“Come to me, Rochelle,” he cooed at her. “I can make you speechless, breathless—let me make you forget.”
“My name, Raiden? Can you hurt me so good that I don’t remember my own name?”
“How hard do you like it?”
“I like to be hammered...don’t think you can handle that.”
Rochelle turned around and sat down. She spread her legs and with that shy look in her eyes, she used one hand to pinch her nipples while the other spread the lips to her pussy. It looked hot, wet, pink and so beautiful. Raiden licked his lips.
“Stick a finger in,” he told her. “Do it slowly.”
She did as he commanded but withdrew to sink two digits into herself. Her body arched up, her hips flying forward and she began moaning. Raiden watched the passion that passed over her face; the absolute bliss as her fingers slammed in and out of her. The way her long hair fell over her face and back. Her body jerked forward, “Raiden...” his name escaped her beautiful lips just as she bucked wildly. He knew she was coming and he was almost there as well. When she looked at him with that, “I’ve been a bad girl,” expression and lifted the come covered fingers to her mouth, Raiden’s whole body shattered around him.
“Oh damn!” Raiden groaned just as his orgasm tore through his body. It left him breathless and beautifully paralyzed for a few seconds before he convulsed sweetly against the toilet seat. He gasped when his breath returned, his head jerking from side to side, front and backward. He brushed his fingers over the head of his cock and instantly his body jerked as fresh spurts of cum erupted from him. Raiden could have sworn he went blind for a few seconds when the secondary climax ripped through him. Everything went dark though his eyes were wide open, but he didn’t care—the sensations were so intense and wonderful. He whispered the name of the temptress that led him down the street of self gratification while his body asked to have her close, to cuddle and taste her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
His hands fell away from his body while his greedy dick sought more.
“I have—no more—” he whispered weakly.
He sat there for a while, with the evidence of what he just did all over the floor before him, his hand and his pants. He wanted to scream but he didn’t want her to come running. When he felt he could stand up without falling over, he put away his needy arousal and went to work cleaning up the mess. Once finished, he staggered from the bathroom and fell face first to his bed.
* * * *
Rochelle watched him leave and though it broke her heart, she respected his wishes and spent the day making a big dinner for him and Maylee. She buried the rest of her day writing scripts. She had to erase a whole scene because she kept writing Raiden instead of the name of the actual character. After a while she gave up trying to do anything that made sense and simply sat there staring at the ceiling until Maylee walked into the house and removed her shoes. Rochelle stood there leaning against the doorframe and Maylee hugged her.
“Oh baby girl.” Maylee caressed her back. “Don’t worry. Mama’s here.”
Rochelle laughed and stepped back. “Help me set the table.”
The two friends worked side by side while having a careful conversation about Raiden and what transpired so far. They were careful not to say his name just in case he overheard them talking. They managed to set the table and carried the food in without any sign of Raiden. Rochelle sucked in enough courage to go up the stairs and call him down.
“Raiden, meet my friend Maylee.” She introduced them once he finally appeared. “Maylee, Raiden Rei.”
She watched them both bow while muttering, “Ogenki desu,” to each other. With the introductions out of the way they sat down to dinner.
“What do you do, Maylee?” Raiden asked.
“I own a bookstore.” Maylee smiled and Rochelle fought not to roll her eyes. “I’ve also been trying to write a book too but it’s not working out well.”
“Oh?” Raiden arched a brow. “Donna suji desu ka?”
“Ren-ai mono.”
Raiden laughed. “Sexy.” He nodded. “So da to omoimasen.”
Rochelle felt suddenly out of place. She pushed her food around on her plate, trying desperately to sit there and allow them to talk as though the two of them were alone. They talked in their own language and as usual, she was the third wheel. Maylee got the guy and she was left there like an idiot. When they went to clubs, Maylee got all the numbers. The guys looked at Rochelle like the fat chick the skinny chick took pity on. She felt like crying but she sat there, pretending to eat and not paying attention. When she heard Raiden say sexy she felt sick to her stomach. She hauled in a shaky breath and pushed a piece of beef into her mouth.
“Naruhodo.” Maylee said while Rochelle managed to calm down some.
Still their conversation continued and after a while Rochelle couldn’t take it anymore. She shot from her seat, flustered and dropped her fork to her plate.
“I-I have to go.” She explained and rushed from the room with them calling after her. She shoved her feet into her shoes, grabbed her jacket and car keys and hurried out the door. She slammed the car door after her, started the ignition before reversing from the driveway and speeding off down the street. If Maylee wanted him, she could have him.
She sped into Toronto and parked at a movie theatre. Buying a ticket and popcorn, she didn’t even want, she walked into the movie room and sat down. Rochelle didn’t watch the stupid movie. She simply sat there in the dark with the popcorn on the seat beside her sobbing softly.
What’s wrong with me?
She cried through the whole movie and when the credits began scrolling upward two hours later, she dried her eyes just before the lights came on. She waited until everyone left before standing, leaving her popcorn where she placed it and exited the building. For another couple of hours she sat in the parking lot—not wanting to go home. Her cell phone vibrated on the passenger seat and she peered at the screen.
Maylee calling.
She quickly hit reject to stop its movement. It started vibrating again and this time from an unknown number. She knew it was either Maylee or Raiden. Rejecting those calls too she turned the phone off and drove to the local “make out” point. She sat in her car alone for a bit, before grabbing a blanket from the trunk and curling up into the uncomfortable back seat. Her mind screamed at her to check into a hotel but she didn’t want to move.
* * * *
When she left the table and bolted out the door, Raiden didn’t understand the problem. And if Maylee saw it she said nothing. She only pressed her face into her hands and sobbed softly.
“What’s wrong?” Raiden moved to her side. When he touched her back the petit Japanese woman jerked away from him and he backed off. “What is wrong with you two?”
“Don’t you see it?” Maylee demanded. “I could, quite possibly, have just lost my best friend.”
It dawned on him then. Rochelle was jealous. But why would she be jealous? She said she wanted nothing to do with him sexually—she wanted a professional relationship. He rubbed his temples as his head began throbbing.
“I don’t understand women at all!”
He searched out his cell phone where he plugged it in and began calling Rochelle’s number wanting to see where she went so he could go get her or send Maylee for her but she never answered her phone. After about two hours of trying he stopped for a few minutes and then tried again. During that time he heard Maylee leaving her a message so he only assumed Maylee’s luck hadn’t been great either.
“Where could she be?” Maylee sobbed helplessly.
Maylee fell asleep on the sofa and Raiden continued pacing the kitchen and calling Rochelle. He felt extremely tired but he couldn’t get himself to go to bed. He checked on Maylee and pulled the blanket over her. From time to time she would kick it off, tossing and turning. He could see from her face that she wasn’t having a very pleasant dream; probably a nightmare about Rochelle. Another reason he knew even if he
did manage to fall asleep he wouldn’t stay that way for long. He couldn’t understand why she hadn’t called. He tried to come to terms with the fact that she was that angry at them. All he was doing was paying attention to Maylee and Rochelle had stormed off. Those were the kinds of behaviour that reminded him sometimes why he was single.
When morning came and she did not make it home, he didn’t know what to say to Maylee when she woke up and didn’t see Rochelle. A part of him wanted to wake Maylee but she’d finally settled down and he didn’t want to disturb that. The next time he looked at the time on his cell phone, he was dialling the police. He stopped suddenly wondering what he would tell them. They were going to want to know who he was. Would he lie that he was her boyfriend? It was a work morning, what if they told him to wait until the end of the day before reporting her? Perhaps she went to the office. He called the office but the woman who answered said she wasn’t there and she wasn’t sure if Rochelle would even be in that day. He was redialling the police again when the door opened. He leaned against the wall watching her. Maylee must have heard it too for she rushed out to stand beside Raiden.
“Where have you been?” Maylee demanded angrily. “You just storm off like someone was chasing you and disappear all night without a phone call. What the hell is your problem? We didn’t know if you were dead or alive!”
“What do you care?” Rochelle fired shoving by them.
Raiden arched a brow and followed Maylee. He leaned against the counter between her and Rochelle. He folded his arms over his chest.
“We were worried. You didn’t come home last night,” Raiden explained. “You could have called and let us you know were all right. Instead of having us freaking out, all you had to do was call. I was just about to call the cops.”
“So you realised I left?” Rochelle asked. “There’s a surprise, and you’re not my father, I don’t have to tell you shit. Now leave me alone.”
“Don’t be fucking trite!” Maylee warned. “I am tired and my muscles hurt from sleeping on that damn sofa all night so please don’t irritate me anymore. All we’re saying is you could have got in touch with us—it doesn’t take much to pick up a damn phone.”
“Well, now you know I’m all right—so now you can get the fuck out.”
“You know, sometime I don’t even know why I bother with you,” Maylee snapped, gathering her keys and her purse. “Sometime it’s like banging my head into a brick wall. You’re so damn hard-headed that nothing anyone says will ever get through to you.”
Raiden didn’t have to be a mind reader to know none of this could end well. He eyed both women trying to wrap it all around his head.
“I don’t have to put up with this bull. It was nice meeting you, Raiden. As for you, Rochelle, you are one miserable bitch and you deserve to be alone!” Maylee ended and turned for the door.
A loud shriek shattered the silence following Maylee’s last words and a sound of wood against granite as Rochelle was breezing by Raiden with a knife. He didn’t know where she got the knife but he did know she couldn’t get by him with it. He grabbed her arm with the knife, squeezing her wrist until her fingers opened on their own and the knife clattered to the ground.
“Shuushi!” Raiden thundered. “Stop!”
“Let me go!” she ordered. He could see fire in her eyes. She tried kicking him but he spread her legs causing her feet to fly before landing back against the ground.
“Don’t even think about it,” Raiden snapped.
“That’s right, Raiden, let her go!” Maylee pushed. “What’re you going to do? Cut me? I’d just like to see you try because I would make you live to regret it!”
“Keep pushing me!” Rochelle screamed back. “You know I don’t play these games!”
“Shuushi! Stop it!” Raiden called. “Both of you, just stop it!”
He looked over at Maylee. “You. Leave. Now!”
“Demo...”
“No buts, Maylee—just go.” Raiden’s voice held a warning. “And you, stop acting like a fucking teenager!”
Without a word, Maylee exited slamming the door so hard Raiden literally flinched. He still held on to Rochelle’s wrist. She took a swing at him and he ducked, grabbing her other wrist and turning her around so her back pushed against his chest trapping her in his arms. He looked over her shoulder to speak to her. “Stop struggling, Rochelle, because all you’re doing is turning me on and infuriating me.”
“Get off me! I’m not going to warn you again.”
“Or what? You’ll fire me? I have news for you, Rochelle. You can’t fire me because I don’t work for you—I’m just visiting, remember? Look, you’re acting like a spoiled little child. You said you weren’t interested in a sexual relationship with me so you have no right to be jealous if I’m showing another woman some interest. I was merely being a pleasant guest.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied, shoving backward into him trying to get free. “Let me go.”
“No. Not until you understand. You started this, Rochelle, I’m only ending it.”
“I didn’t start shit. We are not in grade school, Raiden.”
Trapping both her fists in one large hand, Raiden lowered his free hand, down her stomach, stopping at her abdomen and pushed. That sent her ass into his groin, crushing his hard cock. “See what you did? This didn’t happen last night—”
“So you had performance issues with my ex-best friend, what does that have to do with me?”She breathed hard, jerking her chest up and down against his arm.
He used the free hand to push her braids from her face. Raiden smiled. “Trust me, Rochelle. If I wanted your best friend, I wouldn’t have had performance issues. If I wanted her bent over this counter, you would come back to a whole heap of broken plates because I would have made it worth her while and there would be nothing in hell you could have done about it. But, who I want is you and you don’t seem to see that. I want to make you scream for things you don’t even understand.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like me, Raiden, so stop frontin’. And for the record, I don’t scream for anyone.”
“That’s because you’ve never had anyone like me.”
“And I aim to keep it that way.”
“Really... You know what I find funny? You say I wouldn’t know what to do with you, but I hope you know you have to give me a chance to prove you wrong. You may have never screamed for anyone but I think that is because they weren’t doing it right. They don’t know how to handle a woman like you.”
“And if I do give you this chance—then what?”
“Well if you agree to give me this opportunity and I prove you wrong, you have to give me a chance to take you to dinner again.”
“That’s it? That’s all you want if you win?”
Raiden smiled against the side of her face, licking it. “That’s it. No penetration, simply pleasure.”
“And if I win?”
Raiden laughed softly. “I highly doubt it. But if you win, Rochelle, you get anything you want.”
“Anything? All right—let’s see what you got.”
“I’m going to release your arms. If you take a swing at me again, I won’t be as nice.”
Slowly, he released her arms but trailed the palm up her front, over her breasts and caught her throat gently. He splayed his fingers over the soft flesh adding just a bit of pressure. She moaned and he smirked. His free hand moved down her front, undoing her buttons to free her breasts. When the first one popped forth, he pinched the nipple and she gasped. With the same hand he pushed downward and slid his hand between her legs. When a finger made its way into her panties, he pushed it past her pussy lips. She drained over his finger and dripped into his palm.
“You nasty girl,” Raiden teased. “I was roughing you up and instead of getting angry you were leaking like a fountain.”
“Stop—”
“Stop touching you? Say the words, Rochelle, and it’s over.”
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nbsp; “Stop talking like that.”
“Like what? Calling you a dirty little girl? But you like it rough—do you like it from behind or are you more of an eye contact girl?” When he asked that he felt her drip against his fingers and smiled. “You love it don’t you? I am behind you, dominating you and you are gushing into my hand.”
He sank two fingers into her and they went in without any resistance. She was so wet when he withdrew them, the sucking sound that came caused Raiden to moan. “Oh tight pussy. Want me to fuck it for you?”
“You said—” she panted against his chest. He tightened his fingers around her neck. “Oh yes...No penetration.”
“There are more than one way to fuck a woman, Rochelle.”
He quickly began driving the fingers in and out of her.
She gasped. “Rai...”
Rochelle couldn’t believe what was happening.
Why is it that all the silent types know exactly how to make a girl purr?
He dominated her, whispered dirty things to her, calling her names and she wanted it. She loved every syllable. The smoky hinge his voice took on as he demanded from her, called her a dirty girl and asked if she wanted to be fucked was so hot. Her mouth opened to scream when his fingers invaded her but no sound came. Her head fell backward against his shoulders. His fingers tightened against her throat. She licked her lips and moaned his name. Since when did she want her man to choke her? His hand moved faster and faster and soon she screamed and slipped to the ground. He caught her around the waist with one hand and continued his assault. Who knew that Raiden Rei knew how to do anything so well—he used her like a well-tuned pencil and she wanted every stroke.
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