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The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 01

By: DarkBlush



Mr. Inoue just appeared in the apartment across from mine. None of my neighbors knew when he moved in, what he did, or even his first name. All we knew was that he was a friendly, handsome guy in his late twenties, early 30's who kept mostly to himself but would help little old ladies with their groceries and feed stray cats.

I loved watching him through the peephole whenever he came in. He was too handsome, almost disgustingly so. He had beautiful dark brown, almost black eyes; pale skin with a hint of red almost like iced cinnamon; and gorgeous dark brown hair. Whenever I heard the familiar sounds of his boots on the hallway floor outside, I rushed to the door to watch him. He just walked and turned to his door, unlocking it and letting himself in.

In my heart, I knew I'd never end up with a guy like that. After one last vision of him walking in and entering his abode, I turned back to my apartment and sighed. Mad George, my fat tabby, sat at my feet. He looked up at my face almost apologetically. I scooped him up and sighed as I pet behind his ears.

I wasn't hideous, if fact I had been called cute or pretty my whole life but girls like me didn't end up with guys like him. Still snuggling the cat in my arms, I walked to stand in front of the full length mirror. I wore my usual uniform for my days off from work: Black tights and a long loose men's shirt with something nerdy on it. Today, it was a Zelda reference. I had nice skin at least, smooth velvety chocolate, but my hair was a wild swing of curls that never wanted to do what I wanted. I looked at my big hips and thighs and hid my smaller breasts behind Mad George. My size bounced back and forth between a 14 and 16. My height and weight distribution helped but some days I just felt awful about my body.

I sighed and rubbed George's tummy before heading to my bedroom and slumping on my bed. It smelled different again, like fresh soap and expensive cologne. Turning to bury my face in it, I sighed. I knew it had to be my imagination. Like when I came home and thought someone had rearranged my fridge or when I open a cabinet to see something nice that I didn't remember buying. I was pretty sure I was going crazy.

A sudden crash made me jump. Mad George jumped from my arms and hid beneath the bed. Another crash followed. I stood and against all better judgment went toward the sounds. It was outside my apartment. I cautiously checked the peephole to see Mr. Inoue's door wide open. Part of the frame was broken like it had been kicked in. There were continuously loud sounds and tussling. It was 2 am on a Wednesday and our entire floor in the small building was made up of working people. I wouldn't have been surprised if we were the only ones there.

I picked up my cell to call for help but I couldn't get a signal. It shocked me because I had great service in my apartment. I heard a cry and it sounded like Mr. Inoue's. 

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I told myself as I picked up the heaviest of cast iron pans I'd received from my mom. 

I quietly opened the door stepped out. My heart raced as I tip toed across the hall. The apartment was a mess from the struggle. There was glass and other kinds of shards on the floor. Dirt from potted plants spread across it all like comet tails. The coffee table was broken in half. I looked into the hallway to see a rough looking man standing over Mr. Inoue, a gun in his hand. His head was shaved and there were Cyrillic tattoos on the back of it.

As the gun lifted, I acted before thinking. I ran, slamming his hand with the pan. He was caught by surprise as all he could do was block as I repeatedly struck with the pan with adrenaline fueled strength. I whacked at his arms and head and heard bones break but didn't stop. When he stopped moving I fell back against the wall, panting.

Two hands cupped my face and someone was looking into my eyes. "Vinnie, come on we've got to go."

"What?" I blinked at Mr. Inoue's face. How did he even know my name?

"Winnie, let's go. We've got to go."

"O-Ok." I let him help me stand before he turned around and kneeled over man. His hands reached down and a sudden crack filled the air. "You just broke his neck. You just broke his neck. You ju-"

He stood and put his hand over my mouth to cut me off. "Yes. But he was going to keep going until he killed you and me and I'm not going to let anyone kill you. Give me the pan." I handed it over to him. "Go back to your apartment, pack all your underwear and important documents and come back."

I trembled but nodded then my eyes got wider. "What about my cat?"

"Mad George comes with us. Pack him too but just him. No litter or food. Ok?"

I nodded and stumbled my way back across the hallway. Nothing made sense. He knew my name; he knew my cats' name. I did as I was told but I couldn't stop shaking. I'd just seen a man die and it was partially my fault.

After all of my underwear and documents were packed I coaxed George out from under my bed with treats and placed him into the carrier I used when we traveled. Amazingly, I didn't have any cuts on the bottoms of my feet. I put on socks and sneakers before locking the door and walking back across the hall. All in all, I had one overnight bag and the carrier.

Mr. Inoue had a bag as well. I finally had a chance to see the wares of the fight on him. His knuckles were bruised and opened and there were cuts to his chin and neck. He stopped stomping his cell phone and looked at me. 

"When was the last time you went home?"

"Ugh, Christmas..." My voice was hoarse and hollow in my throat.

He smiled softly and walked closer to me. "Let's go then. I want to meet the wonderful woman who made you."

I cocked my head to the side. Who the hell was this guy? How could he just turn Casanova after snapping a guy's neck? Then he leaned in and kissed me. 'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' I told myself as my body quivered under it.

He pulled back and grinned. "Ready to go?"

I stared with a mixture of fright and arousal like a dear in front of the sexiest pair of headlights I'd ever met. With no other choice, I nodded slowly. I was going to take this possible maniac to Texas to meet my Mama. In no way was this right.

He took my bag and Mad George, shouldering all of the weight as he headed out the door and down the hall. I followed behind him obediently but watched him with careful, distrusting eyes. He frightened me now, just as much as the dead man had but the memory of that kiss still had my knees weak. 

I didn't own a car; living in the city with public transportation made it an extra cost I didn't need. He did though. It was a gorgeous black muscle car with chrome trim. He settled George in the back on dark red leather seats and opened the door to the passenger side for me. I nodded nervously to his sweet smile and flushed when he reached across to buckle me in.

"Always have to be safe." His deep voice in my ear soaked my panties.

He shut the door and walked around to get in on the driver's side before cranking and driving away. I looked over at his wounds. "We should probably take care of those."

"We'll hit a store once we're further on the way. You don't mind if we drive there, do you?"

I shook my head and just looked at the scenery as we got on the highway and left the city. The car was mostly quiet and it wasn't until we were on the road awhile that I realized my hands and wrists ached. I looked down to see that I'd pretty much bruised the hell out of my palms from the pan's handle.

The car jerked as he pulled off onto an exit and parked in a Wal-Mart parking lot. He took my hands and looked over them. "Stay here, alright?"

I nodded.

He left the car on with the keys in the ignition but I just couldn't bring myself to leave him. I waited in the car patiently. Turning, I stuck a finger through the grate of Mad George's cage. He nibbled on it and rubbed against it before settling back down. Mr. Inoue returned with a shopping cart full of bags. As he loaded them in the car I saw food, clothing, and cat supplies but the medical supplies were in his hand.

He sanitized his hands and handed me a small white pill and cold bottle of water. "Take this."

I took the pill and watched him as he bandaged himself expertly. When his wounds were covered he took the bottle from my hands and put it in the armrest.

"You're going to get sleepy soon but it will help with the pain. I'm sorry you had to do that. I owe you my life." He reached across me and let back my chair. I moaned softly at the feel of him against me and how wonderfully he smelled. He smelled like my sheets. When he sat back up, I was staring at him again.

"I'll explain more at the hotel, just relax." He started the car and drove off again.

The pill soon took its effect and I slept deeply in the reclined seat. I only woke once to see him pumping gas at some unknown station before knocking out again. When I finally started to come around, I was curled up on the King sized bed of a nice motel room. Mad George was cuddled into me, ears flicking as he licked his paws.

Mr. Inoue came from the bathroom clad only in a towel. My cat stood and walked to the edge of the bed to get petted. He wasn't afraid as if it was a stranger, he knew the guy. I watched in dulled bewilderment as the medicine was still working its way from my body.

"You've been in my place."

"Yes. Often." He was so nonchalant about it.

"Why?" I wanted to grab George and run.

"I like the owner but she never talks to me. So, I would sneak and buy her nice things, spoil her cat, and enjoy her comfy bed when she was at work." He looked up at me as he skillfully worked twitching cat ears.

"You picked my lock?" The fear finally made it to my voice.

"No." He laughed as if I could ever accuse of something so amateur. "I made a copy of your key."

I lifted up with a whine, about to fight for freedom but he eased me back on the bed. It was a good thing because I was still lightheaded. I looked up at him, not masking my fright.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you, Vinisha." He held up his hands. "I care for you and I want to protect you. You risked your life to save mine so you must care for me a little too, right? Don't you watch me when I come in, every time I come in?"

I nodded before letting out a small "yeah."

"Then know I would never harm you, no matter what I do or who I am. Ok?"

"Ok."

"You're still scared, right?"

"Yes." I couldn't lie under his gaze.

"I can help with that." He grinned slow and seductively.

I watched him and mustered all my courage for the moment. "Don't lead me around. Please. After the day we've had together, the best gift you can give me is the honest truth about you and your actions. I don't want to be someone who get's fooled and I don't want what I don't know to get me killed. Ok?"

He studied me and then his lips pulled into the first genuine grin of the day. It was immensely sexier and tremendously more unnerving. "You killed a Russian hitman today and I need to get you out of the city and back to your hometown to better protect you. I am a private contractor, a mercenary of sorts. Apparently retirement wasn't in the cards for me. I told you the truth, I did enter your apartment because you wouldn't see me face to face and I enjoy giving you gifts because I like you. On this trip to that itty bitty town in Texas where you were born and after we get there, I plan to spend a good section of my time making you cum hard and often until you realize that I should be trusted and you should be mine. Straight forward enough?"

My jaw dropped as my brain processed all of the information. I was trembling but a bit of childishness still lingered within me. "You broke his neck...'

"Only because he had been beaten so badly he wouldn't have survived his injuries and died slowly, I didn't need someone to get to him in time to give us away. Take off you leggings."

I bit my lower lip. I'd killed a man and all I could think about was how wet I was and how much he'd see when I did what he said. His face held no emotion. The command had been made and that was that. I dug my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down and off over my socked feet. He must have removed my shoes before laying me on the bed.

He reached out and touched my thigh before pressing his fingers against the wet spot and rubbing it in circles. I hissed and moaned. He slipped a finger underneath the fabric and began to trace up and down my slit. Hooking his finger, he eased the fabric to the side and smiled.

"Very pretty."

He climbed up on the bed, not giving a damn about his towel. His face slipped between my spread thighs and I let out a groan as I felt his tongue slip up and down my lips. My head fell back as he latched onto my clit with hungry sucking.

I struggled, gripping the sheets with still sore hands before his arms wrapped under my legs and snatched my hips right from under me. I cried out, everything below my shoulder blades lifted off the bed. He stabbed his tongue harshly at the nub still trapped between his lips before biting it.

I screamed and kicked at the air behind him as I came, clawing at the covers. He didn't show me an ounce of mercy, only plunged his tongue deep into my depths, fucking it into the still quivering walls. I clawed and gripped at whatever I could of him, leaving red strikes across his lower thighs.

Even still, it was no deterrent. The next climax slammed against me with the same ruthlessness he possessed. My stomach clenched and I howled as I came on his beautiful face. There was a dull ache of my back being held in such a position for so long.

He slowly lowered me down and as he released my legs, I thought I was in the clear. How wrong I was. His hands ran up from my calves to the backs of my thighs and my legs lifted up and over. They spread out in a 'V' and I could only shriek as his tongue traced down to my back door.

"Oh no no... oh please no..." I whimpered in hopes of leniency but that didn't appeal to him either.

The tip of his tongue made a slow trace around my clenching bud. I shuddered and groaned, shaking my head. He couldn't do this to me; I'd be ruined to the thought of another man but him. I realized that was the point but he couldn't be this tough on the first night.

His tongue darted into the center before circling out again. I writhed and he must have gotten tired of holding my legs because he reached for my leggings. He secured their top to the headboard and tied each leg to one of my ankles. I was held in place for him and he really got to work.

As he returned his tongue to the dart and circle movements he'd started, one of his hands started strumming my clit. He continued this for a little while before sliding a finger of the other hand into me and making a 'come here' motion inside of me. I cursed him. I writhed and bucked on the bed and I cursed him out as his tongue dug deeper and my body went insane. 

His fingers switched to fluttering pinches on my clit and it was too much. "Oh god no! Fuck you Inoue! You suck! AGH!"

He laughed and shoved his tongue half way in, shaking his head side to side as I came hard. I gushed all over his hands and down my tummy. It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair for a man to make me cum this bad. 

I cursed his name as I rode through it before my body went limp. I whimpered as his tongue lapped across me, cleaning up the evidence of his crime against me. He untied my ankles and eased me onto my side, cuddling behind me. 

His impressive package throbbed hard and stiff behind my thighs. I was too weak to stop him but he didn't take it any farther, just holding me against him. He felt and smelled so good. Mad George was nowhere to be seen, we'd likely scared him under the bed. He nuzzled his face into my curls and kissed my ear. For whatever reason, I fell asleep happy.

The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 02



Sorry for the late arrival of this second chapter. I had a crazy busy week. I hope you all liked it.

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I woke up to soft rumbles and movement. Pretending to still be asleep, I tossed a little to see what was going on. Inoue sitting on the end of the bed, fully dressed, with his legs crossed. In on hand he dangled a cat toy. Mad George was in front of him. The tabby would raise himself up to get the cat toy only to get the other hand scratching his tummy and neck. My can then flopped in a purring fit whacking at his hand and wrist. Either he was very dumb or loved this game because I watched them repeat the action 3 more times in my faux slumber.

"Good morning Vinnie. How did you sleep?"

A silent curse rang through my head. I guess I wasn't too convincing. "Uh... good."

He scooped up George and smiled at me. "Fat cat, it looks like she's awake. We've got to get a move on." He waved paws at me and went deeper, slightly raspy, and out of breath for Geroge's voice. "Mornin'."

I shouldn't have laughed but I did. It was girlish and high and embarrassing. I flipped the covers over my head. How could he be sweet in the mornings and a monster at night? It wasn't fair, none of this was fair.

The weight shifted off the bed and I knew he'd gotten up. The pet carrier door swung open and closed moments later with metallic 'tangs'. Water ran in the bathroom and I knew he was washing his hands. I had no idea what he was planning but I moved to the middle of the bed and gripped it tight.

The covers lifted on one side of the bed and I felt heat across my skin as he snaked himself in. "Vinnie, we've got to go and get breakfast before we get on the road." 

I felt him lick my hip and I squirmed. His hands eased my thighs apart and my hands released their grips to try and stop him. Inoue laughed and caught them, kissing the bruised palms before nibbling at the fingers. 

"Are you going to get up voluntarily or will I have to dress you post climax?" His deep voice teased as he flicked his tongue across my wrist.

"I'll get up." I shifted and looked at him in the little light that passed through the linens. He settled his chin just above my center and smiled at me. This man was the devil.

He let me up and I went to the bathroom to shower. My clothes were on the counter by the time I was done. He even matched my underwear and bra. I rolled my eyes and put everything on. It was a very cute outfit. Black skinny jeans, black boots, and another oversized men's shirt with only geek glasses on it. I smiled and pulled back my hair before leaving.

Everything was already gone and packed in the car, including George. He walked over and pecked me. "Let's go check out."

I did my best to make a face at him but he only chuckled. His hands slipped up under the shirt to my lower back and he pulled me closer. He leaned in and kissed me slowly. I parted my lips and accepted his exploring. It was like my brain went on vacation when I was in his arms. I should have pulled away and went to the car, but here I was moaning into his mouth.

He pulled back with a smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"What's your first name?" I looked up at him through the haze.

He chuckled and looked up. "What's your favorite old school Disney movie?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Huh? What does that have to do with anything?"

He leaned in and kissed my temple. "Just answer the question..."

"Sleeping Beauty." It came out as a conceding sigh.

"Then my name is Phillip. Let's go." He grabbed my hand and led me from the room and into a hallway. We left out of the building and walked to our car. Mad George mewed in his carrier. I stuck a finger in for him to nibble at.

"Phillip Inoue?"

"For now, yes." 

"For now?" I let him buckle my seatbelt before starting the car.

"If you do as I say, when I say, and allow me to keep you safe, I'll repay you in information." He began to drive out of the parking lot. I noticed he nearly always backed in.

"Not in orgasms?" I was being smart with him but he deserved it.

"No, those are mandatory." He smirked and drove to the front where the concierge desk was. "Wait in the car please."

I did wait in the car, until he was fully inside, before starting to climb over the center console to get into the driver's seat. It was then that I noticed the gear stick. I couldn't drive manual. 

Sighing, I sat back down and buckled up once more.

He returned to the car with his receipt print out and got in. "I saw that. That's a punishment earned."

"What kind of punishment?" I watched him with distrusting eyes.

"You'll see. Let's get breakfast and gas up then go." He was stern but there was a hint of noncommittal, as if he was joking or mocking me. I couldn't tell which and it made me hate him.

I stayed quiet through breakfast and didn't watch him as he gassed up. Now I wondered where my cell phone was. I knew I'd brought it in the car but I didn't have it anymore. He'd probably taken it while I was passed out yesterday.

The bruises on my hands were uglier today so I knew they were healing. The ache went up to my knuckles and down to my elbows but I wouldn't ask him for help, not yet. I watched out of the passenger window as we took off again.

We were nearly an hour into driving before I couldn't take it anymore. "Phillip..."

He smirked; probably happy I was using the name already. "Yes?"

"The pain is back." I held up my stiffening arms and hands.

The smirk vanished and he pulled off on the shoulder of the road. He took out another one of the white pills and a bottle of water. "Take this."

I shook my head quickly. "No, I don't want to be knocked out again."

He took the pill and bit it in half and handed me one of the pieces. I stared at it and he laughed. "As many places as my mouth has been on you..."

I reluctantly took the pill half and swallowed it with the water. He spit the other half out the window. "Why did you do that?"

"Do you really want me to be driving after one of those?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

That wasn't an option. I shook my head. "How long does it take to kick in?"

"Not that long..." He started the car again and got back on the road. We drove a few miles on the mostly empty highway before one of his hands caressed my thigh. 

I moaned softly, the medicine hadn't kicked in yet and the feeling was a good distraction. His hand wandered from the outer thigh to the inside. I spread my legs in the hope for more. He didn't disappoint.

His fingers wandered up and pressed against the crotch of my leggings. I lifted my hips, eager for attention. He began to rub his thumb up and down my slit through the fabric.

"Vinnie, do you want me to make you cum?" His voice was so intoxicating.

"Yes." I focused on the feel on his fingers. Something had to be wrong with me, but I just couldn't take it. Maybe the drugs had kicked in and I was loopy. I couldn't call it.

He pulled off on an exit this time. I wasn't sure if he knew where he was going or just had great luck but we were eventually parked in an empty lot off of the main road. Trees obscured us from passing cars.

The car was turned off and he moved to face me. He leaned in slowly, eyes locked with mine the whole way. I froze in his gaze, mesmerized, until his lips met mine. My moans fell into his mouth as I kissed him with hunger. I could feel the daze coming on and I wanted to cum before the tide washed over me completely.

He responded to my urgency with a bit of his own. His hands gripped under my rear to lift me up and pull my jeans down to my knees. "I'll make it quick, just lean over me."

His words commanded against my lips as he held me up. My panties came down next. In this position I was pretty much bent over. He shifted so my shoulders pressed against his, and took the opportunity to lick and nibble my neck as a finger slipped into me from behind.

I moaned and wiggled but a firm smack on my ass held me in place. "Let me work."

The urge to cuss at him boiled in me but the pumping finger kept it at bay. My walls worked and gripped at the digit as his other hand slipped between my legs to flick and roll my clit. I worked against his hands as much as possible.

A second finger joined within me. The way he held me up, I didn't need to use my sore hands and arms for stability but the pleasure made me grip at him anyway. His movements were soon merciless. 

The pleasure climbed inside me before peaking roughly, slamming my whole body into orgasm. I stifled a scream but bit and held his ear as I rode my climax, eliciting a groaned out "fuck" from him. It wasn't until I was down from my high that I released him.

Phillip slipped his soaked hand from me and eased me back down in the seat. "I'll be back. " His voice was deliciously hoarse. I watched him slip his fingers into his mouth and open the car door. He wondered down into the trees a bit until he was out of sight, a little while later he came back, zipping his pants.

By that time, I'd fixed my clothes and buckled back up. "Where'd you go?"

"I had to handle something." His voice was like gravel and it was driving me crazy.

"I would have wanted to watch." I was sure the medicine had kicked in now. It took away my filter with the pain this time.

He turned to stare at me with an eyebrow raised and I just chuckled and nodded. Phillip Inoue laughed and leaned in to kiss me. I could still taste myself on his lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. I think you made the medicine kick in faster."

"Good." He reached over to buckle me back in and recline my seat. I shamelessly buried my nose in his shirt to breath in his amazing scent. He stroked my thigh before starting the car again and getting back on the road.

I floated around in a blissful haze as I watched the world pass us outside of his car's windows. A thought bounced around in my head and I turned to him with a smile. "Are you still going to punish me?"

"Yes." He said with a smirk but no hesitation. "But that's not until later."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's not a proper punishment if you have time to plan or prepare for it."

"People get told what their punishment is all the time." My Texas twang was out in full force.

"You're not people. You're Vinnie, my Vinnie, and when I punish my Vinnie, I will do it a certain way." He said it so matter-of-factly that I had to laugh and moan. 

"You're driving me crazy... but I like it. Have I been good, like in the last hour?" 

He quirked a brow but nodded.

"Then can I ask a question?" My voice was childishly eager.

He mulled it over before giving me another nod.

"Why did you retire?"

"I don't like killing people; it's just something I'm good at." He was blunt and direct, I appreciated it.

I nodded and shifted as much as I could to my side. "I can understand that."

"I wish more people did." He watched me from the corner of his eye. "It still made you sleepy?"

"No, you did." I grinned at him before nodding off.

I woke in spurts again. The first time, I saw him taking care of George and playing with him. I blinked and George's big pink nose was in my face. He purred as his belly got scratched and licked at the apple of my cheek.

"Cat spoiler." I called accusatorily at Phillip. He chuckled and kissed my temple. I bat at him, still half asleep, before going back under.

The second time was another fill-up at a gas station. I never thought a muscle car could be good on gas but his seemed to be. There was a new purple bag behind his seat. I started to reach for it but a knock on the window stopped me. He wagged his finger at me from behind the glass. 

I pouted at him and signed for food. He nodded and finished pumping the gas before coming back into the car. I moaned as he greeted me with a peck. "Anything you particularly want?"

I shook my head. In truth, I just wanted to eat and go back to sleep. I liked being more lucid than last time but I still just felt exhausted. We stopped for burgers and fries.

Half way through eating I just wrapped up my food and went back to sleep. I finally woke again with the car parked in a dark parking lot next to another nice motel. This time felt like I was waking for good and I sat up, drinking some water. He was gone but I saw him walking back to the car after a few minutes. 

His fingers held up a room key to the window before he opened the backseat door to get out the bags and Mad George. "Can you walk or should I carry you?"

"I can walk. I'm fine." I grabbed my leftovers and exited the car. My legs were a little stiff at first but I followed him into the hotel room.

Another king sized bed awaited us. He set down our bags and freed Mad George. The cat stretched itself for a few moments before wandering to the pillow Phillip set down and slumping on it. I rolled my eyes at his laziness.

A sudden lift up made me squeak and Inoue laughed at me. "Come on, let's take a shower and get to bed, we should get there in the morning."

I nodded and studied him. He didn't say anything about punishment so I wasn't going to mention it now. He stripped me and stole a lick or nibble here and there. I groaned and writhed, sensitive to his touches. My core was already heated and hungry for him.

Leaning against the wall, I watched him undress. His body was ridiculous and his cock had to be some kind of Holy Grail. I let out a frustrated groan and covered my face.

"What?' I felt his hands on me again.

"You look so good it makes me feel bad."

He laughed hard and scooped me up, not caring that the tip of his finger teased just within my lips. "You look amazing." He carried me into the shower and set me down.

I raised up on tip toes to kiss him. It was the first time I wanted to be with someone so much. It was stupid. He was a killer and everything that he told me to this point could be a lie but he set my body on fire.

He returned the kiss before soaping down our bodies. I shivered as his thorough hands worked over me, caressing sensitive spots he must have learned of the night before. I did the same, soaping him up and taking the time to stroke and caress his beautiful member until he caught my hands.

"Not until your punishment is over."

I pouted. So he had remembered. I let him turn us under the water until we were completely rinsed. He turned off the shower and dried us down. 

"Go and lay ass up on the bed." I stared at him but he just reached around and gave some taps to my buns. "You heard me. Go."

I gave him a look but did as told. When I'd settled on the bed, I heard him walking around behind me before he lifted my head. The blindfold slid down, blocking out all light. I bit my lip only to receive a kiss from him. 

A 'squish' filled the air before he began to massage something cool and creamy over my skin. The more his hands moved and massaged, the warmer my skin felt. The scent of berries wafted to me. I moaned as he worked my back and shoulders then down each arm. He took his time, even working every joint and section of each finger separately. His hands then slowly worked down my spine, focusing on my lower back. I moaned and he stopped, going to start from my toes up.

He took his time, kneading the calves, behind my knees, then up my thighs to just under my rear. He ran his fingers across the cheeks and I shuddered, arching upwards against his touch. I heard him chuckle and he briefly ran his hands over the flesh, massaging the lotion in but pulling back.

"Flip over."

I whined and turned over. He repeat the process, working his way from top to center but skipping over my breasts and doing the same from the bottom up, skipping over my core. He massaged lotion into my stomach then did the quick sweep over my breasts and chuckled.

"Quit squirming."

"Are you kidding me? You can't do that and-" He put a finger to my lips and I growled and mumbled a few swear words at him.

"I like that." He laughed and I felt something strap around one of my ankles and then the other. I groaned as he lifted my legs. I heard another set of Velcro straps before he moved his hands away and my legs stayed suspended. This wasn't going to go well for me at all.

He ran his finger across my slit and I gasped, hips lifting. His hands moved to grip them gently before running his tongue over my lips. I cried out as he suckled my clit before pulling back.

I felt another set of straps slide across my hips and under my thighs. Something soft and plastic settled against my lips where his tongue had just played. I wiggled but he just tapped my hips.

"Settle down." I felt the bed shift as he leaned over to kiss my calf. "You were good otherwise today, so you have the choice of which hole this..." He put something small again the back of my knee and a sudden strong vibration erupted from it. I jumped and squealed at the sudden feeling. "... goes in."

"No no no...." I whined and trembled, shaking my head. 

"Choose or I'll choose for you." His voice dared me to leave it to him.

"Pussy." My brain had somewhat froze over, there had to have been a better word for it."

"Good choice." He shift what he had strapped on me and eased the vibe in. It was small and shaped like an egg but still seemed so big inside of me. I writhed and groaned but all the massaging had me so wet, it slid in without issue. He let me get used to it, occasionally dragging the cord from it across my back door, causing my body to shiver. 

"Ahh..."

"Listen Vinisha, I like you very much and you're going to have to listen to me without question from now on. It's important for your safety and happiness. I'm going to correct your behavior when you don't." He kissed the back of my thigh. "Let's get started."

He turned on both vibrators at the same time. The scream caught in my throat and came out in coughed whimpers. The one strapped on, focused on my clit as the other was settled right against my g spot. I lifted my hands to flail but he caught them by the wrists. 

"If you need to grab anything, grip onto me. I don't need you injuring yourself more." With that he settled on the bed and began to lap teasingly at my rosebud as my body suffered under the reign of the toys.

I wailed obscenities. My hands gripped and flexed before I clawed a hold onto his wrists as his tongue traced me. When the tip of his tongue dipped in, I screamed as I came.

He didn't turn it down or stop for a second. I felt him nibble the insides of my cheeks before he returned to rimming. My thrashes made my essence drip both ways as the egg vibrated ruthlessly inside me. There wasn't an escape and another climax clawed over me.

I yanked at his hold and my legs pulled at the straps but neither gave. He laughed against me and used his tongue to explore me more, flicking it in and out before circling the clenching hole. I begged now. 

"Please Inoue! Please! I won't do it again! GOD!" Another orgasm came and my wail grew hoarse midway through.

The vibrations stopped, leaving an itching numbness in their wake. He released my hands, only to snatch the vibrator off of me and the egg from within me. I heard snaps, I was sure he'd broke something. 

My panting only lasted a few seconds before it turned into hoarse screams as he latched onto my center with hungry sucking. It was pure torture on top of the sensitivity. He ran his nails down the back of my thighs and up my ass. It was too much. I came so hard I broke into sobs, tears wetting the inside of the blindfold.

He pulled back and stroked his hands against my skin as he untied me. I grunted through my tears as he snatched me into his arms. The blindfold was removed with a bit more care and he wiped my eyes.

"I don't want to have to punish you again." He cuddled me closer, kissing me sweetly.

"I'll be good." I moaned voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be good."



The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 03



Sorry for the late updates everyone. I've had a crazy few weeks and have a few more before sanity returns to my life. Please enjoy. I love everyone's feedback.

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I trembled as he kissed away my tears and stroked my still sensitive body. It was the first time I noticed that his body was bare. I ran my trembling fingers across his chest and he smiled, taking a hold of them and kissing the tips. 

"You look so good in the afterglow." Phillip cupped my cheek and ran his thumb across my lips. His eyes were dark with a mix of desire and hunger. I'd never seen that level of intensity in the flesh, especially directed at me.

"Phillip?" My voice sounded little and fragile like an antique music box.

He groaned and set me back down on the bed, hands tracing up my thighs. I gasped and wiggled. My body still felt on fire from his onslaught.

"Vinnie.... Do you still want to touch?"

I blinked slowly and turned to examine him. He was still just as naked as he was in the shower. I reached for him with gentle fingers. My touch reached his thigh first, the toned flesh felt even more alluring than it looked. 

My palm connected and I began a slow rub, up and down. The spacing increased until my hand touched his knee then up to his hip. I flustered and crossed to the other side, the base of my palm brushing across the top of his member. The thick muscle pulsed and I gasped.

"You act like you've never seen one before." His voice was pure gravel once again but there was a hint of humor as well.

"Not... not one like yours." I finally wrapped my fingers around him and near swooned. He should have spent his life as model for toys. I know there would be girls who would happily throw me out a window for the position I was in. "Did someone make you? I feel like you're unreal."

That really made him laugh, "I was raised to believe in intelligent design but I don't think that's what you're asking."

I ignored him, adding my other hand to the mix to cup his balls. Even they were perfect and nicely filled my palm. It was a strange angle to be on my back, reaching up. As if he heard me, he straddled my body. Seeing him right on made it worse somehow.

I bit my lower lip as I explored him. My hand traced lightly from the tip to the base. Clear precum leaked down the smooth head. On instinct, I leaned up and licked it from him. He was mild and salty with a slight tang. Not bad at all.

He gently gripped my wrists. "Keep doing like that and you're going to get a mouthful."

I took the initiative this time and opened my mouth wide as I took as much of the head in as possible, eyes locked with his. My tongue traced back and forth across the flesh. His groans turned me on like nothing else.

I moaned against him, beginning to bob on that wonder of creation. The taste of him became intoxicating and I was tempted to look up. He wasn't the type of guy to look away or glance back and forth when getting head. No, I had his complete attention.

My still sensitive core ached as I watched the pleasure on his face. Our eyes locked as I dragged the tip of my tongue across his weeping slit. I was pleasing him but that look in those dark eyes made me leak on the motel sheets.

"Fuck." 

He growled and yanked his head from the warmth of my mouth with a hip thrust backwards. My wrists were still locked in his hold and I struggled against him as I tried to capture him again. He forced my arms above me and pinned them down with one hand. With the other he grabbed a pillow, shaking and gripping it until the case was freed. He then used the case to tie my hands to the headboard.

"This isn't fair Phillip; you said I could after my punishment." I growled childishly.

"I said you could touch me after but if you're so hungry for me, I can fill your mouth once I'm done." He got up from the bed.

"Done with what?" I kicked at the mattress with frustration.

"We're not crossing the Texas line without me being inside once." 

I watched him walk to the purple bag and pull out a roll of silver foils. It was like someone turned on an electric wire between my thighs. I gripped my legs together and squirmed to provide some kind of stimulation to no avail. My heart raced as I heard a wrapper rip.

"Hurry up!" The urgency in my voice shocked me. Hadn't this man kidnapped me? Killed a man in my presence? Admitted to being a killer multiple times and here I was, barely above begging for his cock.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. His body turned so I could watch the condom slide down that fantastic flesh. I missed it in my mouth already. 

"Vinnie..." He crawled back onto the bed. There was something serpentine about him, hypnotic and alarming. I knew right then that I was a mouse in his den, a fly in his web. Phillip Inoue scared me to death and there was no way to break free.

I flushed as he grabbed my thighs, yanking my body to him with such intensity that my wrists popped in their binding. A shocked gasp left my lips followed by a whimper as his thick wrapped heat lay against my lips ominously. 

"Vinisha... after this there's no going back." He chuckled to himself like he'd just told a joke. "I'm not saying it like there's a choice, I'm just informing you. Once I'm in, you're mine for good."

I thought about my position as he adjusted me. Here I was, upper half stretched long, lower half spread wide with my thighs being held open by his strong hands. Beyond physical, however, I was a fugitive here with a man I didn't know from Adam who continually has done the naughtiest, spine curling things to me. I was going to "belong" to this man whose real name I still didn't know but as he said, there wasn't a choice.

I embraced the ambiguity of my future by lifting my hips, rocking my wet folds along his length. He liked that answer. One of my thighs was freed momentarily so he could line up. I did my best to prepare of but swell of his head forcing into my overworked walls was life changing. My only saving grace was the slight numbness still from the vibrator assault. 

The feeling of his dominating thickness consumed me. My walls gripped and fluttered around the invading length as he sank in. I leaned up to look at my swollen dark pussy lips getting stretched apart and felt the fine tremble start in the base of my spine before washing over me.

I screamed out as the orgasm flooded my senses and the sheets. He'd done too much, pushed me too far to just think he could just slide in without my body going nuts. He probably expected and hoped for this exact reaction. Tears of overload rolled down my cheeks as he ruthlessly pulled back through my still spasming walls and sank back in with a purposeful thrust. 

"Inoue! God just- Ugh bastard!" I wasn't making sense as I struggled against his pumps but it didn't matter.

His grin marred his face. He was my savior during the day but my tormenter in bed. Leaning forward, he kissed me deeply, muffling and swallowing my obscenities as his hips kept up their thrusting pace.

I screamed across his exploring tongue as he ground his hips against me, touching my raw clit and sending me into a violent orgasm. I bucked and fought. His tongue slid back just in time as I bit his lip. A warm metallic taste touched my tongue and his hips went into overdrive. I'd drawn blood and sent him into frenzy. Phillip was a shark.

I turned my face from him, letting out shrieks until his hand covered my mouth and his tongue ran up my neck. My eyes fluttered and rolled. His hand slid a little and I opened my mouth to suck on his fingers, a hint of my taste still there.

The bed bucked and rocked and bounced as he drew near. I shook my head as I felt the orgasm build again. This one was too much. I dropped fingers from my lips and turned my head, cheek to his temple as he sucked on my neck. 

I wanted to say 'No', beg for mercy but the pleasure blocked every word from leaving. All I could do was let out little whines and whimpers with each connection of our hips and claw at the knot of the pillow case holding me. His wet fingers once again covered my mouth, predicting my release. I screamed out at the top of my lungs into his hand as I thrashed threw my climax. More tears came and he gripped the pillow so hard next to my ear that I could hear his knuckles popping.

"Do you want it?"

"Feed me." 

He yanked from my still quivering hole and snatched at condom. I was sure he just ripped through it in haste because there was still a ring of plastic left on his length when it came into my view. The first pearly stream arched into my mouth perfectly. The next four crisscrossed with most landing on my tongue but the rest decorated my lips and cheek. 

I closed my mouth and swallowed. He tasted like salted caramel so I knew that I was delirious. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as my body continued to tremble. 

He was panting above me, watching as I savored him. His voice came out gruff and dangerous. "The things I want to do to you drive me crazy. If I become insatiable, it's your own damn fault."

I felt him untie my wrists and heard him recover the pillow. He lifted my head and slid it under me. His thumb wiped the remaining seed from my cheek and I opened my eyes to see it offered to me. I sucked it into my mouth without question.

"Yup, all your fault...." He watched me suckle his thumb before easing it back and rolling me onto my side. "Go to sleep before I get hard again." My throat hurt too much to laugh so I just smirked and drifted off under his watching eyes.

I woke up to Mad George licking my nose. The fat cat purred and settled in front of my face on the pillow, ears flicking contently. I grumbled. My whole body held a sweet ache. I adjusted and felt a pressure on my lower back. Looking back, I saw Phillip still asleep on me with one of his arms across my thighs. His breath tickled across the top of my buns.

I slumped back against the pillow and grumbled, closing my eyes. If I could just sleep a little longer, everything would be amazing. George was having none of it and I was repeatedly head butted in the face by the furball.

"George... cut it out.... I'm serious...." I squirmed as I pushed him back.

Phillip breathed in sharply as he woke and sat up. His long arms reached over me and scooped up the cat that went into a full purring fit as he was snuggled into Inoue's chest. I heard a cat food can being opened and set on a paper plate for George to enjoy.

I drifted off a few more minutes before his arms slipped under me and I was lifted off the bed. There just wasn't enough energy to fuss so I just snuggled against him. He'd run a bath and I was extremely grateful. He stepped right in, easing us down into the water. I cuddled against him as we bathed.

"A quick soak my dear, we have to get out the road." He soaped up a wash cloth and began to rub it up and down my arms.

I let him move my body as needed. "Whatever you say, Fair Prince..."

He laughed and ran the cloth across my breasts. "We're leaving later than I wanted but it's absolutely worth it. Don't you agree?"

"Yeah, yeah..." I rolled my eyes but smirked. He turned my head for a few kisses and continued to wash us both.

"I promise to let you finish sleeping in the car." He started rinsing us now.

"Like you have a choice..." I traced my hand over his arm.

"Good point." He chuckled lifted us from the water. His strength was a constant surprise to me.

I let him dry me and massage lotion into my skin. He didn't try to make it overtly sexual, just nice roaming hands and gentle working to sore muscles. There were a few more kisses snuck in as he finished dressing us though.

He sat me in a chair as he took care of George and packed up everything. I drifted off watching him and woke up in the car as he buckled me in. He smiled and stroked my cheek.

"Aww, I wore out little Vinnie." He bopped my nose with the tip of his finger and I wondered what it took to make a man like that. "Rest now my sleeping beauty. "

I blinked at him a few times before the need for rest outweighed the shock of his existence. I drifted off and slept deeply. The car stopped a couple of times but I didn't care to open my eyes. He was probably pumping gas and it wasn't worth the effort.

"Vinnie, we're in your home town."

I opened my eyes to see we were on Main Street. I turned in the chair and squealed in shock. Phillip sat there, laughing at me. His cool and tough exterior was now replaced with a straight laced businessman on holiday look. He was in a button down and nice khakis. His hair was sculpted and he now wore black framed glasses.

It wasn't just that he was dressed different, he'd changed completely. His mannerisms, his voice, even his grin all seemed different from the man who'd slept beside me for the last few nights. I poked him to see if he was real and he fell over the steering wheel in giggles, not chuckles, giggles. I didn't know this man one bit.

"Vinisha, you're such a joker. I can't wait to see if you got it from your mother." He pulled me in for a forehead kiss and continued to drive toward my childhood home. I stared at him like the stranger he was.

I pointed out the unpaved road he had to turn down. "Its' like a mile in, so be patient."

"Well that's just wonderful for us, Sweetheart." He reached over to tap my knee.

I rode the rest of the way in silence, listening to him comment on the beautiful land and trees and how great it must have been to grow up owning all of that land. I didn't comment on it. The huge blue house in the distance began to grow as he kept driving down the road. 

When we made it there, I was shocked to see my mother on the porch in her best summer dress. She grinned and waved. Phillip matched her grin as he pulled into the paved circle drive in front of the house.

He turned off the car, opened the door, and stood up. "Good Evening Ms. McGee." He walked around to open my car door and help me out since nothing made sense anymore.

"Now Phillip, I've told you enough times to call me Mama! We'll be family soon!" She rushed over and hugged him tight. "Oh Vinnie! Thank you! I just love my new son! You should have sent me his number sooner. Let me see the ring!"

I lifted my left hand, shocked to see a rose gold ring with a big pink princess cut diamond in the middle. Phillip grabbed my wrist. "Get closer Sweetie so... Mama can see."

My mother's face broke into a big grin and she kissed his cheek before examining my hand. "Oh Phillip... that's so beautiful! You know Vinnie so well! It suits her perfectly. Now ya'll come in here, I've spent all day cooking up a storm. I even cooked for Mad George."

"Aww now Mama, you're doing too much already." Phillip called after her as she headed back up the stairs and into through the front door. "We'll grab him and the bags and head right in."

He turned and wrapped his arm around my waist, guiding me back to the car. "Now Vinnie, be a good girl for me. I may have broken the butterfly but the egg is still fully functional and there are plenty of places here to punish you properly."

Well then, maybe I'd met the true Inoue after all.



The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 04



Hello everyone. Here's another update. Hopefully it's good. I hope to update the other stories within about a week of this one. Thanks for the feedback!

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I sat at the table in a daze of confusion as my mother and new fiancé chatted happily like old friends. The new Phillip was right next to me but he could have been miles away. He was so completely changed.

Mad George ate contently in the corner and I looked down at my own plate. I hadn't eaten much; everything was confusing to the point that even the food tasted different. I felt a gentle nudge to my shoulder.

"Everything alright, Sweetheart?" Phillip raised an eyebrow at me.

"I think I'm just tired from the road." I smiled soothingly. 

"Want more wine?" He started pouring my glass before I answered.

"Sure..." I stared at the glass and nodded before picking it up and sipping.

My mother grinned at me. "Isn't he thoughtful?"

"Absolutely..." I put my head on his shoulder to play along and she cooed.

"That's just precious." Her eyes glittered with excitement before she took a breath. "Nisha... I'm just so happy you decided to do it here. You don't know how happy it makes me."

I must have looked like a deer in the headlights because Phillip immediately spoke up. "She wouldn't have it anywhere else. Twisted my arm, didn't you Sweetheart?"

"Y-yeah, practically twisted it right off..." I was still lost but his hand on my thigh was enough of a warning not to make a scene about it.

"But... don't you both think it's a little soon? I mean is there something you need to tell me first? Maybe a little one on the way? I'm not trying to pass judgment or anything. I just want to know what's behind the rush..." My mother pried in her polite southern way.

I blinked. Fucking Phillip, we were getting married here on my family's land and I just found out. His hand slid up and stretched across my stomach possessively, the fingers spreading. I felt the urge to stab that hand. "I assure you Mama, love is our only driver. But don't worry, Vinisha and I plan on giving you a lot of grandchildren in wedlock."

My mother grinned happily. "Good. Good for both things. I'm just so happy that you two are here with me. I can't wait to show you all the things that Nisha got to see growing up. Ooo! Once we've finished dinner, I'll show you the album!"

"The album?" Phillip raised his eyebrow, sounding genuinely intrigued.

"It's the family history album." I whispered into my glass of wine before taking another long sip. His hand was still on my stomach, draining my freedom and filling me with a fearful anticipation of all the things I still didn't know about my life at this moment and in the future.

My mother wrapped up my plate and ushered us into the parlor before rushing to the library. I brought my wine with me and sat on the edge of the loveseat. Inoue sat comfortably in the middle, stretching his limbs before wrapping an arm around me.

"Come here Vinnie. Be good." His voice coaxed at me.

I didn't move immediately, instead side-eyeing him as I finished my glass with a gulp. With exaggerated distrust and hesitation, I turned into him. He grinned and kissed my temple and I rolled my eyes.

"Point taken now straighten up, or else..."

I sat up and plastered on a smile just in time as my mother rushed back in with a big book the size of most family bibles. She grinned and sat on the other side of Phillip. Nestling the book in his lap, she cracked open the first page to a handsome but modest black couple in a picture. It was their wedding picture. The woman wore a plain white dress and held onto the man's arm. He was in a simple shirt and pants. Both of them had solemn faces but the picture still had an air of love and fun.

"Now see these are my great-grandparents, Bethulah and Joel Cochrane. They were sharecroppers who saved up and came west. They had to leave everything behind." She turned the page to show a far off picture of a small farm. "This is their land. We still own it but we rent it to other people."

She turned to the page to a family portrait of the Cochranes with 4 girls. Their ages ranged from late teens to about 6. "These beautiful ladies are their daughters. Joyce, Liza, Neesia, and the youngest is Odette. Odette is my grandmother. Now let's see. Joyce moved to St. Louis and married a jazz musician. Liza became a school teacher and they say she died a spinster but she was a lesbian. Neesia married another farmer and moved down South until she left her first husband for a Mexican. And at last we have Odette." 

As she spoke she turned the pages showing pictures of the women as they grew up and went off into the world. There were even pictures of Liza's lovers in there. I could retell the stories from heart now but Phillip sat in childlike wonder as he poured over my family history. I cuddled into his shoulder as my mother turned the page to a blown up picture of my grandmother. Dark and grinning at the camera with big eyes like black diamonds. Her hair was tucked behind one ear and every inch of her face screamed mischief afoot.

"She married a soldier and had my mother, Gloria. Then he died in WWII, leaving her a single mother. By that time, my grandparents were doing well enough to support the two but she caught the eye of this man," She turned the page to another blown up picture of a white man. His hair was dark in the sepia photo but his light eyes were nearly a transparent taupe with the lack of color. He had an easy going smile and a soft sort of handsome bordering on pretty.

"This is Victor Van Bart. He bought this land, built this house and all the other buildings on it for Odette. He came from this old money family, the Van Barts. There's still some in this area but not in this town. Him marrying a colored girl didn't go over too well with the family. Anyway, together they had a son, Maxwell."

My mother turned the page again to a picture of a young boy who was the splitting image of his father. "As you can see, he could pass. So when Victor died a decade years later from pneumonia, they came wringing their hands and weeping, wanting Max. Odette reluctantly let him go and he was sent to Europe to be with the other Van Barts and even attended Cambridge, all under the guise of being a white man. And these..." She finally turned to the start of the big section of the book. "are his letters. He wrote every week or biweekly and always sent cards and gifts like chocolates or bows. Stuff like that. Here's one little post card from a Roman holiday: Dear Mama, all the statues are naked. You would laugh so hard because all the Johnsons are so tiny. Love you dearly, Max" 

Phillip and Mama cracked up a storm over that one. I loved Great Uncle Max's letters. I'd pour over them as a child and read them again and again imagining myself with him on his trips. My mother flipped through the pasted and saved letters and cards until she found the one she was looking for. "Ah, here's the most important one: Dear Mama, I've found a girl I love. She is like me but cannot hide it. The grandparents are not thrilled but on threat of exposure have given me permission to marry her. I'm bringing her to Texas for you. Love you Dearly, Max."

On the next page was a big portrait of two dark skinned women hugging tightly to what looked like a white man and a darker woman with pinned up curls. "There's Odette; Gloria, my mother; Maxwell, all grown up; and that woman is Evie, Max's wife." She began flipping the pages, passing through more photos. "And after that, every year at Christmas and sometimes more often, Max and Evie and their children and their children's children come back to Texas. Tomorrow I'll tell you about my Mama."

I watched my mother close the book in gleeful joy that was shared by my now future husband. He grinned happily at her. "I didn't know how rich your history was." 

"Oh yes. It all started with Easter, one Liza's lover's suggestion to gather the family documents and we've just been collecting them every since. Now ya'll must be tired so I'm putting you both to bed. Come on, we'll take the tunnel to the guest house."

"Tunnel?" Phillip rose, pulling me with him. He grabbed our bags and I grabbed Mad George who had settled himself near our feet.

"Yes, one connects the main house and the guest house. You see, this land is one of the few places in Texas perfect for basements and the like and just in case of a tornado, why not? Plus it's much lovelier to travel underground at night when mosquitoes could be buzzing around. Come on."

I let him soak in the art deco interior as my mother guided us to the basement parlor. He was reveling but I was in realization of how much I missed my home and my mother. I visited often but after taking a man's life, there was nothing more that I wanted than these familiar spaces.

"I know it seems vast now but when everyone comes home, there's barely enough room." My mother laughed as we walked across what was intended to be a gentleman's den. "We've updated but made an effort to preserve the original work out of love and respect for Victor."

We finally reached a carved oak door with a glass doorknob. It looked and locked like a front door. My mother opened the door to the tunnel with its tiled roof, painted walls and glitzy chandeliers with their new LED bulbs. I heard Philip gasp but I wasn't sure if it was part of the act or if he was actually impressed.

On the far end of the tunnel was another door with a sign that read "Guest Suite" in gilded letters. My mother led the charge down the tunnel. It was about 60 feet long but took only a few moments to cross. Mama unlocked the front door and handed us the key chain with the mother of pearl and steel key fob.

"Well, this is it." She sang out as she turned on the light and walked through the small sitting room. The main house dwarfed the guest house but it was still lovely.

Up the stairs, the rest of the house was only one story. One large main bedroom, one smaller bedroom, a small kitchenette with a kettle on one burner and a bistro set. 

"I had the linens changed and we have satellite out here with every channel imaginable. We even have NHK." She winked at Inoue who smiled in return. I was lost but just followed along as she walked into the main bedroom. The California King sat invitingly in the middle of the room with the goldenrod sheets turned down. I remembered fondly sitting in the middle of it with my cousins, laughing and telling ghost stories.

"And see here, a big comfy bed for George." She kicked at an oversized cat bed and I smiled, placing my little fat cat down. He didn't even have to adjust, just sank into comfort with a purr. 

"Mama... It's all so beautiful." Phillip turned around in awe and I left his hold to go and hug my mother.

"I missed you so much." I breathed her in and melted in her embrace.

"I missed you to Nisha Pisha." She kissed my temple and stroked my hair. We rocked a little and she whispered into my ear. "Thank you for such a wonderful son."

It broke my heart. I couldn't tell her the truth. She could never know that I was a murderer and so was he and that was why we were there together. The sniffling came before I could stop in and then a hiccup but before she could ask if I was alright, I was scooped up and away.

Phillip laughed playfully as he spun with me, kissing my temple as a way to cover his whisper. "Hold it together for a few more seconds."

But it was too late, the tears were streaming. My mother, however, was almost out the door. "Goodnight you two, I'll make us a big breakfast in the morning!"

"Goodnight Mama!" Phillip called over his shoulder happily.

"Night Mommy..." I was able to eek it out without my voice cracking.

A few minutes after the door closed I broke into full sobs against his chest. I gripped his shirt and bawled for what felt like ages. Every time I thought I was done, they broke out again, shaking my body.

He sat on the bed and held me, stroking my hair and running his thumbs across my wet cheeks. "You don't lie to your mother, do you?"

I shook my head. It all felt dirty. I wanted to stop it all, run to my mother and hug her waist as I told every bit of the truth. It was like I was tainting the house just by being there, with him under such false pretenses.

He eased me back on the bed and ran his hands up and across my forehead, smoothing my hair back as and leaving the flyaways fanned out on the bed. I sniffled as he ran each of his fingers down the slope of my nose, one after the other. My sobs faded into little whimpers as his middle fingers ran across my temples before curving back in over my cheekbones. By the time his thumbs traced over my lips, starting at the Cupid's bow and moving out, I'd stopped crying. His empty face and the gentle touching was hypnotic and I stared at him up at the ceiling as he ran his finger tips down from the tip of my chin and across my throat.

"Vinisha..." His voice swirled through my head and sunk into the bog of my dazed state. "I have to do this to protect you... Both of you... I'll take care of you... I'll fix this..." 

His fingers smoothed out over my shoulders and his tongue dipped into the impression at the base of my throat and he licked up and over my chin until our mouths met in a hungry kiss. I gasped into his mouth at the sudden rush of pleasure and the flood between my thighs. He spread my thighs and settled himself between my legs, grinding into my soaking mound. His lips never left mine.

I struggled, my sensitive core leaking through the fabric to soak the crotch of his khakis. My walls churned, empty and hungry as my sensitive clit took the brunt of his friction until my whole body caved against it all. I came with a muffled wail before he rolled us to the side and pulled me closer to him.

He kissed and nipped at my lips, cheeks and neck as he stripped me. I shivered against him, bare ass on fine sheets against his manly heat. He was still dressed and I felt the urge to complain until two of his fingers plunged into me. The shock made me cry out and grip his forearm as the tips dragged and tickled purposefully at the walls. 

"Vinnie... sweet little Vinnie, focus on me baby. Look at me." My eyes finally settled on him as I continued to grip his muscular forearm, not sure whether I wanted to yank it away or hold it tighter to me. A strike against my ridges made me see him for what felt like the first time. This gorgeous man was smiling softly at me. He was holding back, easing me further into something like a skittish animal. Where was I going? Was it a trap?

His freehand gripped my chin and his fingers dug into that rough patch in my walls and I gushed across his hand. He smiled big like I'd just complimented him, maybe I had. Phillip leaned forward, pecking my lips as I panted before sliding his tongue between them and taking a slow passionate kiss from me. 

He began to pump his fingers faster, pulling back to look into my eyes. There was no set emotion in them. It was almost as if he dropped a shining shield in front of them and I was medusa, shocked by my own reflection within them. I slammed my hips and came with a scream, turning my face from him.

He buried his face in my neck as soon as it opened, teeth sinking into the soft flesh. I whimpered as my body trembled in a merciless high. My nails dug into his forearm and I shoved his hand back, curling up on my side.

I trembled and hugged my knees tightly, protecting myself from him. Phillip hovered over me. I could hear him sucking his fingers.

"Pretty Vinnie... Luscious Vinnie..."

I ignored him, eyes shut tight. If I could only keep him out of my head for a few more moments I could free myself of him completely. He peppered kisses across the base of my spine, severing my freedom.

"Stop!"

He froze. I could still feel his breath above my skin but he didn't continue. I turned carefully, covering my breasts. Looking down, I saw his thick brown hair before those dark eyes slowly scanned up my body. There was still softness to his gaze. The kiddie gloves were still on.

This didn't help me. Fighting him didn't help me. I could make myself hate him, I could curse his name, but he was still the only person who knew the truth about me. What I'd done had separated me from the world on a desert island of sorrow and this bastard was the only one with a boat.

I let out a low sigh and uncovered my breasts as my hands reached to cup his head. "There were things you should have told me."

"There were things I should have told you." He parroted but leaned in to kiss my stomach. "And I apologize for springing them on you."

"Is there more I need to know?" I began to scratch his scalp in soft circles.

He groaned and wrapped his arm around me. "It's in two weeks."

I let out an exasperated groan. "You know, some girls get to plan for a year, get their dressed handmade, relax and try out cake flavors."

"You're not some girls. You're my Vinnie. " He eased his way up until we were face to face and tugged me closer to him. "You ran into an apartment and stopped a man from ending my life. Unfortunately, to properly pay you back I need to take control of yours for a little bit. Not too long though."

"Is that what this is? Repayment?"

He laughed, hard. "You know that's not the case. Don't pick fights with me." He put his forehead to mine. "I promise, I'll make up for all of this."

I didn't say anything but my body began to relax in his hold once more. He kissed me and I moaned into his mouth without any added fuss or struggle. I even slid his hands down my back and groaned when he grabbed a handful of my cheeks.

I fumbled at his button down and pants. He stopped kneading my flesh long enough to strip himself before pulling me back to him. "Come here my beauty."

We cuddled and kissed until he rolled me onto my back. I flushed and watched him position himself between my thighs before for accepting him within me with a cry. My walls leaked their rejoicing down his length, finally having something to grip around again.

I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him deeply as he began to pump. My arms encircled him as well and my nails dug into his the skin of his shoulders as he stroked against my tortured walls. I'd had too much of this man and we'd barely been together a week. Still, the pleasure erupted from me as eager as ever for more of his ministrations.

With the last of my sanity floating around the edges of my mind, I nipped at him for attention with his focused strokes. "Condom?"

"Might as well go for broke..." He grinned at me, not a pause in his pace.

"Might as well go for broke..." I parroted just as my orgasm built and rushed over. "ASSHOLE!"

He laughed and pumped through my climax and a few more swears before pulling back and out of me. I could barely keep my eyes open. He had worked me so thoroughly the whole trip.

"Come on Vinisha. One more big O and I'll let you rest all day tomorrow." 

I groaned as he moved me. He sat on the edge of the bed and had me straddle him. I hugged his neck and focused my reserves on riding him like the crazy stallion he was. "And tomorrow night?" My voice was hoarse and breathless from my eager bouncing hips.

His hands went from gripping my hips to gripping the sheets then back to my hips. He growled and groaned, trying to get his thought processes going while being ridden by a woman possessed with need to see him drained. "Fuck! What? What about-oh goddamit girl! What about tomorrow night?"

"A rest! Give me a rest? Or should I wake you up like this as well?" I started adding grinds in between my slams. His head was knocking right into sweet spots so I wouldn't be able to keep it up long but I could talk a big game while I could.

"Ugh..." His head fell back against my forearm with the groan and I knew he was getting close. "Damn girl don't tempt me..."




The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 04



"Phillip!"

"Yes! Fine! Yes!"

His fingers sunk into my cheeks and I gripped his hair, leaning forward to bite his neck as he had done to me. The feeling of his seed spurting inside of me, painting my walls was too much. I came hard one last time before collapsing onto him with an exhausted howl. Everything went dark around me. Not suddenly but in a fading dim like dying candlelight.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of my mother's laughter. The bed was empty and there was a cup and saucer on the night stand, still warm. I downed it as I listened to the muffled sounds of Phillip and Mama talking in the kitchen. I was the last one up, even Mad George was gone from his bed.

I made a move to go to shower but my body didn't want to work. I'd pushed it enough. I snuggled back underneath the covers and smelled his scent still on the pillow beside mine. Today I'd rest. I deserved it after such a journey.



The Mysterious Mr. Inoue Ch. 05



'I was gon for a minute, now I'm back with the jumpoff'

Lol, but no seriously... I had a lot of stuff going on and I needed a break. Now that I'm done with unclogging my brain, here are these late updates. This and the other two stories will stay on the site and be finished up(don't worry, we're not even halfway through... on any of them... *sigh*) but I'll be releasing new/longer stories in ebook format per request of a number of wonderful readers. Look for the first in time for Valentine's Day.

I hope you all had a wonderful Holiday Season no matter what you celebrate or if you celebrate at all.

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I spent the whole day lazing around in the guest house's master suite. Eventually I made it to the bathroom where I soaked in the over-sized claw foot tub, only my eyes and nose above the water. There were jets in the side but I didn't turn them on, just floated in the stillness. Occasionally I'd swish my arms under the surface to hear the rushing of the water.

The door opened slowly and I watched Phillip come in balancing a tray. "You've got to eat...."

I popped my head up, feeling the water run down my neck and as I raised higher, down my breasts. He stared at me, frozen in the moment, tray in hand. I don't know why, but I smiled at him. It was probably the fact that I'd never been appreciated like that. No one stopped what they were doing just to watch water drip off of me.

"What did you cook me Phillip?" I put my chin on the edge of the tub, pretending in my head that I was a coquette temptress.

He snapped out of it as if it never happened and walked towards me. "Scrambled eggs, slightly runny, buttered toast, and earl grey with Saigon cinnamon. Your mother said it was your favorite breakfast."

I winced at the mention of my mother. There was no getting over the fact that I was lying to her. As if he could read my thoughts, Phillip interrupted them with a clicking tongue.

"It's best not to dwell, now where do I put this tray?"

I motioned to a stool in the corner of the wall. "What?" He pulled it from the corner and sighed, setting down the tray. "How does that even make sense? What is it even for? Rich people... my god...."

"I'm not rich." I corrected him as I relaxed back against the tub again.

He motioned around the expansive bathroom and then more vigorously to the stool. "Really?"

"I mean it. It's all in trusts. My cousins, yeah, they're Van Barts --well technically- but I'm not. I mean Victor left money for Granny Glo, don't get me wrong, but it's not Van Bart money. There are trusts to keep up the house, trusts to pay taxes, trusts for living expenses, but I'm not an heiress or a socialite. I work."

"In a museum, cataloging things." He teased and held out a forkful of egg for me.

I rolled my eyes but ate. "And? It's still a job." I readjusted to eat as he fed me toast. "I've been a good girl, tell me something."

"What do you want to know?" He smirked, wiping my lips gently with a napkin between bites.

"What's your real name?"

"You haven't earned that yet. Ask something else." He continued to feed me, even when I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Fine...." I thought as I ate another bite. "Where are you from?"

"California."

"Parents too?"

"All the way back to the internment camps." 

I wrinkled my nose and stopped his hand from picking up more toast so I could hold it to me. "I'm sorry that happened to you."

"I didn't see your ass driving a truck, or holding a clipboard to sign in my family in any of the pictures, so why are you apologizing?" He raised an eyebrow at me. 

"Because it still sucks." I licked a smear of butter and a few crumbs off his thumb before sucking the tip, eyes locked with his.

His expression softened and he sighed. "Cut it out, your food's getting cold."

I pulled his hand to press against my cheek and spoke around his thumb. "Feels warm to me."

"Stop it." He pulled his hand from me and covered my mouth before I could answer. "A whole day and night, isn't that what you asked me for? You can play hot and cold but we've set the rules between us as honesty first, correct?"

I was tempted to bite his hand for being such an ass about it but I just nodded.

"Then I'm keeping my word." He uncovered my mouth and handed me my mug. "Drink your tea."

"Did I offend you or something?" I sunk down beneath the water, hiding my breasts once more and drinking deeply.

He sighed. "No."

"Just no?" I watched him over the rim of the mug.

"Vinisha.... What do you want from me baby? You wanted a break; I'm giving you a break. I don't know whether I want to climb into that water and hold you or snatch you out, bend you over the sink and devour those holes until your legs give. I may be a killer and an asshole, but let me be the good guy for today... since we're on a break."

I stared at him before slowly handing him the empty mug. "OK."

"Just OK?" He placed the empty mug on the mostly finished plate.

"I'll do my best."

He looked surprised by that response; the truth was that I was too. Phillip made everything foggy and I never seemed to know where I stood with him. I gave him a small smile before sinking back into the water until I returned to just my nose above the surface. He sighed and came back, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I flushed and looked up to watch him leave and shut the door.

I soaked until the water turned cold and shivered as I pulled myself up and out of the draining tub. The towel warmer was another thing I missed about the house. The heated fabric dried my body and comforted me. 

Wandering back into the bedroom, I could see that he'd left. I was tempted to follow him back to the main house but I wasn't ready to face another Mama and Phillip bonding session. I put on some boots and jeans and looked for a hoodie. He didn't buy me one but I unzipped his bag and dug through khakis and button downs until I found a plain back one at the very bottom.

It must have swallowed him because it fit me well but I guessed that was inevitable with his long frame. I pulled up the sleeves and pulled down the hood before heading out the bedroom and through the hallway. There was a backdoor just past the bedroom that led to a small wooden porch. A hammock tied to two of its beams swung ever so slightly in the breeze of twilight.

I walked down the two stairs, listening to the sounds of my footsteps on the wood before they became the gentle crush of grass. The land of my family stretched out before me. Not too far off was a path between the trees that went to the lake and boathouse.

The path was covered with crunching gravel. Whoever my mother was using to maintain the grounds really took pride in their job. There wasn't a blade of grass growing between rocks. It was the same gravel that decorated the shore.

As I walked closer, I could see the overturned paddle boats, kayaks, and canoes, waiting in silence for the next wave of grandkids and great grandkids of Odette to float across the waters bought for her by Victor.

I shoved my hands into pockets of his hoodie and walked across the shore to the pier, walking down to the dock and boathouse. My mother was never one for boating but my great uncle loved it and made us all do the same. I came up to the door of the boathouse. It was painted a stark white to the soft seafoam green of the rest of the structure, only the window frames matched it. There was a small keypad beside the knob and I put in Odette and Victor's wedding date and listened to the door unlock.

There was a small kitchenette, freezer and fridge inside. It was perfect for cleaning and storing fish after some time on the water. There was also a nice leather bench beside the boat. I stretched out on it and looked up at the ceiling and the hanging lights. The soft sounds of the water lapping in the hull softened the silence of the room.

I let my mind wander as I laid there. I was getting married in two weeks to an amazing man whose real name I still didn't know but my mother was overjoyed. The Russian mafia could have found out already that I was involved. I mean, it was suspicious enough. They had to be coming here if he was that big of a priority. I'd endangered my mother and any member of my family who came for this sham wedding.

Groaning, I covered my eyes and sighed. I heard the faint beeping of the keypad and wondered why my mother was showing him the boathouse already. Instead I only heard his long whistle. "Not rich... right...."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Mama gave you the code?"

"Nope, I just pay attention." I could hear him coming closer to me.

"You tracked me?" I pulled one hand from my face to look at him.

"From the second you left the bathroom." He stood over me.

"I thought you were hanging with Mama." I raised an eyebrow at him

"She had bridge." He chuckled as if that thought was hilarious. I bit my lip but his laughter was so infectious I burst into giggles.

"It's not that uncommon...." I shivered as his hand ran across the bottom of the hoodie.

"No sex right?" He kneeled next to me as he pulled up the hem. I gasped as his tongue ran across the bared skin.

"Until tomorrow..." My voice sounded disappointed even to me.

"There's other things we can do..." His tongue dipped into my navel and I writhed.

It amazed me how little things mattered when he touched me. He put me in a haze that distracted me beyond thinking and reason. He unbuttoned my jeans and growled against my skin as their tightness kept his hand from slipping in.

He gripped the waistband and yanked them down. I flustered at the wet spot on my panties. He used his thumb to press the fabric between my lips and grinned as I groaned. I trembled as he began to work my clit in slow circles.

"I like you in this." He reached up to massage my breast through his hoodie. "I like you in my things."

"You like your thing in me." I corrected until he shamelessly added his index finger to trap my clit in a tight pinch causing me to howl.

"I'm being sincere." He watched my hips bounce and caught my hands when I tried to ease his away

"Ok!" I collapsed as he released me, creaming against the fabric.

He sucked his fingers with a serene look on his face. It drove me crazy how satisfied he could be with himself. I remembered how I rode him last night and gripped his hair, sitting up.

He grunted and his hand wrapped around my wrist but not tight. I pulled his head back. He watched as I leaned in and devoured his mouth in a kiss. My taste was all over his tongue.

I squealed into the kiss as he yanked me off the bench and onto him. He fumbled with completely removing my jeans and shoes but soon my bare legs were wrapped around him. I groaned as he adjusted me until the fly of his khakis pressed between my lips. Only the fabric kept it from directly caressing my folds.

His hands gripped my ass and he growled into the kiss as he began to work his hips up and against me. I broke from his lips and yanked his head to the side so I could muffle my moans in bites and sucks to his gorgeous neck. That iced cinnamon tasted so good and felt so wonderful with every bite.

"Dammit Vinnie..." He groaned as he continued to grind me to utter bliss. "Don't ever think I'm letting you go."

I muffled my squeal into him as I came in his lap. He gripped me tightly to him and kept hips working. I pulled back to pant and whine, licking the bruised flesh and nibbling his earlobe. "Promise me. Protect me."

He flipped us so quick it knocked the air out of me. His tongue flicked across my cheek as he worked my clit with ruthless precision. Phillip covered my face in kisses as I neared another orgasm. "You're mine. No one will harm what's mine. Look at me in the eyes Vinisha, I want to watch you when you peak."

I locked eyes with him and let the pleasure reign over me. My mouth fell open in a howl as I came again, shaking as I stained his pants. I trembled and sunk my nails into him as the feel of his release throbbing and twitching against kept me high.

He caught his breath and tsked as he looked down at where we connected. "What a mess Sweetheart... I should get us cleaned up."

I groaned in daze as he scooped me up as he stood. "Your fault."

"I'll take that." He chuckled and kissed my temple.

A soft smile fluttered across my lips as I snuggled my head on his shoulder. It was amazing to feel his warmth on one side and the chilled night air on the other. I drifted off against him.

The next time I stirred, we were back in the bedroom. He was naked and completely undressing me. I sat up a little bit to see the gooey mess of seed still on his length. 

"Like what you see?" He teased as he pulled me into his arms once more.

"Your naked smeared junk? Actually yeah.... Is that weird?"

He stole a few kisses as he carried me into the bathroom and started the steam shower in the corner of the room. "Yes, but I like it."

I made a fussing motion to my hair and felt the shower cap being snapped over the wild curls. He earned extra points for not laughing as he did so. His lips pecked the bridge of my nose before we entered the shower.

I licked at hickies on his neck as the eucalyptus steam enveloped us. He sat on the ceramic bench and relaxed back. I moaned as he kneaded my flesh.

"You're a- were a- hitman. I'm sure you've had to go to much swankier places than this. Why do you tease me about my family home?" Half of my words were muffled into his skin but he seemed to get the picture.

"I like teasing you and it seems to be a sensitive spot. No harm in a little tease, right?" He pulled me just right so his hip ground into my clit.

I gasped and clung to him, too over stimulated to take much more. "Ugh... you suck."

He laughed and stroked his hand across my cheeks. "There's so much innuendo there..."

Chuckles were muffled into his shoulder and I kissed his cheek. "Maybe I..."

His eyebrow raised at my trailing off. "Maybe what?"

"Nothing... I just..." I groaned as the words tumbled about just behind my tongue, refusing to come forth.

"Speak woman." He growled playfully but only frustrated me further.

"I'm scared.... But I'm excited." I half whispered and slumped against him in defeat.

"How so? Explain it to me." He kissed an earlobe just out of the dry safety of the cap. His nose connected with the plastic with a swishy crunchy sound.

"I'm scared because... what if they're coming, what if they're already here? What danger have I put everyone in?"

"By saving me..."

I scoffed. "Besides the goddamn point Phillip."

He sighed. "And why are you excited?"

"Because maybe..."

"Maybe...?"

"Maybe I want to marry you and I'm happy this happened no matter who died.... And then I feel selfish and guilty but then I'm all 'fuck it, don't I deserve to be happy?' What kind of person am I? I literally murdered a man to be under you."

He shook his head and cupped my chin. "You have a ton of misconceptions about what's going on here. First and foremost, you didn't kill a man to be mine. You were always mine; it was just a matter of unfortunate circumstances to put you into the position to realize it."

I looked incredulous. "Unfortunate cir-"

His hand covered my mouth and he sighed. "Secondly, it's good to be excited that we're marrying. It's sticking, you should know. I'll give you whatever wedding you want on our 5 year anniversary but when we marry, that's it, you and me till death do us part."

I studied him and glared softly as I pulled down his hand. "How when I don't know your real name?"

"I guess you better be an extra good girl and earn it faster."

He pecked me and I growled. "Man... Fuck you." I hugged tighter to him.

"You do it so well." He kissed my temple.

I rolled my eyes and listened to his breathing as the steam dripped down my body and onto his. The thought of Phillip Inoue in his sixties, fussing about rich people and their bathroom stools made me laugh out loud. He looked at me, expecting to be let in on the joke but I just smirked and kissed his cheek. I wasn't helping myself learn his name but there was something I could hold within me, away from him and it felt glorious.