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Mizuko had decided she was going to convince Amber to go out with her to a movie. When she asked earlier, Amber had mumbled something or other through her bedroom door that Mizuko chose to take as an affirmative. Now she was all dressed up in a nice brown and green skirt with black trim and a strapless top. She’d even managed one of those bras that were supposed to lend support without straps over the shoulder, though she was doubtful it was going to work very well. She hated the thing, but not only had she made the effort but she even made an attempt at a little makeup.
Amber hadn’t even come out of her room yet. Mizuko was about to plead with her that even if she wasn’t going to go to the movies, she at least had to come out for something to eat, when she heard the apartment door open. She turned away and took a couple steps down the short hall to where it opened into the large living and eating area.
Remy stood there, returning something to his suit coat pocket. He hadn’t noticed her yet, and there was a slight frown on his face.
Mizuko hadn’t any shoes on yet, and she padded softly toward him, watching curiously.
He looked up and when he saw her, the frown smoothed away into a smile. “Good evening, ma petite. I didn’t think you were expecting me.”
She continued toward him, stopping a pace away while signing, “I was trying to get Amber to go out with me. Was something wrong?”
“What makes you think there is?”
Mizuko looked at him steadily, then folded her arms, now convinced there was.
“Am I not allowed to visit you? Or have you changed your mind about wanting to spend more time with me?”
She signed, “You were frowning. I only wondered what has made you unhappy.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, really. I was just hoping the floors would be fixed soon, but it’s going to take another couple of days before they can begin work.”
Mizuko signed, “They have done good work cleaning up and making the place livable.”
“Perhaps.” He looked around. “I would have preferred it all be done at once.”
Mizuko glanced at the boarded-up sliding door to the balcony. “I don’t think I’m going to convince Amber to come out of her room today to go out. Would you like to stay a while? Maybe there is a movie or something on. Or maybe we could find something else to entertain ourselves.” She edged a little closer.
A knowing smile covered his face. “Do you have something in mind?”
“There’s always one thing on my mind. One thing I just can’t seem to get enough of.” She moved closer, stopping when the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. “Kiss me?”
He obliged, and wrapped his arms around her as his mouth plundered hers.
Even as she opened herself to him and embraced him, her hands untucked the back of his shirt and slipped her hands inside, the better to feel his warm skin. She pressed her body against him, her curves fitting neatly into all the right places. She let his tongue probe her, then wrestled him with his own tongue, giving him a taste of what she wanted to do with her body.
Amber shambled around the corner wearing bunny slippers and a robe. Her hair was a mess and she had circles under her eyes. She’d been aiming for the kitchen but stopped and turned her head to stare at Mizuko and Remy as they passionately devoured each other. “Damn, guys. Pick a bedroom or something. I’m gonna make some tea.”
Mizuko wasn’t listening, nor did she stop or change her urgent tempo.
“It appears Amber has emerged from her room,” Remy said, backing off on the kiss.
Mizuko turned her face toward Amber and beamed a smiled at her. She reluctantly removed her arms from around Remy and then signed, “I’m glad to see you out and about. I was getting worried.”
Amber shrugged. “Yeah, well maybe you are right. So I got beat up. It happens. Time to get over it.” She shuffled into the kitchen and started looking around for a pot in which to heat water.
Mizuko slipped an arm around one of Remy’s and twined her fingers in his. She watched Amber for a moment with some concern on her face, then she looked up at Remy.
“Make a choice, Mizuko,” Remy said for Mizuko’s ears only. “Your friend or me.”
She raised an eyebrow at him and looked a little puzzled, but it passed. She turned toward the spiral stairs that led up to the master bedroom, pulling him with her. Remy hid a triumphant smile as he followed Mizuko. It was time to put the next phase of his plan into action.
The nymph drew him after her into the bedroom and could hardly wait to strip off his clothes, aggressively running fingernails over his skin.
He took a step back from her, removing her hands and slowly undressed himself, carefully folding each piece of clothing before removing the next. Mizuko watched, her eyes fixed on each movement, like a hungry lioness patiently waiting for her next meal to come into view. When he was finished, he stood there and looked at her and waited.
She smiled then mimicked him, slowly pulling off her own clothes. She took her skirt and top off neatly and put them in a stack as well, then followed with the rest of her underclothes. She then embraced him, kissing his neck and seeking his lips. As they kissed, he maneuvered her backward until the backs of her legs were pressed against the side of the bed.
With a little shove, he pushed her to the mattress and covered her body with his. His hands roamed her body, seeking the spots he knew would arouse her the fastest. It had been a long time, and she was ready quickly.
He knew her body well, and knew it would rule her when she was aroused. He rose to his knees over her and then drew her up, in position to service him. She remembered well what he’d shown her that he liked, and she took his shaft in her mouth, licking and sucking with enthusiasm, while also holding his testicles. She gave him everything she could, sucking and pulling on him while she teased and tickled his sensitive balls in her hand.
When he pushed her away, she knew he was ready for something else. He put his left arm under her left shoulder and deftly flipped her over, then slid off the bed so that he was standing behind her. He pulled her hips to him, letting her legs dangle off the bed and plunged into her. She gasped and struggled to crawl away from him, managing to get one knee under her, but he leaned over her back, one arm catching her right arm, the other wrapped around her waist and forced her down. Then he bit her on the side of the neck — not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to bring the moan of pleasure and pain he knew it would evoke.
She stopped trying to crawl away and took him willingly as he thrust himself into her in a show of dominating power. He let go of her neck and her arm and lowered her face into the soft cushion of the bed as he continued, long, deep thrusts. He added the extra stimulation of playing with her clitoris with his finger and was treated to her muffled, panting gasp in response. He knew what he was doing and she was soon crying out in desperation.
She came so hard, he could feel her clenching at him but since he wasn’t done yet, he didn’t alter his pace or stop anything that he was doing. If anything, he thrust harder, and pinched her clitoris so that she made a pained, bestial howl. It made her clench down on him even harder and it was just what he needed. He exploded inside her, a rushing sense of power over the exceptionally beautiful creature within whose loins he’d demonstrated his dominance. His hands kept her roughly pressed to his pelvis so that she squirmed and struggled uselessly while he throbbed against her wall, then she orgasmed again and choked back her cries, going limp on the bed.
He eased out of her, then swept her legs up onto the bed so she wouldn’t fall onto the floor. He remembered she’d complained about that before. This time, she’d have nothing to complain about. He quickly and efficiently cleaned himself up and dressed in silence. When he did up the last button, he pulled a sheet up over Mizuko, pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead and left.
A minute later, Mizuko picked herself up, feeling like she’d been rewarded like a dog who’d done the right trick. She dabbed at her eye with a thumb and then stared at the tear she found. Well, she told herself, at least he had paid some attention to her. Her stomach twisted at that thought. She could still feel what he’d left in her. She rushed to the bathroom and spent time cleaning herself up thoroughly.