Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Price Of Love? ❯ The Breaking Point ( Chapter 4 )

Tea entered a dance contest when she was underage, someone she knew saw her. What happens when he wants payment for his silence?

"I don't care Kaiba. Don't talk about my friends. And don't you ever suggest that my relationship with them goes beyond friendship. Not everyman is after the exact same thing that you are."

"If you keep mouthing off then you can expect your payment to extend for a while. Of course if you want a letter describing your behavior to the principal as well as the competition judges, then feel free to leave Tea. Too bad that you'll never get into a dance academy now. When they find out you won't be able to buy your way into one. So are you sure that you want to toss me aside and with me your future?" he asked.

Damn! If only he didn't know. Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to be him? Wasn't she being punished enough?

"But if you stay… If you stay then I can promise you attendance in the best of dance academies. I'd fly you to France to study in Julliard. Of course you'd be seeing me once a month. Would it really be so bad, Tea? To have to service me in return for what promises to be a few hundred thousand in tuition is surely a minimal price to pay. What do you say Tea?" he asked.

He smiled, knowing that he'd caught her. She was trapped and she was his. She'd be positive of that fact soon enough. He was finally getting what he wanted. Of course he'd planned this out differently before. He had intended to seduce her. To take his time to coerce her into his bed. But that tactic had taken far too long. In fact, he decided that he'd get her the exact same way that he got everything else. He either bought it, which he'd been offering; or he took it by force. Either way he always got what he wanted in the end. And he would have Tea. She had grown incredibly restless on his lap. She was getting desperate. She wanted to run away and hide more than anything else. She was angry, she was upset, she was terrified. But beneath it all she was something else, she was getting excited and very, very turned on. Either from the high stress of the situation or from the fact that his hand had long since traveled up her tiny skirt and been rubbing on the heated flesh of her panty covered mound. He had kept his touch light and gentle, even while threatening her. She only then realized just how large his hands were and how thick his tapered fingers were. The same fingers that worked on mindless machines all day. Molding them, shaping them, giving them purpose and task. The same hands that with very little effort carried so much power. Those very hands and fingers were now working on her. And surely they were programming her. Because she knew that the area mentioned didn't have the knowledge of such sensation before. No, what he was stirring was something new and a little frightening. The more she thought about it, the more the sensations did to her. The more sweet lilting rhythms he tapped into her, the more she wanted to give into everything that he asked. It wasn't right. It couldn't be right. How could she actually desire Seto Kaiba? How could she want him so incredibly? She didn't know but in that moment she ceased to think, she ceased to care. All she could do was feel. And there was suddenly so much to feel that she hadn't realized.

"Seto," she panted in a breathless whisper.

"Yes. You know the answer. You know what you want. Don't deny it. Don't try and escape it. Tell me Tea. Tell me just what you need right now," he rasped.

Beyond words she closed in on him and finally did what she'd been aching to do for what felt like forever. Kaiba groaned very softly as she kissed him. He hadn't expected her to be so soft. Or to carry the taste of ripe strawberries in her small mouth. But he wasn't complaining.

Thanks for all of the reviews and you patience! School's been a pain in my kiester, big time. I'm trying really hard now to make this fic happen especially since you all seem to enjoy it so much. I promise to do all that I can to finish this story. I hate it when writers I like just cut out too. So sorry!