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impaling me so deep I screamed as that first thrust undid me. He didn’t stop. He pulled my hair. He fucked me hard, holding me down and thumping my ass. I screamed again as he satisfied himself inside of me, as he used me to get off. He grunted and lunged, and I felt him empty his balls inside me, filling me with pulses of heat that left me ripping at the bedclothes with my fingernails.
After he pulled out, he grabbed me around the middle and molded his body against my back as we lay spooned together in bed. I felt sore and satisfied. He played with my clit, rubbed his own wet come against my nipples and down over my belly as if marking me. I heard him sigh deeply into my hair. “You smell so good, Felix,” he told me. “I love being inside you, the feel of you coming for me, obeying me. Anata nashidewa ikite ikanai. ”
I thought about Ian and Evelyn, what they had. A sudden surge of jealousy killed all the good feelings inside of me. I knew if I let this go too far I would fall and fall hard for him. I didn’t want to cuddle with Mr. Ishikawa like we were a real couple. I didn’t want to stay the weekend, even if it pleased my gentleman. When I tried to squirm free, he pinched my nipples so hard I yelped from the pain. “Stay with me and be still, my courtesan. Be mine tonight.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed.
***
I woke the next morning to the scents of coffee and French toast wafting into the playroom. Mr. Ishikawa, dressed primly in a dark navy suit, sat beside me in bed and fork-fed me pieces of the syrupy sweet French toast as we talked about what we would do for the day.
“ Could we have dinner at that place like last night?” I asked hopefully. I knew as soon as our association was over I’d be back dining regularly at Arby’s and KFC.
“ Yes, of course. And I have something else planned for today. A bit of a date, you might say.”
I sat up in bed, naked, yet I found myself clutching the sheet to my breasts. The whole bed smelled like sex, like us. “We could see a movie at the theater. I get half off all tickets for being an employee, you know.”
He laughed at me. “I had something more elegant and involved in mind, but we could see a movie, if you like. What did you have in mind?”
“ Aliens vs. Zombies is playing,” I informed him. “You know, it’s one of those mashups? The Alien franchise and Romero’s Zombies…?”
He was smirking at me.
“ Don’t laugh! Those movies are really good!”
“ I believe you!” he laughed, the first time I’d heard him laugh about anything.
After I showered and dressed in a strappy sundress he’d chosen for me, we went arm-in-arm downstairs and Mr. Ishikawa took me for a late morning carriage ride around Central Park. He pointed out the more famous landmarks like the Bethesda Fountain and Cleopatra’s Needle, told me some of New York’s history as the carriage horse clip-clopped over the cobblestone path, and we stopped to feed the ducks in the pond. Just across the water was the children’s park. There was a little league baseball game in full swing with kids and overexcited parents screaming at the top of their lungs. I’d always loved baseball—I’d gone to games whenever my dad would take me and still loved the Rangers with all my heart—so I asked Mr. Ishikawa if we could walk that way.
He wrinkled his nose up behind his sunglasses. “If you like.”
“ You don’t like baseball?”
“ I don’t know much about it, frankly. But the children…”
“ Oh come on!” I dragged him down the path toward the baseball diamond. “I promise they won’t bite!”
We stayed to watch one inning from behind the safety fence. Mr. Ishikawa was finally looking interested in the game, but I realized I was getting hungry from our walk, and I wasn’t used to walking this much in three-inch heels. “We could go now, if you like,” I said, and he nodded and led me back to the limo.
Once we were on the road again, I said, “Did the
After he pulled out, he grabbed me around the middle and molded his body against my back as we lay spooned together in bed. I felt sore and satisfied. He played with my clit, rubbed his own wet come against my nipples and down over my belly as if marking me. I heard him sigh deeply into my hair. “You smell so good, Felix,” he told me. “I love being inside you, the feel of you coming for me, obeying me. Anata nashidewa ikite ikanai. ”
I thought about Ian and Evelyn, what they had. A sudden surge of jealousy killed all the good feelings inside of me. I knew if I let this go too far I would fall and fall hard for him. I didn’t want to cuddle with Mr. Ishikawa like we were a real couple. I didn’t want to stay the weekend, even if it pleased my gentleman. When I tried to squirm free, he pinched my nipples so hard I yelped from the pain. “Stay with me and be still, my courtesan. Be mine tonight.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed.
***
I woke the next morning to the scents of coffee and French toast wafting into the playroom. Mr. Ishikawa, dressed primly in a dark navy suit, sat beside me in bed and fork-fed me pieces of the syrupy sweet French toast as we talked about what we would do for the day.
“ Could we have dinner at that place like last night?” I asked hopefully. I knew as soon as our association was over I’d be back dining regularly at Arby’s and KFC.
“ Yes, of course. And I have something else planned for today. A bit of a date, you might say.”
I sat up in bed, naked, yet I found myself clutching the sheet to my breasts. The whole bed smelled like sex, like us. “We could see a movie at the theater. I get half off all tickets for being an employee, you know.”
He laughed at me. “I had something more elegant and involved in mind, but we could see a movie, if you like. What did you have in mind?”
“ Aliens vs. Zombies is playing,” I informed him. “You know, it’s one of those mashups? The Alien franchise and Romero’s Zombies…?”
He was smirking at me.
“ Don’t laugh! Those movies are really good!”
“ I believe you!” he laughed, the first time I’d heard him laugh about anything.
After I showered and dressed in a strappy sundress he’d chosen for me, we went arm-in-arm downstairs and Mr. Ishikawa took me for a late morning carriage ride around Central Park. He pointed out the more famous landmarks like the Bethesda Fountain and Cleopatra’s Needle, told me some of New York’s history as the carriage horse clip-clopped over the cobblestone path, and we stopped to feed the ducks in the pond. Just across the water was the children’s park. There was a little league baseball game in full swing with kids and overexcited parents screaming at the top of their lungs. I’d always loved baseball—I’d gone to games whenever my dad would take me and still loved the Rangers with all my heart—so I asked Mr. Ishikawa if we could walk that way.
He wrinkled his nose up behind his sunglasses. “If you like.”
“ You don’t like baseball?”
“ I don’t know much about it, frankly. But the children…”
“ Oh come on!” I dragged him down the path toward the baseball diamond. “I promise they won’t bite!”
We stayed to watch one inning from behind the safety fence. Mr. Ishikawa was finally looking interested in the game, but I realized I was getting hungry from our walk, and I wasn’t used to walking this much in three-inch heels. “We could go now, if you like,” I said, and he nodded and led me back to the limo.
Once we were on the road again, I said, “Did the
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