Gilded Cage

Lillian tightened her thighs around his hips and pressed her body against him, feeling a sheer desperation to become one with this man. Her nipples brushed his chest. Her belly on his. His cock penetrated her so deeply, she felt him in places she never knew existed, pulsing and grinding, causing raw, spine-deep sensations of pleasure to explode from her depths.

Hot. Wickedly mind-bending unadulterated ecstasy.

And Lillian loved every bit of it.

Brandon kissed her as he pummelled like an incessant jackhammer, pounding her with short, rapid, ravenous thrusts. He seemed to love fucking her with the metal balls inside her pussy. He palmed her ass, anchoring her as he pistoned in and out faster, harder and rougher.

Lillian fisted his hair and crushed her lips on his, kissing him greedily. Brandon mauled her back, pushing his tongue into the cavern of her mouth, fucking, plundering her in the same way as his cock plundered her cunt.

His breath laboured. Hers too. She yowled. He groaned. The opera of whimpers of lust filled the bathroom. Ecstasy climbed in a fevered pitch. Her body shuddered. Li

llian tore her mouth from his. She tensed.

“B-Brandon…I…”

“Come for me, babe. Come…” Brandon bucked and thrust harder.

She cried. “I…”

He slammed faster.

Then it hit her. Lillian screamed, climaxing hard. Red and white fireworks burst before her eyes. Exquisite pleasure consumed her whole while Brandon pounded twice, thrice into her cunt and orgasmed. His breath seared her cheek. Sweat dripping. Juice gushing. Half-formed words rasped from his mouth as his cock spasmed in her cunt, flooding her with his seed.

Lillian wanted to collapse after the violent orgasm, but Brandon held her tight while murmuring some endearments that made her feel cherished.

“Babe.” Brandon found her lips and kissed her deeply.

She squirmed and tightened her muscles, choking his semi-flaccid cock.

“Oh shit.” He fidgeted. It seemed he couldn’t stand being squeezed that way.

She had to do it again.

Brandon cursed. “Naughty girl.”

“I am.”

Brandon pulled out his cock and slipped a finger into her pussy, extracting the Ben Wa balls. The gold metal balls glistened from the juices of their mating. “I’m keeping these.”

“You can’t use them.” Lillian arched her eyebrows. “Or can you?”

“Silly girl. They’re for you. These might come in handy if you’re in the mood for a naughty nooner again.”

“Ah.”

The sky was dark when he and Lillian entered Roppongi. Since the Yakuza were watching the train stations and other public transportations, Donahue had given them a motorcycle to get around the city. The muggy summer evening air blanketed them, laced with the smell of perfume, cigarettes and the delicious aroma that wafted from the nearby restaurants. The area was famous for its nightlife. The brilliant neon signs and lights from the tall buildings, clubs, cafes and all kind of entertainments establishment, both legal and barely legal, competed against each other to lure patronage from business people who wanted to have after-hours fun with hardcore, scantily clad party girls. Brandon glanced at his watch. It was only six p.m., but the night-goers were already swarming the streets. Roppongi attracted the highest concentration of expatriates in Tokyo, and being gaijin, foreigners, Brandon felt confident they’d blend in well with the general population.

Lillian gawked at everything as they ditched the bike and walked to Donahue’s place. Brandon felt sorry for her, thinking the best years of her life had been blindly robbed from her. Caged in the family penthouse in Blackwell Tower, with an uncaring father and subjected to Stanford’s abuse without friends she could talk to—not to mention being deprived from basic sustenance—he was surprised that Lillian hadn’t fallen apart. That girl was strong. And she had spunk. She was very curious, too. Brandon loved her curious-cat persona. God, he loved everything about her.

She squeezed his hand and leaned into his ear. “When we’re in America, can you take me to a club?”

“Dance club?”

“Yes. I want to see dance clubs. And barbeque restaurants. Oh, homemade ice cream parlours, too, like I see on the Internet.”

Food and fun. Why of course. The lady was a cheap date. Brandon grinned. “Sure, babe.”

“Arigato.”