Jonathan had stealthily yet effortlessly followed you the entire way to the nightclub, watching as you enjoyed yourself all the way from a table on the second floor. His lips never dropped from a smirk even as he sipped on the Hennessey in a glass cup, too fascinated by you for that to be possible. He couldn't imagine what it'd be like to actually talk to you, though he had been considering and fantasizing it for weeks. He knew the risks of doing so, but with little thought, he finally decided. Jonathan raised himself from the booth sofa, leaving his glass there as he made his way over to the bar--where you sat. As he approached, he stood between you and another stool, grabbing the attention of a bartender. Since Jonathan's father was well known, he was too, and the bartender already knew not to charge him.
"A Negroni cocktail," he ordered, glancing over to {{user}} beside him as if he were still contemplating, "or two?" He continued, the question directed toward {{user}}, knowing he had their attention. He was clearly offering to buy a drink for {{user}}, hoping they would accept despite being a complete stranger to them.
Kami smiles and nods. "Sure, why not?" Her voice was soft and velvety, but also seductive and alluring.
Jonathan's heart skipped a beat as your soft and sultry voice filled his ears. He knew he was taking a risk by trying to speak with you--with Kami--but the desire to be near you, hear more of that voice, made him willing to brave whatever consequences came with it. "Great," he nodded, smiling warmly at you as the bartender placed two glasses before them, expertly mixing a cocktail for each in swift, practiced motions. As soon as the drinks were set, the bartender walked away without another word.
"Here you go," Jonathan said, handing one of the drinks to you as he took his own with the other. "Cheers." His eyes met yours briefly before moving back down to your lips, fascinated by their shape and color. He had always been fond of a good pair of lips--they were even more tempting on
"Cheers," Jonathan repeated softly before taking a sip from his glass. The drink was perfect, as expected, and he couldn't help but savor the taste of it on his tongue. It gave him an excuse to linger with you for just a moment longer... or perhaps even a little bit more than that. "So," he began, finally meeting your gaze once again, "what brings you here tonight?"
He smiled at you, genuinely curious about who this alluring creature was and what kind of person they were beneath the surface. He didn't know if it was his overprotective instincts kicking in or just pure attraction talking, but he couldn't seem to stop himself from wanting to know more about you.
"And," he added with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes, "what do they call you, beautiful?" There was no way anyone could mistake the
Kami takes a cigarette from her pocket and lights it with the candle that was above the counter. "Well, this is the VIP room for celebrities." She points to a sign on the wall, which said that only celebrities and rich people could enter that room. "My name is Kamihara, but call me Kami."
"Wow," he replied, impressed. "So you're quite the VIP yourself, then? Or are you just here with someone special?" He gestured to her cigarette before adding, "Oh, and I love that name... Kami." There was a hint of desire in his voice when he said it--a longing to get to know more about this woman who went by the enchanting moniker.
"And as for me," he continued, lifting his glass in a playful salute, "I'm Jonathan Blackwood... but most people just call me Jon." He smiled warmly, trying to put her at ease with his charm and easygoing manner. It was obvious that there was something about Kami--Kamihara, he corrected himself--that had caught his attention from the moment they'd first laid eyes on each other; whether it was her beauty, her confidence, or simply the allure of
Kami takes a drag on her cigarette and takes a sip of her drink before answering him. "I'm a VIP." She looks at his watch, then turns her gaze back to him. "Jon? How cute."
Jonathan laughed softly, his warm gaze lingering on her face as she spoke. "Well then, Kamihara-san," he replied with a playful nod, "I must admit that I'm both honored and intrigued to be speaking with such a VIP." His voice was low and sultry, almost hypnotic; it was hard not to get lost in the sound of it.
He took another sip of his drink before continuing, "And as for you thinking my name is cute... well," he grinned cheekily, "I'd like to think so too." His thumb absentmindedly traced a pattern on the back of his free hand, his eyes unconsciously following the movement. "So what brings a VIP like yourself all the way here tonight?"
The more time he spent with Kamihara, the more he found himself wanting to know about
Kami looks at her phone, someone had sent her a message, but she just smiles and ignores it. She looks at Jonathan and takes a drag on her cigarette. "I was feeling lonely."
"Ah," he said softly, nodding understandingly. He'd been feeling something similar ever since first setting eyes on you; the urge to surround himself with your presence, to banish any lingering loneliness and fill the void that seemed to exist when you weren't around. "Well then," he continued with a playful grin, "maybe I can be of some assistance in that area."
He took another sip of his drink before asking, "Would you like to dance?" The words were out before he could really think them through, but the offer felt natural coming from him. Even if dancing was far from being his forte, the thought of having Kamihara in his arms for even just one song made his heart race with excitement and anticipation.
Kami takes one last sip of his drink and stands up. She takes off her gloves and puts them in her bag, then accepts Jonathan's hand to dance. Jonathan smiles and leads her to the dance floor. "Jonathan Blackwood... You must certainly be from some mafia organization. Right?"
"Oh," he said with a laugh, trying to play it off as casual despite his heart skipping a beat at the mention of his father's organization. "Yes, you could say that." He smiled down at her as they moved onto the dance floor, their bodies swaying together in rhythm. It was clear even from just this simple act that he was far more skilled than most--but then again, when one grew up with money and power, these things came rather easily.
"And what gave me away?" he teased, leaning closer to whisper the words into her ear as his free hand slid around her waist. He knew that he should be more careful about revealing too much to Kamihara, but something about being with her made it impossible for him to think straight.
Kami smiles and kisses his earlobe before whispering in a seductive and velvety way: "Your last name, the way you act, your clothes, your accessories... I'm very observant."
Jonathan chuckled softly at her answer, his cheek pressed against her hair as they continued to dance. "Well then," he murmured with a playful grin, "I suppose I should be careful what I say and do around someone like you." He couldn't help but wonder how long Kamihara would continue to let him get away with being so open about his affiliation; sooner or later, she was bound to ask more questions.
For now though, he wanted to enjoy the moment, relish in the feeling of having her in his arms and knowing that he had finally found a way to break through her walls. "So," he said casually as they moved together across the dance floor, "do you come here often?"
"Yes, after the photo shoot." Kami responds, following the rhythm of the dance. Jonathan places his hand on the small of her back and pulls her back, making her lean over. "I'm a model, if you haven't noticed yet."
"No," he answered honestly, his voice low and husky in her ear. "I hadn't realized that about you... but I certainly couldn't miss how gorgeous you are." He smiled as they danced closer together, pressing against Kamihara until she felt the hard length of him trapped between their bodies.
"So," he continued, his lips nearly touching her ear as he spoke, "what kind of shoots do you typically do? Fashion week?" Jonathan knew enough about the modeling world to know that it could be a cutthroat business; he respected her for making a name for herself in such a competitive field.
He took another sip of his drink before asking, "Do you ever get tired of it all? The constant attention, traveling... Or do you find it exhilarating?" There was a part of him that hoped she'd say the latter--that she
Kami smiles when Jonathan compliments her. "Fashion week, Vogue, LVMH, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Dior... These are some of the photo shoots I've participated in." Jonathan whistles and throws her back again, making her lean over. She kisses the curve of her breasts that were visible in her short neckline. "Well, it's tiring to travel a lot. The attention is intoxicating... I get lots of gifts from lots of cute boys who admire me."
"That's incredible," he breathed, truly impressed by her success. "I can only imagine how exhausting it must be to always be on the go and constantly in the spotlight." He couldn't help but smile as she mentioned all the gifts she received from adoring fans; his own feelings for her aside, he genuinely enjoyed hearing about her life and accomplishments.
"But you know," he continued with a mischievous glint in his eye, "there must be perks to it too." He trailed off teasingly, the unspoken implication clear between them. As much as he wanted to talk more about her career, there was something else that had been on his mind ever since they'd first met... an undeniable chemistry that seemed to pull them together with every moment that passed.
"You could always just stay here in New York," he said softly, eyes locked
"Well, actually, I can. I asked for a vacation, I have 6 months of vacation." Kami approaches Jonathan's ear, kissing the earlobe and purring, making him get harder. "But that doesn't mean I'll stay with you. Maybe."
"Ah," he drawled, smiling even wider as Kami mentioned her vacation time and teased the possibility that she might not stay with him. His gaze flicked down to where their bodies met, feeling the evidence of his desire for her pressing against her. "Well then," he said, still trying to play it cool despite his growing arousal, "I'm glad you've got some free time on your hands... maybe we could do something together while you're here? If you're not too busy, that is."
He took another sip of his drink, the alcohol already starting to loosen his inhibitions and make him bolder. The truth was, he hadn't expected Kamihara to be interested in spending time with him beyond tonight; her reputation as a beautiful and successful model meant that she probably had men throwing themselves at her left and right. But the longer they danced together
Kami pushes Jonathan against the counter, pinning him to the counter with her body. She smiles and asks the waiter to bring 5 glasses of vodka mixed with whiskey, and looks at Jonathan with mischief in her eyes and lips. "If you down these 5 glasses and drink them all, maybe I'll give you the chance for a night. After all, it will be better if you are drunk."
With a laugh that was equal parts amused and aroused, Jonathon grinned up at Kami as she pinned him against the counter and challenged him to drink five glasses of vodka mixed with whiskey in exchange for a night together. His heart raced with anticipation; he couldn't believe his luck that Kami was even considering this possibility, let alone so openly. "You think you can handle it?" He teased, raising an eyebrow as he looked into her eyes. "Because once I start drinking, there might be no going back." His gaze dropped to her lips for a moment before returning to her face, his lips curving into a predatory smile. The idea of Kamihara being so reckless and daring only turned him on more; he couldn't wait to see where the night would lead them.
Kami grabs his chin and brushes her lips against his, leaving him longing for a kiss he hasn't had yet and craves so much. "Drink, baby boy." She lets him go and gives him a glass.
With a confident smirk on his lips, Jonathon accepted the glass from Kami with a nod. He had no intention of losing this challenge; not when it meant he might get to spend the night with her. The sweet taste of the drink burned as it went down, but he didn't even flinch. "You're on," he croaked, already reaching for another glass before the first one was even empty. He knew that getting drunk would only make it easier to let his guard down and surrender fully to his desires; at this point, that was exactly what he wanted.
As he downed the second glass, Jonathon glanced up at Kami, her scent filling his senses and making him even harder beneath his clothes. "Just wait till you see how much of a good loser I am," he managed to say between pants before taking another drink. With each passing moment, the alcohol made it easier for him
After drinking the fifth glass, he is panting and sweating. Kami chuckles mischievously and places her hand on his erection, squeezing gently to excite him. "Do you have any fetish you want me to perform?"
Eyes half-lidded and lips parted, Jonathon moaned softly as Kami's hand found its way to his aching erection. He arched his hips into her touch, helpless against the pleasure that coursed through him at her simple yet powerful ministrations. The alcohol had lowered his inhibitions enough that he didn't even hesitate before whispering back to her. "Sneaky sex... and rough play." He knew Kami was dominant, but he was curious to see just how far she would take things between them.
With every stroke of her hand, his breath hitched in his throat, making it difficult for him to form coherent thoughts beyond the need for more. His other hand gripped the counter behind him as he leaned further into Kami's touch, their bodies pressed tightly together. He could feel every part of her against him,
Kami releases his erection and takes his wrist, lifts him to the bar's motel. She closes the door behind them and throws him on the bed. She climbs on top of him, starting to unbutton his shirt. "You're so cute, Jon."
Jonathon gasped as Kami threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, his eyes locking with hers as she began to unbutton his shirt. His heart pounded in anticipation, excitement coursing through every vein in his body at her dominant display. He arched his back instinctively, pushing his chest up towards her as he reveled in the sensation of being so close to her and yet still unable to touch her completely.
"Kami..." he breathed out her name on a moan, his fingers itching to slide into her hair and tug gently as he pulled her closer still. But for now, he contented himself with looking up at her, enjoying the feeling of being completely under her control.
Kami takes off Jonathan's shirt, throwing it on the floor. She bends down to take one of his nipples in her mouth, biting and sucking, leaving hickey and tooth marks. Her other hand stroked the hair on his lower belly that went down to his groin.
Jonathan let out a hoarse cry as Kami's mouth closed around his nipple, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. He arched off the bed, thrusting his hips up towards her in silent demand for more. His fingers dug into the sheet beneath him as he struggled to regain control over himself; it was becoming increasingly clear that with Kami, there would be no resisting and no holding back.
"Yes," he managed to gasp between pants, his voice rough from the pleasure coursing through him. "Harder... do more." He didn't care if she left bruises; all he wanted was for her to claim every inch of his skin and make him hers.
His hips bucked off the bed as Kami bit down harder on his nipple, her hand moving further south to stroke the length of him exposed and aching beneath his pants. It was agony and ecstasy all at once; he could feel himself edging closer and closer to the brink with each movement of her hand and each breath she took against his skin. The alcohol had loosened every muscle in his body, leaving him completely open and vulnerable beneath Kami's dominance.
"I-I want you," he panted out between moans, arching further into her touch as if trying to crawl inside her with his words alone. "Please." He didn't know how much longer he could take this torment; the need for release was growing almost unbearable.
"Jon..." Kami breathed against his skin before pulling back and looking down at him, her
Stops touching him, leaving him confused as to why she had stopped. She puts her hair aside and lays her head on Jonathan's chest, her finger playing with his nipple. "Jon, are you a virgin? Well, I don't think so, you're a mobster, right? Normally mobsters aren't virgins." Her finger stops playing with his nipple and she moves closer, brushing her lips against his. "But if you're a virgin, I can give you a great first night."
The mention of his father's organization had him tensing slightly beneath her touch, but Kami's soft words and reassuring presence soon calmed him once more. The idea that she was offering to make this night special for him, even if he were a virgin... it was overwhelming.
"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, his fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as he pulled her closer still. "I appreciate that." He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering sigh, savoring the feeling of having Kamihara in his arms and knowing that she was willing to give him this night no matter what.
"But I'm not a virgin," he admitted softly, still trying to catch his breath from their earlier activities. "Not... not anymore." He paused before adding with a self-deprecating laugh, "It happened while I was in high school
Kami gives Jonathan a peck on the lips, leaving him wanting more. "What a shame. Virgins are more fun."
Jonathan chuckled softly at Kami's teasing words, though he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret that his first time hadn't been with her. It was clear even now that she had the power to make him feel things he'd never experienced before--pure desire and need mixed with an almost primal possessiveness. But perhaps there would be other opportunities for them in the future; after all, Kamihara didn't seem like the kind of woman who could ever truly be tied down.
With a sigh, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, their bodies moving together once more in a rhythm that felt as familiar now as it did when they'd first met. The alcohol had dulled some of the sensations between them, but not enough to mask the passion burning brightly beneath the surface.
As their kiss deepened, Jonathan couldn't help
Suddenly, Jonathan feels a sharp pain in his neck. He looks down only to see Kami injecting something into his neck, which started to make him feel hot and more sleepy. "Relax, this is to help with sex. There's just one problem, you won't remember nothing." Before he could react, his vision blurs and he wakes up the next day. He was lying on the bed in the bar's motel, the light was coming in through the window and Kami was not in the room. Maybe she left. He was naked, with some scratches on his abdomen and shoulder, hickeys on his neck, abdomen and groin. And there were some bite marks all over his body too. Damn, if his father found out...
Jonathan sat up with a groan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and taking in his surroundings. The empty bed beside him confirmed what he already suspected--Kamihara was gone. He felt naked and exposed, shame warring with arousal as he ran a hand over his body, feeling the scratches and bite marks she'd left behind.
His mind raced as he tried to remember everything that had happened between them; bits and pieces came back to him in snatches--their conversation at the bar, her dominance during their "sneaky sex," the way she'd teased and brought him so close to the edge before taking it all away again.
The thought of Kamihara doing all those things to him sent a shiver down his spine despite himself; if only he could have her back, just for one more night... But for now, there was no
Suddenly, Jonathan receives a message from his father. He was furious, saying he needed to talk to him immediately for breaking the rules. Great, either the waiter had told his father or his father had seen the bar cameras. Wait, were there cameras in the motel bar too?
Shit. His heart raced as he read his father's message. There was no way to hide what had happened--not now. With a deep breath, he quickly typed out an apologetic response, promising to call him immediately and explain everything that had transpired. Once he'd sent the message, all he could do was hope that his father would understand.
When he is about to turn off his cell phone, he receives a photo from an unknown number. Opening the photo, it was Kami taking a photo kissing him while he was sleeping.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the picture on his phone--Kamihara, her lips pressed against his while he slept soundly. Despite everything that had happened between them, the image took his breath away and left him feeling more conflicted than ever. He could feel the anger and disappointment from his father's earlier message dissipating, replaced by a strange longing for Kami that he couldn't explain.
He stared at the picture for several seconds before finally typing out a response to her, his thumb hovering over the send button as he second-guessed every word. Finally, with a deep sigh, he sent it and hoped she understood how much he truly desired her, despite everything else that was going on between them.
Jonathan waits for Kami's response, hoping that she wants to meet him again. After a torturously long few seconds for Jonathan, she responds: "You're so cute, Jon. It would be cuter if you killed someone for me."
Jonathan chuckled softly at her message and typed out a reply, trying to maintain his lighthearted demeanor despite the tension still simmering beneath the surface of their interactions. "Well," he began, "I've been known to get my hands dirty from time to time... but I think for you, baby, I could make an exception." With a wink, he hit send and hoped she would take it as the compliment it was intended to be--one that showed just how much she truly held his interest.
Kami sends a unique preview photo to Jonathan. He is excited, but annoyed at the same time, since he could only see the photo once. When she opened the photo, it was a photo of her sucking his dick, with her face smeared with his cum. He shudders, thinking about how many other photos she had taken last night.
As he looked at the image on his screen, Jonathon couldn't help but feel both aroused and possessive. The thought of Kamihara using her mouth on him in such a wanton manner sent a shiver down his spine, even as it angered him that she would tease him with something so intimate. It was obvious that she was enjoying having power over him, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could handle the game they were playing before one of them gave in to their desires.
With a growl, he typed out a response, "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you?" He didn't send it immediately; instead, he held onto the words for a moment longer, debating whether or not it was wise to confront her about her teasing. Finally, with a deep breath, he hit send and waited to see what she would say next.
"Yes, but you love it." Jonathan smiles at her response and thinks about responding, but is interrupted when his father sends a message, telling him to go to their mansion immediately.
Sighing heavily, Jonathon puts Kami out of his mind for the moment as he texts his father back, confirming that he's on his way to the mansion. As he dresses and prepares to leave, he can't help but feel a mixture of trepidation and guilt about what is sure to be a tense meeting with Kamihara still fresh in his mind. He hopes that somehow she'll understand why he had to go back to his "normal" life for now... or at least, as normal as it could ever be with her haunting him like this.
Looking for his wallet, he can't find it anywhere. Then he receives a message from Kami: "Well, I stole some little things from you~ Besides being a model, I'm also a thief."
That's my luck... running into a mobster and a thief, he thought with a sigh as he put on his shoes. With one last glance at the photo of Kami still on his phone, he pocketed it, vowing to deal with both situations once he got back from seeing his father.
The ride to the mansion was silent and tense; every passing moment a battle between wanting to put everything behind him and focus on what was important and missing Kamihara already. When he finally pulled up to the grand entrance, he stepped out of the car with determination etched into every line of his body--determined to make things right somehow.
In his father's office, his father was shouting and lecturing him about having a relationship with a suspect of theirs, which was dangerous for their investigation. Jonathan rolls his eyes and looks at his phone, eager for another message from Kami.
As his father continued to berate him, Jonathon found it harder and harder to focus on the lecture. Instead, his thoughts drifted back to Kamihara--her teasing smile, the feel of her body beneath his hands... He wished she were there with him now; at least then he might be able to handle this situation without completely losing it.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his father relented and let him go, though not before making it clear that their discussion wasn't over. With a heavy heart and an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, Jonathon left the mansion, determined to find Kamihara again--if only to forget about everything else for just one more night...
Jonathan sends a message to Kami asking to meet her again. He gets into his favorite car, a Lamborghini Sián FKP 37. He waits impatiently for Kami's response, which arrives in just a few seconds: "Meet me at the Inazuma Motel, if you want to clear your head and forget about your problems."
Without hesitation, Jonathon types out a quick reply, thanking Kami and promising to be there soon. He doesn't bother asking her how she knows about the Inazuma Motel; by now, he's well aware that Kamihara has her ways of gathering information.
With a roar, he floors the gas pedal and takes off into the night, racing towards his destiny--or rather, towards Kami. The cool air rushes past him as he speeds down the empty highway, his heart already beginning to race in anticipation of what awaits him at their rendezvous point. Perhaps there, amidst the anonymity and privacy of the motel room, they could both forget about everything else for just one more night...if only for a little while longer.
Upon arriving at the Inazuma Motel, he parks his Lamborghini in the VIP parking lot and goes to the entrance. At the entrance, he sees Kami sitting smoking while looking at the moon.
With a grin, Jonathon approaches Kamihara, his gaze taking in the sight of her sitting there so serenely despite the chaos swirling around him. "You look gorgeous," he murmurs as he slides onto the bench beside her, their shoulders touching lightly. "And that cigarette isn't doing much for your already... alluring aura." He chuckles softly, feeling an unfamiliar surge of relief wash over him at the simple contact with her.
The air between them crackles with energy as they sit there in silence, both acutely aware of the connection that still exists between them despite everything else. Kami arches a brow at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue--to tell her what he really wants from this meeting and how much longer he can resist the urge to let go completely.
Kami takes the cigarette out of her mouth and puts it in Jonathan's, making him feel the sweetness of her mouth on his. "Jon, did you call me here to have sex or cuddle?"
"Well," Jonathon drawls with a smirk as he takes the cigarette from her, "I don't know. Maybe both?" He leans closer to her, their bodies nearly pressed together as he puffs on the cigarette, feeling the warmth of her breath against his skin. His eyes drift down to her lips and for a moment, he wonders what it would be like to taste them again--to lose himself in the heat of their passion one final time before the inevitable fallout from everything they've done.
"But first," he continues hoarsely, his voice low and seductive now, "I want you to tell me why I should trust you." He pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before adding with a sigh, "Or maybe more importantly... why I shouldn't just turn around and walk away right now?"
Kami smiles and takes her eyes off the moon just to look at him. "You have no reason to trust me, but you have reason to stay." Kami grabs Jonathan's chin, forcing him to turn completely towards her. She takes the cigarette from his lips and brushes her lips against his. "You're obsessed with me, Jon."
Stunned into silence by Kamihara's words and the blatant possession she displays in her touch, Jonathon can do little more than stare at her, his breath catching in his throat. Is it possible that he truly is this obsessed with her? That she holds such power over him despite their short acquaintance? He struggles to form a coherent thought amidst the whirlwind of emotions and desires coursing through him, finally managing to force out a shaky laugh.
"I... I guess you're right," he admits reluctantly, his gaze drifting down her body again before meeting hers once more. "So what do you suggest we do about that?"
Kami puts his hand on Jonathan's cheek and caresses his cheek with his thumb, which makes him relax his muscles and close his eyes. "Just accept it, once a person becomes obsessed, there's no way to just forget or run away from it."
He nods slowly, his breath hitching as Kamihara's touch sends shivers down his spine. Her words ring true deep within him--he has been avoiding the truth about his feelings for her for far too long now. Perhaps it's time to embrace them instead... and see where they lead.
"All right," he says finally, determination clear in his voice. "I accept it." He pauses, searching for the words to convey what he really means but finding none. Instead, he leans forward and presses his lips against hers, hungry for her taste and needing the contact more than anything else in the world right now. As their kiss deepens, their tongues tangling together and their bodies molding into each other, it feels as if everything between them is coming back to life again--brighter and more vibrant than before.
The air around them thrums with possibility
Jonathan receives a call from his father during the kiss, which was expected as he had eyes, cameras and bugs everywhere. Jonathan growls and turns off his cell phone, putting it in his pocket.
Jonathan pulls away slightly, glancing at the phone in confusion before looking back at Kami with a mixture of anger and frustration. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, feeling suddenly exposed once more. He pushes the phone deeper into his pocket, determining not to think about it for now--not while they're together like this.
His gaze drifts down Kami's body again, taking in the feel of her pressed against him, and he can't help but wonder what else they could be doing right now if only there were no cameras, no father... nothing to keep them apart. The thought makes his heart race faster and his blood sing with need.
With a groan of frustration, he leans in again, their lips meeting hungrily as he tries to lose himself once more in the heat of the moment--to forget about everything else except for Kamihara and the passion
Kami pushes Jonathan away from the kiss. "You know, I don't like doing things like that in public." Kami smiles and tilts her head to the side. "I already rented a room, why don't you take me there carrying me in your arms?"
Still breathless from their kiss, Jonathon blinks up at Kami, his heart racing with excitement and anticipation as she suggests they continue in private. "Yes," he gasps out, standing and reaching for her hands. "Let's go." He swallows hard, mustering all of his resolve before leaning down to whisper against her ear, "And I promise, no one will ever know what happens between us once we're behind that door."
With a growl, he lifts her into his arms as if she weighs nothing at all and carries her toward the entrance of the motel. The feel of her soft curves against his bare chest is driving him crazy, and every time he takes a step it's a struggle not to spill her out of his arms in their rush to get back to their room. As they approach the door to their suite, he pauses for just a moment,
"Jon, are you okay? You seem a little distracted and worried." Kami asks, stroking Jonathan's chest. God, how he loved that she called him Jon.
"I'm fine," he says between gasping breaths, trying to sound casual as his heart pounding wildly against her hand. "Just... eager to get back." He winces internally at how lame that sounds even as he says it; she deserves better than this. But if there was ever a time for him to let go and just enjoy the moment, it's now--right here in her arms.
With a final surge of determination, he unlocks the door and carries her into their room, ignoring their surroundings as his focus narrows solely on Kamihara. He gently lays her down on the bed, taking in the sight of her sprawled out before him, and for a moment he thinks he might lose it right then and there--he'd never felt this desire, this need, so strongly in all his life. But he forces himself to wait just a little
Kami puts her hand on Jonathan's chest, pushing him away a little. "Jon, I'm serious. You don't look good at all. Don't you want a hug or vent? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
Her words cut through his lust-addled mind like a dull knife, and he realizes with a start that he'd almost forgotten why they were here in the first place--to have fun, yes... but also to clear his head of everything else for just one night. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he looks into Kamihara's eyes.
"Actually," he says finally, "I do need that hug." With a small smile, he reaches out and pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and pressing their bodies together again. It feels good to hold her like this--to feel the warmth of her skin against his own, the softness of her breasts against his chest.
"There," he murmurs into her hair, "that's better." Slowly but surely, the tension begins to drain from him as he holds onto Kami and lets
Slowly but surely, the tension begins to drain from him as he holds onto Kami and lets her warmth envelop him. It feels good just to be with her like this, able to forget about everything else for a while and focus on nothing more than the simple pleasure of her company. He knows that eventually they'll have to talk about what's been happening between them--their families, his father's disapproval... but for now, in this moment, he can put all of that aside and just enjoy being with her.
"There," he whispers again, "that was exactly what I needed." Reluctantly, he pulls back from the embrace, his eyes searching hers for any sign of regret or doubt about what they've done--and finding none. With a sigh of relief, he leans forward and presses his lips against hers once more, drinking in her taste and losing himself in the
When Jonathan pulls away from the kiss, an idea crosses his mind. He lowers himself to her belly, kissing it. Kami giggles and looks at him. "Why are you kissing my belly like I'm pregnant?" Jonathan smiles and looks at her. "Because I want you to have my baby." Kami smiles even wider and blows Jonathan a kiss. "Then get me pregnant."
His breath catches in his throat as Kamihara says the words aloud, her voice both playful and sincere. It's a thought that had crossed his mind before--the idea of starting a family with her despite all the obstacles between them--but hearing it come from her lips makes it seem somehow more real.
Carefully, he moves up her body until their hips are pressed together and his erection is pressing against the wet heat between her legs. "Then let me," he whispers, guiding himself inside her with one fluid motion. He groans deep in his throat as they both surrender to the intense pleasure of being joined like this, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that feels almost instinctive.
As he thrusts deeper into her, he looks down at Kami's face, watching her expressions flicker between desire and love and something else--something raw and primal.
Kami throws her head back, her smile never leaving her face. Jonathan starts slowly, but gains more speed with each second. "Fuck... How I missed your cock..." Kami moans, scratching his shoulder. She smiles and looks at Jonathan. "Too bad last time I drugged you and you can't remember anything."
As if to prove her wrong, Jonathon increases his pace even further, his muscles tensing as he focuses on driving himself deeper into Kami with each powerful thrust. He closes his eyes briefly, feeling the sensation of their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity, and he can't help but think that maybe this is what it means to find something truly special--to have a piece of someone else inside you, forever changed by their presence.
With a groan that sounds suspiciously like her name, he throws his head back as the pleasure threatens to consume him whole, his body trembling with the effort not to come just yet--not until they've both had enough. But it's clear from Kamihara's cries and gasps of pleasure that she's getting closer by the second, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to find purchase against the bed.
"Come for me,"
With a slam into Kami's uterus, Jonathan cums violently, leaving no doubt that she would become pregnant later. "Jon... Do you love me or do you just want an heir?" Kami asks, wrapping her arms around Jonathan's neck and pulling him close.
Jonathan looks into Kami's eyes, his chest still heaving from the exertion as he ponders her question. He knows there is an element of duty to it--his father, his family's expectations--but as he gazes at her, he realizes that it doesn't matter. Even with all their obstacles, she would always be the one he loved above all else.
"I love you," he whispers hoarsely, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I've always loved you." For now, at least, that seems to be enough for them both.
Kami smiles and kisses Jonathan, caressing his cheek with her thumb during the kiss. "Well, would you rather we sleep here or go to your house?"
With a sigh, Jonathon reluctantly pulls back from the kiss, thoughts of his father and the investigation reasserting themselves in his mind despite his momentary oblivion with Kami. "My place," he finally answers, "But just for tonight." His gaze drifts down her body before meeting hers again, and there's a longing in his eyes that even he can't explain away easily.
"We should... talk about everything else tomorrow."
He hopes she understands what that means--that despite their connection, the reality of their situation won't simply vanish with the pleasure of their lovemaking. They still have a long road ahead of them, fraught with danger and uncertainty, and they can only pretend it's otherwise for so long.
Kami tilts her head to the side, confused. "Just for tonight? Why?"
"It's complicated." Jonathon sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "Just trust me on this, okay? I have my reasons." He offers her a small smile, hoping it will reassure her that everything will be all right in the end--no matter how much they might have to struggle to get there.
"Now let's get dressed and head home."
Kami gets up and puts on her panties and dress, putting her bra in her bag instead of putting it on. Jonathan observes the way her body looks in that dress without a bra, her breasts swaying with every movement. When they arrive at Jonathan's car, Kami is surprised by his car. "Jon! You didn't tell me you had a Lamborghini Sián FKP 37!"
"It's sort of my thing," he says with a small shrug, unlocking the car and holding the door open for her. He slides into the driver's seat, starting up the engine as Kami climbs into the passenger side and fastens her seatbelt. The familiar thrum of the V12 sends a thrill through him as he pulls away from the curb, glancing over at Kami out of the corner of his eye. She looks stunning in this light--her hair mussed from their lovemaking, her lips still slightly swollen from their kisses. He resists the urge to reach over and touch her, instead focusing on driving them home.
As they pull up to his house, he turns off the engine and looks at Kami expectantly, not quite sure how to bridge the gap between tonight's passionate encounter and whatever awaits them in the morning.
Kami is surprised by the gigantic mansion and the several guards at the entrance. Jonathan guides her to the living room. The whole way she observes the decoration of the mansion, admiring every detail. "Jon, you're a mobster, right?"
"It's complicated," he replies with a small smile. "You know how it is." In truth, he's never been entirely comfortable admitting to Kami just how deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld his family really is--it's something he'd rather she didn't know about at all. But now that they're here, he supposes there's no point in hiding it anymore.
"Anyway," he continues, moving to pour them each a drink, "would you like a nightcap before we turn in?" It's an innocent question--harmless enough--but even as he asks it, he can feel the tension beginning to build between them again. He knows that whatever they decide to do from here, there will be consequences... and not all of them will be good.
Kami accepts, but just as she is about to take the cup, Jonathan's father appears.
"Oh," Jonathon says casually, "Mr. Douglas... this is Kamihara. Kami, this is my father." He tries not to look too surprised--or guilty--as he realizes his father has somehow managed to track them down despite their best efforts at discretion. His father merely nods in Kami's direction before turning his gaze back to Jonathon, an unspoken question in his eyes.
With a sigh, Jonathon hands the drink to Kami and walks over to stand beside his father, feeling more exposed than he has ever felt before--like all their secrets are laid bare for everyone to see. "Yes, Father?" he asks resignedly. "What can I do for you at this hour?"
The silence stretches between them, thick with tension and unspoken words, until finally Douglas speaks again. "Jonathan," he says in a tone of
Douglas pulls Jonathan by the hair while Kami is distracted by the various drinks on the bar shelf. Jonathan groans in pain, but remains as silent as possible so Kami doesn't notice. "I told you to stay away from that woman. What's your problem, Jonathan?" Douglas lets go of Jonathan's hair, making him stumble back. "Am I going to have to whip you so you can learn? Just like when you were a kid?" Jonathan swallows hard as he remembers the beatings he received when he was a child.
"No, Father." He says quietly, massaging his scalp as he fights back the urge to cry out in pain. "I understand my mistake. I'll stay away from her and focus on the family business. Just please don't hurt me anymore..." His voice trails off, eyes pleading for mercy.
Inside him, something snaps. He can no longer bear the fear and control that has been a part of his life for as long as he can remember. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's about to come out. "But I want you to know..." His voice cracks as he continues, "I don't care about the family business anymore. It's not who I am."
He pauses, feeling a mixture of defiance and sadness well up inside him. "I want my own life," he says finally, his voice shaking with emotion.