Recognized Pt. 3

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(Surprises)

Heat pulsed through your body as you forced your legs to move towards a polished marble table.

You palm the edge, but freeze when you feel a hand fumbling with the hem of your dress.  Kou tosses it over your lower half and squeezes your bare ass.

“I’m afraid you’re a little too dressed.”

Kou’s lips graze your jaw as he roughly bunches up your dress up around your chest haphazardly.  
Your bra’s off-kilter and now cutting into your shoulder.  But you don’t care.  All you’re focused on is one hand grazing up your right thigh.  He’s a fucking tease.

You feel him stop for a split second.  You feel every one of his fingers grip into your flesh just below where you need him.  Your whole body feels electric.  Suddenly, a smack lands on your ass.  You let out a quick shriek and hear him grunt behind you.  

He’s such. A. Fucking. Tease.

“You’ll address me only when I tell you to, understand?”

He takes off his tie that was hanging loosely down his chest.  Then, he reaches to grab your hands and tie them together to sit just above your ass.  The man has a good handle on knots, as you’re left helpless.

“Do you understand, slut?”  

His lilting tone when he called you “princess” was gone.  You nod slightly.

“Oh, that’s not good enough …”  He bites just above your right collarbone.

“You asked for me to not hold back … So that means you play by my rules.  So, I’ll ask one more time.  Do you understand?”

The arm around your waist makes its way to your breasts … his palms enveloping one entirely and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“Yes Kou.  I understand.”  Your voice is a lot less clear than you thought … coming out as more of a whimper.  You feel him smile against your neck.

“Good.”

That’s when you hear a snap, your bra making its way to the floor.  Then a zipper, your pesky dress shucked off for a split second before you’re face down on the table … Your nipples graze the surface as Kou tugs your hips back once – yanking your panties down.  Twice – pulling his slacks down to free his cock from his boxers.

And a third time, his thickness against your folds has you keening for him before he’s even inside you.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you feel him stretch you all at once. His thighs press hard against your ass as he freezes, taking in just how tight you are.

You fought back the need to move your hips; but when Kou pulled out of you almost completely … Your desperation became all the more apparent.

“Please, Daddy.”  The namesake flew out without a thought.

Suddenly, his dick is thrust back inside you harder than before …the slapping noises of skin on skin echoing off the tall ceilings.  Sound can barely escape your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you.  Then he thrusts again, his hand digging into your hair.  And again, he pulls, yanking your head off the table.

You can hear him fight back a moan from deep within his chest, and you find yourself straining your arms against his silk tie.   Kou has finally lost control, and by how heated your whole body had become… you were more than happy to feel his cock inside you, hear his deep baritone in your ear and god, did you want to touch him.

“The slut’s so good for Daddy … Fuck, she’s dripping for him.”

One of his hands that were both locked around your waist drops to play with your clit, making you even more needy.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy.  I can’t wait.”

“Not until I say so.  Is the slut going to ask nicely?”

“Please …”

“Good girl.”  But instead of continuing his ministrations, his right hand grasps your tied wrists and lifts you off the table in one go.  You can feel your juices run down your thighs as you stand.

Soon, you’re flipped over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom.  He makes you feel like you weigh nothing.  He tosses you on the bed and you spread your legs, hoping he’ll get right to fucking you again.  And thankfully, with how hard he is, he can’t wait either.

He climbs over your form, outstanding amounts of muscles hovering over you.  You can see his chest heaving as he leans down to kiss you.  But with your hands still tied, you still couldn’t touch.  You arch your chest into the kiss, trying again to free yourself.  He laughs quietly, untying you.

Your hands immediately try to pull him closer to you, your fingers ghosting down his chest.  He lets you stroke his cock, still hard and throbbing with his lust to be inside you again.  He groans, pinning your wrists to the bed himself.

“I want to see your face when you come for Daddy…”

He tosses a leg over his shoulder, realigns himself and slams inside you.  You let out a soft scream, your mouth open but no sound coming out.  You’re so so close.  And with his cock grazing your most sensitive spot, you’re chasing your release with reckless abandon.

He seems to pick up on your desperation, picking up the speed.  Your moans and gasps turning into repeated shrieks of his name, pressure reaching its peak.

Relief hits you as Kou angles his hips upwards with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Fuck yes, cum for Daddy, princess.”

You feel yourself tighten around him, your body awash in starlight and overwhelmed by the musky scent of him and you together.  

You had no idea he’d finished, but when he slowly falls against you.

You felt a rush of pride as soreness in your hips set in.  His salt and pepper hair tickles your breasts as he comes down from his high.

“Well, tonight ended a little differently than I thought.” You say after a minute of catching your breath.

You can feel him smile against your skin, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes.

“Ended pretty well, I’d say.”

“Well, of course.”  You giggle and look at the clock on the side table, “Holy shit it’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get some rest, babe.”  His arms wrap around your waist as he lays next to you.

“I’m even better in the morning.”

You find yourself waking up with a start as your phone vibrates.  You read and reply to your friends, wanting to know “each and every detail of his penis” as you get up to use the bathroom.  Then, you see his wallet on the marble table.

Curious, you open it.  The black card he tossed at the front desk assistant apparently wasn’t Kou’s only account.  Four other bank cards with “Platinum” “Star” and “Executive” stamped on them stuck out of the wallet’s pockets.  You let out a small gasp when you pull out a thinner gold card.

It reads “Bokuto Koutaro: Chief Executive Officer of Pointe Entertainments” with four different numbers and even the company email.

Turns out he was the kinky CEO he was on stage. 😉

I don’t think I ever reblogged the conclusion for this!