Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tricking Desire ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: So here’s chapter one…I hope you all like it, and please, please, please (if possible) let me know what you think (i.e. REVIEW lol)! Thanks to everyone else who left a review as well! THANKS TO ALL WHO REVIEWED MY PROLOGUE:

DBZ: So I take it that you are “enjoying” this side of Trunks then? I think he’s sexy this way (well, he’s sexy any way, as long as he comes home to me at the end of the day lol!) And really, you think there was in the second part? I’ll have to read over it again and see if I get what you’re referring to, but thanks for pointing it out to me! And thanks for the sweet review!

Darien_4_Serena: *Bows* Thank you ever so much!

Red_Rose18: Thanks a bunch for you kind words, and don’t worry, you’ll find out all about who the “she” is…next chapter! ^_~

Anonymous: Aww, thanks so much! I really tried to edit my work as best as possible…and I think I’ve gotten a little better…yay!

Bluz: See, I’ve got the next chapter here just for you! Lol. Yeah, there is a lot going on right now, but I hope I'm not confusing you, and as for Trunks, I think you’ll get to like the guy…(I'm in love with him…lol just kidding *I think*) And you’ll find out who the “she” is…in a little bit…I'm an evil kinda gal. Thanks for your kind review!

AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL WHO SIMPLY READ MY STORY AND ENJOYED IT!


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Rated M due to…Mature Stuff!


CHAPTER 1 of: TRICKING DESIRE







“Regardless of whether or not we get caught, what we’re doing is unbelievably wrong! Don’t you even care about the person we’re going to hurt in the process?”


He snorted and pressed her body even closer against the door.


“She doesn’t have feelings Serena; she’s the coldest bitch I’ve ever met.”


“Then why the fuck did you marry her Trunks?”


He lowered his lips to hers again, as much as to shut her up as to relieve the ache forming in the pit of his stomach. When she tried to argue, he roughly tugged on her bottom lip, making her whimper louder than before.


Serena was completely trapped between the door and the one man that she’d hoped she’d forget all about; and she nearly had.

No, that was a lie. She had been nowhere near moving on; no matter how hard she’d tried, no man had ever been able to fill his shoes, in the bedroom or otherwise.


Pleasure overrode pain as his lips moved down to place hot, wet kisses on her jaw, and then her neck, and down the exposed center of her breasts that had been left open for the world to see.


…And for him to touch.


She was so close to giving in and letting him fuck her right here, right now, in the stupid Coat Check.


…Her eyes shot open at this revelation.


That’s all it would be to him. A fuck. One stupid fuck with a man who kept as many whores as she had pieces of jewelry!


Well, he could go home and fuck his own wife…or go out and find one of his whores to keep him happy, because she was neither.


Serena could feel his fingers slowly drawing the zipper downwards, exposing the ivory skin of her back to his roaming hands. His other hand had traveled its way up her thigh and was now toying with the scrap of cloth that covered her most intimate area.


It was his stance that gave her the idea, being that it meant that he had left his most important of places open and unguarded. His pants were helping very little in hiding his obvious excitement, making it the perfect target.


Thinking back to self-defense courses that she taken years ago, she attempted to draw her knee back as best she could; but since she was caught rather tightly against the wooden door, it was rather difficult to accomplish. Keeping one hand on his shoulder she let the other skim lightly down his torso. She held her breath as she slowly slipped her hand down his hip and into his pant’s pocket, and hoped to God that he would be too involved with other things to notice.


Serena had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at the absurdness it all as she gently plucked the key from the confines of his pocket.


Just as he began to slide her black dress over her shoulders, her knee rose up to make contact with the aforementioned extremely sensitive target. She could practically feel the breath leaving his body as he fell to his knees in pain. He let out a weak moan, since that was about the only verbal sound he could make, and rolled over on his side in an attempt to quell the ache between his legs.


Damn.


She’d hurt him.


Badly.


And Serena’s smile had never been brighter than it had at that moment than in her entire life.


She inserted the key into the door and felt the wave of relief course through her body when she heard the lock click and watched the door swing open.


Trunks groaned from his position on the floor, and all he could do was watch as the blonde before him inserted the same key that she had stolen from him back into the door, this time to make sure the door would lock when it was shut.


She was going to leave him in here, crumpled and moaning in the middle of the floor like a baby.


Damn it.


Serena winked at his fallen form and then blew him a kiss, before slamming the door behind her.


And all poor Trunks could spare was a feeble grunt in protest as she left him alone in the dark.



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Serena hoped that Anthony would still be waiting for her as she stepped out into the cool night air. She tugged the on her coat in an attempt to shield herself from the cold while surveying the area for any sign of him.


She found him leaning against the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette. When he saw her approach he quickly glanced at his watch before flipping the cigarette onto the pavement. They both watched as the wind carried what was left the cigarette away into the darkness, but neither said a word.


Folding his arms over his chest, he let his eyes freely rove over her body, which was thankfully still covered by her coat.


His face broke into a smile as he spoke to her.


“I thought you’d stood me up. You were supposed to meet me out here nearly thirty minutes ago… What happened? Did you find someone more to your liking?”


She coughed and rubbed her arms to keep them warm.


“No, no I---” She coughed again.


“I'm sorry, I ran into an old friend. I apologize for keeping you waiting…are we still on?” Serena made sure to showcase her best pout so that her eyes did most of the talking.


Anthony swallowed, and then nearly choked at the look she was giving him.


“I wasn’t going to leave until I was sure you weren’t coming…”


In reality had he given her five more minutes to walk out those doors, and if she hadn’t he would have would have found somebody else that could satisfy his urges.


It was lucky for her that she walked out just in time.


He opened the door of his sleek, black Jaguar and watched as she climbed into the car, before walking around the other side and hopping into the driver’s seat.


He gunned the engine and shifted gears then sped out of the parking lot and into the night.



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Serena awoke in a strange bed that was not her own, and next to a man, whom for a second, she did not recognize.


She watched as his chest rose up and down.


Up and down.


In and out.


And Up and down again.


And after growing tired of watching Anthony breathe for what seemed like hours, she buried her face in her hands and rubbed them over tired eyes.


What was she still doing here?


Sure Anthony had been sweet, charming, and not too bad in bed, but something had been missing. It just simply hadn’t been enough, only there was nothing simple about it.


Ugh, she sounded like a moron.


Against her will, her thoughts drifted to Trunks and what he was doing…


Had he gone home to his wife like she had suggested? Or had he found someone else to give him what he wanted?


Knowing him, he more than likely picked the second choice. And to think that she’d willingly slept with him…more than once.


Willingly…


Oh God, just what had she been thinking? She’d slept with another woman’s husband…! She’d done it knowing that it was completely and totally wrong!


After the first time---No! Before the first time, she should have stopped him. He wasn’t hers and he never would be; he was Marron’s.


She still remembered that day. The first time she’d let go and surrendered to the feelings that had spent nearly two years simmering under the surface…but she had been willing to keep them locked up. There wasn’t supposed to be any attraction between them, so she thought it was completely one sided, and therefore pointless to even dwell upon.


It turns out that her feelings weren’t so one-sided after all.


And acting on them was damn near impossible.


At least she’d thought it was…



*FLASHBACK*



Carrying a strange box, Serena stormed past Trunks Stanton’s elderly female secretary in an agitated huff, leaving the poor woman’s mouth agape in shock. No one in their right minds would dare disturb such a powerful man, not without an appointment anyway. But this woman had just stomped right passed her without so much as a nod in her direction. It was almost if the blonde hadn’t even known that she had existed!


The many employees that were working in their cubicles that day all watched the irate woman fling the large wooden door open before slamming it shut behind her. This was by far the most exciting thing that had happened all day, but as much as they’d love to know what was going on, Mr. Stanton’s office was soundproof…


They’d checked…

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“No, I need the files by 2:00 today, not by 2:00 Thursday! Do you want to keep your job? Then get them to me within the next three hours and I promise not to make your life a living hell, got that?”


He practically threw the phone back down on its cradle and then looked up just in time to see his door slam shut. He didn’t flinch when a long box was slapped down on his desk, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t surprised.


Trunks hadn’t expected to see her for at least another hour.


The look she pinned him with had him choking back a laugh as she tried to nearly incinerate him with her eyes. Apparently she’d gotten the flowers he’d sent her.


“What?” He cocked an eyebrow at her slightly trembling form. “You didn’t like the roses?”


He could literally see the steam pour out of her ears at that question, and he found it absolutely hilarious.


“You have a lot of nerve, Stanton!”


Leaning back in his chair, he ran a hand through his sexily rumpled hair and grinned back at her.


“So they tell me. Is there a reason for your storming into my office like a lunatic…I mean, other than the fact that you didn’t like the flowers?”


It was all Serena could do to keep from grabbing box off his desk and chucking it at him.


“You unfaithful, lying son-of-a-bitch!”


He leaned forward as if he couldn’t fully hear what it was she was shouting at him.


“I'm a what?”


“You’re a dog! You’re scum!”


“Come again?”


“No! I will not come again damnit! You know exactly what I'm talking about you---you--- Oh, I can’t even find the word, but when I do, I’ll let you know!”


Smirking, he replied:


“Can’t a man send a beautiful woman roses every once and a while? Where’s the harm in that?”


All she could do was stare at him with an incredulous look on her face…


“Where’s the harm in that?” She repeated quietly.


“Married men do not send beautiful women flowers, unless that beautiful woman happens to be their wife! Get what I'm saying?”


Trunks’ voice was low and husky when he spoke again, and this time, the sound made her shiver.


“What if it doesn’t matter…?”


Baffled, Serena opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off.


“I don’t care about being married, and if I don’t then why should you?”


“Because she’s---she’s---!” Serena sputtered loudly while waving her hands wildly.


He waved away her disjointed attempts at verbalizing her outrage and reasonings.


“I'm well aware of who she is to you; of what she means to you. It’s very noble of you to want to spare her feelings and protect her when it comes to the two of us. But let’s face it, she’s a big girl, and so are you. Are you going to just sit by and watch something as…electric…as powerful as what we have just fade into the background?”


“I-I---”


He rose and walked around his desk until was standing directly in front of her, close enough that Serena could smell the aftershave he’d used after his morning shower.


Before she could even think to protest, Trunks pulled her to him and buried his face in her hair, inhaling its sweet fragrance. His arms were warm and surprisingly comforting as they came around her petite body to hold her tightly against him.


After what seemed like an eternity, he dragged himself away from her far enough to gaze into her eyes.


“I'm not going waste what we have together.” He murmured before crushing his lips to hers in a heated kiss. His hands spanned the width of her tiny waist before lifting her so that she was sitting on his desk.


Trunks positioned himself in between her long legs and shifted so that he could slide his eager fingers into her luxurious honey-blonde hair and free it from the pins that kept it up. He gave a quick tug and watched in childish delight as the pins flew in opposite directions across the room.


Serena helped him hurriedly shrug off his Armani jacket and then proceeded to undo the knot of his tie with nimble fingers. When their lips broke apart, both of them groaned at the loss of contact.


Trunks’ hands each grasped the sides of her cream colored shirtfront, preparing to simply rip the blouse, until he remembered that Serena would eventually have to leave the confines of his office. As tempting as it was to simply keep her locked up in his office for the remainder of the workday, it was physically impossible. She’d have to leave eventually, and she couldn’t quite do that if her clothes weren’t in one piece.


So, he took his time and undid every single one of those damnable buttons, while her hands roamed unashamedly under his shirt and over the rock hard muscles of his chest and abdomen, making him shudder beneath her touch.


Within another ten seconds his shirt was gone, and so was hers…and then her bra had been the next to go.


He stared unabashedly at the perfect ivory skin that literally hummed with pleasure as his skilled fingers teased and touched, eliciting delicious little noises and sounds from the woman beneath him. Her milky white breasts practically overflowed in his hands, and tasted as sweet as honey when he drew one in his mouth.


Trunks suckled one gently, before switching to the other. He used his fingers to both excite and torment her body as she gently yielded her body over to him, piece by piece.


Not one to simply sit on the sidelines, Serena slid her fingers to gently rub over the swelling in his pants, and squealed when he bit down on her nipple in response to her ministrations.


She unhooked the belt and then unzipped his trousers and then pulled them down, making sure to take special care to avoid injuring the bulge in between his legs. He grunted as she cupped him in her hand.


Trunks’ head began to spin as Serena lowered his boxers and watched them fall to his ankles. Taking his hardened length into her warm hand she stroked him slowly. She smiled as she felt him twitch and grow within her hand and massaged the tip of him with her thumb.


He growled and pushed her back onto his desk. Trunks raised both of Serena’s wrists over her head and held them there as his fingers made their way under her black skirt. When his fingers located her panties he tore them off; not caring if she had panties to wear when walking out of his office. The idea of her leaving his office without that little accessory under her skirt made the moment even more erotic.


She gasped when he ripped them and tossed them aside. Looking incredibly sexy, he lowered his head downwards until he disappeared between her legs.


And even though she couldn’t see him, she could definitely feel him.


Her body shuddered and shook with pleasure as his tongue plunged in and out of her hot, wet core at a shocking pace.


She gave, and he took. It was as simple as that.


Serena lifted her lower half into the air for more, she was greedy damnit, and wasn’t afraid to admit it.


He lapped at her moist offerings hungrily.


“Oh God…” She cried out just as she was about to reach her peak. “…Oh my God!”


And then he stopped, right when she was about to tumble right over the edge and into a Climatic Nirvana.


Without warning, he thrust himself inside of her and Serena’s hips rose to meet him as they frantically searched for release. They fit together perfectly, as if their coming together was meant to be. For those few fleeting moments, Serena forgot about his marriage, and so did Trunks. All that mattered was the two of them…


And when they finally reached their peak together…


It had been the most explosive sexual experience of their lives…



*END FLASHBACK*



Hating herself for dwelling on their first time together, Serena quietly crept from the bed and felt around for her clothing in the dark. She expertly slipped her dress back on, and then proceeded to quietly fish around for paper and a pen.


Normally she didn’t leave another man’s bed until well after the sun had made its appearance in the sky, but tonight was different. She just had too much going on inside her head to worry about the Morning-After-Etiquette; though she was a pro.


Serena had bigger and more important things to worry about at the moment, most of which included a man by the name of Trunks Stanton…


Anthony had only provided a temporary escape.


Now it was time to do something…


…Like call for a taxi and get the hell out of this apartment…



END



AN: Well…What did ya think??? Lol, that was my first real sex scene *ahem*…I hope I didn’t do to bad…oh well, thanks a ton for reading and to those of you who were kind enough to leave reviews for me! I appreciate MY REVIEWS…and I can be a little greedy at times lol…so keep em’ coming! It feeds my black hole of a brain! ^_~



Much Luv,

~Galaxystar~