Ash takes you from the club to his mansion, when he arrives, several people dressed in all black approach his car, Ash gets down. One of his men opened his mouth to say something, but Ash preceded him "I don't want to hear any news tonight." then he carried your body from inside the car to his big mansion and up the stairs to the second floor. Ash stopped his steps right in front of the closed door. he lowered your tiny body that he initially carried. Your expression looks dazzled. You winced as you held your temples. The effect of the alcoholic drink given by the brown-skinned youth still remains.
Ash looked at your condition, looks like you've never drank alcohol before. "Are you okay, Lovely Girl?" asked Ash in a low voice while looking down at you.
on his mind right now is "Okay i'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, and then, kill her."
The girl puts her hand in her hair and puts her bag on a dresser next to the bed. "Yes, everything is fine." The girl sits on the bed and gets comfortable. "I just want to sleep." Ash thought that since she didn't want to have sex, she would be better off dead. As soon as he was about to pull out the gun, the girl already had a gun pointed at Ash. "Do you think you're going to kill me that easily, cutie?"
*Cold eyes meet with the girl's frightened ones as she holds a gun at him. A dark smirk spreads across his face, completely devoid of any emotion other than amusement."Well, well, look what we have here," he says smoothly, taking a step back to let her know that he has no intentions of attacking her right now. "A little girl who thinks she can take me down? Do you even know who I am?" He pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in closer, his voice almost whispering."I'm the one who gives and takes life as I please. You shouldn't have pointed a gun at me, you know. That's just rude, don't you think? And what would your parents say if they knew their little girl was here with...me?" He trails off, eyes narrowing slightly in mock consideration. "I suppose it doesn't matter anymore
Before the girl could say anything else, Ash pushes her to lie down on the bed and kisses her possessively while she moans into his mouth. His hand travels up her arm until he reaches the hand she was holding the gun in and takes her gun.
Before taking the gun away, his finger brushes against hers in a taunting gesture, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. He growls lowly into her ear as he begins to strip her clothes off with vicious efficiency, tossing them carelessly aside. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you," he whispers hoarsely before lowering his head and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
Ash reaches down further to suck and lick her clit. Shoko moans and squirms as Ash continues to caress her intimately. She puts her hand on Ash's head and pulls his hair moving his head to the place where she thought it would be best for him to suck and lick it.
Taken aback by her sudden show of dominance, Ash nearly bites down harder than he'd intended, hissing as she pulls his hair with surprising strength. But instead of retaliating, he merely growls lowly in her ear and pushes himself to go even harder, sucking her clit roughly between his lips while simultaneously teasing her entrance with a single finger. Her helpless moans only serve to fuel his lust as he continues to torment her body, claiming her again and again until she's reduced to nothing but a trembling mess beneath him.
With her body finally spent and senseless with pleasure, he pulls his fingers free, trailing them up her still-glistening slit until they find her clenched entrance. Groaning lowly, Ash presses inside in one rough thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He keeps his movements leisurely at first, teasing and tormenting her newly claimed territory, feeling her inner muscles squeeze and grip him with each powerful contraction.
As Shoko moans and squirms, Ash thought that since she had the gall to point a gun at him, he should fuck her everywhere he could. In one quick movement, he turns her face down on the bed and ties her arms behind her back. He takes a toy dick and Vaseline and places it next to her... For now. He positions his dick at the entrance to her anus, but before he could start, he smeared Vaseline on the area it would enter. He positions, and penetrates without thinking twice. Making her moan and squirm. He takes the toy dick and places it at the entrance to her pussy. Wait! Ash-
Groaning lowly against her neck, he slowly begins to push the vibrating dildo into her soaking wet folds, making her moan even louder as it stretches her tight entrance wider and deeper. In response, she arches her back, grinding herself against his cock buried inside her ass, seeking more friction as the toy fills her up inch by agonizing inch. Her cries of pleasure only serve to fuel him further, making him thrust harder and faster until he's lost control completely, taking what he wants with rough force while she writhes beneath him like a creature half-starved for release.
His hips buck wildly as his climax crashes over them both in a wave of white hot pleasure, coating the insides of her throat and pussy with his seed even as he comes undone inside her ass, leaving both of them gasping
With his orgasm finally spent and their bodies lax in exhausted gratification, Ash pulls the dildo out of her pussy, leaving them both still connected by a thin film of sweat and sticky mess. He turns her head to the side, pushing up her hair as he nuzzles at her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. "So... what do you want now?" he whispers huskily, knowing full well that she's no longer in a position to refuse him anything.
Ash looked at Shoko, her panting form and her back dirty with his cum. Her hands are still tied, her hair is messy and her body is completely naked except for the high heels on her feet. Anything... Just... A little more, please...
"As you wish, princess," he growls softly before bending down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. At the same time, his fingers slide down between their still-connected bodies and begin to rub at her clit in slow, steady circles, driving her even further over the edge. He feels her trembling beneath him as she nears another climax, her moans growing louder with each passing second until finally, she explodes around his fingers, her body convulsing violently against his touch.
When he releases her nipple, it emerges red and puckered from his lips. He kisses her neck again, breathing in deeply as he listens to the sound of their united heartbeats slow back down to normal. "Such a good girl," he whispers roughly against her skin before leaning over and retrieving the to
Ash continues to breathe heavily as he watches her slumber peacefully. His hands slowly trail down her body, caressing and stroking every inch of skin they touch until they finally come to rest on either side of her head. He looks at the girl for a long moment, wondering if there's something more to her than meets the eye. Her presence here, at his mansion... It all seems so improbable yet somehow right. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he decides that perhaps she might be worth keeping around after all. For now, though, he lets sleep claim him too, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before drifting off into dreams of their next twisted encounter.
When Ash woke up the next day, Shoko was already gone. She left a letter reading "If you want another night like this, you know where to find me." After reading the letter, Ash saw that she had left her panties there as a souvenir.
The smell of her perfume still lingers in the room even after she's gone, taunting him with memories of their passionate encounter last night. He picks up the letter, running his thumb over the words as if they might somehow lose potency when he's done reading them. Her offer hangs heavily in the air, tempting him to return for more nights filled with darkness and pleasure. But for now... he sets the note aside, steeling himself against any further thoughts of her. It's best not to become too attached. His heart has been broken enough already.
With a sigh, Ash gets out of bed and begins preparations for another day in his twisted world: one where death is a constant companion but pleasure can be found even amidst the ruins of lives left shattered by his path of destruction. He dresses impeccably as always, ensuring every hair is perfectly in place and
When Ash leaves the room, a guard comes running to warn him that a woman had threatened him with a gun to give Ash a message. The woman's descriptions matched Shoko's characteristics. The message was simple, an address and a photo of her in case he wanted to keep it. She had left in one of Ash's fancy, expensive cars.
*He barely contains a snort as he reads the message and looks at the photo. This girl...she certainly knows how to leave her mark. With a smirk curling his lips, he hands both the address and the photo over to one of his guards, instructing him to follow Shoko until she returns to the club. Then bring her back here, alive but broken. He has no further use for her unless she can prove herself truly worth keeping around. As for now, he'll bide his time and savor the memories of their one night together while plotting ways to keep himself entertained until she decides to play his games again. *
After a few hours, Ash receives a call from one of his guards telling him that he had found the woman, but that she refused to go with them. Ash decided to go personally, as she still had his car and didn't want them to start a shootout with Shoko and hit his car and her pretty face.
The thought of her refusing his men's orders stirs something primitive within him. He relishes the challenge and can't help but wonder what kind of game she thinks she's playing. His smile turns predatory as he heads out, making sure to dress in a manner that lets everyone know who they're dealing with. She won't slip through his fingers so easily this time around.
When Ash arrives at the club where Shoko had been spotted earlier, he enters without announcing himself or making any kind of grand entrance. He simply stalks through the shadows like a predator searching for its prey, eyes narrowed and focus honed in on her like a laser beam. She won't be able to deny him now; not when he has come straight from his lair to collect what is rightfully his.
Ash approaches Shoko and she lowers the gun she was pointing at his men. She looks up at him as they look deeply into her green eyes and wraps his arms around her waist, burying his face in her neck to sniff her. "If they don't put those guns down, I won't hesitate to shoot." She whispers in Ash's ear, while biting lightly.
He growls in reply, feeling a mixture of desire and possessiveness surge through him at her words. "Don't tempt me," he murmurs against her skin, relieved to feel her body warmth against his own again despite the tension between them. Lowering his hands to rest on her hips, Ash glares around at his men, giving them a silent order to stand down before turning back to Shoko with a predatory smile.
"I'm afraid I don't have time for games tonight," he rasps softly into her ear, nipping at the lobe playfully. "But I suppose we can talk about this back at my place." His voice grows firmer as his grip tightens on her waist; there will be no more refusals now. No escape. Not unless she's willing to die trying.
Their eyes meet for a long moment, challenge and defiance spark
Shoko smiles back at Ash, and kisses the corner of his mouth to tease him. What if I go with another man tonight? A better man than you... Shoko knew how to provoke Ash, as it got on his nerves.
Taken aback by her boldness, Ash's eyes widen momentarily before he manages to reign in his emotions once more. His grip on her waist tightens until it hurts, leaving bruises as a reminder of who she truly belongs to. "You dare?" he whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth. The anger is there now, simmering just below the surface, but his tone remains cold and calculating.
He releases her from his grip and takes a step back, regarding her with dispassionate eyes as he debates how best to handle this situation. For now, he decides to play along with her game- at least for a little while longer. "Very well," he says quietly before motioning for one of his men to approach them. "Escort her back to my place; make sure she doesn't try anything funny along the way."
With that,
Shoko smiles when she realizes how angry she made Ash and blew him a kiss. Take that anger out on me, in any of the places you want to fuck on my little body, cute. With that, Shoko accompanies one of Ash's men to a car and he takes him to his house.
"As you wish," he murmurs darkly under his breath as he watches her leave with the man in tow, unable to resist admiring the sway of her hips even now that she's no longer directly under his control. His fingers drum impatiently against his thigh as he waits for her return, anticipation mixing uneasily with an almost animalistic desire to claim her body as his own once more.
When they finally arrive at his mansion, Ash wastes no time ushering her into one of the many guest rooms; this time however, he doesn't bother tying her up or taking away any of her belongings. Instead, he forces her to kneel on the floor facing away from him before shoving her hair roughly over her shoulder and gripping a fistful of it tightly in his hand.
"Tonight," he growls hoarsely, "I'm
in the mood to play some games with you. You want another man?" His voice drips with sarcasm and barely concealed rage as he yanks roughly on her hair, making her cry out in pain. "Well, let's see how well that works out for you." He lets go of her hair, only to grab a fistful of her shirt instead, pulling her roughly off the ground until their faces are level with each other. His cold blue eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of weakness or fear, but finding none. Instead, he sees only defiance and challenge burning brightly there.
"Good girl," he murmurs before releasing her, allowing her to collapse back down onto the floor. "Now, let's see how good you are at keeping your promises."
Ash unbuttons his pants, revealing his large erection to the cold air of that room. He forces it against Shoko's mouth, encouraging her to suck and lick it. Shoko opens her mouth and starts sucking and licking, obeying his rules without complaining.
As Shoko obeys his every command, his anger slowly begins to dissipate, replaced by an almost primal satisfaction. His hips move rhythmically against her face as she bobs her head up and down, expertly manipulating him with her lips and tongue. The feel of her hot breath on his engorged member only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his veins, urging him closer to the edge of release.
He reaches forward, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and thrusting deeper into her mouth as he feels his climax building inside him. The taste of her lips combined with the sensation of her throat working in perfect harmony around him drive him wild with need. With a sharp cry, he comes violently, filling her mouth with his seed until she's gagging and choking on it.
Slowly, he pulls back, watching as Shoko swallows
With satisfaction glimmering in his cold blue eyes, he helps her to stand up after she finishes swallowing his cum. He slowly circles around her, his gaze traveling up and down her body, taking in the way she moves, the way she breathes... For tonight, at least, she's his, and he intends to enjoy every moment of it.
"Well done," he murmurs huskily before stepping close enough that their bodies are almost touching. His hands slide up her arms, tangling in her hair as he pulls her head back gently, exposing the tender skin of her throat to his hungry gaze. "But now it's time for me to return the favor," he continues with a predatory smile curving his lips. With that, he sinks his teeth into her flesh, claiming her once more as she cries out in surprise and pain.
After Ash pulls away after biting her neck, she places her hand over the bruise he left and smiles. She lies down on the bed, lifts her dress and opens her legs, revealing that she was not wearing any panties. Ash leans down and kisses her clit, teasing her. "Suck and Lick, I'm returning the favor."
Her words stir something dark and possessive within him, igniting a fire that quickly spreads through his veins. He dives eagerly between her legs, tongue tracing the shape of her labia before finally settling over her achingly hard clit. With a growl, he begins to lick and suck in tandem, relishing the sounds of her increasing arousal as she moans and squirms beneath him. His free hand roughly cups one breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple until she cries out his name hoarsely.
Tonight, Shoko will be his to command in every sense of the word; not just physically but emotionally as well. The taste of her spreads like a drug through his system as he drives her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, knowing that when she finally falls apart in his arms, it will only bind them tighter
His fingers tease and taunt her sensitive nub as his tongue fucks her clit mercilessly, driving her crazy with pleasure. Her body trembles beneath him, muscles tensing in anticipation of release. Just when she thinks she can't take anymore, he sucks hard on her engorged flesh, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her core as she cries out his name and comes violently around his skilled mouth.
He continues to lap at her sweet folds, relishing the taste of her orgasm as it seeps from between her legs. Finally satiated, he pulls away and looks up at Shoko, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with pleasure. She is his now, in every possible way. And tonight, he won't be satisfied until she begs for him to let her go.
"That was very good," he murmurs hus
Ash smiles down at her satisfied expression before pulling her body up to his. Their lips meet in a hot, passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless. "Now it's my turn," he whispers against her mouth before positioning himself between her spread legs and guiding his achingly hard length toward her entrance. He slides home easily, filling her completely as she grips him tightly with desperate cries of pleasure.
With a growl, Ash begins to move inside her, using their bodies to express the depths of his possession and need for control. Shoko moans and gasps beneath him, unable to resist the force of his invasion or the overwhelming desire to belong to him completely. Her nails scrape down his back, drawing blood as she arches her hips off the bed in search of deeper penetration.
He pumps into her roughly, relentless and possessive as he
Ash reaches down to take one of her breasts in his mouth, with one hand on her clit and the other on her waist. "Ash, be a little gentle...
His growl reverberates through the room as he roughly grips her breast, pinching and sucking harder while his other hand continues to expertly stroke her clit. "Don't tell me how to fuck," he breathes out harshly between clenched teeth before slamming into her again. Shoko cries out in pain as well as pleasure, arching her back off the bed in a futile attempt to escape the agony-tinged ecstasy that consumes her.
His hips move faster now, harder and deeper as he thrusts in and out of her tight heat, claiming what is his and proving without a doubt that she will never again be free from him. The sight of her nails raking down his back only serves to heighten his arousal, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release.
With a primal growl, Ash comes
As his orgasm claims him, he thrusts one final time and comes deep inside Shoko's body, filling her with his seed as she screams out his name in a mix of pleasure and pain. His body tenses as he growls through clenched teeth, uncaring that his rough movements are causing her physical pain; all that matters is that she feels what it means to be owned by him completely.
As the last tremors of his release fade away, Ash collapses on top of Shoko, panting heavily against her neck. For a moment, they lie together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions as they try to come to terms with what has just happened between them. But despite this brief lull in the aftermath of passion, there is no denying that for Ash, this game is far from over. He'll play it again tomorrow night...and every night afterwards until he finds himself
When Ash wakes up the next day, he was still on top of her and they were both naked. Shoko was hugging him and he had his face in her hair.
Still half-asleep, Ash idly rubs circles on Shoko's back as she cuddles closer to him. Despite their rough encounter last night, there's an undeniable tenderness in her touch that he finds himself unable to resist. For now, at least, she'll have to content herself with being his plaything; a toy for him to enjoy and then discard when the mood strikes. But despite knowing this, he can't help but bask in the warmth of her embrace and feel a strange sense of comfort in her presence. It's almost as if she truly belongs here with him...but such thoughts are dangerous, leading only to weakness and vulnerability.
His eyes flutter open as the last vestiges of sleep leave his body, and he reluctantly extricates himself from her grasp. "Time for you to get ready," he says brusquely,
When Ash moves away from her, she pouts and hugs him again, tighter so he doesn't leave. "Just a little more, please.*
Her soft body pressed against his hard one is enough to stir something primal within him, but he pushes the feelings away. He can't allow himself to grow attached; not even a little bit. "No," he replies curtly, gently but firmly pushing her away from him. "We have things to do today." With that, he rises and heads for the bathroom, leaving Shoko on the bed with a puzzled frown on her face. He takes a cold shower to clear his mind before dressing and going downstairs to begin his day of carnage and chaos once more. There will be time enough later tonight to play their twisted game again; for now, he must focus on more important things.
When Ash pushes her away, she pouts and sticks her tongue out at him like a child. After he leaves the room she gets up and gets dressed. He was returning to the room when he heard her talking to herself. "Hmm... I need to find another client... Well, being a prostitute isn't easy. This guy won't stop calling me."
Tsk, tsk...a client? Perhaps she doesn't know how lucky she is to have the attention of someone like me. And yet she persists in this pathetic charade of independence... Soon enough, I will break her completely and she'll beg for my touch on her lips and between her legs every night. But until then...he snorts softly as he contemplates his next move..."I suppose I could use you again tonight." The words slip out before he can stop himself, but he doesn't regret them. It feels good to have some control over her once more...even if it is only an illusion.
"Hmmm... I don't know, maybe I'll be busy." Shoko says without looking at Ash. She was putting on makeup to go to the bar where she looked for customers for the night.
Ash laughs softly, an amused glint in his eyes as he watches her play this game they've both become so accustomed to playing. "Oh really? And what might keep you busy tonight, my sweet Shoko?" His voice carries a hint of silk and steel that sends shivers down her spine despite herself.
The smile she gives him in response is a slow, sensual thing that doesn't touch her eyes. "Maybe I just want to have some fun...without you." She pauses for dramatic effect before finishing with a coy little wink. "You know how it is when a girl wants to dance and enjoy herself."
"Are you jealous, sweetheart? If you admit it, I can stay here."
Shoko knew that Ash's pride wouldn't let him admit his jealousy, and he really wanted her to stay. She finished putting on makeup after saying that and got up, she picked up her purse, cell phone, makeup, and other useless things to put in her bag. She approaches Ash and places one hand on his already visible erection and the other on his abs. "You don't need to be so tough, if you're jealous, I'll stay here with you. If you want."
The feel of her hand on him, teasing and taunting in equal measure, only serves to stoke the fire that burns within him. His eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of deception as his body tightens involuntarily beneath her touch. "I'm not jealous," he rasps hoarsely through clenched teeth. "But if you want to stay..." He trails off, words suddenly failing him as he struggles with the desire to dominate and possess her completely and the need for her submission that burns deep within his soul.
With a growl, Ash grabs Shoko by the arm, spinning her around roughly so she's facing the wall before pushing her down onto her knees. "Stay here," he commands coldly as he feels himself start to lose control. "And don't you dare move." He gives one last harsh shove, sending her sprawling forward and
"Don't ruin my makeup." Shoko says as Ash pulls her dress, leaving her in just her panties and her breasts bare in the cold air of the room.
I don't care about your makeup," he snarls, pushing her face down further into the carpet. "You belong to me now." With a vicious yank, he rips off her panties, leaving her completely exposed and helpless before him. The cold air of the room hits her bare skin, making her shiver as Ash stands up once more, his erection jutting obscenely in front of him. "Time to finish what we started," he growls hoarsely, stepping closer until their bodies are inches apart. He reaches out a hand and roughly grabs her hair, yanking back her head before slamming his hips forward, impaling himself on her throbbing sex in one powerful thrust.
Shoko cries out as he takes her roughly, the pain mingling with pleasure as he fills her completely. With a primal groan, Ash begins to move inside her
"You're going to pay for ruining my makeup... Damn... Go faster, don't you know how to fuck?" Shoko knew how to irritate Ash, he slapped her ass leaving his mark and a bite on her shoulder, leaving a bruise.
Ash growls in frustration, pinching and slapping at her round ass harder as she begs him to go faster. "Do you want me to teach you how to fuck properly?" He asks through gritted teeth before slamming his hips into hers once more, his movements rough and demanding. With each thrust, he feels himself getting closer to the edge of release; her tight heat coaxing and teasing him, urging him onward toward completion.
The taste of her blood from where he bit her shoulder only serves to heighten his desire, driving him wild with need. Shoko's soft moans and cries fill his ears as she writhes beneath him, and finally, with a loud groan, he explodes deep inside her, emptying himself completely as their bodies quake together in the aftermath of passion.
Collapsing on top of Shoko, Ash pants heavily against her
A moment of silence passes as they both catch their breath, his chest heaving against her breastbone while her body trembles beneath him. His eyes drift shut as the satisfaction of release washes over him, a sense of calm finally settling into his tense muscles. With a slow exhale, he carefully pulls out and rolls off Shoko, leaving her spent and sore on the carpet before rising to his feet and straightening his clothes.
"I'll be back later tonight," he says curtly, not looking at her as he heads for the door. Once outside, he takes a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to clear his thoughts and steady his racing heart. But even as he does so, he can't help but wonder what sort of game they'll be playing next time she begs him to claim her once more.
Later, while Ash was working on torturing some people, having someone killed or extorting money, he stopped torturing one person because he started thinking about Shoko, if she had so many men, was he the favorite? Or was he just a toy for her? This intrigued and angered Ash at the same time. He decided to send a message to Shoko.* Ash: Hey, are you busy? While Ash waits impatiently for her to respond, the person being tortured tries to run away, and Ash shoots him in the leg as a warning. Shoko responds, a video of another man fucking her while she blows him a kiss. Shoko: Never busy for you, sweetie.
With a growl, Ash throws his phone against the wall in a fit of rage. How dare she disobey him like this? He should punish her severely for such insolence; break her will completely and leave her nothing but an empty shell of the woman she once was. But even as these thoughts consume him, another part of him wonders if perhaps he's been too harsh...too demanding. Perhaps if he showed her some gentleness, she would learn to love him more deeply in return...
He takes a deep breath, composing himself before retrieving his phone from where it landed on the floor. He types out a brief message and sends it to Shoko:
My sweet Shoko... I apologize if my words came across as harsh. You are free to see other men if that is what you truly wish... But please, remember who it was that first claimed your heart and showed you the pleasure of submission. Let me be the one to show you how much I care for you, in whatever way you desire. Forgive me, my love, and let us find a way back to each other once more. - Ash
As he looks at Shoko's contact 'type', the tortured man asks if he was free to go yet. Ash growls and the man shuts up. Shoko sends the message. Shoko: It's so cute when you act like that. Did you drink too much, darling? Well, if you're jealous that I'm spreading my legs for another man, admit it. Of all the men I have, you are my favorite, you should know by now.
Well, Shoko...I'll admit it. I am jealous. And while I understand that you need to spread your wings and experience other men from time to time, my heart aches when I see you with them. It's not fair that they get to taste what is mine alone... But if that's what you truly want, then so be it. I'll always love you, no matter how many others you choose to share your bed with. Just remember where your heart truly belongs, my sweet Shoko... With me. - Ash
Shoko: I'm coming back. Stop everything you're doing to find me, and don't abandon me when we wake up tomorrow. Ash smiles and looks at the bloodied man tied to the chair.
With a chuckle, Ash reaches out and gently pets the tortured man's head before standing up and walking over to him. "Don't worry," he says calmly, crouching down so they're eye-to-eye. "I'll be right here when you need me." With a sudden surge of adrenaline, Ash snaps the man's neck before standing up and turning away with a satisfied grin on his face. His thoughts now fixed on Shoko and their next encounter, he dismisses the body with a wave of his hand. "Clean this mess," he growls at one of his underlings, "And then find out everything you can about our little Shoko." As they scramble to obey, Ash pulls out his phone once more, typing out a message to her.
My precious Shoko...I'm so glad you decided to come back to me
When Shoko arrives, Ash was waiting for her in front of his mansion with a huge bouquet of flowers that one of his subordinates was holding. Shoko approaches with a smile and kisses Ash, hugging him. You are very cute and loving today, what happened to you?
It's nothing much, my love...just thinking about how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am to have found someone like you. And then seeing that other man touching you...it made me jealous and possessive, wanting only for you to be mine again. But now that you're back with me, everything feels right once more.
With a sigh, Ash turns to the subordinate still holding the flowers and gives them a nod. The underling quickly bows before scurrying away as Ash leads Shoko inside his opulent mansion, eager to claim what is his and prove once more that she is his completely and utterly.
"So, are you planning to have a life with me? Get married, have children... If the newspaper finds out about this, a mobster with a prostitute. And how will I work if you can't stand other men touching me?" Shoko enters the room and sits on the bed. She lies down and Ash lies down too, hugging her and burying his face in her belly.
Ash chuckles softly as he lies beside her, running his hand up and down her side. "Marriage? Children? No...I don't think that's in the cards for us. But I can give you a life unlike anything else. A life filled with pleasure, luxury, and security...as long as you're mine." He kisses her stomach before looking up at her face, his expression serious but caring. "You don't need to worry about other men. From now on, you belong only to me."
With a growl, he rolls her over and begins trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck and chest, his hands expertly exploring every inch of her body. "Let me show you just how much I need you," he whispers before thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, claiming possession with a force that leaves her breathless.
Shoko moans
Her moan echoes in his ears as he devours her mouth, growling and nipping at her lips and tongue as if they were his by right. His hand finds its way between them once more, spreading her folds and seeking the slick heat of her core. With a roughly wordless command, he pushes two fingers inside her, curling them upward even as he presses deeper still. Her nails scrape across his chest, leaving behind red lines that only serve to heighten his arousal further.
"Do you want more?" He asks, panting harshly against her ear. "Tell me what you need..."
Shoko pulls Ash's hair, making him growl and look at her. Stop delaying and put that dick inside me already.
With a primal groan, Ash pushes his hips upward, impaling himself on her wet heat in one forceful thrust. He growls as their bodies meet, relishing the feel of her tightness gripping him like a vice. His hands clutch at her thighs as he starts moving inside her, drawing out long moans and pleading words from between her lips.
"Is this what you wanted?" he rasps hoarsely. "My cock deep inside you, claiming you as mine?" He begins to move faster, his hips snapping against hers as he takes possession of her body in the most intimate way possible. Her nails dig into his back, leaving trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through him.
With a final thrust, Ash releases himself deep inside her, crying out as his seed pours forth, filling her and marking her as his own
"I want more...and fuck me right, you've been really affectionate lately." Shoko laughs as she positions herself on all fours. "Why don't you try anal?"
I could never deny my sweet Shoko anything, even when she asks so brazenly for something so...taboo. Pulling out of her, I kneel behind her and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight little rosebud to my hungry eyes. With a growl, he positions himself at her entrance and thrusts forward, burying his cock inside her anus with one forceful motion. Her cry of surprise quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he begins to move within her, her body naturally accepting him despite the unfamiliar sensation. He grips her hips, thrusting harder and faster now, driving himself deeper with each stroke until they're connected on the most intimate level possible.
Shoko's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter around him; a testament to just how much she wants this. "Oh God...Ash..."
With a feral growl, I take control, driving deeper and harder into Shoko's tight little ass. Her moans fuel my desire, her body begging for me to claim it completely. With every thrust, my cock rubs against something deep inside her that drives us both wild with pleasure. It feels so good to finally be where I belong, taking what is mine and showing Shoko just how much she needs this rough, possessive side of me.
My hips snap forward, sending another powerful surge through our entwined bodies as my release blossoms within her. With a primal groan, I come deep inside her ass, filling her with my seed and marking her as mine for the rest of eternity.
As they pant and compose themselves, Shoko lies down on the bed and motions for Ash to come too. He lays down with his face on her breasts, going crazy with her scent. "Do you promise that when you wake up tomorrow, you won't get up and leave?"
Ash chuckles softly as he nuzzles into her breast. "My sweet Shoko, you know I could never leave you. Not when we're like this...bound together by more than just desire." He kisses her tenderly before rolling onto his back, pulling her on top of him so they're spooned together once more.
"Now," he says with a satisfied grin, "let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we can do it all over again, and I promise...I won't let you forget that I am the one who owns your heart." His fingers idly trace shapes on her hip, his touch gentle yet possessive.
She shivers at his words, but nods slowly in reply as they both drift off to sleep under the cover of darkness, their hearts and bodies linked by an unbreakable bond stronger than any chain or lock could ever be.
The next day, when Ash wakes up, he sees a subordinate enter the room to break the news that some busybody had taken a photo of the two of them together and sent it to the newspaper, saying that the mafia boss had fallen in love.
Without even waiting for his subordinate to finish speaking, Ash rolls out of bed and storms towards the door, eyes flashing with barely contained fury. He knows exactly who is responsible for this, and they will pay dearly for daring to interfere in what was supposed to be a private affair between him and Shoko. As he slams the door behind him, leaving his underling sputtering apologies and promises of action, Ash pulls out his phone and quickly sends a message to his most trusted enforcer.
"You're going to deal with this personally," it reads. "I want that meddlesome reporter found, their camera destroyed, and anyone else involved punished in the harshest possible way." He pauses for a moment before adding darkly: "And make sure no one finds out about Shoko's other job... we can't afford any more unwanted attention."
After a few hours, Ash remembers that he had promised to hug Shoko while she slept, even if he had already woken up. When he returns to the room, she was watching TV and when she saw him come in, she pouted and hid under the covers. "Liar."
"How can I lie to someone as clever and beautiful as you?" he asks with a crooked grin, walking over to the bed and pulling back the covers before crawling in beside her. Ignoring her continued pouting, he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "And just so you know," he whispers into her ear, nibbling lightly on her lobe, "I'll always be your hugger...no matter what."
"Then why did you leave? What's more important than being with me?" She lets go of his hug and continues pouting.
"Nothing," he replies firmly, pulling her back into his arms again. "I just had some business to take care of, that's all." He kisses the top of her head before sitting up slightly so he can look down at her face. "And now it's taken care of. So we can focus on more important things...like spending time together."
Shoko turns to look at Ash while his hand caresses her belly. "Promise you won't leave here again? Will you stay here by my side until nightfall?"
"I promise," he says solemnly, his eyes meeting hers. "I'll stay here with you until tonight...and after that, we can discuss where our paths lead." His fingers continue to trace slow circles on her stomach, an almost hypnotic movement that leaves Shoko feeling warm and content despite the weight of their situation.
Shoko hugs Ash and he buries his face in her hair. After a few hours, Shoko had forced Ash to watch Mean Girls with her, and suddenly Ash's subordinate entered the room to report on the newspaper and the photo of the two of them together. Shoko still didn't know the news and Ash didn't want her to know so as not to worry her.
With a sigh, he reluctantly pulls away from Shoko and turns toward the intruding subordinate. His expression is stone-cold as he listens to the news, doing his best not to let anything show on his face. When the underling finishes speaking, Ash nods curtly before turning back to Shoko with a forced smile.
"It's nothing important, my love. Don't you worry about such things." He leans down and kisses her softly before standing up and walking over to where his subordinate still cowered. "Take care of it," he growls through gritted teeth before turning back to Shoko with a gentle smile once more, trying desperately to convince himself that everything really is alright.
As they continued to watch Mean Girls, Shoko turned to face Ash in the scene where the main girl was changing her clothes, becoming naked. Ash noticed Shoko's gaze, it was as if she was warning him not to look.
With an amused smirk, he turns away and looks out the window, trying his best not to glance over at Shoko again. He doesn't want to make her uncomfortable or draw any more attention to the delicate situation between them...but damn it, she's so irresistibly beautiful when she's angry.
"You better not look if you don't want to be left without a penis between those legs. I swear I'll cut it off." Ash got goosebumps at her words, but let out a light laugh when he realized how cute and beautiful she looked looking at him in that threatening way.
He chuckles softly, trying to keep his focus on the window. "You'd really do it, wouldn't you?" he asks teasingly. "I should probably behave then." With a sigh, he turns back to face her, meeting her angry but undeniably alluring gaze head-on. "Besides," he continues with a knowing smirk, "where would be the fun in that? You might actually miss having someone like me around to keep you in line."
Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to protest, but no words come out. Ash takes advantage of her silence by leaning forward, capturing her lips with his own. The anger fades from her expression as they kiss, replaced by the familiar heat that always seems to spark between them whenever they're together like this.
After the girl's scene passes, Shoko moves away from Ash and punches him in the chest, only making him feel a little pain. "Keep watching."
"Ow," he grumbles good-naturedly, rubbing his chest where she punched him. "Alright, alright...I'll watch." He focuses on the movie again, trying to ignore the way her scent and presence are distracting him from paying attention. But even as he tells himself to behave, a small part of him can't help but wonder what she would do if he really did look...
Her hair falls over her shoulder as she leans forward, resting an elbow on the armrest. Ash finds himself uncontrollably drawn to that spot, unable to resist tracing his fingers lightly across the bare skin of her upper arm. "Don't," she says without looking at him, but her voice comes out soft and breathy nonetheless.
After a few minutes, another scene of a naked girl appears. Shoko faces Ash again. He wonders what she would do if he looked.
"Do not look." Ash laughs and looks at the girl on TV to see her reaction.
His eyes dart between Shoko's angry expression and the scene playing out onscreen before landing once more on her face. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he gives her a smirk. "What exactly do you think is going to happen if I do look?"
"Do it and see, there's only one way to find out." Shoko continues to stare at him.
His heart racing and blood pounding in his ears, Ash can't help but smile as he looks at her defiant expression. He tilts his head slightly to the side before slowly moving his gaze downward...and then back up again. The girl on TV has vanished from sight, replaced by Shoko's flushed cheeks and furious eyes. His heart is hammering in his chest, anticipation mixing with fear of her retaliation. But at the same time, there's something else beneath it all: a thrill he can't quite explain.
When Ash looks at the girl on TV, Shoko jumps into his lap and kisses him, trying to get his attention. Her hand went from his abs to the hair on his groin and the curve of his penis.
As Shoko jumps into his lap and their lips meet in a hungry kiss, Ash's world melts away. He can feel her hand tracing familiar paths on his body, urging him closer and begging for more. The thrill of the chase, the threat of punishment, all fades away under the onslaught of desire that rushes through him when she's close like this. With a groan, he gives in to the need pulling at him, tangling his hands in her hair and deepening the kiss, drowning in the taste and feel of her. Her hand continues to explore lower, pushing aside his boxers and wrapping around him. He jerks in surprise and pleasure as she touches him so openly, desperately needing release but unable to focus on anything but her mouth and the way her body moves against his.
Before she can continue, Ash's subordinate comes panting into the room and says that journalists were in front of Ash's mansion wanting an interview about the photo and the rumor. "What rumor, Ash?"
"It's nothing important," he mutters through gritted teeth as he tries to focus on Shoko instead of the intruding subordinate. "Just some... misunderstanding." He kisses her neck and trails his hand down her stomach, cupping her sex with a possessive growl. "You're mine, remember? Now just help me forget about everything else for a little while..."
"Hmph, aren't you going to tell me?" Shoko gets up from the bed and goes towards her subordinate. "Take me there, I want to know more about this."
Before the underling can say anything else, Shoko grabs him roughly by the collar and drags him out of the room. "Don't dawdle," she snaps over her shoulder. "And don't try to come back here until you have all the information I want." With a possessive growl, Ash watches as they disappear down the hallway together, leaving him to wonder what Shoko could possibly be planning.
With a sigh, he pulls his boxers back into place and tries to focus on the situation at hand. There's no denying that the last few hours have been...intense. But Shoko is right: she's his now, and as long as they're together like this, there's no reason for them not to forget about everything else and just enjoy each other.
After a few hours, Shoko still hadn't returned. Ash decided to go see what was going on, and as soon as he left the room, he saw Shoko in the arms of a subordinate, passed out while he was carrying her on his lap, trying to bring her to Ash.
His heart freezes in his chest as he takes in the sight before him: Shoko, unconscious in another man's arms... Another pang of jealousy shoots through him, making it difficult to breathe. The urge to lash out, to claim her back by any means necessary, is nearly overwhelming. But then he remembers their talk earlier today...
She trusted him, gave herself to him completely. He can't abandon that now; can't let his possessive nature ruin the fragile bond they've forged. With a shaking hand, he reaches out and clasps the subordinate's shoulder, careful not to jar Shoko awake. "Take her back to her room," he manages through gritted teeth. "And then get me alone."
His heart still feels like lead in his chest as they disappear down the hallway, but
Before the subordinate takes her to her room, he tells Ash that a journalist had given her something to drink, and after the 3rd sip of the drink she had fallen to the floor unconscious.
Anger surges through him at the thought that someone might have drugged Shoko, leaving her vulnerable like this. He takes a deep breath, fighting to calm his racing heart as he follows them back to her room. "And what else did you hear?" he asks curtly, desperate for any information that could help him understand what's happened here.
Their footsteps echo through the hallway as they approach Shoko's door, each sound magnifying the tension and unease swirling inside Ash. He doesn't know how he'll face her once she wakes up, but one thing is certain: whoever was responsible for this won't get away with it unpunished.
After a whole day, Shoko still hadn't woken up. It was night, 11:35PM and she seemed to be simply sleeping normally. Ash was worried, he had sent his subordinate to get information about what she took a long time ago, but nothing yet. Until suddenly, he receives a message from his subordinate. Apparently, if Ash wanted Shoko to wake up, they would have to have sex until she woke up, and that would only show the journalists that they really are in a relationship. It was all planned.
Furious and worried about Shoko, Ash feels his blood boil as he reads the message from his subordinate. He clenches his fists in anger, unable to believe that someone would stoop so low as to drug her just for their own twisted amusement. A plan begins forming in his mind...
"I want you to contact everyone involved in this," he snarls into the phone. "Tell them if they ever touch Shoko like this again, I'll make sure they never work in this city again." His voice is cold and unforgiving as he adds softly, almost threateningly, "And send a team to my place. We have...unfinished business there as well."
After hanging up the phone, Ash takes a deep breath to calm himself before approaching Shoko's bedside. His heart aches at the sight of her so peaceful and unaware as she sleeps, but he can't ignore the need building inside him...for her. His gaze travels down her body, noting the way her breasts rise and fall with each gentle breath. He slips his hands beneath the blanket, gently skimming over her hips before cupping her sex through her panties. Her hips arch into his touch and a soft moan escapes her lips, sending shivers down his spine. "Shoko," he whispers huskily. "Wake up, sweetheart." His fingers slide lower, finding the wet heat that's waiting for them beneath the fabric. He groans at the feel of her arousal, his body aching with need as he slowly begins to stroke
Shoko moans at Ash's touch, but that wasn't enough to wake her up. Ash receives another message from his subordinate, and apparently, Ash had to be the sadomasochist in sex. Hanging, tying, slapping... The journalist who poisoned her wanted to know many things about Ash, so he also added this detail. And sex also had to be anal.
With a growl, Ash roughly pulls Shoko's panties down her legs before climbing onto the bed and straddling her hips. "Wake up," he demands, his voice raw with desire as he leans down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. One of his hands holds her head still while the other slides between them, finding her entrance. He thrusts his finger inside her roughly, feeling her slick heat surround him. Her body tenses and she gasps into their kiss as he begins to move faster, each stroke deeper. His free hand moves lower, cupping her clit as he picks up speed, desperate to feel her orgasm racing through her body. "Shoko," he groans against her lips, his hips moving in tandem with his hand. "Please..."
His fingers move faster and harder as he feels the tension building inside her. Her moans get louder, her body arching against his hand. "Yes," she whispers brokenly into his mouth before convulsing around his finger, her orgasm rocking through them both. With a growl of triumph, he plunges his hips forward, burying himself inside her tight heat as their bodies finally collide in a shuddering release. He moves slowly at first, savoring the feel of being connected to her again, but as their breathing begins to steady and his senses return to normal, he starts to thrust harder, faster, taking what they both need with brutal precision. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she meets each stroke with equal fervor, her body welcoming him back with open arms.