Inumakiarchive - Yuki Tsukumo Fucker

pieck blinked. more even just stared at [ y/n ] like some sort of alien flying down from space.

" do I need to repeat my self ? " [ y/n ] hummed walking closer to pieck grabbing ahold of her perfect chin with both her index finger and thumb.

" w-what was the last option again ? " pieck said surprising her self when she stuttered out like that, the use to be cold hearted female now stuttered for a STRIPPER that she JUST met .

" it's a very special option, i've never performed it to anyone "

you can see pieck eyebrows furrow indicating she was thinking about the option a little further

" I'll take that option, please " her voice was a mere whisper when she spoke.

" say it again, I couldn't hear you love "

pieck visibly gulped when you slightly pressed yourself harder on her lap and pieck prayed to god you couldn't feel her arousement.

" I think I'll take the last option you mentioned " pieck spoke with more confidence then before making you smile in some sort of achievement.

you told pieck to wait on the clean king bed sheeted with beautiful sage green silk sheets while you went in the bathroom to wash your hands from touching so many greasy old and young men.

but the amounts of money you got from them always seemed to impress you all the time, it's like everyday they come back to the club they know the— MY prices from the other days would change.

they were so desperate, it was near pathetic.

walking out of the bathroom with now dry and clean hands you can feel a now powerful aura surrounding the room.

pieck was standing near my nightstand only in her black lace bra matched with her black lace panties, her back was facing me and both her hands were slightly raised up making it look like she was holding something up, which she probably was.

" pieck ? "

she slowly and slightly turned around making me catch a glimpse of the vibrating wand that was still in the packaging box that was in the bottom draw of the night stand.

" why do you need this ? "

pieck asked all of a sudden now fully turning around, about to say a smart comment she cut me of before I can speak.

" can a man not statisfy you enough, hm ? "

she took slow steps with every word she spoke in the sentence till I could feel her breath on lips which were suddenly feeling dry and choppy making me unconsciously dart my tongue on both my bottom and top lips making pieck stare with dark eyes.

" how about I show you true satisfaction ? "

you froze.

" what happened to my bold girl ? "

pieck said craning her neck and beginning to place soft sloppy kisses on your neck, pieck grabbed your hips noticing your still frozen state.

" cmon pretty girl do you want to continue this or no, hm ? " pieck hummed and gently grabbed ahold of my chin with her index and thumb, staring into your eyes so deeply making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

all of a sudden YOU were the shy person and not the other way around, in all honesty it made you buzzed with excitement, making you quickly nod your head.

" lay back, dear "

how could she already have so many pet names for you....

pieck pushed you back softly on the soft large bed immediately straddling your lower thighs already beginning to leave wet kisses along your neck.

" these 'clothes' are in the way. take them off. "

pieck commanded you, making you hurriedly sit up to get out of your performing 'outfit', pieck helped you out with the lower part of the outfit quickly getting annoyed with the damn clothing.

the only thing left on your body was the black stockings that went with the outfit.

you can see pieck back away slightly looking at you up and down then stopping on the stockings, you could see a perfect smirk makes its way on her lips.

' i'll leave them on '

pieck thought in her mind going back to straddle your thighs to give you sloppy along your collarbone to your lower abdomen, pieck causally slid of your thighs onto the floor to her knees, slowing prying your thighs apart.

your breath catches when she spreads your thighs apart and leans forward, her mouth inches away from your wet, pulsing cunt. "i wonder if you taste as succulent as you smell."

you feel your pussy throb at her words and you lean your head back against the desk, your eyes closing in anticipation. you find her crude words more arousing than you ever thought possible. your heart is beating so fast and you can feel sweat beading on your forehead. while you have never been intimate with a women, you were no stranger to self pleasure. you just never imagined your first experience with a women would be a hot female you found in this men filled club between your thighs, waiting to pleasure you. The heady rush of excitement is making you dizzy.

you tense when pieck presses the flat of her tongue against your juicy pussy. her tongue is hot as it licks a slow stripe up to your clit and you both release a throaty groan when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

you don't realize you're holding your breath until you get light headed from lack of oxygen. you're shivering all over and you feel a tight pressure in your stomach. your entire body is tuned to pieck's mouth, every lick and suck of her tongue has you soaring.

" better." she whispers between licks of your swollen clit, her fingers shaking as she holds your thighs apart, " you taste so much better than anything i've ever had before. "

you press your hand into your mouth to bite down on, trying to muffle your moans. your other hand scrambles for something to hold onto before tangling in her long, soft disheveled hair .

you press your heel into her soft back, but if pieck is bothered, she does not show it. she's completely focused on devouring you. you bite your hand hard to cover your squeal when her hot fingers gently probe your cunt. she reaches up to pull your hand out of your mouth, her fingers gently stroking your ankles around the tennis anklet , " cmon baby, don't hide your moans away from me."

she places your hand on her head, near your other hand already grasping his hair, and encourages you to use her as you please. a long, thick finger slips inside you and you cannot stop yourself from clamping down, your hips automatically rolling up into her face.

" that's it, my beautiful girl," pieck continues to flick your clit with her tongue, " ride my face."

your fingers grasp her head, holding her mouth against your aching cunt. your pussy was throbbing and dripping and you knew you were going to come soon. you can feel the release building deep inside of you. pieck presses another finger into your dripping hole and you can feel yourself trembling. she's completely focused on you and your pleasure, her mouth working nonstop to help you reach your peak.

you sit up slightly and meet her dark gaze, her eyes are brimming with satisfaction. you grip her hair hard and press her face against your dripping cunt. you're so close you're practically vibrating with pleasure.

she twists her fingers and you're coming. you release a soundless gasp and can't stop yourself from gushing all over her fingers. pieck moans at the taste of you, her mouth eagerly trying to swallow every drop of your release. you collapse on the desk, your orgasm still thrumming through your body.

you barely catch your breath when he's hovering over you, your release glistening on his lips and chin. she kisses you deeply, making sure you can taste yourself on her tongue. you can feel her body trembling as she undressed herself and you cannot figure out if she's nervous or excited, or a combination of both.

she breaks the kiss to look at the door finally now hearing the banging of the door and you creased your eyebrows in confusion, everyone knew that interrupting you in your private room would cause you to have a fit and led to someone getting fired.

you walked to the door half naked before fixing your appearance by grabbed a near by silk robe with your initials beautifully embroidered into the silk in diamonds.

" what is I— "

" where's pieck ? "

two more females said looking me dead in the eye with cold eyes.

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@GETOSURGURU

CONSEQUENCES

CHAPTER 3

where are you. Your phone vibrates again. You rest your elbow on the bar, clicking on it, knowing you'll be ignoring it. You glance at the time; nearly four in the morning.

why did you leave ?

You let out a sigh of exasperation, quickly typing back a response to him.

Only two hours ago, you found out geto had been sharing the details of your sex life with his friends; who were also your friends.

it wouldn't have been so bad if you had a normal sex life; one where you didn't call him daddy/master, and he didn't call you princess or doll. If you didn't have a DD/lg relationship kind of as of right now, one that was technically soft-core bondage, you might not care as much. But you talked to these people on a daily basis and them knowing that your ass was bruised from the night before wasn't exactly preferable. so of course it made you some what mad after learning this information from gojo, and practically ran to the bar down the street with gojo since he offered to pay for the drinks.

I've been looking for you for over an hour.

oh .

You can tell geto is beyond mad now. get home now or I'm showing them the video.

you've already told them everything. It can't be worse for them to just see it.

You gulp down your fourth drink, the liquor burning your throat. geto tries to call you again, and you immediately ignore it, turning off your phone and putting it in your purse. "you good ?"  gojo asks you, sliding into the stool on your right.

"geto," you let out a heavy sigh, holding your empty drink.

"yknow, you could just come over to my-" he teases, raising his hand up to hold his chin.

"no thank you" you said with the perfect fake smile on your face.

"I'm not in need of living going to your house nor having sex with you"

"I wasn't even talking about sex" gojo tried to retort but [ y/n ] easily saw through the lies.

"mhm" you said waving your hand brushing him off.

You down half of the drink after it's set in front of you. geto chats with you until you've finished your drink. "I should get going," you say, digging out your wallet and pulling out ten dollars. "Thanks for the drink." You set the bill on the counter and the bartender collects it, wishing you a good night.

"It's been nice talking to you catching up with you..you sure you don't want to go back to my house ?" he offers, leaning on the bar and winking at you as you stand up.

"Over my dead body," a familiar voice says clearly from the doorway. Before you can move, geto is storming towards you two, stopping in front of gojo. "who said you had a day off ?."

"huh?" gojo asks genuinely confused. geto sighs, turning to you

"It's not your fault. It's this little whore's," he says through clenched teeth, taking a small step closer to you as he says 'little whore's.'

"I'm sorry," you whisper in a small voice.

"You're going to be," he promises. "Come on; we're going home."

He grabs your wrist and drags you to the door, into the cool night air.

"y'all motherfuckers kinky-kinky" gojo said slightly shocked

He opens the passenger side of the car, nearly pushing you inside and grabbing the buckle. geto reaches across your body, putting the buckle in the lock and slamming the door.

After he climbs in on his own side, starting the car and buckling his own seat-belt, he doesn't look at you. The radio blares on the short drive home. You reach for the knob to turn it down, and you can feel geto's glare burning into the side of your head. Your hand drops back down to your lap.

Even though geto is basically speeding, the minute drive seems to last longer. He reaches over again, unbuckling your seat-belt first, then his own. You wait for him to open your door, grabbing your hand and leading you inside.

"Why the hell did you leave?" geto demands to know.

You try to gain your confidence back. "I'm the one who should be mad here," you remind him.

"And why is that? Are you mad because you got drunk with that guy? Or are you mad because you wasted all your money on some shitty alcohol?" he mocks.

"I'm fucking mad because you can't keep a secret" you push at his chest.

"Because it's the end of the fucking world, isn't it? Your friends know you're a slut now."

"I'm a slut but you're practically praised for this! I'm sick of these double-fucking-standards in our own home!" You scream, fighting the urge to hit him.

"I thought you liked being a slut," geto says in a calm voice. "I thought you liked being Daddy's slut..." He runs his fingers across your jaw as he softly talks.

"You didn't have to tell them," you bite your lip.

"You're so amazing; I just had to tell someone. I'm sorry."

When he leans in to kiss you, you don't push him away. Your lips meet his eagerly, knowing what was coming immediately after he referred to himself as 'daddy'.

"Go upstairs and wait for me, baby girl," he purrs.

"Am I getting punished?" you ask nervously.

"You'll see."

He walks away before you can pry more, so you head up the stairs and into the bedroom you share, sitting on the edge of the bed. Soon after, geto follows, his hand behind his back to keep you from seeing something. "Take off your shirt and skirt for me," he tells you, closing the door behind him.

You stand, sliding off your tight fitted skirt, followed by you tugging off your thin dress shirt. You push them aside, in a pile by the wall. "Lean back and close your eyes."

You move so your back is propped up with all the pillows, staring at him before he urges you to continue. Your eyes flutter closed, and seconds later, you feel cool fabric being tied over your eyes; no doubt one of his bandannas. "Can you see, baby girl?" he asks. You shake your head left to right. "Good. Let's have some fun."

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't talk," he reminds you, his hand running up and down your bare thigh. "If you can go five minutes without moaning, or begging, I'll let you choose what hole I fuck first," he promises. "Okay?"

You nod again, this time up and down, spreading your legs. Something clicks, followed by a low humming noise, and you realize geto has a vibrator as he presses it against your cloth-covered clit. You bite your lip to keep from moaning immediately, arching your back at the feeling.

He can see you about to make a noise. "Princess," he nearly groans. "Be quiet." His arm tilts, angling the vibrator sideways on your clit, and you buck your hips against it. You struggle to find him with your hands, so you grab onto the sheets with tight fists. Right before the five-minute mark, you can feel yourself letting go. As soon as geto moves your panties aside and directs the vibration on your bare clit, you bite your arm as you cum, trying not to make a noise. It doesn't work, and geto stops immediately, hearing the strangled moan over the vibrator's sound. "So close.... You only had five seconds left," geto teases, not-so-playfully.

"please don't, geto " you plead, referring to the punishment that was definitely coming. Five seconds was close enough.

"What did you just call me?" he asks, and you can almost hear his teeth clench.

"daddy," you instantly correct yourself. "daddy, please don't hurt me."

"You're just asking for it, aren't you, princess?" he laughs. You feel his weight coming closer, and he quietly whispers a random word in your ear; red. You realize that it's the safe word for tonight.

He slowly lifts the bandana off your face, wrapping it around his head, pushing his sleek black long hair off his forehead with it. geto shifts over to the middle of the bed, his legs sprawled out in front of him. "Come lay over daddy's lap, princess."

You crawl over, fixing yourself over his legs so that your ass is propped up by them, and bend your arms so that you can lay your head on them. Your knees are bent to the side of his thigh, and his hand rubs over your ass. "Count," he tells you, hitting your ass once. The slap echos through the room and you're pushed forward by the force, holding onto the blankets to shift yourself back in place.

"One," you say quietly.

"Louder," geto demands, with a second slap.

"Two," you speak up, biting your lip.

"Do you know why you're being punished, Princess?" he asks with another slap.

You shake your head. "Three."

"Use your words," he demands, spanking you harder.

"Four. No, daddy."

"Daddy knows he shouldn't have told his friends about how you please him, but he couldn't help it. You're just so beautiful and amazing." You look behind you in time to see geto bend down, placing a quick kiss on the small of your back before returning his hand to your bum.

"Five," you croak.

"But you shouldn't have left our house without telling Daddy where you were going. He was worried." Another rough slap.

"Six."

Once he reaches ten, he pulls you to his chest, cradling you in his arms. "You did so good with your punishment. Do you want Daddy to touch you?" You nod eagerly, cuddling into him. "Lay back," geto tells you. You slip out of his arms and prop yourself back against the pillows.

geto makes you wait, sitting with his knees bent, legs underneath him at the end of the bed, admiring your body as you stare at him expectantly. The small moans leaving his lips as he looks you up and down don't go unnoticed by you. Each noise sends a shock down to the pit of your stomach as you begin to squirm. His hand is over his crotch and he subconsciously palms himself.

"Please touch me," you whisper. He only moans, reaching into his slacks and stroking his cock, eyes closing in pleasure.

"Do you need Daddy to take care of you?" he purrs, snapping back into his dominant role.

"Yes, Daddy."

geto leans forward, his head resting on your lower stomach as he stares up at you. You can't see what he's doing with his hands since his head is in the way. geto long hair brushs on your inner thighs, making you squirm. Suddenly, his fingers brush against your clit, rubbing it as he leaves wet kisses on your torso. You buck your hips against his hand as he plays with your clit.

Instead of holding you down, his fingers follow your hips. You slide your back up the bed, and end up sitting against the pillows instead of laying down. geto only moves closer, one finger sliding inside your tight hole as his thumb moves to rub your clit.

"Your pussy is squeezing my finger, baby girl. Imagine how tight you'll be around my hard cock," he moans, teasing the skin over your stomach with his teeth and leaving dark purple bruises. His fingers leave your body at once, and his large hands wrap around your calves, at the crevice of your knees, pulling you to the end of the bed. Your legs hang over the edge, not completely touching the floor.

geto's hot breath fans over you, until he's kneeling on the floor between your thighs. You wait to feel his tongue over your mound, but his fingers only tease your hole, one pumping back inside. You arch your back off the bed as geto uses his other hand to tease your overly sensitive clit.

Soon enough, he's pumping three long fingers in and out of you at a quick pace. You lift your arm and lay it over your mouth, to muffle your loud moans, but geto won't have it. He stops in his tracks, glaring up at you. "I want to hear you beg, dear," he reminds you. You move your arm back to your side, clenching your fists and holding onto the blankets. geto smiles in approval now, and continues pumping into you. His fingers curl as you near release, hitting your g-spot right away.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" you yell, expecting him to stop. But he doesn't; his fingers speed up, if anything, curling more violently with each pump, thumb speeding up against your clit, and you release all over his hand. Your face twists, biting your lip and tilting your head into the bed, spasming against his hand.

"Baby girl, you look so beautiful when I'm making you cum," he smirks up at you. You're still trying to catch your breath when his fingers slide easily out of you, his tongue licking up your slit to catch the juices from your orgasm. "And you taste so good," he adds, groaning.

"Daddy," you breathe.

"Yes, princess?" he asks, looking up at you curiously.

"can you please fuck me now?"

"Afraid not," he fake pouts. "You've been naughty and I don't think you've learned your lesson yet. Have you, baby girl?" he asks, stroking your thigh lightly.

"I have, daddy."

He shakes his head. "Not yet." He gets up from the edge of the bed, laying down next to you. His head isn't on the pillows, though. "Come here."

You sit up, kneeling by his side. "Put your knees on either side of my head," he instructs you. Immediately, you know what's going through his head and nervously settle your thighs by the sides of his head. geto's hands rest on your thighs, pulling your core down on his mouth. Your heart races and your mind spins as he sucks at your clit. Your hands grip the headboard tightly, rocking your hips on his face slowly. You'd only done this a few times, because it gave you more control than you were used to. You let his hands, which were resting on your bum, guide you back and forth on his mouth.

geto occasionally pulled back, giving you a chance to prepare, and also taking a deep breath for himself, before diving back in and licking your clit furiously, each time making you shake with pleasure. His tongue never went inside you, only around your hole as he teased you. Sticking to only your clit, your orgasm took a little longer to come, but it was even more intense. You pushed yourself away from his mouth, but his hands had a tight hold on your thighs and kept them there, your clit never leaving his mouth.

"Daddy!" you scream as you cum, one hand on the headboard, the other tangled in his hair. He rides out your orgasm, not stopping as you become highly sensitive to his touch. You writhe against his lips and tongue. geto wraps his arm around your waist, holding you down on him at an angle and using his free hand to tease your wet hole. His fingertip grazes over the area as his mouth continues working your clit.

"Daddyyy," you gasp as he slips the first half of his index finger inside you. He curls it a little, an odd but highly pleasurable feeling. He slowly slides the rest of it in, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Do you want more fingers, Princess?" geto asks you innocently.

"Yes, Daddy," you pant.

"Tell me how much you love being my little slut," he urges.

You moan as his middle finger joins the other, stretching your little pussy. "I love being your slut," you gasp again, grinding against his fingers and mouth. geto gradually adds another finger, pumping quickly into you and curling his fingers. He eventually hits your g-spot, making you scream out, gripping his messy curls and hoping you didn't fall forward and hit the wall.

"You like that?" he growls against your core.

"Yes," you moan pornographically. He curls his fingers rhythmically, thrusting violently into you as he coaxes you to cum. As you near orgasm, he stops, rubbing his fingertips directly on your g-spot. You groan as you cum on his face once again, back arched at a usually painful angle.

"Fuck, baby girl," he moans after you've recovered from your unusually long and intense orgasm. "You just squirted," geto giggles. You climb off of him, now hovering over his chest. You look at him, his chin practically dripping with your juices. You blush, closing your legs as much as possible with your knees still on either side of his shoulders. He licks his lips, wiping off his chin as he smirks at you. "Don't be embarrassed," geto says, tilting your chin down to look into his eyes. "it was hot," he insists. You nod a little.

"Daddy?" you ask quietly, climbing off of him and kneeling by his side.

"Yes, Princess?"

"Can... can I suck your cock?"

He fights a moan from your dirty words, nodding. "Get on your knees for Daddy." geto gets off the bed, standing near the end. You settle yourself on your knees in front of him, sitting on your heels. You stare up at him expectantly, waiting for him to give you the go-ahead. A small nod tells you to begin, and you pull his slacks and boxers down in one swift motion. He kicks them off, grabbing the back of his t-shirt and tugging it off.

You stick your tongue out, tracing a line from his base to tip, earning a small moan of your name. "Don't tease Daddy," he groans, biting his lip as he stares down at you. You give him a small smirk before taking his shaft in your hand, sucking his swollen, velvety head, never taking your eyes from his. The taste of his salty precum, leaking from the head of his cock, fills your mouth. He struggles to keep his eyes open as your mouth takes almost half of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You push forward as much as possible, taking him as far down as you can. You gag, but he holds your head in place, pushing you down until your nose hits his stomach. He lets you go and you take a deep breath, licking your lips.

"You're so fucking good, baby girl," he pants, tangling his fingers in your hair once again as you go back down on his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you suck, swirling your tongue around the head. You begin bobbing your head on his cock at a slow pace. He stops you, pulling you back by your hair. "I need to fuck your mouth," he growls. You open wide, looking up at him through your eyelashes. geto groans, grabbing the shaft of his cock and positioning it at the tip of your tongue, just barely in your mouth. His precum oozes onto your tongue, and you quickly lick it off before he can pull away. He gives you a look before thrusting into your mouth. You close your lips around him as he pumps in and out, one hand gripping the back of my neck. You lean forward as he thrusts into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat more often. You loosen your throat up as his thrusts become deeper and sloppier. Suddenly, he completely pulls out, head tilted back.

"I... I need to fuck you. I want to cum inside your pussy." You stand up, not opposing to his command. He throws you back onto the bed, roughly kissing his way up to your neck, then your lips, crushing his against yours as he spreads your legs apart with his knee. "You took your pill?" he whispers. You nod and bite your lip as he looks at you, and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.

As he pushes into you, he captures your lips once again, biting your lip instead of you biting your own lip. His hips move against yours, both of you moaning in unison. geto pulls nearly all the way out, then thrusts deep inside. His pace speeds up he gets closer and closer. Reaching down, he rubs your clit quickly. "m'close," geto growls in your ear. "Cum for me, please, baby," he begs, not wanting to cum before you.

You tilt your head back, your way of letting him know you're close, and he speeds up, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "Let go for me," he moans. The head of his cock hits your g-spot perfectly, which pushes you over the edge. You scream out his name, gripping his muscular biceps as he rides your orgasm out, finally reaching his own. You feel his hot seed fill you up, your back arching, chest pressing against his. He slows down, finally coming to a stop and settling on top of you. You both catch your breath, a thin layer of sweat coating you and him.

"I love you so much," he sighs, rolling off of you and propping himself up on his elbow. "You're so beautiful, especially when I'm making you cum." He kisses your nose sweetly, then pecks your lips.

"me too" you smile slightly, too tired yo move. geto looks down between your legs, where his seed is currently dripping out of.

"That's fucking hot," he grins, obviously proud of himself.

"I should clean up," you say.

"Wait! I can clean you up," he suggests.

"I have a feeling that it's not going to clean me." He just shrugs, settling between your legs once again.

"Six orgasms tonight; can you do that for me, baby girl?" he asks hopefully, looking up at you.

"I'll try," you whisper. You feel like your clit is permanently tingling right now, and he hasn't even started.

geto dips his tongue inside your hole, tasting his own cum mixed with yours, then drags it up to your sensitive bud. He swirls his tongue around it, then envelopes his lips around it and sucks, hallowing his cheeks.

"Look at me when I'm eating you out, Princess. It's rude not to," he teases, forcing you to open your eyes. Your fingers tangle in his hair once again as he begins to tongue-fuck you, going as deep as he can. The tip of his tongue briefly brushes against your g-spot, making you whimper and squirm against him. geto holds your hips in place, not letting you move. He finally looks up at you, making eye contact as your sixth orgasm hits you, intensifying it. You see the lust in his eyes, caused by your moans and pulls of his hair.

He licks at your pussy, not wasting any of your juices. "Always so sweet," he comments, pecking your hypersensitive clit once before coming back up, kissing your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue as he deepens the kiss.

"Its almost six in the morning," geto comments. "We should shower and get to bed." You agree quietly, tired as hell. He picks you up, carrying you into the bathroom bridal-style, whispering in your ear how much he loves you.

" you won’t leave again would you ? "

" I presume you want a lap dance too, hmm ? "

pieck eyes visibly widened at the assumption and she quickly looked behind her where her friends were to see them STILL had their gazes lay on the pole.

pieck turned her head around to see [ y/n ] staring at pieck like she was in thought of something looking pieck up and down with the slightest smirk on her face.

pieck movements stuttered trying to figure out what she should say as a response but came up with nothing, all her brain could think about is how close [ y/n ] was to her, she can smell the expensive sweet floral fragrance of apple and jasmine that made my use to tense muscles immediately relax in her presence.

[ y/n ] noticed this fact and smiled lightly before speaking.

" you still haven't accepted the offer, why is that ? " [ y/n ] asked the female in front of her now raising her soft manicured hand to catch pieck chin in between both her index finger and thumb.

pieck visibly shuddered at the contact before letting out a shaky breath trying to gather all her thoughts around to speak aloud a regular sentence as a respond without stuttering or just saying incoherent words.

" oh um, s-sure, should I pay for extra ? for the um lap dance ? "

pieck asked unsure what to do until [ y/n ] dropped her hand from pieck chin to lift both her hands to grip on pieck shoulders unconsciously pressing her breast against piecks chest making the girl visible gulp.

" why don't I bring you to my private room ? "

—

finally snapping out of their trance, yelena and hange both looked around quickly trying to make out where pieck was in the crowd since they had to head back to their 'headquarters' before the ackerman family got worried.

" where did pieck go ? " yelena asked hange searching around the club.

"oh, you looking for ya friend with the messy hair ?" a voice said behind us making me turn around quickly to where the voice was.

"woah call down, I just wanted to tell you ya little friend went with [ y/s/n ] in her private room, she must be one lucky or important to [ y/s/n ] for her to bring someone in her private room for FREE" the man slurred raising his hands up in defense when yelena reached the the side of her hip and took ahold of some holster when the man approached both her and hange.

yelena turned to hange who turned to yelena with the same questionable look on their faces.

how did pieck get to go in a private room with [ y/s/n ] and how for free ?

they both thought in their heads.

"where is the private room located ?" hange questioned, the first one to come out of the confused stated as she asked the half drunk man next to her.

"in the far back of the club on the left, the coldest part of this damn place"

—

after [ y/n ] lead me to the back left of the club we both enter a large light gray painted room that was filled with the color sage green, I can see there was a long sage green rectangular cage in the back of room and a shiny silver stripper pole in the middle of the room that was the same like the one me yelena and hange saw but this one had a bigger diamond imprint of her 'name', at the bottom and top of the pole I read 'MANEATER' in bold shiny words curtsy to the diamonds.

"you can seat right here" she said maneuvering me by my shoulders to the leather seat that was place close to the strip pole.

usually customers who wanted a private lap dance paid a 1000 every 20 minutes if more then that'll add another 1000 to the cost.

but for some odd reason [ y/n ] felt generous for the petite women infront of her.

"you want a lap dance ? up close strip tease ?

or something better "

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❝ you know what happens when you break one of the rules right ? ❞

THE RULES ;

a set of regulations that { y/n } and only { y/n } has to follow , if { y/n } breaks one or more rules a severe  punishment will be heading to her way .

❝ recite the rules now , doll ❞

THE SET OF RULES ::

1. dont leave the house without geto

2. dont leave the house without his permission

3. no touching yourself when he leaves nor when he's there unless instructed to

4. no male friends unless he approved of them himself .

5. when out always keep on the " special kind " of panties he brought you .

6. NEVER tease him in public or behind closed doors .

7. don't beg or you'll be left high and dry .

the rules were simple so how did you mess up ?

❝ good girl , now pick your punishment ❞

chapter one

THE DIRECTOR OF "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age : 27

THE EXECUTIVE PRODUCER OF "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age:25

THE MANAGER FOR [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]

age: 25

[ Y/N ] SISTER IN THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age:23

SCRIPT WRITER FOR THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE"

age: 26

SECOND MAIN CHARACTER IN "THE LOVE WE SHARE" ( the love interest ) in the movie

age: 24

JUST ANOTHER ACTRESS THATS NOT REALLY INVOLVED IN THE BOOK NOR MOVIE

age: 28

- NISHIMIYA MOMO -

the actual little sister of [ y/n ] [ l/n ] ( she will be involved in the book just a little )

age : 19

[ Y/N ] [ L/N ] MAIN CHARACTER OF BOTH THIS BOOK AND THE MOVIE "THE LOVE WE SHARE" , [ y/n ] is now both thriving in acting and modeling

age: 26

THE HUSBAND OF [ Y/N ] [ L/N ]

age: 27

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❝ don't you have a husband miss [ Y/N ] ? ❞

in which a thriving actress named [ y/n ] [ l/n ] earns the role in a big upcoming romance movie but also catches the eye of some females on set.

❝ he's not here isn't he? ❞

will [ y/n ] continue this scandalous affair or continue living her life with a cheating husband who hasn't had sex with her in god knows when.

❝ pick a choice, love ❞

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chapter one

[ Y/N ] POV

it was bright and partly cloudy out today it was the perfect day to go out before geto came back from work at the hellish place he called himself a CEO of .

walking out of the large mansion that was very modern I heard I loud beep sound coming from the car that was pulled up in the front of the modern like house.

I can clearly see gojo sticking his head out of the drive seat with a wide smile on his face .

I see he was wearing some regular clothes that consisted of grey sweatshorts, a tight fitted white tank top and his infamous retro lower cases ' o ' glasses .

" who you tryna impress ? " he asked me looking me up and down my outfit which was a white dress shirt that had a few unbuttoned button at the top and was tucked in my shirt pleaded skirt, with a playful glint in his eyes making me scoff and walk up closer to the car, the heels of my mary janes clicking on the concrete floor of the driveway before answering his question .

" anyone but you. " i said to him face to face with my head now sticking inside off he window, face near inches away from him.

I unconsciously pressed my breast together unknowingly giving him a free show of the black lingerie that I wore underneath that peeked a little through the white shirt .

BEEP

my head quickly turned around at the sound of the camera that was placed on the side of the front door.

" why y'all got so many cameras around here ? " he questioned me.

I smiled directly at the camera knowing he's watching. It won't hurt to give him a little show right?. before turning back around to answer gojo question I bend down a little closer to the window letting my skirt naturally lift up a little from the wind making half my ass show and my black lace panties geto bought for me a couple weeks back.a perfect view from the camera. I thought before turning back around to answer gojo question.

"no reason" i answered him now walking around the car to get in the passenger seat.

"now can we leave this place, I'm starving" i said patting his thigh now that I'm in the car with the most innocent smile I can muster up on my face.

"y-yeah"

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at the cafe - 3:42pm

we were in the cafe talking and catching up about how was I doing ? was geto treating me ok ? and if I was just good in general.

while this conversation I noticed gojo took some 'sneaky' glances towards my chest but obviously it wasn't sneaky enough and I quickly took notice of these glances.

"are you going to keep looking at my chest or look me in the eye while holding this conversation ?" I questioned him slicing a piece of my strawberry crepe before looking up slightly to see his halfly shocked expression.

"it was out there.how do you expect me not to look." he said mumbling the last part but I caught it and gave him a scoff and a little shrug of my shoulders.

"anyways weres geto, he hasn't been to work since yall two became a thing? " he said to me like a question.

it was true that geto didn't go to the office since we became something(?) since he didn't have a enough trust in me staying home by myself and still didn't but work was piling up and meetings couldn't be held back any further so he was forced to go back to work and the maids couldn't 'supervise' me because it was their day off.

the days he wasn't at work he would be in the house, in his work space doing god knows what while when he got stressed he would always order me in the office with the littlest set of clothes on.

me already memorizing what his order will be I immediately crawled under his desk, sitting in my knees under the desk with my hands on my lap like the obedient little bitch I was to him.

but not right now

I had already broke several of

THE RULES

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