Candy Candy Writings

Soft white hair styled to look effortless. Smooth skin. A tall, well built frame. A smile that could charm the pitchfork away from the devil. And the bluest fucking eyes you’ve ever seen in your life. 

He slid gracefully into the seat beside you, so close his thigh was touching yours and his expensive cologne was overwhelming. 

“Hi girls,” he said in a cheerful voice, “how are you doing this evening?”

You and your friend awkwardly answered, both of you suddenly feeling shy in his presence. He must have been used to that sort of reaction, because he was able to smoothly keep the conversation going, joking to lighten the mood and get you both to relax. 

He introduced himself as “Satoru”, no family name given, and he acted as if the three of you were long time friends. Within half an hour, you were comfortable enough to talk with him easily. You probably would have told him your darkest secrets if he’d asked. 

The drinks flowed freely, making you more and more bold. Bold enough to ask if he had a girlfriend. He’d laughed and said, “What do you mean? You two are my girlfriends!”

You and your friend laughed and ordered more drinks. He was clearly enjoying his job, perhaps a little too much. At one point when he reached to get a glass from the table, his arm brushed across your chest. At another point, he jokingly asked what your kinks were. When you denied having any, he only grinned and said, “We’ll see.”

What did that mean? 

At the time, you thought you must have been imagining that he was paying you far more attention than your friend. She was prettier than you, in your opinion, and even she was no match for his absurdly good looks. But you chalked it up to this being his job. He’d no doubt flirt with any woman who walked in. 

At the end of the night, you grieved over the huge bill, as well as the fact that you’d never see Satoru again. This was a one time celebration of getting your first paycheck. You’d never be back here.

Not that it mattered. A guy like Satoru flirting with you feels nice, but when it’s his job, it’s no better than an AI chatbot telling you it loves you. It’s fake and ultimately meaningless. 

Three weeks later, you were sitting at your favorite table in the cafe you always stop at after work, sipping a latte. It was a quiet weekday afternoon, not crowded at all, the smell of coffee wafting through the air. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional jingle of the bells tied to the door that led to the street outside. 

You heard the door open, but didn’t look up. People came and went even on slow days, so you didn’t bother looking away from your phone. Only when you heard footsteps and felt the presence of someone standing beside your table did you turn your face to see who the newcomer was. 

To your shock, it was Satoru, smiling down at you, piercing blue eyes looking over his lowered sunglasses. 

“Hey there,” he said casually. “You came to the club a while back, right?”

After picking your jaw up off the floor, you quickly looked around to see who might be hearing this conversation. It was a little embarrassing for everyone to know you went to a Host Club. Thankfully, the cafe was empty of other customers. 

“Uh, yeah, I came in once with my friend,” you told him, still processing the fact that he remembered you. He must’ve entertained tons of women. 

“I thought so! Mind if I sit with you?”

You were almost struck speechless again. There were plenty of empty tables. Why sit with you? It’s not like the two of you knew each other that well. Still, you couldn’t bear the thought of refusing such a gorgeous guy. 

“Sure,” you said, gesturing to the empty seat across the table from you. 

He took it, grinning as he opened the menu and looked it over. “I’ve always wanted to try this place. It’s a pretty funny coincidence that you were here when I decided to come in.”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a drink of your latte to cover your nervousness. 

He looked up at you. “Hey, don’t be all shy again. It took me thirty minutes to get you to loosen up last time.”

You were taken aback by that statement. He remembered not only your face, but details of your visit? Feeling a little flustered, you gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

He pointed at you playfully with a straw. “That’s because you never came back to the club. At least while I was still there.”

“Still there?” you ask. “Did you leave?”

He nodded. “I quit last week. To be honest I only worked there for a couple of months. I just wanted to try it out.”

“You seemed good at it,” you said. 

He grinned. “Does that mean you think I’m charming?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. You got me to buy a lot of drinks,” you quickly added with a laugh. 

He laughed too, then said, “Speaking of drinks, what’s good here?”

You shrugged. “I always just get the caramel latte. It’s a little sweet but it tastes good.”

“Mind if I try it?”

You blinked. He wanted to try your drink? As in, from your cup? Feeling more nervous than ever, you slowly nodded. 

“Thanks,” he said, reaching across to pull your cup over to his side. Then he proceeded to wrap his lips around your straw, where your lips had just been, and take the most sensual drink you’ve ever seen. You had no idea drinking from a straw could be so sexy. 

When he finished, he passed the cup back to you and said, “Hey, why don’t we go out some time?”

And that’s how you began dating Satoru, the gorgeous ex Host. 

He was a good boyfriend, most of the time. He was funny and sweet, protective and supportive. And almost every day he absolutely rearranged your insides. 

It shouldn’t have surprised you that an impossibly hot, tall guy would have a massive cock that he knew exactly what to do with. But somehow he left you gasping every time, clutching the sheets in your balled fists and whimpering incoherently as he railed you into oblivion. 

But there were downsides to dating Satoru, the primary one being his lack of a job after quitting the Host Club. He was perpetually broke, but had expensive tastes. This meant that you had to cover most of your dates. And if you ever complained?

“Well I guess I could go back to work at the club,” he’d say. All innocently. As if he didn’t know the idea of him flirting with women all day drove you mad. 

If you had the nerve to try to cut back a little on his (your) spending, he’d simply pull you into the bedroom, fuck you until your brain was made of jelly, and suddenly you didn’t care about the money. 

One afternoon Satoru decided he wanted to go to a concert being held in the city. Some band you vaguely remember him saying he liked. 

You looked at the clock. “It starts in two hours? There’s no way we could get tickets.”

“Sure we can,” he said confidently. “There’s always scalpers selling them.”

“Scalpers? Aren’t they super expensive?”

He walked over and threw an arm around you. “Come on, babe. It’s my favorite band! You’ll have a great time, I promise.”

“That’s not really the issue…” you started, but his hand slid down between your legs, cutting off your argument before it began. 

“You can wear that short leather skirt I like,” he said as his fingers pushed your panties aside. “In the dark arena, I can play with this pretty pussy while we listen to the music.”

You gasped as his fingers toyed with your clit. Your knees grew weak. “Satoru… now really isn’t the time…”

His lips were at your ear. “Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound you getting so wet.”

“I’m not! I just… you just…”

“It just feels so good, right?” he asked, his fingers now inside you, probing while his thumb circled your clit. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax.”

You couldn’t form any other protests as the pleasure radiated down your legs. He was right. It just felt too good. Even when he picked you up and carried you to the bed, you didn’t resist or argue anymore. 

In the bedroom, he pulled your clothes off quickly, leaving his on. Within minutes he had your face pressed into the mattress, your ass in the air, as he fucked you roughly. 

It was hard to think when he was drilling you with his cock, stirring your guts up. All of a sudden it didn’t matter how much the concert tickets would cost. 

When he was finished, he buttoned his pants and kissed your cheek. “Hurry and get ready or we’ll be late,” he said. 

After dragging yourself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom to clean up, you dressed in a daze, wearing the skirt he liked with a cute top. 

Outside the concert venue, the two of you walked hand in hand. People stared, probably wondering how the hell you snagged a guy like him. But Satoru never seemed to mind. He’d put his arm around your shoulders, pepper you with kisses, and seemingly show off how happy he was with you. 

Lots of people were milling about, either lined up to get in or standing in little clusters talking. It was a good half hour before sundown, on a warm and balmy evening. 

You scanned the crowd for anyone who looked like a scalper, but wasn’t having much luck. You hoped that standing there looking around wildly would identify you as an idiot who forgot to buy tickets and lure a scalper to you. 

Luckily, a young couple approached you. The man was holding two tickets in his hand. “Do you two need tickets?” he asked. 

Bracing yourself for whatever his price would be, you nodded. 

The man smiled. “Here, take ours. We left our kid with a babysitter and she just called to say he fell off his bike and hurt his ankle. We have to take him to the hospital.”

“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” you said as the man pushed the tickets into your hand. “I can pay you for these.”

“Thanks,” the mother replied. “But we just didn’t want the tickets to go to waste. We’re not looking to sell them. Have a good time!”

With that, the couple hurried off. You turned to Satoru, who was grinning as he said, “We lucked out, huh?”

“Yeah, we sure did.”

Now that you thought about it, things like this happened pretty often. It was like Satoru was so charming, the world simply bent to accommodate him. Of course, no one bent over for him more than you did. 

Three days later, Satoru told you out of the blue that he wanted to go out to eat dinner, and he picked the most expensive restaurant in town. 

“Don’t we need a reservation for a place like that?” you asked, hoping you’d found a reason he couldn’t argue with. 

He was grinning, of course, which was your first sign that the evening was going to go exactly as he wanted. “I just called them,” he said. “They had a cancellation tonight so I snagged it!”

Oh. So he did that without talking to you about it first. You looked up at him from your seat on the couch. “Are you paying?”

He swooped down and sat beside you. “Baby, you know I don’t have a job right now. How could I afford a place like that?”

Filled with sudden irritation, you narrowed your eyes. “You think I can afford it? On my boring office job salary?”

He drew back as if you’d slapped him. “You think I’m just a bum, huh?” he said dramatically. “The only job I was ever any good at was being a Host. I guess I could just go back there.”

With a performative sigh he stood up. You put your hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait. I don’t think you’re a bum,” you told him, angry at yourself for giving in so easily. “I just think we should be more careful with our spending. That’s all.”

You hated that he had this power over you, and you hated that you were so terrified of losing him. You often wondered what would happen if you called his bluff, if you stopped paying for stuff and told him to just go back to the club. But the fear of it actually happening scared you into compliance. 

He sat back down beside you. “Okay, we’ll be careful starting tomorrow. I promise. But tonight, I already got that reservation, so let’s just go, okay?”

“Satoru-“

He leaned over and kissed you, silencing any point you were going to make. His lips engulfed yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hands maneuvered you onto your back on the couch and then began pulling up your shirt before sliding under your bra. 

Your hands weakly pushed back against him, even though your body was already getting riled up. “W-wait…”

He paused and pulled back, one hand still on your breast. “What is it?”

You wanted to scream, “You always do this! You’re always distracting me!” But you couldn’t form the words. He was unzipping his jacket, revealing the tight, form fitting T-shirt beneath. With his free hand he pulled the shirt up to show off his toned abs and thin white happy trail. 

You dropped your hands back down. Any desire to resist completely left your mind the moment he lifted that shirt. An unbelievably hot guy wanted to touch you. How could you possibly turn him down?

He leaned down, his soft hair falling over one beautiful blue eye. “Everything alright, baby?”

“Yeah,” you answered, your brain already turning to soup. 

“Then relax and be a good girl for me,”he said, before sliding your pants down your hips and off your legs. By the time he peeled your panties off, you were already pawing at his shirt, desperately wanting it gone. 

He laughed as he pulled the T-shirt over his head, knowing exactly how weak he made you. Then he scooted to the end of the couch, shoved your legs apart, and buried his face in your pussy. 

Satoru had never been a gentle lover. There was always a rough, but urgent and passionate, edge to everything he did. Even the way he ate you out had a primal feel to it. But that’s what made your legs tremble, what made you cry out and arch your back. His lips suctioned you clit, his teeth grazed it, and his tongue damn near hollowed you out. 

You came within seconds, jerking on the couch as you gripped the cushions. When he looked up at you, his face glistened from nose to chin. He licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand before suddenly pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you widely open, and shoving his entire cock inside you. 

For several seconds, he didn’t move, just sat so deep in your pussy you thought you could see the actual shape of his monster sized dick on the outside of your stomach. You couldn’t even breathe for a moment, before he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. 

You felt your mind going hazy. What had the two of you been talking about? Something about eating… Ah well. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered in the whole world was the cock wrecking your pussy. 

Your weak and shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your eyes glazed over. “S… Satoruuu…” you whimpered, “soooo deep!”

He grinned. “That’s right, baby. I’m real deep. You’re so cute like this! Going all dumb for me!”

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you had the thought that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days after this. But it didn’t stop you from crying into his shoulder and trying to pull him closer. Tomorrow’s you could deal with the consequences. Today’s you wanted to get absolutely ruined. 

He had you folded in half, your feet sticking up in the air. An obscene squelching sound was all you could hear as he straightened up, causing your arms to slip off his neck and fall uselessly by your sides. From this position, he could look down at you and watch as you came unraveled, could smile smugly as your eyes turned glassy and wet, your mouth slipping open to whine out his name. 

God, he looked so good above you. Hair messy, sweat sliding down his torso, eyes practically glowing with feral lust, big strong hands gripping your legs, holding them up and apart so he could watch his cock disappear into your drenched pussy with each thrust. 

You were so close you could taste it. Satoru could tell, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. He seemed to love watching you cum, the satisfaction clear on his face. He was proud of his ability to fuck you so thoroughly. Was it just his own narcissism? The strokes to his ego? Probably. You couldn’t imagine that he simply enjoyed making you feel good. 

Finally you climaxed, clenching him tightly and grabbing his shoulders with trembling, clinging hands. He fucked you through it, reaching down to rub your head affectionately. “There you go… there’s my little fucked out cutie!”

You barely registered his words. Instead you were zoning out, babbling and whimpering. He continued pounding into you for several more minutes, showing off his stamina, before he plunged all the way in and released. You felt his hot cum shooting out inside you, and that’s the last thing you remembered. 

When you woke up, Satoru was stepping into the room freshly showered. You realized you were lying in your bed with a blanket over you. He must have carried you there from the couch. 

He bent down and kissed your cheek. “Sleeping beauty finally waking up?” he asked. 

You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”

He smiled. “Time to get ready. We have an hour before the reservation.”

Oh yeah. You’d almost forgotten about that. Deciding to just go along with him again instead of arguing, you climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. You were sore and bruised, but you felt strangely content. 

Later, when you arrived at the restaurant, Satoru checked in. He kept his arm around you as the two of you followed an employee to your designated table. 

It was fancy, of course. Classy. Lit candles. White tablecloths. Soft lighting and subtle music. You opened the menu and winced at the prices. They were ridiculously exorbitant. 

Satoru paid them no mind. He decided on something high end and then had the nerve to say, “You should go all out and get something good!”

“Actually I thought I’d just get a dessert,” you said, noticing that they were much cheaper than entrees. 

Satoru looked genuinely hurt. “Babe, come on. I won’t be able to enjoy my meal if you’re sitting there with a brownie. Live a little!”

With a dejected sigh you went along with him, like always. You ordered a meal that looked good, ignoring the price. Satoru agreed to sharing a dessert with you later. 

Dinner was fabulous, with delicious food and a rich atmosphere that made you feel like royalty. For a little while, you even forgot about the damage it would all do to your bank account. 

However, reality came crashing back down when it came time to pay. As the waiter laid the check on the table, you pulled a credit card from your clutch bag. 

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, miss.”

You looked up. “Excuse me?”

The waiter smiled pleasantly. “The people who sat at this table before you ‘paid it forward’. Your bill has been covered.”

Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Is this a joke?”

The waiter shook his head. “Not at all, miss. This happens surprisingly often.”

Somewhat dumbfounded, you still hold out the credit card. “The tip-“

“Is also taken care of,” the waiter said. “Quite generously, I might add.”

After he walked away, you looked across the table at Satoru, who looked like he’d just won a bet. You couldn’t fight the smile spreading over your own face. “What are you, a lucky charm?” you ask him. 

“Maybe,” he says, grinning. “Or maybe you’re the lucky charm.”

“I doubt it. Stuff like this never happened until I met you.”

After returning to your apartment, Satoru went to bed early while you sat on the couch, laptop open, going over some files you wanted to finish for work. You heard a chime that you recognized as being from Satoru’s phone. You felt around in the couch cushions until you found it. 

There, on the lit up Lock Screen, you saw a notification from the restaurant you visited earlier. The message said, “Thank you again for your patronage. We look forward to serving you again in the future!”

It seemed like a strange message. The two of you ate for free, so why would they be thanking Satoru?

Early in your relationship, Satoru told you he didn’t mind if you looked at his phone. He probably only said it because he figured you never would. Snooping just wasn’t your thing. And indeed you’d never even considered looking through it. But now? This message was just too strange. 

And hey, you did technically have permission. 

You tried to open the phone but it needed his passcode. You tried his birthday, but no luck. On a whim, you tried your own birthday. The phone opened. 

Huh. 

Quickly opening the message from the restaurant, you found a whole conversation between Satoru and whoever this man at the restaurant was. In it, you read that Satoru contacted them ahead of time and arranged to pay for everything. 

Oh. 

You scroll down a bit and find a string of messages between Satoru and the “couple” who gave you the concert tickets. They were actually two single acquaintances of his that he hired to pretend to give up their tickets. 

There were several more conversations with people you thought had given you things for free, but Satoru actually paid for them. 

What the hell? Why was he doing this? Nothing made any sense. 

But then you clicked on the message string between him and his best friend Suguru. You scrolled back quickly to find any mention of you. It didn’t take long. 

“Still pretending to be broke?” Suguru had asked. 

Satoru responded with laughing emojis. “Yep!”

“You’re gonna get dumped.”

“Nah. She’s crazy about me.”

“Not after she finds out the truth.”

“That I’ve been paying for almost everything? Why would she be mad about that?”

“Because you’re lying?”

“I can’t help it,” Satoru texted back. “She’s just so cute when she gets all flustered and upset. Besides, it’s fun to see just how much I can get her to agree to spend on me. The thrill is in the challenge!”

“You’re the worst.”

“Hey, as soon as I’m done playing this game I’ll come clean. Then I’ll spoil her rotten to make up for it! And anyway I make sure my baby is fully satisfied. Trust me.”

You very nearly threw the phone across the room from sheer embarrassment. But you were also angry. How dare he! He’d been lying to you all along! And all for some sick mind game! 

But after taking a few deep breaths and calming down, you reread some of the messages and thought harder about the situation. Sure, Satoru was lying, but there didn’t seem to be any malice behind the lies. And he actually was paying for all kinds of things for you. 

The longer you thought about it, the less angry you were. You picked up his phone and deleted the most recent message from the restaurant, so he wouldn’t notice a message that had already been opened. You decided this would be your little secret. You could still pretend to complain about his spending before eventually giving in. 

After all, you got the best fucking of your life when Satoru was trying to convince you to pay for something. Why ruin a good thing? 

He pauses and stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

He smiles, an almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, this was always one of my fantasies.”

You look down at the fabric clinging to your body. “Me wearing your shirt?”

“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer and putting his arms around you. “Did you have any about me?”

“Uh, yeah, but it’s pretty embarrassing,” you say with a laugh. 

He kisses you lightly on the lips. “Tell me. I’ll make it come true.”

 “It’s perverted.”

“I certainly hope so,” he says. 

Your eyes shift down to his abdomen, now concealed by his shirt. “I always wanted… to lick your happy trail.”

For a split second, he looks confused. “My- Oh.” His face reddens slightly. “God I wish you’d told me that back in law school.”

“Oh really?” you ask, now grinning. “What would you have done if I had?”

His fingers are locked together behind you, at the small of your back. “Well after I woke up from fainting, I would’ve brought you back to my dorm and let you have your way with me.”

You can’t help giggling at that. “You were pretty shy back then. How the hell did you end up training Dolls?”

“I just stumbled into it. I guess it was fun while it lasted, but I’m happy to leave it behind,” he tells you. 

You pull back. “Wait, I thought you were keeping me.”

“That was only if the appeal didn’t work out. Looks like it’s going to.”

You frown. “I’m a little disappointed. The idea of being your personal Doll is kinda hot.”

“I was planning to terminate your contract as soon as it transferred to me anyway,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel bound to me in that way.”

You lean close and kiss him. “What if I want to belong to you?”

Ah, there it is again, that intensity in his eyes as he says, “There are other ways we can arrange that.”

Just as Higuruma thought, the appeal went through easily. The owner of the sketchy Doll shop lost his license to train and sell Dolls, plus had to pay a hefty fine. Apparently some former cases are being looked into again, and he might face jail time. 

Higuruma hopes he rots. Just looking at the man in the courtroom made Higuruma want to strangle him. 

But alls well that ends well, as the saying goes. Higuruma quit his job as a trainer and returned to being only a lawyer, which is where his true passion lies. 

Sitting across from his newly free lover at a cafe near his office, he asks her something important. 

“Why not come work for my firm? We could be partners.”

She’s stirring her drink with a straw. “Are you sure you want that? I’ve been blacklisted.”

He leans slightly across the table. “Do you still want to work as a lawyer?”

“I do! But-“

“Then it’s settled. I don’t care about the rumors. I know they’re not true anyway, and I can help you get that sorted out.”

She sighs. “I don’t know why you have such faith in me.”

He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. “Maybe you don’t realize it yourself, but you’re resilient. Whenever you failed an exam, you’d study hard and then retake it. Sometimes your second scores were better than mine. You always bounced back from failure. That’s what I admired about you.”

She smiles then, and it lights up the whole cafe. “So you think I can bounce back from all of this?”

“I know you can. We’ll work on it together,” he tells her. 

He’s actually looking forward to working with her, to having her by his side at the law office and bringing some fresh ideas to the cases. 

But right now, there’s something else he’s looking forward to even more. 

He stands up from the table. “Ready to go back to my place?”

“Sure,” she says, scooting her chair back. She’s been staying with him until her case was finalized, but he’s hoping she’ll move in full time. A discussion for another day. 

The two of them have avoided having sex or getting too intimate, only exchanging hugs and kisses. They decided to save the more fun activities for when her appeal case was finished, to be a reward for themselves. 

The case was finalized today. 

You’ve been very patient. You agreed with Hiromi that waiting was a good idea. With your case finished, there are no more distractions. You can focus completely on enjoying yourself. 

The buildup, the anticipation, has made you even more horny. So much that you can’t seem to get your clothes off fast enough. As a special surprise, you wore stockings and a garter belt today, all of it hidden under your professional looking skirt suit. No panties, because you want to see the look on Hiromi’s face when slide your skirt down your legs. 

He freezes, his hands going still on the buttons of his shirt, his eyes taking in the lewd sight of you. His gaze is hot enough to burn you. 

“You like it?” you ask, turning around to show off your ass. 

Before you can blink, he’s upon you, wrapping his arms round your torso and kissing your bare shoulder. “I love it,” he says against your skin. Then he pulls back. “You know, we never did finish your training.”

“I already can’t cum unless you tell me to. What else is there?” you ask. 

“There was going to be a test at the end,” he answers. “Just to make sure everything sank in.”

You lean into him. “So give me the test tonight.”

He grins as he leads you to the bed. “I will. But first, I believe I promised something.”

You watch as Hiromi slips off his shirt and opens his pants, allowing you to see the full length of his happy trail. You step over and sink to your knees in front of him, your hands rubbing over his taut abdomen. 

He stares intently as you lean forward and run your tongue from the base of his cock up to his navel. The soft black hairs feel marvelous under your tongue, just as you expected. 

You give several more licks, eliciting low groans from his mouth, before you slide his pants further down his hips and take his entire cock into your mouth. 

“Ah… fuck…” he mutters, his hand moving swiftly to your hair. 

It’s wild to think this is the first blowjob you’ve given him, considering how many times he’s eaten you out already. He’s truly a generous lover, but tonight you want to give back. 

And you want him to cum in your mouth, another fantasy you had back in law school. 

It won’t take long, judging by how his cock is pulsing and twitching. His fingers are gently scraping your scalp, his tight stomach quivering with his shaky breaths. 

Your lips wrap tight around his base, pulling back and then forward again, fucking him with your throat while your tongue swirls around him and teases his tip. 

Finally, he spills his load into your mouth, ropes of his cum shooting across your tongue and sliding down your throat. You look up at him as you swallow it, enjoying the sight of his reddened, apologetic face. He probably intended to pull out. 

When you stand up, he’s looking you up and down and he tries to even out his breathing. 

“You okay?” you ask him. 

He laughs. “Just trying to put my soul back in my body.”

“We’ll hurry up. I’m ready to finish my training,” you say with a grin before sauntering over to the bed and sitting down. 

“Lie back,” he says, suddenly energized again, “and I’ll give you your test.”

You almost shiver with anticipation, excited for whatever he has planned. You scoot back on the bed and lay on your back while he retrieves something from a nearby drawer. 

When he turns back to face you, he’s holding something up. There’s a small device attached to his fingertip, and it’s vibrating wildly. 

You’re getting soaked just thinking about it. His fingers can already take you to heaven. With added stimulation, you’re going to come completely undone. 

At least you hope so. 

Hiromi crawls on beside you, and your test begins. 

He touches you first without turning on the vibrator, just rubbing you the way he usually does. Not knowing exactly when he’s going to turn it on is a sweet torture unto itself. His body is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his heartbeat. 

Finally, you hear the soft whirring sound, and then there’s a shockingly powerful vibration directly on your clit. Your body jerks reflexively, the sensation so strong and sudden that without your training, you would have cum on the spot. 

But you can’t. Not until Hiromi says so. The pleasure is intense, making you tremble and whine out his name, begging for release. He’s relentless as he presses the vibrator against your most sensitive spot, overstimulating you while refusing to let you cum yet. 

You squirm and writhe, trying to scoot away yet also pushing against his fingertip by reflex, your body instinctively craving more pleasure. 

“Please… Hiromi!” you whimper. You’re reaching the limit of what you can withstand. You open your mouth to beg again, but he smothers your lips with his own, swallowing your cries. 

The kiss is long and deep, his tongue fully exploring your mouth, but it’s not enough to distract you for long from the inferno of pleasure raging between your thighs. 

Finally he pulls back, his face still close to yours, and says, “Do it.”

The words are like a magic spell. The dam breaks. The water overflows. And you have the most intense orgasm of your life. 

Afterwards, you feel like you might pass out. Your chest is heaving with your rapid breaths and your body is quivering. Hiromi soothingly strokes your face before kissing you again. “You passed,” he says. 

“So I completed the training?” you ask, struggling to keep your eyes open. 

“You did. You’re officially a fully trained Doll,” he tells you. 

You exhale a deep breath. “Good to know.”  

The two of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s bodies, fucking in every position you’ve ever wanted to try, your and his sweat soaking into his sheets. 

He feels so good inside you, so perfect and so warm. It’s like he’s always known exactly how to please you, exactly what drives you wild. You grieve the time you lost with him, the years spent apart. If you’d only known he felt the same way about you… 

But that was then. This is now. All you can do is enjoy the time you have with him from now on. 

He lays beside you, planting casual kisses on your collar bone. “Sorry if that was too much,” he says, noticing how exhausted you are. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time.”

The comment warms your heart, because it means he feels the same way you do. You smile at him. “It’s okay. We have the whole rest of our lives to enjoy together.”

His eyes widen slightly. “The whole rest of our lives?”

Oh. You said that without thinking about the implications. Are you getting too far ahead of yourself. The two of you haven’t really discussed anything long term. 

“Uh, I just mean-“

He kisses you, cutting off your awkward reply. When he pulls back, he looks happy. “Move in with me. Permanently.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Seriously?”

“That’s what I’ve been hoping for anyway,” he says. “Unless that’s not something you want.”

“Oh I definitely want it,” you tell him. “I’m just not sure you’re prepared for my collection.”

He freezes. “Collection of what?”

You roll over to go to sleep. “Too late. You already offered.”

He nudged your shoulder. “Honey? Collection of what?”

You don’t turn back, smiling as you say, “Goodnight, Hiromi.”

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