Lure
Covering his yawn with a graceful hand, the albino glanced at the security cam keeping watch in the corridor and frowned. A brief check of the metal sensor confirmed that the young woman standing outside his door was unarmed.
All well and good - but what, precisely, was she doing here?
He shook his head, sighing, and glanced at the ancient timepiece on the wall. One p.m. It was far too early for this. He opened the door a crack: Helena smiled tentatively.
"Hello. Um, may I come in?"
"You will, naturally, forgive my asking your business before I allow you entrance…"
"Oh, uh, yes, of course." She coloured, lowering her eyes. "I'm Helena. I'm here…. it's… business, actually. Your kind of business."
For a moment he considered teasing her, pretending not to understand what she meant and increasing her embarrassment by forcing her to be specific. But it was early, he'd only had four hours sleep after a very heavy night, and he was simply too tired to make the effort. He sighed and stood back, opening the door and gesturing her towards the apartment's main room.
She seated herself on one of the low, comfortable black leather sofas and turned to smile at Benten - then paused, her eyes widening. The silvery-blue silk yukata barely covered him to mid-thigh, and was sliding off one shoulder, the ivory skin underneath scarcely less smooth: one pale cream-coloured nipple peeped enticingly over the edge of the fine fabric. She swallowed, hard.
He smiled to himself - he could practically hear her pulse rate rise.
"I usually drink tea on rising. Would you care to join me?"
She nodded speechlessly, and he prowled to the apartment's tiny kitchen, returning a few minutes later bearing a black and red lacquered tray holding a pure white, delicate, almost transparent ceramic kyusu and two fragile yunomi: the fragrant scent of jasmine tea wafted upwards on the wisps of steam from the small teapot. Kneeling on the deep, dark blue rug before the sofa, he placed the tray on a low glass table and poured the tea, handing his guest a cup - then slid up to sit a short distance from her, one leg tucked under him, the yukata only just covering his groin.
"Now, what was it you wished to discuss?"
Helena gazed at the exquisite creature from under lowered lashes. Without their usual red makeup Benten's lips were a warm creamy colour, his nails long and pale and beautifully cared for. His hair was tousled, soft and almost silver in the light from the huge windows. His eyelashes were black - she suspected he had them dyed - and there were the very faintest shadows around his eyes.
He looked, she thought, absolutely, stunningly delicious… She shook herself mentally.
"Um… did I wake you, Benten-sama? If so, I'm sorry."
He waved a hand gracefully, dismissing the issue, and inclined his head. There was only curiosity in the large, blood-red eyes. Emboldened, she continued.
"I want to give a… gift to a friend. The gift of an hour or two in your company, with me."
Pale lips pursed momentarily.
"And the friend - male or female?"
"Male."
"I see…"
There was a moment's pause, then Helena asked diffidently,
"Is that a problem, Benten-sama?"
He smiled.
"Generally speaking, not at all. I am equally at home with both sexes. Might I know his name?"
She swallowed, managed a level voice as she said "Sengoku Syunsuke" - then held her breath, waiting nervously for his reaction. He regarded her levelly.
"Heir to the Nikkoyama Corporation?"
She nodded. He frowned slightly.
"As far as I am aware, his tastes run only to women. Why should you wish to charter my services?"
She hesitated for a moment - but he hadn't said no… Helena threw caution to the winds of heaven and grinned.
"I think it might be a good idea if he - broadened his horizons!"
Benten smiled, very slightly.
"Very well. When and where do you wish the rendezvous to take place - and how much do you wish to spend?"
Helena gazed around the apartment.
"Do you ever - entertain - here?"
He leaned an elbow against the back of the sofa and rested his cheek in his hand.
"Not usually. But I may be prepared to make an exception."
She nodded.
"I'd like that. As to 'when' - would tomorrow be too soon?"
"One moment."
Swallowing, she watched him saunter to an antique western-style desk against the rear wall, gazing at the play of muscle in long slim legs. He really was exquisite…
"I regret that tomorrow will not be convenient." The small book in his hands was obviously some sort of diary. "However, I have no appointments the following evening."
He glanced at her, and she nodded.
"At what time?"
"Eight?"
"That would be acceptable. How long would you wish to stay?"
"I don't know. I mean, I don't know how long this sort of thing…"
She fell silent, biting her lip. He smiled reassuringly.
"Then shall we say, three hours?"
She nodded again.
"How much…?"
"That very much depends on what you wish to do. Do you have any particular preferences?"
She blushed deeply, embarrassed, feeling gauche. He inclined his head.
"It would help me to know what you would like. Are there any particular practises you enjoy?"
She shook her head, lowering her eyes. Benten sighed quietly.
"If you are uncomfortable discussing the subject, perhaps I might suggest that you leave it to me. I assume the intimacy has been simple and straightforward, to date? You have not explored any kind of bondage, or sado-masochism, anything of that nature?"
She nodded, cheeks flaming.
"Would you like to?"
"I don't think so." she managed to gasp.
"Very well. Is there anything that you don't like?"
She pondered the question. In the six months they'd been a couple, she and Sengoku had had a fairly - ordinary - sex life. Not that she was bored or anything like that, oh no! It was just that she wanted to add a little spice to the relationship. And Sengoku had said she could have anything she liked for her birthday, he'd pay for it. She blushed slightly: perhaps she should have told Benten it was actually a gift for herself… But no, if he thought it was for Sengoku he'd most likely pay her partner more attention.
Helena had wondered, on several occasions, what it would be like to see Sengoku with another man. She hadn't dared mention it to anyone, certainly not Sengoku himself, since she'd been rather alarmed by the surge of arousal the thought caused. She was sure it wasn't normal… Then one evening she'd unexpectedly dropped into Sakura's room, to find her friend reading something that looked like a comic. Sakura had blushed and discreetly tried to hide the booklet, but Helena had been too fast. She'd gaped at the beautiful drawings in the comic, her cheeks flaming.
"Sakura? What the fuck is this?"
"Um… it's a doujinshi."
"It's… it's full of men… having sex with men…"
"Hai."
"But…" she'd raised her eyes and stared at her friend. Sakura inclined her head and grinned cheekily.
"How long have you lived here and you've never seen one before?"
Helena shook her head.
"Isn't it a bit… y'know - perverted?"
Sakura scowled.
"Don't be sexist. You must have seen some of the douseiaisha in the city! Some of them are prettier than women!"
"Well, yes, of course - but I didn't realise there were comics about them!"
"Why not? Lots of women find them a huge turn-on."
Helena gaped.
"Really?"
Sakura nodded, then blushed.
"I know I do. And so do a lot of my friends."
Relieved to find she wasn't some kind of sick weirdo, Helena flicked through the comic, stopping every now and then to linger over a particular image.
She'd discovered a whole new world…
She dragged herself back to the present: Benten was watching her patiently, waiting for an answer. She blushed again.
"Um… nothing that I'm aware of, Benten-sama. But I'm not really very experienced…"
He nodded thoughtfully - he'd already gathered that much.
"Would you wish me to…" he hesitated for a moment, then decided to keep his language decorous. His role for this encounter was already taking shape in his mind. "… make love to you as well as to your partner?"
She eyed him nervously. What was it about him that left her feeling so tongue-tied and… and… young?
She swallowed. He was beautiful, and the thought of it made her hot all over. But what would Sengoku think of the idea? Then again, it was her birthday gift…
"I don't know."
Benten moved a little closer, cupping her face in one elegant hand, and she suppressed a shiver, gazing into glowing crimson eyes. He smiled, his voice a low, purring murmur.
"Perhaps I can help you decide…"
She closed her eyes as he brushed the first kiss over her temple, another delicately against her eyelid, a third on a cheekbone…
She stifled a moan as his lips moved lower, tracing the contour of her jaw, following the vein down the length of her neck and settling at the base of her throat as he eased open the top of the loosely enveloping black tunic she'd decided was the best thing to wear to meet him. He ran a nailtip very gently down the curve of her breast, making her shiver and raising goosebumps, then followed the path of his finger with his tongue, pausing to lick leisurely around her areola as his hand moved to cup the other breast, rubbing his thumb over the top of a rapidly hardening nipple. And to her absolute astonishment, as he took the other into his mouth, biting very gently, a fast, intense orgasm speared through her, leaving her shaking. He pulled away from her breast, kissing the nipple then lightly nipping at the other before sitting back up and carefully pulling the tunic back into place.
"That was… that was…"
He smiled.
"I'm pleased that you enjoyed it. Would I be right in assuming that loveplay between you and Sengoku-san is usually a little hurried, not allowing you the time to relish the experience?"
She nodded wryly, still trying to catch her breath.
"It is… now…" But that's what six months of familiarity'll do for you…
"Then perhaps we may redress that unfortunate - omission… Do either of you have any preference as to food and drink?"
She gazed at him blankly, and he inclined his head, his low voice amused.
"For such an occasion a repast is appropriate - to allow you to recover your strength, afterwards."
"Oh… Uh, well…" she frowned. Most of the time when they were together they only spared the time to snack - off each other, usually… "Pâté, salsa," she bent her head to hide the blush the memory of that one raised! "cream, puréed strawberries…"
He raised a hand, eyes twinkling mischievously under the fringe of frosty hair.
"I understand. I believe I can accommodate your tastes."
She grinned.
"And we like good red wine. And sake."
He nodded gravely.
"Very well… Now, I trust you'll forgive my mentioning something as sordid as money…"
She nodded, interrupting him.
"No object." After all, Sengoku was paying, and he was simply loaded.
"Very well." Benten rose to his feet, allowing Helena a fleeting glimpse of the soft white hair at his groin and laughing to himself as she blushed yet again. She was deliciously easy to tease. "In that case, I will see you at eight, in two days time. Unless there is anything else you wish to discuss?"
She shook her head, bright blonde hair swinging.
"No. I'll leave everything in your more-than-capable hands."
It took her all of five minutes after leaving Benten's top-floor apartment to realise the enormity of what she'd done. Sengoku was going to hit the roof when he found out - perhaps she should go back and cancel… Then she set her jaw, scowling. No. He'd said 'anything you like', dammit, and she wanted to see him with Benten. She had a sneaking suspicion he found the albino at least attractive (and the occasional muttered 'Benten' while he was sleeping reinforced the notion; it was extremely unlikely he was referring to the Chinese goddess of good fortune!)
Helena was not above stirring it when she felt she needed a pick-me-up.
"So where're we going?"
"It's a surprise." Fuck is it going to be a surprise!
Sengoku frowned.
"Just what have you got planned?"
She pouted at him.
"You said I could have anything I liked! Well, I've chosen, and I expect you to keep your promise. You're going to be involved, and I want you to behave. Properly. No swearing. And no violence! And you have to join in. Promise?"
"Fuck it, girl, what the hell have you done!"
"Promise?"
"Not unless you tell me what you've fucking done!"
She slid closer to him on the back seat of the car and slid a hand under his waistband, past the swelling erection and down to cup his balls - which she then gripped tightly enough to make him wince.
"Promise. Now." She squeezed.
"Fuck!! OK, OK, I fucking promise! Now let go before you cause any permanent damage!"
Slightly mollified, she released him. Sengoku always kept his promises. Though that might change after this evening…
Helena tapped at the door, Sengoku beside her frowning around the featureless corridor as they waited for the door to open…
Helena's eyes widened appreciatively. Benten's thigh-length yukata was red this time, the same deep crimson as his eyes - and nails and lips. A heavy silver torc studded with facetted red jewels encircled his neck, and matching bangles emphasised the slenderness of his wrists. There were more of the red gems sparkling in his hair.
Sengoku gaped, then rounded on Helena.
"You fucking…"
She grinned.
"Ah ah… you promised…"
"You didn't tell me it involved that… prancing little faggot!"
Benten smirked.
"Prancing little bisexual, please."
"Fuck off, slut!"
The albino sighed.
"Such a pity. And Helena-chan has gone to such lengths to make this an enjoyable gift…"
Sengoku stared at them both, speechless, and Helena took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist, stretching up to kiss him.
"But you did promise. Are you going to break your word?"
Reluctantly, he shook his head, snarling "I'll get you for this!" in her ear as she pushed him into the apartment…
It was warm, the only light that from the myriad lights of the city shining through the vast windows. Quiet flute music sounded from hidden speakers, three open bottles of deep red wine, a flask of sake, and an assortment of snacks rested on the low glass table, which had been pushed to one side to make room for the thick, silky fur blanket that had been laid on the floor, its surface scattered with silk-covered cushions.
It was all thoroughly decadent, and Helena felt her groin tighten. Benten gestured them to be seated on the fur.
"What do you wish to drink?"
Sengoku muttered something that sounded suspiciously like how about your fucking blood, straight from the neck? but Helena jabbed him in the ribs and smiled at the albino.
"Wine, please."
Benten poured three generous glasses, handed two to his guests, then knelt before them, his own goblet held in both hands, raising it in salute.
"Your very good health."
"Yeah, kan-fuckin-pai to you too." muttered Sengoku, draining his glass in one draught. Helena scowled.
"Don't spoil my birthday treat, please."
Benten had risen gracefully to his feet and poured Sengoku another glass of wine, then knelt back down, his hands resting on his thighs.
"How may I serve you?"
Helena blinked. Sengoku nearly choked on his mouthful of wine.
"What?"
The albino inclined his head.
"You have paid for my services for three hours. What would you like me to do…" he smiled, his eyes gleaming. He'd decided to let the pair have the upper hand - to start with. "…or do to me."
"How about rip your fuckin' head off?"
Benten shook his head regretfully.
"Ah, no, I'm afraid that isn't in my repertoire. However," he untied the yukata, allowing the silk to slide down his shoulders, "I'm sure you can think of something more - pleasurable to do with me."
Helena gaped. There were more red-jewelled bracelets around his upper arms - and strands of sparkling red gems on silver chains hanging from the tight nipple clamps turning his dark ivory flesh a pinker hue. Sengoku swallowed, and Helena was aware of the stirring at his groin. Benten rose to his feet, the blood-red silk thong barely covering his groin, and turned to reach for the wine bottle: Helena itched to cup her hands around those creamy little buttocks…
Benten acted as though they were simply friends meeting up for a drink - though he took great care to ensure Sengoku's glass remained full. And after a little while the Nikkoyama heir relaxed, pulling Helena to him and shoving a hand up under her close fitting top. She pushed him away, tutting - and pulled off the shirt.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Sengoku stared - then swung to glare at Benten, who remained kneeling with no outward show of noticing anything amiss. Helena smiled.
"Benten, please take off the thong."
He stood, fluidly, and unhesitatingly undid the side ties, allowing the scrap of silk to slide from his hips…
Helena licked her lips at the sight. (So did Sengoku, though he didn't realise it: by now he was, if not quite drunk, then certainly more than a little intoxicated.) The matching jewellery went all the way: Benten's pale, thickset cock and taut balls were circled by a heavy silver chain, tiny red gems sparkling against the frosty white curls. Almost hypnotised by the sight, Helena beckoned him close.
"Can we really order you about?"
He nodded gravely.
"For three hours, certainly. Within reason."
She grinned and wriggled out of the tight trousers she'd worn, then lay back, spreading her legs wide. Sengoku choked out a startled, wordless objection but she glowered at him.
"Don't you dare! I'm going to enjoy myself even if you don't want to!" She turned back to the albino. "I want you to lick me. Slowly."
He raised an eyebrow, then lowered his face to her groin…
If there was a heaven, it had to be something very close to this. Benten took his time, tongue licking and flicking at every last little piece of her, nipping her outer lips, then stroking the smooth channel between inner and outer before sucking the inner labia in turn into his mouth, nibbling gently… tracing soft folds of flesh up to her clit, by now flushed, erect and hard - then bypassing it to bite delicately at her hipbones as she moaned with delighted frustration, his hands teasing her nipples… when he finally sucked the throbbing little organ into his mouth, suckling firmly, she screamed and came, hands fisting in his soft hair, thighs trapping his head as she shuddered and pulsed…
"Ohhhh godsssss…"
Her legs relaxed and for long moments she lay still, panting hoarsely as Benten ghosted delicate little kisses over the still quivering flesh between her legs. Then, gathering herself, she rolled onto her side and smiled sweetly at Sengoku, who was staring at her open-mouthed.
"Now, honey, I'd like you to fuck Benten. If that's alright with you," she added, glancing apologetically at the albino. He inclined his head.
"Of course, Helena-san." He pushed himself upright and gestured to a small side table next to one of the sofas. "There is lubricant over there."
Sengoku growled, trying not to look at the albino's erection.
"How about if I just take you dry, pretty-boy?"
Benten shrugged.
"Well, if you insist. But if you have never done this before you might find it a little - uncomfortable. The lubricant will make the experience more pleasurable for you."
"Oh stop fuss-assing around and just get the stuff!" Helena grumbled. "I'll put it on for you."
Sengoku's mouth open and closed a few times, but he really couldn't find anything to say. And although he'd rather die than admit it, he found that pale, slender body rather… exciting. As evinced by the painfully tight bulge at his groin. Obediently he grabbed the tube and handed it to Helena. She stared at him, then laughed.
"Helps if you take your clothes off, you pillock!"
Glaring at her Sengoku dragged off his clothing, easing the leather trousers over his aching erection. Seeing Helena… eaten like that, watching and listening to her come, was just so fucking erotic… Right now he just wanted a hole to fuck. Anything would do. Benten would do very nicely. He still hadn't forgiven the little bastard for that put-down at the Kujaku Klub…
He bit his tongue as Helena smoothed the cool lube on his dick, then glared at Benten, sitting back on his heels with his thighs apart.
"On your hands and knees, bitch."
Benten obliged, grinning to himself. Oh, big tough hard man! Just you wait… Then he winced, eyes snapping tightly shut, as Sengoku shoved into him without warning. Shit, the guy was big! Gritting his teeth against the pain he forced himself to relax, trying to angle himself so that at least he got some pleasure out of this part of the game…
For his part, Sengoku was grinning manically, hands gripping the thin hips below him bruisingly tightly, slamming in and out of the tightest sheath of flesh he'd ever known. Fuckin' hell… no wonder the fags loved this so much. It felt… ohhh, it felt so fucking good… And the power, whispered a little voice in his head. He's haunted you so long, laughing at you - now he's at your mercy. You have control…
Helena frowned, subliminally aware of Benten's suddenly tensed body. She couldn't see his face - his head hung forwards, his heavy hair obscuring what little she could have made out given the muted light in the room. But something wasn't quite right. And Sengoku had seemed a bit - violent - when he'd thrust forwards… She moved to sit cross-legged in front of the albino, gently raising his face, biting her lip at the expression of pain on the fine features.
"Do you want me to stop it?"
He shook his head.
"No. It's OK. I've known worse."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure… ng…."
He bit his lip, snapping his head back as Sengoku rammed hard one last time and came, jerking back and forth in small, powerful movements. Seconds later he pulled out roughly, watching in satisfaction as his semen oozed from the small… sexy… ass…
"Satisfied now, are we?"
Sengoku dragged his eyes to Helena, who was glaring at him, thin-lipped. Then she smiled, slowly, and he felt unaccountably cold…
"Benten, I'd like you to fuck me, now."
"Fuck, no!" Sengoku's voice was harsh. Helena smirked.
"And after you've fucked me, I'd like you to fuck Sengoku…"
Benten glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes glittering.
"It would be my pleasure…"
And he was good, Helena admitted to herself as she came for the third time, Benten buried deeply in her as Sengoku fondled her tits. Oh yes, this was wonderful…
But…
She flopped back onto the fur with a satisfied sigh and smiled up into the beautiful face above her.
"Thank you…."
He smiled gently.
"It was my pleasure…"
She chuckled.
"Are you still up to it? Fucking Sengoku, I mean."
Benten pulled slowly out of her, still erect and by now aching, and unfastened the metal chain cockring with an inaudible sigh, wincing as the blood flow resumed.
"Oh, I believe so."
They both turned to gaze at the Nikkoyama heir. Who paled.
"You're… really fucking serious…?"
Helena smirked.
"Of course!"
Sengoku hastily refilled his glass and downed it in one, pouring another immediately. This had to be a fucking nightmare… But he'd promised… Never promise anything ever again…
Though… now he came to think about it, half drunk as he was…
Benten was very pretty. And Helena wanted it. She was enjoying herself, he could tell, her eyes sparkling, that gorgeous little cat-smile touching her lips. She'd be willing to do anything for him, if he let her get away with this…
And… it might be interesting to feel it from the other side…
"… fucking get it over with…."
He felt the albino behind him, easing his buttocks apart, something slippery and hard nudging against the entrance to his body. He tensed.
"It will hurt if you don't relax."
The low, purring voice close to his ear was seductive, and he responded, loosening clenched muscle and forcing himself to breathe deeply… there was pressure, then something gave, and suddenly a thick, hot cock was pushing into him, slowly, pulling out then forcing in a little deeper - then touching something inside…
He whimpered. Helena cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, hard and long, and for a moment he forgot what was happening behind him, until another thrust against that spot inside sent a jolt of pleasure ripping through him.
Then Benten pulled him up onto his knees, winking at Helena over his shoulder. Her eyes widened delightedly - and she manoeuvred herself over Sengoku's thighs until she could lower herself onto his erection, her legs spread wide as Benten's pounding forced her lover's throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her aching cunt…
Sengoku cried out as he came, pulling Benten into his own climax and collapsing against Helena - who came herself, as much from the sheer eroticism of the situation as from the stimulation. They held still for a few seconds, then collapsed into a sprawled heap on the fur.
"Oh… fuck…"
Benten moved to rest on one elbow, smiling at the hot, sticky pair beside him, waiting for them to recover. Helena grinned tiredly up at him.
"Benten-sama…. Thank you."
He inclined his head.
"You are most welcome. And you are both most welcome, also, to use my bathroom if you wish to shower…"
Well, thought Helena to herself, as a way to jog her memory that they'd only agreed a three hour slot, that was quite a delicate reminder… She smiled.
"That's really thoughtful of you! Thanks. She prodded the somnolent Sengoku, who grunted and seemed severely disinclined to move. "C'mon, you! Shower!"
He growled, but allowed her to drag him through to the small room.
Midnight. Benten had tidied the room and also showered, cleaning himself of Sengoku's semen and the various other fluids streaking his body, and was now relaxing with a pot of jasmine tea as he gazed out over the coruscating lights of the city.
It had been an interesting assignation. He found himself liking Helena, to his surprise. He thought she deserved better than Sengoku, but it wasn't his place to interfere. And Sengoku? The guy thought with his dick - it would get him into trouble one of these days…
Benten glanced towards the corner of the room, to where the video camera was hidden, and smiled. He didn't make a habit of blackmail - far too crude for his refined tastes - but it never did any harm to protect one's tail, as it were…
His mind strayed to the cupboard full of - interesting - items he had in his bedroom, suddenly struck by an irresistible vision of Sengoku fettered and bridled and wearing one of the delightful 'pony tail' butt plugs he had in his collection…
Maybe he should invite them both back for a repeat session….
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