Restless Whispers

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A/N:

excuse for the wrong grammar.
this is a combination of Aoshi and Misao's point of views.
merry xmas and happy new year to you all!






Chapter 8 – Tears Will Not Fall

Half of my body is already numb. My ears won’t listen; my mouth won’t move to eat anything edible. The hunger is there but my appetite won’t entertain. My mind is elsewhere. I just spend most of my time looking to the outside world to this very French window Aoshi used to fuck me frequently; wishing to be back where I was at my happiest state – to be free. But things had to change for the sake of my baby. Even though my life is so miserable right now, it isn’t the child’s fault to endure such pain because of what his/her father doing upon me. Not a tear should be shed for the crying state is over.

For the past weeks, we never talked to each other, even while we fuck. It was not typical of him to be so reserve during the act. But now…. Who cares of being acquainted once again to a devil?! I just learned the lesson in a hardest, painful way.

No words had been exchanged, only silence. And countless, unadulterated sex.

My body begins to tremble whenever he touches me in every place, especially the secret ones. Always like the first time, he handles expertly. Because of that, it only doubles my misery as the pleasure also strikes. Each thrust he gave, it intensify the truth that he owns me. It occurred to me countless of times that our fate together is so depressing, which helped on rebuilding the walls of numbness in my heart. It will be stronger this time.

Each cold brick was put up, and in time, it will be enough to be my defense against his emotional war. If he can play being insensitive, I do to. And besides, I have a great teacher.

Rain continues to pour outside. It’s 2 o’ clock in the morning. Most of the people in the city must be definitely sleeping by now. Once again, I envy them. Sleeping peacefully is another product of what freedom offers.

Suddenly, I heard voices outside of my room, startling me for a second. But then, I see no reason why I should be bothered about it. It was just normal for his Mansion to have people still wake up at this late hour. So many unfamiliar faces residing and visiting in his God-forsaken place, just like the House of Eros. Damn for that cursed place. I wouldn’t be here if that faggot had been true to his words.

Like Master, like slave.

Ignoring them will be the best treatment. My numbness and insensitivity to the world can also start at this very moment.

Walking will also give a good excuse, pacing here and there.

I was supposed to mind my own gloomy business when I happen to hear the words they were exchanging from the hallway. It came from a man and another, to a woman. The man’s voice is kind of familiar, so as with the woman. Very familiar, indeed. From all places, why does it have to be here? One of my eyebrows arched.

“It was so nice of you to spare your little time just to entertain me tonight.” Chortling and flirting, the woman snaked her arm to his. “If you had been like this from the start and then on, I should have never left your side.”

The man never replied.

“Compare to him, you are far more superior when it comes to pleasuring ALL of the woman’s needs.” She sweetly added. I could swear that she also purred along with saying it.

As far as I can estimate, they stopped from their strolling. They are just outside of my room. The possibility of being heard by others - which in this case is me - is there to grasp. The rain could not overpower their voices. For some unknown reasons, this was meant for me to be heard. Maybe to test my very own newly developed insensitivity.

“Patronizing me will only get you into trouble, step mother.” The man replied. Not much of an emotion was there to feel in his cold voice. “It seems to me, you often misplace your great devotion as his new loving wife especially when your libido starts to drive mad.”

She deeply chortled. I can imagine that she was already embracing the devil into her sinful grasp. “Don’t call me that, my blue-eyed lover. Calling me your step mother is giving me the creeps. And also, don’t forget that we are in this together,” She kissed him. I don’t know where but from the sound of it, her kiss was deep and very passionate. As always, she acted like a bitch in heat. “You and I.”

“Does truth hurts? You married the old fool which in no doubt makes you my step mother. Even if the time comes he knows about the damn illicit affair, I won’t worry much about it. I am his only son and legal heir. Without me, his beloved empire will die into dust since I began to control most of the operations.” He coldly supplied and then added, “And besides, I am very used to his ‘fatherly’ ways.”

The coldness from his voice is so apparent. There is no doubt that his relationship with his father had not been always good. I remember the times I asked about his family and plenty of times he refused to respond. This could be one of the answers.

“Don’t be so disappointed, Megumi. You can have some only if this affair will not be discovered by him.” He chortled as he bent his head to give the slut his passionate kiss. “A warning has been given. My father doesn’t share his fancies, even with his son. The ultimatum was written all over his face during your brief, simple wedding.”

“Do you have to make me remember that event, Aoshi? Small and simple wedding! HA! He promised me a grand one but one week before the occasion, he simply made it all the opposite.” She grunted, releasing him into her grasp. She stepped backward and crossed her arms into her chest.

“Do understand his situation, my dear step mother. His previous marriage had not been a good one.” He took a cigarette out from his suit’s pocket and lit it.

“I see no connection,” she retorted.

“It was held in great fashion and full of publicity. It was said to be a wedding of the century but then ended up in piles of shit.” He puffed a chain of smoke right through her. Megumi took his cigarette and smoke.

Aoshi is a product of a broken family. Why didn’t I see this before?! Even so, it was not a good excuse for me to judge him totally. It seems I am showing some pity for this devil. Being a novice of insensitivity takes a lot of effort.

“It seems that your French mother had been a thorn to your father’s throat.”

The man didn’t even have the decency to clean and protect his mother’s name. By remaining silent, he had only proven that she had deeply hurt her son Aoshi.

“I deserve a grandeur wedding! You men don’t understand what we women feel about it!” She was beginning to loose her wits. Her childishness slowly entered the scene.

Brushing away his bangs, he faced her and said, “I actually do understand the matter here, my dearest step mother Megumi. Women cause men great pain in deciphering their wants and needs.”

“Really now?” She chortled and mocked along the way.

“And also keep in mind that if the woman really deserves the treat, why should the man hesitate?” Now he got to laugh at her face.

I wanted to laugh too. She deserves on hearing on those words. Damn it! Why am I agreeing with that fool?!

“All of us gets what we deserves, Megumi. If you had been bad, mean things will come to you. Justice has always been there to be served.” He sighed afterwards.

The woman laughed hysterically as if she had heard the silliest joke. “From all the people in the world, I get to hear this from a womanizer scoundrel. I just can’t help not to laugh!”

He never retorted. After some moments she was tired from laughing. “And what you are doing now to your latest fancy of yours is a great justice?” I can also sense that she was glaring towards my bedroom door.

Then there was a long, complete silence. Waiting for him to answer made my heart beat faster.

I could feel his hesitation to talk. “Like what I had just said, people get what they really deserve.” The hairs at my nape began to shrill because I had somehow sensed his frigid eyes looking towards my bedroom door.

I did nothing mean to deserve this! I didn’t know why I should deserve this depressing fate! Why must I have to suffer from his crazy notion that I was the one who really hurt him?!

“All because of the pain she had caused on leaving you?” She grimly chuckled. “I envy that poor girl for having that power to hurt you. What’s with that slut that I don’t have?” She slowly embraced Aoshi, so close I could feel the intensity of her emotions towards him. “Why her?”

Impassively, he puffed a smoke in the air. “You will not understand.”

“I’ll understand! I am also a woman.”

“That depends,” He threw the half used cigarette to the floor.

Frowning, Megumi insisted. “Whatever.” She released a deep sigh and continued, “You see, this is what I hate from you! You and your self-inflicting misery and then your deepest, darkest secrets! Why would you not let me heal some of its pain, Aoshi?”

Pain. Aoshi is in pain. Many times did I try to ease his pain from the start of our relationship but the outcome was the same. He would not let me in to his numb heart. It was the main reason why I have to go away from him, to make him realize the emptiness that I am also having when he only sees me as his fancy. I loved him…always had, but love is not enough when only one is working to keep the bond solid and meaningful. I have to learn to love myself too.

Aoshi…..why? Why are you so angry of me? I only did you a favor of having that freedom of finding yourself too! I am not worthy of you. We are not both worthy to each other. Can’t you see that? Why don’t you open your eyes, your heart into this?!

“I pity your latest fancy having treated by your callous ways. Are you still trying to impregnate her?” The sound of her voice was kind of hoarse and crooked. Is she crying?

The rogue didn’t answer.

“Oh well, let’s stop talking about her. It only sours our time together.” Then her smile slowly appeared with fullness. Megumi was up to no good. I can clearly sense that. “Why don’t you take me here, Aoshi? I missed you so much!” Then her ravenous kissing to his cheeks began. “I will make you forget about her, for now.”

“Didn’t my father satisfy you last night?” He chuckled as if nothing had affected him. “I don’t believe the old man is getting rusty.”

“Oh he is good alright. For a 46 year old man, he got a great stamina of a young man, almost at your level. He kept me awake until 6 in the morning.” She kept kissing him until one of her hands came creeping into his bulge, massaging it. “Come on, Aoshi, let me love you once more. Let me taste your delicious parcel of meat that I always crave for. I missed it so much…..the taste….”

I blushed upon hearing her coaxing erotic words.

“Then do it with him again.” Aoshi moved away from her. “Try to suppress your appetite until he gets back from his trip from Singapore.”

She began to get the sound of disappointment but kept on to reach her goal of having Aoshi tonight in her arms. What a slut!

“Please don’t disappoint me, Aoshi. Please….. Just this night...I want you to be inside of me tonight. To feel you once again into my arms, just like the old times.”

My thighs are shaking upon hearing her plea. Coaxing him to have sex within her had created a twitch into my belly and raised a rage emotion from my heart against her. This cannot be. I am teaching myself to be insensitive. Things will be a lot easier this way. I don’t have enough tears to shed anymore. I won’t allow myself to turn like Megumi. She is still suffering from her love delusion for the man who doesn’t know how to love.

But why do I still tremble when he touches me? Why do I still love the way he pleasures me with his expertise? These thoughts have to stop. And it begins now.

I heard a large sound of bump against the side of the door I was leaning to. I was startled at first and then realized that they are fucking with each other….just outside of my bedroom. All the moaning and gasping I hear to the other side continues to restrict my breathing. They are desecrating my grounds here. I felt the rage but what can I do? I don’t have enough power and will to face the two while they are doing the act.

Seeing Aoshi within another woman’s embrace…..thrusting his shaft into her sheath…just like what he usually does to me….I’m a hypocrite if I say that it didn’t affect me.

Be insensitive, that is what I am repeating to my brain, and heart. Be numb….I should be numb, or else I will be the loser in the game of love and betrayal.

Yes….it will be a lot easier this way…

Megumi was exchanging erotic words that can enhance Aoshi’s stamina to increase the pleasure. I see the playing motions of their shadows beneath the air gap of the door to the threshold. I am on my knees now, striving to pray that I could surpass this. Will someone give me the strength to survive this? Will someone hear my plea? Please….someone….

Why did I fall-in-love to a man who had destroyed the meaning of real love in my heart? I guess, there is no answer to it. People had loved with no valid reasons…..And that makes us great fools….


*******

If there is a possibility for a man to die in his wake, this will be the right time to do it. Some of the truths had created a void into my soul, shaking my conscience again regarding the woman who I had been punishing for almost 3 months now. The reason for all of these had not been too clear to state. I am beginning to doubt my capability to think straight when it comes to her. Why? Why her?

I had asked the same question for so many times now and I can’t come up for a solid answer. Nothing seems to help or supply the right explanation. Why bother?! Like what I had said, people get what they deserve – good or bad.

That only means she deserves what she’s having under me. But….

Why does it hurt me to see her eyes whenever I make love to her? It also pains me to see what we have right now is nothing special because I declared it so, out of my pride and will to revenge. I can’t stop to see my mother’s eyes to her….reflecting the very same great disappointment and loss of that special feeling. I felt both guilty and proud. This is what I deserve….to be shunned by love. Always and forever.

“Stop, Aoshi,” Megumi pleaded as she kissed the side of my neck. “Stop….please…”

I am in the midst of orgasm when she called for a time-out. I cried out after the release. I spilled my seed into her skirt. We are both panting and exhausted.

She is still saying those damn words.

“Damn you, Aoshi!” She slapped me to my right cheek. I have no idea why she did that and I don’t want to know. I am too tired to argue and think for more. Women!

I turned away from her as I massaged and cleaned my cock from the mess I made. Not bad to have sex with her again. It had drawn out some of my frustrations in life, particularly the woman hiding behind that bedroom door. I hope she got to hear our fucking. I hope I had hurt her with it. She very much deserves it anyway.

Leaning my back against the opposite wall, I tried to calm my heart’s fast beating. I also tried to catch up with my breath.

“Here I am trying to make things easier to you, doing you a favor, Aoshi, but you still won’t let me,” Also still trying to catch her breath, Megumi cursed me.

I don’t have a single clue why she is acting like that. I brushed my bangs away from my sweating face and forehead. I have no time to entertain the woman’s silly whatnot.

There had been a minute of silence before she came charging in front of me. “Is this some stupid mockery of yours that you have to murmur her name while you make love to me?”

It took few seconds before her accusation registered into my brain. Ha. The woman does have the reason to be angry of me. Me and my silly mouth.

“Don’t start on me, Megumi. Your nagging will only initiate my sour mood. And when it does, you know you will not like it.” I deeply warned her. I had enough of these silly tantrums from women. They think men should always understand but what about us? Did they have the time to ask what we also feel?

I know my mistake but didn’t say an apology. My lips won’t move; my will won’t have it. Why?

“You stupid jerk! Argh!” She was about to slap me again but I caught her hands in midway.

I bent my head down and whispered, “You don’t own me, not even once. Try putting that to your pretty, thick head. You belong to my father now so I guess that makes it more valid to put you in his place.”

“Bastard,” she hissed. “Still a cad as ever.”

“People get what they deserved, Megumi. Don’t ever forget that.” I can’t stand to have more argument with her. She is still the nag. What’s new? It is just that I don’t have the right mood anymore. If ever…I would like to take my left over frustrations to somewhere else. Perhaps with the spirit of strong liquors.


*******

He mumbled my name. It had shocked me a bit. I haven’t had the idea he will be calling out my name instead of hers. What does that mean? No. There is nothing to it. Why do I have to put meaning to it? It was just a mistake, his mistake on calling another woman’s name while making love. It is pretty normal for guys like him who had plenty of women tasted.

Come to think of it, not once did he call another woman’s name when we fuck together. No. This will only further complicate the strange relationship between us right now. It is better to have this numbness going on between us.

I began to touch my belly that is now showing small sign of bulge. I must think of the baby first before this dilemma. Thinking this nonsense affects my baby’s health so much. I am too tired to assess my feelings for him.

The room began to get colder. Even if the ambience reflected so much of my pain and ache for him, I will never again shed a tear.

*******


I believe she is now sleeping in her room. She should be.

It’s 4 o’ clock in the morning and I am still in this den, almost drowning myself to the strong spirits of vodka. The taste sure had my brain flying yet I am used to it. This had been with me since emotional problems had been part of my everyday sad existence.

It is still raining outside. The hell. Is there a storm I didn’t know of? Ha. When did I ever get to be interested in knowing today’s weather? It’s just that rain looks similar to snow….and snow….makes me miserable….igniting the dreaded emotions I am trying to subdue.

Sitting near the warm area of the hearth, I am absently touching my glass’s rim as I look to the outside’s wet environment. So cold to see and feel the atmosphere right now. Even though I am very used to this, something pokes into my consciousness to be dreaded today. I feel irritated at the same time which doubles the factor of my misery. Words of my father’s new wife had somehow struck some nerves on me. That had triggered the effect of irritation to myself and the whole damn world I am moving with….so goes with her.

How many tiny glass had I already thrown into the pit of the hearth? Ah, 4 it is. Maybe in a few seconds, this tiny drinking glass in my hand will be the 5th. Why? Why do I feel this way?

I stand up and stretch from my place to ease my bones and muscles from the long slacking I have done in my sitting to my favorite Victorian couch. A good pacing could fasten the process of relieving. I just did that for about 15 minutes. My mouth craves for another taste of vodka. Taking the bottle near the couch’s leg, I pour my glass another set and drink it fast in one swipe.

Damn. I can’t have this anymore. I am still irritated and angry for whatever reasons that is bugging into my consciousness. I should be drunk by now but it is kind of obvious that I can still walk and blabber nonsense upon myself.

It’s morning and yet it is still dark. Darkness still shrouded the outside environment and also being subdued into the power of the rain. So lonely….just like what I always feel both in my dreams and reality. The line separating the two had long already been vanished since that fateful day. I should have been used to it. Yes.

Looking now to my tiny drinking glass at my hand, there is it again the urge to throw this one into the pit fires of the hearth. Should I give in?

*******


Entering her domain had been very normal to me. Every time my other head craves for an exquisite taste, I always end up to this place. And fate never denies what I came for in here, as always. It is because I own here, both body and soul. About her heart, I know that will be impossible because I don’t expect her to be again fall head over heals into me after what I had done to her spirit and pride. That will be the least of my concern now since the more important thing here is that I have her close to my needs and she will taste everyday of my sweet punishment.

Gingerly, I approach her to the foot of her grand bed. She is sleeping in her pink satin robes. My mouth begins to water as I survey her glorious, tempting body. I can see her breasts are so firm and its nipples are hardening. She must have been dreaming of something erotic. Thanks to me, of course. She will have lots of ideas how to get those pleasures with and without my help. It is so arousing to think her in that stance. She bent one of her slim, shapely legs. She unknowingly gave me a good view of her delicious center though it is covered. I hope she is already wet down there with the right amount of natural juices that I always crave for to taste. So sweet, so Misao. These are all mine to taste and to devour. My cock seems to agree with me eagerly. She’s mine – to torture and to pleasure.

Upon my musing, she shifts into another position, giving me a good view of her curvaceous hump. It is small yet firm to hold; a man’s dream to see. Her slender arms spread out as if inviting someone to come and sleep beside her. No one else will do the act but me. I own her and this is her purpose….besides giving me the heir I need.

My heir. Deep inside of her womb lays our living creation out from our constant pleasure of bodies. Going closer to her side and sit upon the edge, I gently touch, probing her belly if the sign of life is there to hold. I could not judge it well but I am sure there is something already inside of her. My heir.

She moans perhaps with the effect of my sensual touch. Of course it is. Only I can do such cause to her. As I gently pat her slim belly, I can’t help myself not to touch her here, a little south of her body physique. I want to check if she is wet down there. My hand schemes to move towards her woman core and within seconds, I claim the great pleasure valley. My longest finger automatically searched for her nub and caressed it. She sweetly moans again. How could be a simple sound of moaning so erotic to hear? My other fingers dug into her and found out that she is indeed in heat. I feel her natural juices pouring out from her core, tempting me to dig in to taste.

“No….” she weakly mumbled as she slowly turned her body away the source of pleasure.

“Yes, Misao. You like this, don’t you?” I said.

She didn’t reply. Good. She is still under asleep, helpless within my grasp. Whether she is or not, she is still helpless when it comes to me.

Her lips parted and her cheeks were blushing. She unconsciously enjoys what I am doing upon her. I like that, very much indeed.

She is so wet and sticky down here, full of life. I murmur her name and gently press a kiss to the bridge of her nose, then to her moist, parted pink lips. Her lips are so sweet I could no longer hold myself not to savor her. I drive my tongue, sliding as if I am initiating the penetration of my sex into her. Slowly it enters as it glides and then does it miracle works inside. She moans again but this time, she is coming to awake from her slumber. I move my lips and tongue to give her the pleasure intensified by her moaning encouragement.

I can feel that she is already responding to my kiss. Her mouth moves to devour my lips. Her tongue is starting to match the play I am doing with her. It was slow at first under she catches up with my intent.

She arches her body off to the bed as I continue to pleasure her womanhood with great enthusiasm. I just wished I could taste her juices down there but her kiss was so demanding and I just can’t stop from what I am doing. She equals with my expectations to this play. Misao had definitely learn some of the love tricks I discreetly thought her.

Much to my dismay, I tore my lips away from hers. But the good part is, my hand still caresses her womanhood.

“Misao,” I huskily called. My eyes are a bit watery from the intense play of tongues we just did. It had been a long time since I talked to her. We both knew that.

She was about to say something. A curse? Perhaps. Misao hated it so much when I come here and take her body at will. Hesitate at first but as I lay my magical touch into every part of her body, slowly she will succumb. No choice for her. She denies the height of the pleasure but in the end, she will join me.

She looks at me, with lips devoured by my very own. Her eyes were watery too. She’s panting as I continue to thrust my two fingers to her womanhood orifice. She is on the bridge of her orgasm. I can feel her tremble. As soon as I got the idea, I shove her robe up to her thighs, near her hips, took off her silk panties which I told her not to wear whenever I am here in the Mansion and then without any second thoughts I plunge my lips to give the dark kisses upon her trembling womanhood. I tasted her there….so sweet and plenty. All mine to have, all mine to enjoy.

She grabs a handful of my hair out of ecstasy as she moans hoarsely. I think I had heard her murmured my name. Good. I very much like that too.

It was over in minutes.

I kissed her forehead afterwards.

She is catching up her own breath. She is about to say something to me.

“Had your fill already, Master? If you do, I can still accommodate you again until you get the sexual satisfaction you always crave for.” Then she takes off her robe, exposing the rest of the delicious parts before me.

“I don’t mind. I am here to give you pleasures, right? It is my punishment to be under you but what can I do? It is my sad fate.” Her voice was a bit hoarse but sexy at the same time. She moved to a better positioning, inviting me to plunge my other weapon into her. Legs so wide apart, I can see what I want to see. Misao is different now. She seems to finally accept her fate with me armed with that kind of sarcasm. She is so willing.

Somehow, I didn’t like this new one.

“Come here, Aoshi, take what you want from me. I no longer resist your touch. I am your slave, and obedient slave I will be.” I can sense there is no emotion from her invitation though it arouses my cravings, and especially my huge cock.

But still….

I want to be inside of her that specific time. Just by looking at the perfect position she arranged just to accommodate my whole body, I shouldn’t leave the opportunity.

But still….

“Misao, come here.” I ordered. She complied at once. Taking her hand and lifted her from the soiled bed, I carried her off to the center of the room.

Her nakedness had me momentarily stop from breathing. Her natural scent is very intoxicating. I love the smell of her heat. Being still dressed isn’t fair in our game of lust. But who cares in being fair? I love being her master. But this time, I want us both gloriously naked, bodies closed to each other.

In seconds, I had my clothes piled up to the cold marble floor.

“Fuck me now. As you always do. That is what you came for, right?” This time, her sarcasm is evident. I caught her message all top clearly. “Misao is your toy to play with.”

I look at her hiding, oblivion eyes. The spark is gone. Why? I can no longer see the fire in those cerulean eyes. I just can’t help it. Why? Before I feel the guilt when I see hers but now….it’s totally different. No more challenge.

Did she completely lose her spirit? Ha! Serves her right. This is what I want her to be. Her heart is full of anger towards me. I don’t need to question it further. We both deserve to live in the darkness.

But still…

Instead of claiming what is mine to devour, I asked her out of the ordinary.

“Dance with me, Misao. Dance with me in the dark.”

tbc....


a/n:
I am studying for my upcoming board exams. perhaps after it I can be able to continue writing the next chaps. See ye.