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Lost Weekend	By : SuKiss Category: +G to L > Hana Yori Dango Views: 12444 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-part one
- 2-part two
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Part Two

Tsukushi jerked as her door suddenly flung open.

“Makino-san, we have the new figures that Tokio Enterprises sent us,” called her personal assistant, sprinting to her desk, papers in hand.

“Alright, let’s take a look,” Tsukushi said pleasantly, hiding her trembling hands beneath her desk.

After having gone over the figures in detail, Tsukushi called a meeting with her funds group. The meeting went quickly and smoothly, a much different picture from the chaos of last Friday.

Having delegated the project to her satisfaction, she dismissed her team for the night. She was only steps behind them, as she only felt it necessary to linger long enough to arrange some stray items.

Closing the door to her condo, she tossed her bag and keys onto her coffee table and sprawled out on her sofa with a deep sigh. Suddenly, the images she had been keeping at bay all day came flooding into her mind, a movie of surreal images and sensations.

The rest of the weekend had been as decadent as the first night. He had kept her naked the entire weekend, not allowing even the smallest article of clothing. In any other circumstance her utter nudity would have bothered her but with him it was an aphrodisiac, illustrating his complete subjugation of her.

He hadn’t been able to keep her out of sight, touching her constantly, which led to them having sex on any available surface.

Tsukushi closed her eyes as she remembered him forcing her to wash him in the tub, as if he were a conquering warlord. Then it had been his turn to wash her and he had, delicately fondling her to fever pitch, before dragging her out of the tub and throwing her onto his bed.

He had fucked her on her hands and knees, the slap of his hips against her soft bottom reverberating throughout the room. He had bitten her on the shoulder as he came hotly within her, dropping his body on top of hers as she lay sprawled out, winded from the intensity of the shudders racking her body.

He led her to the kitchen for food and had taken to caressing her as they ate, then laid her out on the table to devour her again. After having swept their meal to the floor, he buried his cock so deep within her she couldn’t breathe.

In the outdoor spa where she had ridden him, gasping with pleasure as he fed on her breasts.

When he had woken her from a much-needed nap, by sliding his tongue deep into her pussy.

In the shower where he had taken her against the wall, one of her legs wrapped around his back, the other foot bouncing off the floor in time to his violent thrusts.

His touch, the taste and smell of him, choked her senses; she was being slowly suffocated by the forest pine and the pitch-blackness of his hair. The remembrance of her own voice wailing with ecstasy as he manipulated her mouth--her breasts, the intoxicating touch of his fingers against her clit; the mere thought of him was driving her insane. The teasing point of his tongue as he tasted her body, her pussy, against the delicate softness of her nipples, turned dusky with the voracious lust he had for her. The sheer drugging heaviness of him inside of her, pushing, plunging to the depths of her womb. His groans as he lost himself in the tightness of her, drowning her pussy as he came, his seed scalding hot within her.

With a small moan, Tsukushi turned over on the couch, the leather cool against the hot flush of her cheek as the memories flooded her mind unrelentingly.

They had wantonly destroyed the bedroom: the bed had collapsed on all four legs while the headboard had dug large gashes into wall. Two lamps had been broken in the ensuing escapades and a nightstand drawer barely hung on its hinges.

They had ended back in the bedroom Sunday afternoon, the sun in its westward descent highlighting the damage they had wrought. He had taken her on her back, her legs thrown over his shoulders as his movements shook the broken bed precariously.

He had bent her almost in on herself as he rocked gently within her, a strange tenderness etched onto his face, inches from her own. She watched him and found him watching her, sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to prolong his need inside the burning, squeezing, wetness of her. A droplet of moisture fell from his forehead to the outer edge of her lip. Absently, the tip of her pink tongue peeped out, licking it off.

His eyes dilated and with a groan so deep, she felt it’s vibrations from within his chest, he fused his mouth with hers, as he ground his hips against hers, filled to the brim in her and exploded.

A tide of minute shudders wracked her body as Tsukushi felt the most heart wrenching orgasm of her life. A thousand sparkles swept through her, needle pricks of sensation gliding over every nerve ending in her body, from the roots of her hair down to her toes. Tsukushi almost wept into his mouth as her orgasm went on and on, an unremitting tide of electric shocks of bliss such as she never felt before.

She dug her hands into his neck, her fingers hard against his scalp, clasping him to her as she kissed him desperately. For the first time since she had woken to find herself naked in his bed, she allowed feelings other than lust into her kiss; the cavity within her, the boiling cauldron of teeming emotions bubbled over, washing her in a bath of repletion.

Tsukushi released him from her grasp, eyes closed, panting heavily from the surging chaos within her.

Placing a finger under her chin, he lifted her face up, gazing down at her. She opened her eyes and he kissed her gently, drawing her bottom lip into his mouth. She looked up to find him staring down at her, a question in his eyes.

Refusing to acknowledge it, Tsukushi turned her face into the pillow, her hair tumbling gently to shield her face.

He sighed whether in consternation or triumph, she could not tell and slumped down next to her, leaving her body, but holding it tightly to his. He fell asleep almost instantly, snoring lightly. She watched him closely; it was the first time she had seen him motionless.

She moved her fingers gently over the short hairs on the back of his head and then to ruffle his curls, the crisp hair twining around her fingers lovingly.

Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to his temple and then quietly untangled herself from him. She slid off the bed and picked up his discarded pajama pants. Tsukushi crept from the room and silently made her way to the bathroom down the hall, closer to the kitchen.

She quickly cleaned herself up, wanting to take a shower but deciding against it for fear it would wake him. She donned the pants then stuck her head out the bathroom door.

Heart beating wildly in her chest, Tsukushi strained to hear any sounds, listening for any movements indicating that he had woken. Silence reigned and Tsukushi gave a relieved sigh. She stepped out and opened what appeared to be a closet door right next to the bathroom.

It was a closet, mostly filled with towels and sheets, but on the floor forgotten, laid a white shirt. She quickly grabbed it and put it on, vaguely noting the crest of Eitoku Gakuen on the breast. It hung halfway down her thighs and anyone would notice instantly she was bra-less, but escape was foremost on her mind.

Tsukushi crept down the hallway to the door, her hands shaking from the force of her nervous tension. As she passed the living room, she noticed something glinting out of the corner of her eye.

Her breath caught in her throat as she turned back to investigate.

“Oh my God,” she breathed upon realizing what she had found. It was her clutch, the black sequined material glittering up at her in the light from the setting sun. Picking it up, she also saw a pair of sandals sitting on the floor under the end table her clutch had sat on.

She swallowed thickly. He had gotten everything ready to let her go. She shook her head. Think about it later! Get out now!

Tsukushi thrust her feet into the sandals and hugging her clutch to her chest, ran silently to the door.

Sunshine shone on the deserted driveway, a mere patch of dirt; she was completely surrounded by rural countryside, his car not in sight.

Damn, she thought, I’ll have to walk. Tsukushi shut the door as quietly as she could and made her way away from the cottage.

She found a dirt road twenty yards from the house and decided to go to the left. Half a mile up, she found a paved road and breathed an intense sigh of relief. She picked her way to the main road and had not even gone five steps when she heard a car coming up behind her. Heart in her throat, she turned around as the motor approached.

“Oh.” Air whooshed from her lungs as she recognized the familiar white and red of a taxi.

The taxi came up alongside her and stopped. She blinked in surprise but quickly opened the door and got in.

“Ginza-chome, Tokyo,” she said, shutting the door behind her. The driver merely nodded his head and took off, not even glancing at her.

She looked behind her, but the house was hidden, only trees and shrubs visible from where she was. Tsukushi turned back to the driver and cleared her throat.

“Did you have another fare down this way?”

“No,” he replied. “I was paid and told to drive along this street and pick up a woman.”

He lapsed back into silence, clearly not the most talkative of drivers.

Tsukushi sank into a corner of the backseat, lost in thought, unaware of the green fields passing by.

Not paying any heed to the wrinkles left on her business suit, Tsukushi folded her arms and pillowed her head on them. She had been forced to wear head to toe covering, to mask the bruises and marks all over her body but she still felt this--this bone deep satiation. All day her movements had been languorous, her voice soft as she reveled in a complete absence of tension.

Lost in introspection, she realized just how hungry she had been to lose control, to have it forcibly torn from her. On some basic level, she had developed a need to become submissive…and he had known that.

Her cell phone rang shrilly, scaring her half out of her wits. She picked it up and looked at the outer screen.

Oribe Junpei.

She gave a sigh but opened her phone nonetheless. Might as well get this over with.

“Tsukushi,” greeted Junpei’s smooth voice. “Where did you go on Friday?”

“To learn animal husbandry in the country,” she said under her breath.

“What?”

“Oh, I got tired. Just couldn’t take anymore wild partying.”

“I don’t know, you came in looking ready to have a crazy time.” Junpei paused, then asked, “Do you want to come out this weekend?”

Tsukushi took a deep breath. “Probably not.”

“Shame,” he said lightly.

She rolled her eyes and quickly ended the call. Jun had all the depth of a balloon and she could not help but be glad her weekend had turned out differently. Even if she didn’t know who she had spent it with.

Tsukushi tossed the phone onto her coffee table and stood up. Damn it, they were only memories but they had left her knickers soaking wet.

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As each day passed, as the images faded more and more into the shadows, she wondered if she had imagined the whole thing: a titillating fantasy born of too much alcohol and pent-up frustration. Disappointment assailed her at this thought, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

Foolish, she berated herself. So what if he had been conjured by her mind. She couldn’t help but think that her thoughts were pointless: whether he was real or not she would never see him again.

All too quickly it turned into Friday again and Tsukushi made plans for a quiet weekend. As if in compensation for last weekend, she thought with a snort.

As the afternoon drew close, she found herself faced with an unexpected appointment.

“Do you know who it is?” Tsukushi asked her PA, irritated. She had planned on leaving early and taking a long, hot bath, preferably with a drink in her hand.

“No, he said he had met you before and that it was important that he speak with you today.”

“Fine,” Tsukushi replied, resigned to staying late. “Just show him in and then you can go. Have a good weekend.”

“Thank you, Makino-san, you too,” Ayano clicked off.

Tsukushi wrote down the last few figures in, as her door opened. She looked up, a polite smile forming on her face, then froze in shock.

“You!” she breathed, her face ashen. She was unable to rise from behind her desk, turned to stone by his reappearance in her life.

“I was thinking we could go to dinner,” he offered carefully, coming to stand directly in front of her desk.

“What?!” Her breathing was erratic as she studied him, wide brown eyes taking in his massive, broad-shouldered body encased in an expensive pin-stripped business suit.

“What is this?” She asked puzzled, reading the paper he had thrust into her hand.

“A bio and references. These guys have known me almost my whole life.”

“Doumyouji Tsukasa? No wonder I thought you looked familiar! You’re the head of Doumyouji Corporation!”

He nodded his head and she continued reading, with Tsukasa hovering over her shoulder.

“Be careful with those two,” he said, pointing to the two names at the bottom of his list.

“Nishikado Soujiro and Mimisaka Akira,” she mused. "I’ve heard of them. They’re real big playboys."

“More like dogs,” he snorted.

“Isn’t that what you are?”

He scowled, “No.”

Tsukushi raised an ironic brow at him.

“No,” he blustered. “I’ve never, ever done that before. But you were fucking gorgeous. And kinky. There was no way I was going to let that idiot Junpei have you. That was the best weekend of my life,” he swore fervently.

Me too, thought Tsukushi.

She looked at the part where Tsukasa had underlined his marital status. Four times.

She peered up at him. He was fidgeting, nervous over her answer.

“Dinner,” she agreed. Tsukasa grinned at her in delight, looking like a little boy.

Thrusting her chair back, she stood up from behind her desk and stretched, arms high above her head, breasts thrown out. His eyes followed her movement lingeringly.

Tsukushi gave him a knowing smile.

“Or do you want take-out?”

fin

A/N: Clearly the idea of a naughty Tsukushi and Tsukasa holds a certain appeal for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were more dirty, little plot bunnies hopping through my head….
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