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“I'm terribly sorry! I'm begging for forgiveness!! Please!! I beg of you!!”
Cid blew smoke from his mouth in a lazy manner, bored from the idiotic acts of the new lackeys lately.
The poor man wearing a colorful shirt groveled on the floor, shaking in fear. “I swear I didn't know that was the boss’ woman! Please forgive me! Agh!!”
Gav, Cid's trusted man, kicked the guy onto his back, pressed his heel onto his head and grinded on it. “You've been here for 4 months. How the fuck do you not recognize her?”
The eyepatch scout threw the first kick before a rain of kicks fell upon the groveling man as punishment. Begs of mercy flew from the poor lackey's bloodied mouth. Gav gripped the man's hair tightly, pulling his bloodied face up with a snarl.
“And it ain't just the Boss’ woman. She's our Aneki. Show some respect.”
Cid suddenly turned around, having had enough of the pitiful sight. “Bloody timewaster. Cut his hands off.”
He walked away without a care. Smoke trailed behind him from his burning cigarette, creating an illusion of fog covering him up. The shrilling scream of terror echoed inside the empty warehouse didn’t even make his steps falter. He slumped into his seat once he entered his car, rubbing his forehead to hold off the oncoming headache.
The new recruits were making trouble lately, and mostly because of their stupidity. He wonders if each generation is caused by stupidity or not. The lack of respect was a dead giveaway from the start, thinking it was all fun and games to join the Yakuza.
The poor guy that's missing his hands right now was drunk, and placed his hands on his beloved Clive. Cid brought her along to check on one of his many clubs around. One of them happened to be the most popular club, his bunny girls club called The Veil. Coincidentally that lackey was in that area, celebrating his new position of joining their group. He saw Clive and thought she was one of the girl’s in the club, thinking a quick fuck would do. He didn't see Cid standing next to Clive and with his drunk addled mind, started to get handsy on her.
Good thing Clive knew how to defend herself and she mercilessly kicked his balls hard. Probably ruptured too.
Ugh, he needs a vacation with his butterfly, Cid sighed loudly.
He took his phone out, dialing his right hand who happens to be his secretary as well. “Otto, make a reservation at Charon's hot springs for two weeks. Tell Clive to cancel her online course schedule for those weeks. Tell her I'll drag her out even if she refuses.”
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“What the fuck do you mean I have to cancel my lessons for a fucking hot springs trip,” Clive glared at Cid when he returned home. Her piercing blue eyes narrowed at him with her arms crossed against her chest.
“I need a break. It's as simple as that,” Cid shrugged his suit jacket, tossing it onto the couch as he walked past her. His answer made Clive irritated and she grabbed his purple shirt.
“Then go the fuck alone. I need more points for my grade and I don't want to fail,” she hissed at him in anger.
Although it's been more than a year since Clive surrendered herself to him, the 20 year old woman was still feisty. She wouldn’t hesitate to bare her fangs and claws. And that's what made Cid like her more each day, to the point he's obsessed with his gorgeous butterfly.
He doesn't know if he can call it love, but he will do anything to keep her by his side. Even if it means kidnapping her to a hot spring.
He grabbed her hands, and swept her legs, making her tumble onto the couch with him towering on top of her. “Lest you forget, you're mine, Clive. You must obey your master's order,” he nibbled on her earlobe, one of her sensitive spots, and smirked in delight when she started squirming.
It didn’t take long for their clothes to come off and be scattered on the floor and on top of the coffee table. Clive gripped the couch’s arm tightly while she moaned loudly when Cid fucks her.
Ah, she's the best woman he's ever fucked, Cid mused, thrusting his hips harder into her wet cunt. She felt amazing that he wants to bury his cock inside her forever, to keep hearing her lustful voice screaming his name.
Cid finished deep inside of Clive, letting go of his frustration and stress for the day. She comes after Cid rubbed her sensitive clit and she went boneless in his arms after her orgasm.
“You will come with me and entertain me. That's an order,” Cid whispered into her ear before claiming her lips in a bruising kiss.
Much to Clive's disappointment, she canceled her classes and joined Cid for the hot springs trip.
She may be annoyed with him but she’s not denying that the location of the inn is gorgeous. An eastern style hot springs inn with a cluster of traditional buildings nestled among the mountains and trees, a hidden gem in nature.
Cid booked one of the buildings, an entire private wing for themselves. People would get scared if they knew there's a Yakuza staying and it will be bad business for the inn. Charon will have his head if that happens.
The room they're staying in is a huge traditional style room with a beautiful garden and a personal outdoor hot spring s pool.
This was Clive's first experience with a private pool, and to be honest, she's feeling excited about trying new things but she won't tell Cid that. Ever.
But Cid somehow knew, and he's going to pamper her to the maximum. He let one of the staff teach her how to wear a Yukata, ordered various eastern cuisines for her to try, and told her various stories when they strolled through the garden.
Clive enjoyed herself, somewhat forgiving Cid for dragging her into this place. It was perfect and she would have rewarded him with a kiss to his cheek till he brought her to the hot springs bath…
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The outdoor public bath was huge, and it's only for the two of them to enjoy. Clive tied her hair into a bun, and wrapped her body with a towel to give some modesty. She stopped right at the edge of the pool, feeling the steam rising up. The scenery was gorgeous with trees surrounding them. She's about to enter the hot springs when Cid stopped her.
“We need to wash ourselves first before entering the springs. Come here, I'll show you how,” he grinned widely, and Clive narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“Remove your towel and sit here. I'll wash you,” Cid beckoned her with his hand and Clive obeyed hesitantly. She sat with a tensed back when his calloused hands started to wash her back. Maybe she's suspecting something since it's Cid but she can never be sure with him.
“Just relax. I know your studies have been making you stressed lately,” he started to massage her stiff shoulders. His thumbs kneaded her knotted muscles, and Clive groaned in delight, feeling so good till she closed her eyes.
He rubbed her skin, and Cid couldn’t help but to smile at her crimson butterflies and roses tattoo on her neck to her left shoulder. He traced the beautiful butterflies with a finger.
Shivers ran up Clive’s spine. She turned around to face Cid with a pout. “You said you'll wash me.”
Cid chuckled and pecked her lips in apology. “Sorry my dear, just admiring those pretty butterflies and roses. They suit you well.”
He continued to wash her till he cupped her breasts in his palms, smiling at Clive’s slight glare at him. She knew he would do this.
“Cid!” she complained when her breasts were being fondled by him. It didn’t help that the soap made everything slippery, and caused the pleasure to spike higher.
He ignored her whine, continued to play with her breasts before leaning to whisper against her ear. “What? I'm cleaning you up. Every nook and cranny,” he trailed his fingers with every syllable of words right down to slide his finger against her cunt, and Clive arched her back.
“Fuck you– ah! You said that you came here to relax,” Clive hissed when he slipped a finger into her cunt, fingering her with slow thrusts.
“Oh, I am relaxing,” he grinned then moaned when Clive began to moan, joining her voice with his.
Clive unconsciously spread her legs wider, gripping Cid’s biceps tightly. His skillful fingers were the same, playing her body like an instrument and making her feel so good. He knows where to touch, pressing all of her buttons to make her lose herself from the building pleasure.
Suddenly Cid pulled his fingers out, feeling giddy at Clive whining loudly. “Your turn to wash me, Clive. Be a good girl and I'll reward you.”
They switched places. Cid sat on the stool while Clive knelt behind him, washing his back first. She studied his tattoo on his back, never had the chance to properly look at it before. The tattoo took up the whole of his back and it looked amazing.
Ixion looked like he was ready to jump out from Cid’s skin. The purple lilies’ petals looked so soft to touch. The thunderstorm in the background looked like it would strike you down.
The more she washed his back, she found various scars on his body. Each one is different from the other and she can't help but to wonder about it. From blade cuts to bullet wounds. What’s the story to each one and how much he had to fight to stay alive.
Clive yelped when Cid suddenly grabbed her, pulling her to his front. She fell face first into his chest with her arms dangling between his spread legs. Something poked her in the front and she pulled back to see his half hard cock.
He smirked at her flushed face before giving her an order. “Wash it with your breasts.”
“Just say you want a titty fuck– Ngh!” She glared at him before sliding his cock between her breasts.
Cid pinched her nipples as punishment. “No talking back to your master. Have you forgotten your place, my dear pet? Now do your duty and don't forget to use your pretty mouth to suck on it. We don’t want to leave any mess behind, do we?”
Clive grumbled before squeezing her breasts together, stroking his big cock to full hardness. The soap made the slide pleasurable and easier to move. The tip of his cock began to bead with precum, smearing it on top of Clive’s breasts.
Cid grunted in delight. But something is missing…
Cid pushed her head down, making sure her lips wrapped around his cock and held her head there. “I said to use your mouth, pet. Do you want to be punished?”
His deep voice made Clive shiver, and she resumed her activity, this time with her mouth bobbing up and down to please him.
Low moans echoed as Cid closed his eyes, enjoying her service. It felt good and he's proud that he taught her how to do this. He cums without warning, and Clive slightly choked on his cum that suddenly filled her mouth. She tried to swallow all of it.
Cid stared with dark eyes at his dear pet, smirking when he spotted a dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth. “Oh look, you spilled some. I have to punish you now .”
He shoved her back till she hit the wooden wall. He quickly raised her up, using the wall as support and she gasped at the sudden change of positions. He pressed his still hard cock into her, throwing away any thoughts of pampering her to roughly fuck her.
Clive wailed from the sudden pain and pleasure, clawing at the wall to brace herself. It hurts from the sudden penetration and how hard he’s fucking her, but also it also felt so good. He's hitting her good spot without mercy.
“I'm sorry– Ah ah! Master! Forgive me– Aah!” tears flowed down her cheeks and she begged for mercy. It was getting too much and she's aching for release.
“Forgiveness?” Cid whispered into her ear, squeezing her breasts hard till she hissed in pain. “Do you want to come, pet?”
Clive nodded furiously, giving him the most puppy eyes ever. “Yes. I want to come. Please, Master. Let me come. Please!”
He sighed fondly. Cid could never refuse her adorable puppy eyes. She's so cute when she does it, especially with a flushed face and teary eyes like this.
“Fine. Then come. Come for me, my butterfly.” Clive threw her head back, clawed the wall even more when Cid thrusted into her hard. He fucked her faster and harder than before, making her see stars while she screamed in pleasure.
Her body twitches violently when she reached her orgasm. Eyes rolled to the back of her head and she barely felt warmth bursting into her womb when Cid cummed deep inside of her.
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Clive's mind was hazy when she slowly came back to her senses, finding herself sitting on Cid's lap in the hot springs. The Yakuza wiped her body with a wet towel, gently cleaning her up.
She sighed in content, resting her head on his wet broad shoulders, closing her eyes and enjoying the pleasant warmth.
“That felt good, my butterfly. Good girl…” he cooed at her, kissing her damp forehead.
“Is your body okay?” he asked and Clive nodded. She heard him rumble in answer when she pressed her ear to his chest.
A pleasant silence enveloped them. The warmth of the hot springs soothed their sore bodies.
Suddenly, Clive remembered something that she always wanted to ask. “Cid,” she called his name softly, getting a hum in response. “Tell me, why did you come to my apartment back then? Why didn’t you just send your lackeys to tell me about the debt and to collect it? I’ve seen you do it to others so why me?”
He doesn't answer, and Clive sighed in disappointment when suddenly he pulled her for a kiss. She was confused for a minute before she melted into his sweet kiss. Clive has never been kissed so lovingly like this before, this is the first time Cid has done this.
Her blue eyes glazed over after he broke the kiss to answer her. “You caught my attention. True that usually I send my men for that kind of thing, but after I saw your profile and background… I was interested. Especially knowing that your rotten mother sold you like that. I just wanted to see you for myself and I caught a butterfly.”
He caressed her cheek. “My interest in you grew each day and I don't know if I can call this feeling as love since this is the first time I'm feeling it.”
Clive blinked her eyes owlishly at his confession. This Yakuza boss loves her? This man who claimed her, loves her?
Cid noticed her inner turmoil and chuckled, pecking her lips for a chaste kiss. “You don't need to answer. Even if you don't return my feelings, you're still mine and I don't have any intention of letting you go.” He growled possessively and sucked her neck, right next to his levin tattoo on her skin.
Clive moaned when he rubbed his half hard cock against her cunt in the water. The sexual tension was building up again. She tilted her neck and wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Cid left love bites on her skin.
She can't answer him right now, too many thoughts about the whole situation. She needs more time to sort her feelings. And maybe one day… she can return his twisted love.
But one thing’s for sure, Cid owns her. Her body and soul. Like a demon to his contractor.
And he’s someone who's desperately hungry for someone's love for her.
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