face was vacant of all emotion except for his eyes that flashed hotly, sending a jolt of sexual excitement racing through her body. She instantly felt the liquid heat of her arousal pool between her thighs and she shifted uneasily, trying to ease the ache.

 

 

She flushed red when she peeked through the thick fringe of her dark lashes and caught the half smirk that he gave as his eyes trailed down her body to rest at the juncture of her legs.

 

 

He can smell me! She thought, quickly turning her head as the ruddy hue of her face got brighter when her mind flashed back to what had happened two mornings in this very same bed.

 

 

He took one slow step forward and then another until finally he stood directly in front of her, close enough that all she had to do was stretch out her hand to touch him. All of a sudden shy she didn't look up at him but instead stared down at her twiddling fingers, unsure of what to say to him.

 

 

She should have known better than to think that she could avoid his avid gaze because he merely bent forward at the waist and tipped her head up until their eyes collided, their noses brushing intimately against one another.

 

 

Her face must have been beet red at the moment because he grinned wickedly before pressing his face close to brush his lips gently across her own before abruptly releasing her and striding his way into her bathroom.

 

 

She imagined that her face showed her complete state of confusion. What had just happened? Inuyasha's attitude seemed to have taken an entire one-eighty turn in a direction that she had never imagined that it would go.

 

 

He was silent instead of raging at the top of his lungs; his state of mind calmer instead of in its usual state of freneticism. And of course since that day, he was much more amorous and affectionate than he usually was.

 

 

She had never imagined that he could be so `touchy- feely', randomly bussing her on her lips in front of her mother or even, abruptly crushing her against his chest when she happened to pass by him, passionately kissing her past the limits of her thinking capacity. There hadn't been a repetition of what had happened two days ago, but there had been plenty of occasions that had left her panting and nearly begging him for a repeat performance.

 

 

She doubted though that he would've obliged her because even though he had taking to touching her as much and as often as possible, he had never pushed her further than merely kissing and even going so far as seeming to have taken up permanent residence in her room.

 

 

He didn't even bother to make a pretense of going to his room anymore and instead came directly to her room, barging in on her in various states of undress as though it were his god given right!

 

 

Of course he didn't take her half naked form for granted because he would stare at her heatedly for as long as it took her to scramble into her clothes. Afterwards he would always toss a wicked half smirk at her before crawling his way into her bed, lying on his side with his back propped up against the wall and waiting patiently for her to join him.

 

 

She obviously had no idea of how to take this sudden rapid change in their relationship. It even looked as though she were the only one who even seemed to have noticed a difference because her mother never even blinked an eye whenever Inuyasha would abruptly yank her into his lap at the dinner table or even when he always suggested that they share one dinner plate and drinking glass. Well she was not the only one to be exact; grandpa was an altogether different story.

 

 

The old man had yelled in righteous indignation the first time it had happened but had settled down with low grumbles of protest after one stern glance from her mother. Even Souta barely glanced in their direction any more whenever he came across her in Inuyasha's lap in the recreation room, grazing his claws gently down her arms, across her bared thighs.

 

 

She looked over towards the closet and smiled tremulously at the definitely masculine clothes that hung at one side and the shoes that now took up residence beside her own. It was almost as though they were married she thought to herself, a warm feeling welling up inside her chest.

 

 

She loved him with all her heart and although he had not said anything and despite his actions she couldn't be sure whether he felt the same. He never spoke of Kikyo but she still very much played a prominent part in the back ground and would continue to be until the shikon jewel mission was finally over.

 

 

She was interrupted once again by the abrupt entry of said hanyou, who strode in with only a towel draped over his head and another that hung precariously low on his lean hips. She gaped at him in wide eyed wonder as he kicked the door shut behind him, rubbing his hair vigorously whilst making his way towards her.

 

 

Her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief as he sat on the edge of the bed and thrust her hair brush into her hand. She stared dumbly at it for awhile until she realized that he wanted her to brush his hair. Another new routine, she thought dazedly. Inuyasha had never relished close contact but it seemed now that all of a sudden he couldn't get enough of it.

 

 

 

Kagome sighed shakily before kneeling behind him and carefully ran the brush through his hair. He was so much taller than she was that she had to sit up higher to reach the top of his head and before long her arm began to ache. As if noting her discomfort, he slid off the edge of the bed and sat with his back against it.

 

 

She twiddled the end of the brush in her hands, biting her lip in consternation unsure of how to proceed before she swung her legs to lie on either side of him. A furious blush broke out on her face spreading down towards her neck at the compromising position that she had placed herself in and Inuyasha didn't make things any better for her.

 

 

Instead he leant back into her, readjusting him self so that he sat comfortably between her legs, his head resting on her right thigh.

 

 

“Um…Inu…” she stammered out.

 

 

“What are you waiting for woman? Get on with it, will you?” Inuyasha grunted as he closed his eyes. A little put out by his gruffness, Kagome set her self the task of brushing the tangles from his damp hair, the monotonous action of it gradually beginning to soothe her fragile nerves.

 

 

A long period of silence passed before her mind began to run along the lines of the mystery in what exactly Inuyasha did that continually drew him from her side day in and day out. Of course if was an act of futility to even try and drag the information from the dog eared man since he had proved to be more recalcitrant about anything that concerned her safety.

 

 

There had been little reported in the news both in the papers as well as on the seven o'clock news. Not to mention that she had hardly seen hide or tail of any sort of police uniforms in days except to see the young detective that came and collected Inuyasha every morning.

 

 

Whenever she had sought to find out any type of information from Inuyasha though, his jaw would harden and he would get that decidedly stubborn tilt to his head and absolutely refuse to answer her questions.

 

 

Sometimes he would take it even one step further and either completely change the subject or kiss her into a daze until the last thing on her mind was anything but what he spent his time doing.

 

 

The reminder of his underhanded tactics brought an angry flush to her pale face and incidentally caused her to pull just a little too hard on a very stubborn gnarl of hair that had her hanyou jumping up and yelping in pain, his hands clutching protectively over his head.

 

 

“Ouch! What's your problem woman? Are you trying to make me go bald or something?” he snarled out, pulling his hand away and glancing at it as if checking to make sure that his scalp wasn't bleeding.

 

 

Kagome, recovered from her shock, quickly rolled her large eyes at his antics and huffed out a breath of annoyance. Sometimes he can be such a baby, she thought to her self. A roaming thought that brought to mind the old adage that stated that all men were babies in the face of pain when pampered by their women.

 

 

She blushed furiously when she thought of her self as his woman. Shaking her head and clapping her palms repeatedly on her burning cheeks, she tried to focus her fractured thoughts on what Inuyasha was going on about.

 

 

“I'm sorry, could you say that again,” she asked when she looked up and noticed the expectant look on his face. He screwed up his nose at her, scoffed and then moved towards her bureau, yanking the top drawer open and riffling through it. It only took her a second to register that he was pawing through her delicates before she was up and shoving him to the side.

 

 

“What do you think you're doing?” she shouted, blushing as she pushed things back into place and slammed it shut.

 

 

“What do you mean what am I doing? Getting some clothes!” he glared at her with burning golden eyes. Those eyes that could draw you in, tempt you, demand that you submit and give up everything, eyes that fairly took her breath away.

 

 

And he noticed it, if the sudden droop of his lids were anything to go by. His nostrils flared as he took in the fragrance of her skin, his dark eyes, partially hidden by the ebony fringe of his lashes, glittered more golden than ever.

 

 

He leaned in closer to her, brushed her cheek with the back of one large dark hand, before winding a forefinger around a silky strand of hair tugging gently to bring her closer. She was helpless to resist the lure of the sensuality that pored out from him in overwhelming waves, a staunch slave to the erotic promise that glimmered in his wickedly beautiful eyes.

 

 

All thought concerning the underwear fled from her mind and she could think of nothing else except wanting to be closer to him. He gave her that little smirk that always sent shock waves rippling down her spine straight to her core before dipping his head lower.

 

 

His heavy lidded gaze swept over her face resting on the sensually pouting curve of her mouth and lingered there. The heated gaze left her trembling in anticipation and she let out a small whimper of dismay when he didn't draw any closer.

 

 

“Kagome…” he whispered hoarsely before he kissed her. He kissed her hard, demanding from her everything that she had. He left no quarter, sought to give her no mercy as he plundered the depths of her mouth, the bold sweep of his tongue leaving her no choice but to surrender to his mastery.

 

 

He stole breath form her, breathed in his own and then swept her into another mind shattering kiss that gave her little time for thought.

 

She could've cared less at the moment what was going in the world at that moment, all she knew was the dominating thrust on his tongue as she was wrapped up into a web of sensuality.

 

 

Sure fingers found their way under her shirt, under her bra where he boldly laid claim to her body. His steady hands kneaded and caressed her breast, plucked repeatedly at the nipples causing them to harden and strain towards him.

 

 

He gave a growl of satisfaction when she brought her hands up to wrap around his strong neck, her small hands clutching the silvery strands of his hair.

 

 

When suddenly he pulled away from her she cried out in dismay, only to sigh in relief when he returned again after pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it the side. When she felt the rough callus of his palms against her bared flesh she gasped and threw her head back in wild abandon.

 

 

He took advantage of the view that she bared and placed his hungry mouth against the sweet curve of her shoulder, biting and nipping at the sensitive flesh.

 

 

She shivered in sensual delight, wriggling her breasts against him, loving the feel of the heat that radiated from the wide expanse of his hard chest against her puckered nipples. She pressed closer and tilted her head back some more to allow him more room as he nibbled his way up to her earlobe, where he nipped it before sucking it into his mouth to soothe the sting.

 

 

“Ah Kagome, what you do to me,” he murmured against her ear, the warm draft of his breath sending another shiver down to her core. His hands drifted from the heavy thrust of her breasts, over her trembling shoulders, down the smooth curve of her back and over the attractive curve of her bottom. He squeezed her there, pulled her hard against the hard jut of his penis and growled in pure male satisfaction when she melted again him.

 

 

He brought his mouth to hers again and gave her another one of his long, slow, wet kisses that robbed her of all senses, before lifting her up, wrapping both of her long legs around him, and walking towards the bed, never once breaking away from the kiss. He twisted about so that his back was to the bed before they both fell onto it in a tangle of limbs.

 

 

Kagome moaned at the renewed pressure of his erection against her and she wriggled against the hard bulge causing them both to moan out loud. He rolled over so that he was on top, before stripping away his towel and tossing it over his shoulder as he had done with her top.

 

 

With that done he place a finger inside the band of her pants and tugged it down in one fluid motion along with her panties, giving it the same treatment as the other clothes.

 

 

Strong muscular legs straddling her legs, he sat up and gazed down at her with smoldering golden eyes, before dipping his head again to her breast. She moaned again and clutched his head to her. He shook free of her hold, grabbing her wrists and locking them to her sides.

 

 

He smiled and then strung a slow, erotic line of kisses down her abdomen, dipping his hot wet tongue into the valley of navel. Her breath hitched into her throat before releasing on a shuddering breath when he gave her one gentle kiss to that spot just above her pubic hair.

 

 

He gave another her heated glance from under heavy brows before releasing both wrists and shifting lower, nuzzling his head against the softness of her stomach, his hands following the wet trail that his mouth had left behind.

 

 

“Kagome, I want you so badly. You don't know how long I've waited for you,” he rasped out, sitting up again and spreading her legs. He caressed the milk white flesh of her thighs, his hot gaze focused on her exposed core.

 

 

She wanted to cover her self but when she sought to do so, he gave an impatient toss of his head and growled at her. She closed her eyes in order to stave of the humiliation of his appraisal but it never came. Instead the image of his eyes focused on her most private place had her shivering, made her hot. She felt her self even now growing moist at the thought.

 

 

“Look at me woman! Don't ever turn away from me when I make love to you.”

 

 

She turned towards him and squinted up at him through narrowed eyes, to find him smirking at her before he kissed his way down the inner curve of her dimpled knee and up the other. When she felt the heat of his breath flicker over her clit, she stiffened but gave out a cry of protest when she felt the prod of one long finger tip against her entrance.

 

 

She struggled against him, trying to kick her way free of his grasp before he released her having finally registered that she was in serious distress and not maidenly embarrassment.

 

 

She heard the ripe curse he let loose before she curled in on her self in both shame and disappointment. She had so wanted to let him make love to her, had thought that she would've been able to let him but when she had felt him pushing against her cleft she had instinctively wanted to lash out and protect herself and she had.

 

 

She knew herself to be ten times the fool, knowing that Inuyasha would never harm her in any way. She knew that in both her heart and her mind but apparently her body didn't get the message.

 

 

She felt him pull away from her and she curled in on herself even more but he didn't move off of the bed. She didn't know what he was thinking and she refused to think on it. He had been so patient with her this last week and they had both moved onto a relationship that could grow into something else but she knew that she held them back. Because no matter how much she wanted him, she stiffened whenever they came close, whenever he held her in a sexual way.

 

 

Her back rigid, she listened as he shifted closer, gathered her into his arms and spooned his large body around her. She reacted instantly to his heat, shivering just a bit before settling against him. She was glad that he hadn't said a word, she didn't want to explain anything and she took comfort in that he seemed to understand what she needed most from him.

 

 

The heavy pulse of his erection still beat a steady tattoo against her but he didn't do anything to push her but instead just held her close. She felt her body slow begin to relax and she almost fell into a drowse when he took to stroking her gently along her arm.

 

 

Her eyes widened moments later when his hands drifted over her breasts again and he kneaded them with the same gentle, soothing caresses that he had given her arms. The heat from earlier slowly began to build up again and she shifted restlessly as the inner folds of her body clenched in deft response to his strokes.

 

 

She started to say something, anything that would prevent him from letting her humiliate her self again but he quickly shushed her, leaning over her and slanting his hard mouth over her own.

 

 

She was lost again and all thought driven from her mind. He broke from the kiss and lay there for awhile simply stroking and plumping the pouting flesh of her bared breasts.

 

 

“Do you trust me Kagome?” he husked into her ear. She stilled and gaped in confusion, unsure as to how to answer. When she took too long to answer he shook her gently and repeated the question. Unable to find her voice she slowly nodded her head.

 

 

“Good,” he said as he pulled her hands away from his body and directed it over her own. His hand encompassing her own, he caressed first her breasts then her belly, then further down. He parted her knees again with his own and placed her hand stolidly at the juncture of her thighs. “Let me see you touch your self.”

 

 

“I can't.” She cried in agony as his hands came up again to knead her breasts, feeling the dual pressure of being self consciousness and wanting to please him.

 

“Yes you can. Make your self come for me,” he whispered darkly into her ear.

 

 

At the force of the sensual lure behind those words, she shivered and felt an all new rush of sexual heat come over her. The heat was so intense that she could give no thought to disobey him but instead spread her legs wider and proceeded to touch a hand between her legs, flinching away at the swollen, moistness that was sensitive due to over stimulation.

 

 

“That's it,” he muttered. She turned her head, their gazes meeting. His smoldering golden eyes that had darkened having watched her every move caused her to flush with erotic pleasure.

 

 

“Now open your self wider,” his dark voice overwhelming her senses, making her ache. She did as he instructed, spread her legs wider and dipped her fingers into the slick warmth.

 

 

“Yes, does that feel good?”

 

 

“Yes.”

 

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

 

“No” she whispered, feeling the first stirrings of renewed enjoyment. She closed her eyes and let herself be wrapped up in a sensual fog of need that her fingers and the velvety husk of his voice created for her.

 

 

“Now touch your clit,” he said, drawing her body closer to his own, nipping at her ear. It pulsed like a hot little heart against her fingers as she did what he said and she cried out with it arching her back. The searing heat of his hard penis against her bottom had her bucking back against him.

 

 

“That's it,” he chuckled against her ear, pressing a hot kiss against her neck. “Just like that Kagome.” He continued to whisper dark, erotic things into her ear, describing all the ways that he would take her, told her how badly he wanted to slide his hot, hard flesh into her own. He told her how he would take her hard and fast at first and then again at a slower pace.

 

 

“I'm going to make you moan, then I'm gonna make you cry. After that I'm gonna make you scream and then I'll enjoy making you do all three.” he promised. At this point she was so turned on that she sat up onto her elbow and rubbed her finger lasciviously over her soaking clit, driving her self closer and closer to the brink.

 

 

The pictures that he had painted inside of her head flashed through her mind, had her panting, one hand over his own that continued to massage her breast, the other between her legs, pumping, working fast and deep.

 

 

“That's it baby. Come for me. Now.” he demanded on a ragged groan that had her gazing up at him through slit eyes. She glanced down at his hand; she saw the quick pumping motions of his hand.

 

 

All it took was the image of what he was doing to himself as she masturbated for him, to finally push her over that edge. The thought of long dark fingers fisted over his hard rampant erection had her keening in completion. He grunted just as she did, pulling her back into his chest and kissing her hard as he too came.

 

 

They lay together, their harsh breath mingled in hot rasps, his arms wrapped tightly around her as they trembled in the aftershocks.

 

 

“Inu…”

“No. Get some sleep wench, you need it. Later, we'll talk,” Inuyasha mumbled into her damp neck. She was too tired to argue and instead did as he said, closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

 

A long while later Inuyasha still laid wide awake, holding Kagome against him, soothing his claws through the jumbled mass of dark hair. They had made progress tonight.

 

 

He knew that this fight was not with Kagome her self but with her body. The fight was getting her body to relax with him, trust him. He knew this because she always responded to him whenever he kissed her but she would always stiffen whenever he tried to go any further.

 

 

She loved him, he knew that and he would wait for however long it took to get her to trust him not only with her heart but with her body.

 

 

***

 

Mitsubuya Enishi waited in the darkness of the small alleyway that was adjacent to the old abandoned warehouse on the eastside of Shibuya town. He stood there, back pressed flat against the dirty grimy brick wall, wispy fumes of tobacco smoke wafting up around him, making him squint his eyes a little as he occasionally peeped over his shoulder in the night.

 

 

The steady flickering of the street lamp leant him little enough in the way of light but he his eyes had grown used to the sparse light. It didn't matter anyway. He didn't need it to see in order to do what he had to do.

 

 

He plucked the glowing nub of cigarette stick from between narrow lips, peered down pensively as it slowly burnt itself out before flicking it to the other side of the alley. He reached down into his pocket and drew out another bud, lighting it up with the cheap plastic lighter that he had bought earlier and settling down again with a sigh of satisfaction.

 

 

Tonight was a chilly night that was for sure and he didn't know what he would've done without the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He gave said pocket a little loving pat before once again peering over his shoulder into the dark night.

 

 

Where was that little bitch, he thought impatiently. He had been standing in the small alley for a good forty five minutes and it was beginning to grate on his nerves. He hated waiting and he especially hated it when he had to wait for a woman. He stamped his feet in an effort to stave off the chill before leaning back against one shoulder.

 

 

He should've let Mokuba stand out and wait he thought snidely to himself. There was no point in his having to stand up outside in the cold whilst that sniveling idiot got to relax and live it up inside where it was warm.

 

 

Enishi was smart, he knew it and he knew that everyone else knew it too. No one could stand up to him in the intelligence rink but yet still here he was, like a goon waiting in the dark- cold, hungry and waiting!

 

 

His meandering thoughts were interrupted when he heard the rapid clopping sounds of a pair of female shoes heading his way. He straightened up and took the time to cautiously look around the bend. His thin lips gradually spread out into a wide smile. Finally!

 

 

He waited patiently until the woman had passed his alley before he jumped out silently and grabbed her from behind. He reveled in the frightened squeal that she let out, almost laughed out in triumph when she began to twist and squirm her way from his tight grasp to no avail.

 

 

Her muffled cries of help rang dully in the air from behind his palm and he gained a thrill of delight when she stretched back behind her trying her hardest to scratch at his exposed skin.

 

 

He pulled her roughly into the alley and shoved her up against the wall so hard that the breath was literally knocked out from her. He knew that because she began gasping like a landed guppy struggling for its last breath.

 

 

Oh he did so love to hear the gargling sounds when made when he strangled the air from them, but sadly this one had to stay alive just a bit longer. He needed her.

 

 

He leaned his weight heavily onto her back, pushing her farther up against the wall and pressed a harsh whisper into her ear.

 

 

“Did you miss me Aiko?”

 

 

“Enishi? You son of a bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing?” She grated out, trying to twist around to look into his face after he had moved his hand.

 

 

“Only what we agreed on. You know you like it baby. You make me do it to you almost every other day. Why not do it on a day that I feel like doing it.”

 

 

“Because you scared the shit out of me that's me you little jerk.” This time when she struggled against him, he let her free but jumped back quickly when she retaliated by lashing out at him.

 

 

“I thought that that was the point. You like it rough like that. Isn't it why you pay me to do it? Admit it, you like the thrill that you get at the thought of being raped. It's why you do what you do,” he murmured silkily, stepping forward when she started to smooth the length of her rather scandalously short skirt.

 

 

He backed her up against the wall, wrenched her face up towards his and kissed her hard. It was not gentle, it was not soft but it was wild. He pulled away pressing his face into her heavily perfumed neck, and fondled her heavy breast, pulling and tugging hard. He pinched the nipple cruelly and laughed with delight when she cried out loud in pain as well as pleasure.

 

 

What could he say, the little slut was as kinky as any old prostitute and he didn't give a rat's ass how she got her rocks off just as long as she gave him what he wanted. He tore away the buttons at the front of her blouse, crudely pushing her large brassiere- covered breasts close together so that he could lave the covered nipple, biting and sucking.

 

“No stop! I…,” she moaned out but he didn't. There was no point in doing that. She liked it like that, always had. He was proved right when she raised a stocking clad leg over his hip, pushing her skirt up so that it bunched at her waist as she fumbled clumsily at the buckle of his belt. Aiko sighed with obvious female delight when her expensively manicured fingers slid around the hot pulsing flesh of his straining, tumescent penis.

 

 

She squeezed the head tightly making him clench his eyes closed tightly before pulling it closer to the wet entrance of her body. Enishi shouldn't have been surprised to find out that she wore no panties but it still sent a little shock through him.

 

 

Perhaps he wasn't the only one she was putting it to. He could believe that, maybe even going so for as boinking her boss. Yeah that sounded like her, he could believe it.

 

 

The woman had too much, had gotten her position at work just a little too fast, but then who was he to judge. She was just like him. She used people to get what she wanted just like he was using her.

 

 

No he couldn't judge. The feel of her slick flesh left him gasping for a bit. It had been a while since he had sought his pleasure in a woman's body. With that said he gave way to the lust raging in him and slammed his engorged cock into her hard.

 

She gave a loud cry of pleasure, keening annoyingly in the back of her throat, mewling in what he supposed was sexual gratification.

 

 

That was quick, he thought savagely. She must not have gotten her fix in a good long while either. Pulling out all the way, he slammed back into her again before executing a few quick thrusts that sent them both over the edge again. When he was done he pulled away from her and adjusted his clothing, his back turned away from her. Narcissistic bitch!

 

 

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” she purred out in a tone that he guessed she figured was sexy but really just sent shivers of disgust racing up his spine. “What do you say if we take this party back to my apartment huh?”

 

 

He turned back to her, narrowing his eyes at her dishevelment. He could do better than her tonight but he still needed her. He needed what he could get out of her.

 

 

“Fine…let's go,” he tried not to squirm as she grinned up and sashayed her way towards him.

 

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