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silverwolfcc) wrote2022-08-18 05:34 pm
silverwolfcc) wrote2022-08-18 05:34 pm
Entry tags:
Kaoru Rindo / Kotone Awaki // This Kind of Thing...
Pairing: Kaoru Rindo / Kotone Awaki
Fandom: Cafe Enchante
Rating: XXX
Spoiler Warning: Nah, it literally doesn't spoiler anything even if you 100% the game because it's more horror than dating sim in canon so I want to "fix" that.
Author's Note: I have an oyaji itch that must be scratched
As he started to leave the Expressway to head back to the cafe; my cafe, I couldn't help but notice how tightly he had the steering wheel gripped in both hands. I was sure that under his black leather wristless driving gloves, his knuckles had to be white. I looked around at the other vehicles, but there wasn't anyone that could be making him so wary. "Am I making you nervous?" I inquired gently. Maybe thinking about his family was a bit much for him right now? I worried briefly he was reminded of our age gap, maybe his younger sister was an unfriendly reminder he only met me through his work -- but in that case, I wanted to remind him that we were both taking this date to learn how to relax, and work less.
"What makes you say that?" his eyes flickered in curiosity and amusement at me, his tone a repeat of when I asked if he was having fun with his coworker friend.
I hummed quietly, and answered easily, "You seem a bit tense."
He laughed cheerfully at that. "Perhaps you are not the only one who forgets that work isn't the epitome of existence on Earth." Aha! I knew it! But I didn't get a chance to gloat as he continued. "Truthfully Kotone-chan, I'm finding it a bit difficult to will myself to let you go so easily." I flushed with pleasure trying to think of what to say. "Of course, you do need to get your sleep, and I shouldn't risk Misyr's wrath over a curfew, but are you quite relaxed now?"
Once again, I hummed quietly, thinking it over to myself.
Although Mr. Rindo gave me time to think it over, and didn't seem to want to pressure me, he seemed to sense my reluctance to answer right away and added with a jovial grin, "Oh, perhaps I'm just seeking an excuse, because I'm enjoying your company so much, I don't want the night to end."
I beamed, latching onto the way out he gave me. "You've done an excellent job revealing to me how overworked I am, it's true. Maybe that is why I don't want to end things yet either, ne?" I gave him a shy coy grin.
He latched onto it with a big one of his own, but his knuckles on the steering wheel got even tighter when I thought it was impossible! "We could drive by the shore then, if you'd like. Ah, I'll make sure not to go someplace too secluded." Gentlemanly.
"I wouldn't mind it being a little secluded," I murmured softly, rubbing my feet together in thought.
"Eh?" he gulped. "Ah! I see," he laughed, "Too many people can be overwhelming, and you probably haven't had much time to yourself lately."
I nodded. That was true, but not what I was talking about. "You're doing it again," I pointed out, still gently.
"Doing what?" Both eyes were steady on the road, like he was a professional racecar driver, with precious treasure in the passenger seat, instead of us being two workaholics out to remember how to relax and be human when our professional lives were all about the fantasy non-human realm, and inhuman contrasts.
"Gripping the steering wheel like it's the last bit of sugar cane in the whole world." He laughed at my metaphor, and I added, "And you can't say it's because you don't want to bring me back, since we agreed to keep going a little longer."
"Oh?" he arched an eyebrow, "But what if I want to kidnap you forever?"
My eyes darted to his throat and belt line where Canus and Ignis had told me to respond with any violence if necessary. I should probably call to let them know if I wanted to stay out longer too.
"Joking, joking, of course," he forced one gloved hand off the wheel, to wave it in a breezy manner, and then gently held it over his eyes for a few seconds. I had a feeling he was trying to test me, to see if I would want to bolt now, and try to go back. Either to force himself to return me, or see how blurry the lines were that I would let him cross.
"And how does gripping the steering wheel stop you from kinapping me?" I smiled genuinely.
I don't think I imagined that some of the tension left him, and when both hands were back on the steering wheel, not only were they more relaxed, but the car went a lot faster.
"Oh?" he beamed. "Good point." He held up a hand again, as though confessing. "You've got me. It's not about kidnapping, I'm just trying to avoid touching you."
"Touching me?" This time it was my turn to be surprised. I guess it's only fair, given how I kept surprising him.
"Yes," he nodded with a smile. "Not because of Misyr's warning." 5 seconds and Misyr would burn Kaoru's hands enough not to be able to touch anything again. Something like that. So overprotective; they all said. "But in the interest of helping you relax, I don't want you stuck feeling like you need to fend off an old man's advances."
My mouth was open, and I was a little bit at a loss for words. So this is what dating mature men is like. My brain scrambled to respond, but all I could say was, "I don't -- I don't, I wouldn't think that way at all." No. Nowhere near good enough. "T-Truthfully..." I stammered, and rubbed my feet together feeling like a flustered schoolgirl instead of a mature adult woman, a professional business owner. "I was hoping you would... I want to get to know you better, um..." Oh no... Was I moving too fast? Was that too bold? Would he read too much into it? Why were words so difficult? Instead of the regulars' at Enchante's violent advice, I remembered Il's otome games, which usually did better with actions instead of words. Of course, otome isn't real life, but even so, I shifted in my seat to lean a little closer to Kaoru.
"Oh? I see," his eyes glowed, and he shifted gears in the car to drive along the coast. As his hand came back up off the stick shift, he gave my shoulders a small testing squeeze. Although he said he wasn't afraid of Misyr's warning, I noticed he was still careful to keep under the five second limit. Possibly just a coincidence, but maybe he didn't want to tempt fate either. "Stop me before you get anything close to uncomfortable, promise?" he requested. "I could never forgive myself if my desire to help you relax backfired in the opposite direction."
"I promise!" I was eager to experience more of what a mature man had to offer, the electric thrill of what could have even been a grandfatherly gesture was nowhere near enough to sate my curiosity. I noticed him looking at the clock and I wanted him to know something approximately like that. "I know you said you're worried about my schedule, but I can't sleep like this anyway. I'm still--" Oh no. I faltered here! What could I possibly say that wouldn't be too embarrassing? Wired. Wide awake wanting to know more about him, and our possible chemistry. "Curious..." I admitted with a small stammer and a nervous giddy laugh.
"Oh?" he rested a gloved hand on my knee. 1, 2, 3, 4. Gone before 5 again. It surely was intentional. "Then would more questions, and answers help?"
"Yes..." I did want to know more, after all. And I was grateful he made the offer, since it would have been much too rude to continue otherwise.
A wider smile. "Okay. But this time I get to ask escalating questions back." There was a sparkle of something devilish in his eyes.
Wait... "Escalating?" I wasn't confused, I don't think, but I wasn't sure what he meant by that either.
"Mm-hm," he brushed his fingers over mine. The black leather was rough and I was dying to know what his real fingertips felt like underneath it. 1, 2, 3. A deep breath, and I swear I could see him internally counting too, as he picked up my hand, and kissed the top of it. His lips were masculine and firm, but still somehow silky soft, and my mind wandered instantly. It was only 4 seconds from the time he picked it up to his lips, and fingers leaving mine, but it felt like he managed to cram a year or more into that short time. And damn him, I already wanted more somehow?! "That is how I'll find the line," he was smiling again. Something about his smile was almost as electrifying as his touch. I wondered what it was. "And then I can say 'Aha, this is where I'll stop.'" I shifted in my seat again a little nervous, and a childish fidget. I desperately wanted more and to jump in like a cannonball.
"You are one of those people that has to ease into the ocean's cold, hm?" I said, speaking of the practice of some swimmers, the ones who went slowly, trying to adjust to the temperature difference.
Brown eyes glittered with amusement. This time he picked up my pointer finger and licked the tip. I failed to count how many seconds it lasted, I was a little too mesmerized by the action. "Not at all," he beamed.
Now I understood. He was taunting me. Even more than just a test, he was daring me to tell him the line. To stop him from going too far. To be the first to get too nervous and call it quits. Joke's on him though, I was enjoying this kind of game more than I thought he could keep up with. "When was your last girlfriend?" I blurted out. I was going to prove he should be a lot more nervous about my questions than not touching me!"
He did have to pause to think it over and react himself, "Define girlfriend."
"You must have had a girlfriend before," I pouted in spite of myself.
"Yes," he answered calmly enough, slowing the car down in a higher traffic area, even this late. I wondered if that was a metaphor or something. "But it's been many years, and a steady girlfriend wouldn't normally work with my work schedule," had admittedly coolly.
What did I mean by that? "Um, date then. When was the time you went on a date..."
He turned his head fully to me at the stop light and without his usual smirk, just a slightly mocking grin. "Tonight."
"I don't mean with me!" I wailed in spite of myself. That cheater! "I mean before me!"
He chuckled at my reactions, and after some party club goers crossed the street, he went down a slightly less busy way. "Date, date," he narrowed his eyes in thought. "Well, it couldn't have been that long, right?" His face scrunched up. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I suddenly realized if he'd had a lot of one-night affairs, I didn't want to know.
I shook my head, "Ah, no! I mean... um... someone you went on more than one date with. That..."
"Oh? Good definition!" He praised my definition, and I didn't want to admit it but I was pleased with how he reacted. "That would be.... before you," I tilted my head, waiting for him to figure it out. "Eight years?"
I nearly fell over, and I think if I wasn't buckled in, I would have! "That long?" I tried to keep my tone as mild as possible, and stop my eyes from widening. "Ah, you must have lots of casual wom--"
Rindo put a finger over my lips to prevent me from finishing the line. "No," he stated quite firmly, "Not at all." A smile, almost mocking himself, "As I said, I'm a workaholic. Eight years ago is when they assigned me to Cafe Enchante." 1, 2, 3, I missed the feel of his touch already somehow, though I could already tell from the lingering scent of leather tickling my nostrils it was going to become permanently fused in my brain. There was a strange weight in my chest. Was Mr. Rindo lonely from only knowing non-humans? Was he latching onto me as the only human woman to enter his life? It was a furtherance of the game. An escalation even. He tried to tell me not to take over the cafe, he tried to push me away, to scare me, even while dating me. What a strange man.
"But the regulars all think you're a ladies' man," I narrowed my eyes, glancing at the moonlit ocean. It was so beautiful, but I was really torn between what I wanted to view more, him or the sea. He seemed to sense it, and pulled towards a popular tourist spot, that even had viewfinders and few other parked cars and people outside enjoying the remainder of the night.
"Well, your grandfather often tried to set me up on dates," he waved a hand breezily again as I internally wailed, Grandfather! for the dozenth time since taking over the cafe. "I really do wonder what the non-humans think of humans. They seem to have a very skewed perspective," he gave a wry grin. I buried my face in my hands in exasperation for a little bit. I wondered what that meant for me, but I decided not to pursue that line of wonder as only bad things could come of it. "Now you, your turn," Kaoru accidentally shocked me out of my concerns. What did he mean by that?! That I was his new girlfriend? New date? Or that the regulars would try to set me up -- oh! Isn't that exactly what Misyr had done?
"W-What?" I stammered, blinking. I hadn't even noticed he'd found a parking spot, even though the car was left idling.
"When was your last boyfriend?" Rindo's eyes were full of mischief.
Oh! My turn to be questioned! Right. "Um. College." Hahah. Of course. It had seemed really long ago, until I heard that Mr. Rindo's last girlfriend was before I was even allowed to date. I was still in middle school then -- not that I was going to tell him that!! I pouted slightly, turning my head to the window to look at the ocean. It was really beautiful. "It was a pretty amicable split-up. Just different interests, and he decided to transfer overseas." Even though it was 3 years ago, not 8, it seemed so long ago to me!
Rindo gently squeezed my shoulder again, "And you were being diligent even in your last job, I take it?"
I leaned back towards him again, so touch-starved and relieved, seeking it out like heat-orienting missiles. 5 seconds was way too short! "You have no idea-- well, no, maybe you do."
A laugh, "I might," he agreed, and leaned softly over my shoulders, turned so I could look at the waves, but arched towards him invitingly. Still, he took care not to directly touch me or make too much contact, but the way his breath warmed my ear and neck really drove me wild. "But now that you are your own boss, you should give yourself a break, or I will have take it up with your boss and demand worker's rights."
I bit my bottom lip and teased back, "I dunno..."
He booped my nose, and I scrunched my eyes to look at his finger, though even with the moonlight and other cars, the black gloves blended into the darkness too well, "But I do," he asserted with full authority, and I found myself giggling in spite of myself. It was so silly, I couldn't help it. "So, no boyfriend to make you take care of yourself at your last job, and you were pushing yourself even harder for the last three years, do I have that right?"
I blinked. "Am I in trouble?" I gave him a nervous laugh, partially upside down from leaning back.
His returning smile was unendingly kind. "Of course not. Should you be?"
I puffed a cheek to the side, and he lightly brushed his knuckles up and down my neck. 1, 2, 3, and 1/2. Gah. What was I doing again? Was he ever going to take those gloves off? Well probably not while driving, but even when he came to the shop he usually still had them on.
"Kotone," his eyes danced like the lights on the shore. "Would you like to stay here a bit longer, keep driving, or head back?" Another featherlight touch on my neck. Just a light brushing stroke down the side, like a painter with a wall but instead of a white coating, it was relaxation, or the desire for more. I closed my eyes both to savor it, and to think.
"Um." Just let's keep going. Anything so long as you're with me. I refused to say anything so needy and clingy! And truthfully... "I like the view, but it's a little crowded here, don't you think?" My mouth was dry from nerves, and I wanted to try my own terrible coffee just so it wasn't so dry. Oh, was the caffeine part of what was keeping me up? Maybe I should invest some time in learning healthy alternatives, if just for my personal use. "I-- would you please keep driving someplace even quieter?" I gave him an encouraging (hopefully!) smile, but I couldn't help being a little coy again. "If you want to, I mean. I just feel so safe with you at the wheel. If that's not too much pressure to say."
His smile was brighter than the headlights as he pulled back out of the parking spot. "I don't think I've ever had a nicer compliment in my whole life," he laughed quietly, and gently rolled his knuckles on my shoulder, and then a few seconds later, gave it a small squeeze. He did seem really pleased. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given how he always contrasted how dangerous the non-humans are, of course he'd want to be my safety.
I made a quick mental note of it, and hummed. "Yeah, maybe that's just what I've been really missing lately. Safety. Oh, not because the regulars are dangerous, as you say," I didn't want him to get the wrong impression. "But it's been so... chaotic, and unpleasant. My last boss was just cruel, and I could never tell what would make him blow up." That was more than I wanted to say, but I was starting to relax, and I wanted Mr. Rindo to understand that the human world wasn't necessarily any kinder than the non-humans. Not at all. "And now that I am my own boss, I really have a chance to make my own life, but it's a little nerve-wracking too. In a perfectly normal human way," I gave a small laugh. He rested his hand on my thigh, and really cut it close this time. Almost like he forgot, but then still had a razor strict control of himself. "New city, new home, occasional memories of Grandfather..." my smile was a little bittersweet I'm sure. "I really want to thank you for taking me out again."
Rindo kissed the top of my hand again. This time my heart was completely in my throat, somehow even more than my words were. "Not at all, thank you for indulging me." I wish he didn't feel the need to drop my fingers. I wish I didn't want to jump on that and offer a bigger indulgence. Too bold, surely if he was looking for something like that he would make more moves himself. "I think it's good you're taking your life in your own hands, but there's another thing you should be doing that with too." I wasn't sure what he meant. There were too many things it could mean. I knew it couldn't be finances, since he and the others seemed to think I deserved to be less frugal, and not to be so restrictive in that area. Relaxation? Possibly.
"My health?" I ventured a guess, and this time, I was the one to squeeze his knee. 1, 2, 3, precisely 4. Take that you stupid super agent tease!
He gulped, "Kotone..." and he blinked, "Ah." A laugh and he shook his head lightly, narrowing his eyes to focus on the road again. "Yes. Your health. There's more than one way to do that."
"Eating, sleeping, and exercising right?" Boo. Such a square.
Kaoru shrugged, "Souan always scolded me about failing to do any of those for myself. He said the reason he needed to find a woman to take care of me was so she wouldn't let me neglect those. So, while that's true, I'm not about to be the one to lecture you on that, no. Not specifically."
I blinked. "Then...?"
"Just taking time for yourself to relax. What this whole date's been about, no?" I watched the trees outside the window, wondering what he was thinking now. I could still smell the ocean, but we seemed to be going somewhere more dangerous. Driving-wise. Maybe metaphorically too, I couldn't be sure.
"Taking time to relax," I nodded, as though trying to remember it, "Yes." I wanted to say something else, adventurous and bold, but I faltered. I didn't want to be too foward or greedy after he'd done so much for me already. Question time, then! "When was the last time you did that for yourself?" I knew right away from his smirk he was going to say tonight again!!! That cheating jerk! Cheating was supposed to be Misyr's thing, wasn't it? Maybe I understood what Canus meant after all about them being so similar! "Not tonight!" I pre-emptively protested a little too loudly.
He burst out laughing, and it was all worth it. "A couple weeks ago. Yeah, I should practice what I preach, hm?"
I smiled, "What'd you do?" I was hoping to get ideas.
He gently squeezed the back of my neck, gloves still on, but I leaned into it like a cat wanting more pets. "It was in the shower," he gave me a slightly askewed grin. "Like I said, usually with work, there's not much opportunity for that sort of thing."
"Uh-huh," I nodded, confused. I thought he would say something about listening to music on a drive, or reading a book, this was... how did he-- "Ahuh??" Oh... My cheeks went a little scarlet as I put together what he meant taking matters into one's own hands. My mind was suddenly filled with the mental image of Mr. Rindo in the shower praciticing self care.... Misyr was right, I am a perv! "I-- I thought you meant--!" I stammered.
More laughter from the driver, but it didn't seem to be at all at my expense, "Sorry was that too much?" he asked.
I shook my head violently, though I couldn't calm my cheeks down from blushing. "No no, not at all, I worry I pressured you, not the other way around!"
"No no," he laughed softly, and gently rolled knuckles on my skirt. "I'm the mature one, it is my responsibility to be in the know, and to keep you safe in a relaxing comfort zone."
I pouted hard at that. "I'm not uncomfortable. But if my curiosity was getting the better of me before..."
"Oh? Is that so?" a very mischievous light was back in his eyes, plotting something for sure. "Unfortunately for you, it's my turn to ask."
I stubbornly raised my chin to be defiant, as if to say I wasn't the least bit nervous at all. Good thing I texted Il we were going to be a bit longer, because at this rate we really might be all night, and I didn't want them to interrupt at such an opportune moment. "Go on then," I dared him as best I could muster.
"When was the last time you practiced such self-care?" Kaoru put a finger over my lips again to stop me from answering too quickly. "Because I would like to make a guess." My heart jumped back into my throat. He really was running with that control thing. I think he must have known how much I loved it. Even more than I hinted at. So much more. "You're too nervous and embarrassed with the male boarders there. Even if the non-human aspect doesn't bother you, they are still men, and I think that does, yes?" I nodded nervously in spite of myself. He was right, of course. "You're too shy for the hotel room-"
"Oi," I pouted, at being called out, but he didn't stop.
"And your old job made you depressed. So it had to have been before that at least, yes?" He smirked smugly like a detective concluding their investigative deductions. Though what kind of a detective did that make him?
"Spot on," I sighed wistfully, trying not to be embarrassed.
He gave me a tight easy-going grin, as if to say, nothing to be embarrassed about. "I can help you with that." Despite the words, his brushing touch to my leg only lasted three seconds again.
"That's going to be a little difficult without searing your fingerprints off with more than five second touches," my bitter words escaped to reveal my true feelings! I quickly clasped my hand over my mouth in a small gasp, as if I could make the words somehow come back.
But even so, he laughed again anyway, and his shook his head in amusement. "Oh, you noticed?" More laughs, at himself, I think. "It's true, I haven't been, but not because I'm scared of Misyr's threat." I was about to say something cheeky about too late; how his actions already belied the truth, but he placed a finger on my lips again. This time I licked his fingertip! Okay, the glove over his fingers. But in combination with the words, it definitely had an effect on him, given the way his eyes widened like saucers before he swallowed hard, and eyed me heatedly. Still, even with that, his control was admirably firm, and the naughtiest part of me wondered if it extended beyond that. "Or I wouldn't have kept you out this late," he shook the finger briefly and booped my nose again. "The demon king will hate that much more, I promise." True. Very true. "But now I feel the need to prove I can do it within the time restrictions." His eyes were dancing again. This time mirroring the moonlight through the trees.
"Huh?" I was past the point of curiosity now. I don't have a word for it. More than just wanting to know, wanting to experience it myself. Insatiable desire. Like a spot on my back I just couldn't reach.
We were pretty far from the city now, but I could see the ocean and he pulled over to the side of the road. Not a tourist spot so there was no one there, but there were still cars occasionally passing by, and enough people that I wouldn't feel in danger. Perfect. He switched the ignition off and headlights dim. The parking lights were still on for safety purposes, but it was clearly discreet, and to take a few moments to breathe -- or... whatever.
That was only the beginning, however. My jaw dropped as he peeled the gloves off and placed them on the dashboard in front of him. Oh! We'd reached a truly new level now. I wondered if this was because he was signifying that if I wanted to be treated as an adult, he wouldn't hold back so much (even if he said that, I wouldn't believe him though!) or at the very least, he was signifying his intentions to stop driving for the interim.
Kaoru's eyes were dark on me, and I wondered if this was as close to breaking his control as he'd ever been. I didn't get the chance to teasingly ask, however. "Open the glove compartment," he commanded, gently but firmly. Oh. Did I suddenly discover something about myself when it came to taking orders? It was so new too. I always thought I wanted to be treated like an equal, not a shy younger woman who needed someone more experienced to help mentor and control the direction of events. "On top of the documents, behind the jammer," oh, that's cool, he has something all spy gear like this, "Not the rectangular pen case, but to the left of it." Ah yes, the pen he dropped when we first met.
I pushed things aside as directed, and pulled out a long, black, rounded edge device, with no idea what it was. It couldn't be a flare. "A flashlight?" I suggested. It was thicker and longer than a tampon applicator, and when I found a small switch, instead of projecting a beam of light, it started vibrating in my hand. "Mr. Rindo!!" I dropped it aghast, like it was on fire.
He laughed softly, more than a little nervously and quickly said, "It's not like that! I use it for work!" I stared at him incredulously, and he seemed to realize how absurd that statement was. "I should explain..."
"Please do," I murmured, still not picking up the device.
"It's hooked up to my phone," he dug into his pockets for his phone, and pulled up the app to show me. I'd heard of such things before, they're common with women who did OnlyFanstasy or the like, if I recall. Still.... That explained nothing! "Demon beasts from Bestia focus on movement. It's good to set it down at a distance, then set it off with the phone as a distraction. And it makes a noise like a phone on vibrate, so that distracts most modern humans too," he smiled attempting to be reassuring. I still wasn't sold.
"And you claim not to be a philanderer?" I gave him my strongest side-eye!
"I promise," he held a hand up, "It has never been used in anyone, and I have never done this sort of thing before." This sort of thing. Even though I was pretty sure he was telling the truth, and either way, I was choosing to trust him, even if maybe now was a good a time as any to take my non-human regular guests' advice to violence; I was very extra nervous. My head was buzzing, and the spot I couldn't quite reach was being drowned out in a tsunami of unvoiced thoughts. This sort of thing... What was it I had been so curious about, so eager to experience first-hand again? It somehow didn't seem as pressing as my embarrassment. But Mr. Rindo quietly came to my rescue, picked up the vibrator and in a low voice hovering by my ear politely asked, "May I?" He waited for my consent, which was easy enough to give. I trusted him. So that's all I had to do, right? Let him keep me safe, and show me what... what he wanted...? Maybe just not think about it too much!
The vibrator was touched against the back of my neck, and I quickly realized how much tension was there. Was all that just now from the nerves, or was that the effect of overworking for a couple of years, and the stress of moving? I let out a low moan of relief, and the sheer sensation of it was already overwhelming my previous embarrassment. "Feels good, right?" Kaoru verbally prodded gently, and made a small figure eight on my thigh. Something about no longer having the additional layer of gloves made it all the more electrifying. The fingers only lasted three seconds, but he left the vibrator going. "Small test," he affirmed my speculation. I made a small embarrassing moue of desire into my own hand, almost ready to bite my own knuckle, I couldn't hold that noise back, but it seemed to please him, without breaking his control.
"Okay!" he announced after moving the vibrator to the other side of my neck, and down to the shoulders, and no demon king smiting took place. "Kotone, look in my eyes," of course I did as he wanted. "Same rule as before, this is to help you, so if it's not, if it's making things worse not better, I want nothing to do with it, understood? So your job is to enjoy it; but also, tell me at the first sign of anything you don't like, okay?"
Even though I couldn't avoid making sounds before, I seemed to be suddenly so strangely silent and words were failing me. But I nodded my head vigorously, and groaned into my fist again at how good the vibrator felt on my too tight, too tense shoulders. If I was this noisy for it on my shoulders, what was lower down going to do to me?!
Far from being displeased with this however, Kaoru grinned and kissed my forehead. 1, 2, 3. "Good girl."
I pouted, and finally words were working for me again, "I'm pretty sure good girls don't do things like this."
His extremely arrogant smirk said more than any amount of words I could have choked out. I wanted to wipe it off his face and get that saucer-eyed dark Kyoto brew expression of surprise back instead. Or maybe let him keep ordering me around and discover more about myself I didn't know. "Naughty women don't need help learning to afford themselves pleasure." Well, he had me there.
"How would you know?" I groaned softly, squirming a little in the seat, the newly developing hunger for something no amount of luxury dinners or coffee could satiate.
"Because they don't hold my interest," Kyoto Black with dark shaved chocolate, cognac, and stout, had nothing on his eyes now. Sweet, low acidity, low bitterness, yeah. That was something I was going to make to surprise Kaoru with in the future. He'd earned a reward, though maybe coffee wasn't quite compensatory, maybe just my singularity relaxing with him in this moment would qualify. "To make this easiest on you, so you can focus on your mission," how was he this considerate despite how new he said this was for him too? I wondered sometimes if Misyr was reading my mind, but with Rindo, I wondered if he just thought the same way. Surely it wasn't just because we were both humans? "Restrict your answers to yes or no." His fingers and the vibrator coasted down my arm and side to the inside of my thigh and once again, the fingers left, but the vibrator remained. I wasn't even sure I could give any answer, no matter how much he tried to simplify it! "Is that okay, Kotone-chan?" the vibrator dipped below the hem of my skirt, and I closed my eyes.
"Yessir!" Oh, it seemed I could after all.
I opened my eyes briefly to watch the dark brew in his, and he smirked again, pulling my hand up to his lips for another kiss before whispering darkly in my ear, in a voice that was pure Kona Estate Dark: rich, sophisticated, decaffeinated, a kind of Hawaiian whole bean that even non-connoisseurs could instantly appreciate. "Good girl. Roll your skirt up if you'd please." I didn't need to answer verbally, just shifted in the seat, undoing the buckle and sliding up the hem some up my thigh. I couldn't help but make a small show of it, just to see and gauge his reaction. Like so? "Good," he nodded appreciatively, but his expression thoughtful as his right hand went to his chin. "More." I gulped and watched him watching me, as I slid it up more. I noticed the flicker in his expression. He was watching me to read my pleasure, but noticing that I was testing him back he smirked and with naked hunger showing in his teeth commanded, "All the way, Kotone-chan, I don't want my hand restricted, and I doubt you do either."
My eyes widened, and though I stifled a hiccup of surprise I rolled my skirt all the way up. "Hah?" I couldn't make words still, but it seemed good enough.
"Beautiful," he murmured just eyeing my plain panties. I was blushing so much I thought I would start a wildfire, but he paid it no mind, focused instead on the folds of my underwear he gently traced the vibrator down. I was glad that he wasn't directly touching me with his fingers, because surely, with how hot I felt, it would have been embarrassing to burn his fingers without even needing Misyr's destruction magic. Despite how thick the device was, he guided the tip gracefully between my folds pressing the underwear against me, and over the clitoral bud, and around it in a open bottomed oval. I gasped, moaned, and holding my skirt in double rolled up fists, I wondered if this was how Kaoru felt when he was gripping the steering wheel. If that restrained desire was even a hundredth as strong as my mine now was, I needed to commend him even more on how well he held out, but I was surely not going to manage the same. "Good?" I didn't need to glance at his eyes, I could feel the desire thick in his voice, like the kind used in iced coffee, but with a heavy dose of vanilla. I nodded numbly, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth so I couldn't even manage words again. "Excellent," he purred, his voice humming in tune with the vibrator, and I gulped, at a loss what to do other than other than enjoy it as commanded.
Rindo leaned over me, and in a brief moment I wondered if his control broke and he decided he wasn't going to let a machine do the interface work between us, but he didn't touch me, just reached over to the control on the car passenger seat to guide it into a laying back position. I wasn't disappointed.... not completely. He seemed to read the expressions change on my face, but didn't tease me about it, just smiled, and made sure to undo his seatbelt and adjust his own car seat for maximum freedom of movement. "I'm going to keep going like this," with my nerves as on fire as my body: a volcania molten blend you had to take extra care not to burn. "But when you start to get wet, we'll lose the panties, and I want you to put your feet up on the dashboard."
"Hahhh?" I gasped, and tried to get air in my lungs to let me respond. "I can't do that," I protested. He arched an eyebrow at me, and his ministrations between my legs didn't falter in the least. "I-It..." I stammered. "It's too nice! This car!"
He laughed in pure amusement, "Relax, remember?" he commanded. "Take your shoes off now."
My mouth was dry, but I found myself obeying, and though I left my legs spread so he wouldn't get tangled, kicked the shoes off and rubbed my feet together.
"Up," he commanded, eyes glowing with mirth and he patted the dashboard. Reluctantly, I slowly moved a leg and put my foot up near the windshield. Far from being disgusted about the perverse dirt of feet near the gorgeous refined luxury's vehicle pinacle of mechanical engineering, he beamed broadly. "Gorgeous. Good girl." I gulped. I could feel myself getting slick, and I was certain he must have been able to detect it, and I gave him a questioning glance as if to ask if it was now? "Hmmmm," he rumbled, a vibrating rhythm much in tune with the black tool in his fingers, "Not yet." I whimpered and closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip to try to hold back moans, and fidgeted my fists on the rolled up skirt. I wasn't sure if this was relaxing, but maybe it was like work itself. The reward came from the feeling of accomplishment later. He pressed the vibrator lightly inside me as much as the panties would allow, but still didn't seem satisfied that it was time to remove the cloth barrier, just glided it around my labia, using it to kiss my folds, and my moans continued to embarrassingly escape me.
"Okay!" he declared, though I couldn't tell the difference in my personal saturation point, there was clearly something he determined to be different. I seized upon the chance and moved to slide my panties off immediately, like a dam breaking away. "Not too quickly," he chided, briefly stopping me with a hand on mine. "Slowly, you should enjoy it, relax," he ordered again. I moaned my protests thickly, but closing my eyes I dragged out the process, slowly sliding the fabric lower and as it rolled off my bottom, I heard Rindo let out a low groan of wanton desire too. Somehow, that made it a lot easier to enjoy. "Yes," he growled in a needy tone mirroring my thick desire, "Good. Good girl." I was blushing again, but I just mewled and squirmed. He didn't even wait for the panties to get all the way off before pressing the vibrator above my folds, and I keened a whining protest.
"M-Mister Rindo," I gasped and panted in remonstration, "I- I can't th-think when you do that..."
"Good," he murmured again. "You should be relaxing, and not thinking so hard about work," he returned immediately.
"N-No," I shook my head, trying to clear the hazy fog of lust. "I mean..." I faltered, but somehow got my underwear off, and returned a leg upwards.
"Gorgeous, gorgeous," he praised me some more and I felt like I must have been glowing from it all. I didn't know what to do with my underwear, but he held out a hand and commanded, "Give them to me."
I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat, I couldn't help it, I felt like a puddle already, and it was only going to get more extreme from here. "Are you keeping a souvenir?" I quippeed, being a little defiant to the yes or no response."
Through a peeked eye I watched him them to his face before sticking them in his pocket, "Good idea, I think I will."
"W-Wait," I protested, wanting to tell him it was a joke, not a suggestion, but he slid the vibrator inside me, and all I could do was moan as all other thoughts escaped me. "Ohhhhh," I groaned loudly into fist.
"Yes, good. Kotone-chan, if you can hear me," Rindo's voice was like a distant storm, rumbling and somehow far away, "Undo the top two buttons of your blouse." I obeyed without thinking at all, not even curious now, just somehow trusting and obedient. "Good. Touch yourself, down your chest, down to the bra." I bit my lip as I followed the instructions, and listened to the humming purr of his pleasure harmonizing in time with mine. "Over the lace, yes, that's good. Oh? You can't reach further like that... Hm." I shifted, and keened another whining protest. "Yes, good girl, trying so hard to please me. Undo the next button, but not all of them. Yes, that's right. Now glide your fingers over your nipples. Yes, just like that."
My throat was choked up. As he said, he could indeed bring me more pleasure than any amount of ex-boyfriends, even without touching me directly. Was this truly just the experience of age? "Hahhhhh..." I whined and pouted at him. I wanted to say something about how he should do more than just watch, but truthfully I was enjoying this too much to switch it up, and I couldn't think even if I wanted to speak.
"Don't make such a cute face," he laughed softly, "I'm helping you relax, aren't I?"
"It's not fair," I groaned, but didn't stop playing with my nipples through my bra for his show. "I'm not taking care of you." He hummed in pleasure, and twisted the vibrator in a circle which I gasped loudly at.
"You do that every day when I walk through the door," he chided softly, "If you enjoy yourself enough, perhaps we'll do this again sometime, yes?"
I nodded eagerly, somehow determined to prove that I was enjoying myself so much that we should definitely do it again, and next time less focused on me, and more on the two of us. "Hahhh... P-please sir," I gasped and squirmed some more, not sure at all what I was asking for, as escalation seemed too much, and relief seemed terminally far away!
Kaoru's eyes flickered and a low groan bubbled in his mouth, though he kept his mouth closed for a bit. He took a steadying breath to keep himself calm, and shifted a little in his seat, he was clearly aroused, and trying not to let it interfere with his self-imposed mission. "Fingers," his voice was even lower than usual, and he almost clenched his teeth, "Slide them under the bra now," he ordered with no room for bargain. I wondered if this was his usual workplace tone, but I rather doubted it.
More whining was his rewarded response from me, as the touch of my own fingers was too silken soft for what I wanted, but I obeyed the direction, and shifted so he apply more pressure with the vibrator, just laying back in shameless bliss. "Hahhhh, sir... yes..."
He moved closer to me, as careful as Rindo was to stay hovering and our only point of constant contact was the vibrator. It seemed he wanted more a view, and I could only feel inclined to oblige. His dark Kyoto brew voice thickly murmured, "Are you close now, Kotone-chan?"
I nodded eagerly, "Yes sir," I didn't think I could take much more either.
He hummed and lightly sucked a nipple through the silky bra in between my fingers licking when they'd pinched the nipple just so. That was definitely all I needed to orgasm in a heady rush. "Mi-Mister Rindo!" I wailed as my vision and brain seemed to short circuit in a cloud of hazy bliss.
When I came out of it enough to observe my situation, I was definitely more relaxed, as expected. Mister Rindo, had let of of the vibrator, though it seemed deeper inside of me, I think my orgasm had sucked it in more, somehow. But even so, Kaoru seemed more relaxed too, and infinitely pleased with himself -- and me. I felt like a pudding. "Mmm?" I mewled and moved to remove the vibrator myself.
Kaoru laughed, "That surprised me actually." Not the first time today. I seemed to keep doing that to him. "Like any man, I like hearing my named called out in throes of ecstasy by a beautiful woman. But you needn't be so formal at times like this."
I blushed up a storm. "I - I wasn't even thinking," I stammered and shifted in the seat, wondering if I should fix my clothes now, and ask for my underwear back, even it was damp, it might be difficult to hide from the nonhumans all that happened. Then again, wearing the old panties might not help either.
Rindo gently brushed my mussed hair back behind my shoulders and leaned over again to move my seat more upright. I snuck a quick thank you kiss from him and he groaned darker into the kiss than any time through the rest of the venture. "Kotone," his eyes on mine were full of longing and promise, and I wondered if somehow that one action had been more daring than everything else we'd just done. I could only give him an innocent grin.
"Thank you. For helping me," I couldn't stop the demure blush however.
"Mmm," he took the vibrator out of my hands, and to my own widening eyes surprise, tasted it in his mouth, "Truly my pleasure." I gulped and he gave me a sly sidelong smirk. "Problem?" he challenged me, teasing, testing all over again just like before. I mutely just shook my head. My mind was too blown, and from something like this...
He put it in his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck in thought. "If you'd like to stay out the rest of the night I could get a hotel or--"
I jerked and shook my head no, "I have to be up early to work and get in the habit for meeting vendors and brewing."
If he was disappointed, he hid it. "At the very least I believe I should help you get a bit refreshed." He tapped a finger to his chin before pulling on the himbo gloves. "It won't fool Ignis' lupine senses, but at least I won't feel so sleazy dropping you off after molesting you thoroughly."
"M-Mister Rindo..." I stammered again, and gulped. "That-- I-- you've already done so much for me and I really appreciate it--" I asserted, fixing my clothes as best I could.
He waved a gloved hand yet again. "Kotone, please. You can call me Kaoru if you want, or drop the honorific. But please, let me do this for you. Besides, then I can keep a trophy." He smirked playfully, gauging my reaction.
I giggled in spite of myself and nodded. "Yes sir. Oh, but... I'm not sure such a place would be open this late?"
"One moment," he held up a finger and flipped through his phone. Somehow I swear his smartphone did better reading his gloves than his fingertips. He blinked and glanced at his phone, "Hah..." he looked embarrassed. "I showed you the technological advances of humans... and then forgot all about the app for controlling the toy..."
"Oh! Me too," I nodded. "But it was better this way," I insisted.
"Good," he nodded and seemed to find what he was looking up, as he set the car to get ready to drive.
"Next time, let's skip the toy too," I mumbled, glancing out the window at the scenery, before placing my hand on his thigh in a small caress.
"I'll be looking forward to it," he growled, voice dark and rumbly like macchiatto.
I was relaxed enough now to easily fall asleep, and Kaoru definitely seemed to notice. "I'll put on some jazz, like your shop has, and you should try to get some. You trust me to keep you safe on the drive, no?" I definitely couldn't argue it, so I dozed off almost instantly. When I woke up we were just outside a fancy all-night boutique. Somehow I forgot that it was a luxury of Tokyo, that some places didn't close late, and I wondered if I should consider adjusting the hours of my cafe to accommodate such people or if my regulars' hours meant I didn't need to worry about it. Kaoru gentlemanly held the car door open for me like a chauffeur and led me inside with a 3 second supportive hand to my back.
"Um..." Right, I had no underwear on. My eyes were wide on him trying not to panic, but he just smiled reassuringly.
"I'll take care of everything," he promised. And indeed he did; guiding me throughout the store on a late night shopping trip.
"I don't need--" I protested as he added in nightclothes, business clothes, and more to what was supposed to be just underwear. I internally wailed, I couldn't possibly afford all this!
He placed a gloved finger over my lips again. "I said I would take care of it, no?"
"But--!" I protested as best I could, but he shooked his head in response.
"You should never buy one thing on ventures like this," he admonished and then gestured to the men's section as well. "Feel free to pick something out for me as well. Never mind the cost, I'm covering both of us." I blushed thoroughly. He was adding nightclothes to avoid it being suspicious? Oh, but choosing something for him was rather fun and intimate in a strange way. Although I only picked out a nice mulberry turtleneck, it seemd rather plain so I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. He seemed more than pleased, however, and it seemed like it all went so quickly, a tornado of transaction so I didn't have much time to think or protest about it.
In the car in front of Enchante before walking me inside, he reminded me of our promise. "I will go home and take care of myself and relax," I wondered briefly if that entailed some self-care like he'd helped perform on me, "So you must do so too, understood?"
I smiled and nodded. "Promise you will?" He nodded. "Ah... and..." I bit my bottom lip. "I want a next time."
His eyes softened and nodded, "Me too."
He walked me inside and instantly Misyr looked ready to deck him. I stood in front of Mr. Rindo protectively. "I asked him to keep me out later, Misyr, I'm sorry," I quickly said, standing between Kaoru and the others.
Misyr sighed and raked claws through his hair. "It can't be helped," he grunted, glaring at Kaoru who just grinned back. "But I really have to get going."
I nodded and smiled, "Thank you Misyr." He grunted and waved a hand, all but running to the room with the gate, leaving the rest of it to the other 3. Il just kept playing his game, probably only staying up to make sure I came home okay, but not too worried thanks to my text.
Ignis' lupine senses did seem a bit fired up, but he glanced over the bags and just huffed. "Told you all you didn't have to worry so much," he growled.
Canus reacted like a mother though. "We were very worried, Kotone. Are you feeling better now?"
I pushed Rindo out the door to go home. "Much," I nodded repeatedly. Ignis gave me something of a sideglance, but didn't say anything. "Mr. Rindo just felt the need to show me human pampering." This seemed to satisfy the knight and he all but herded the angel and Ignis off to their own rooms. I took my own bags to go to bed, definitely sure I would get better sleep than in years. And with a small mental note to return the favor for Rindo someday.
Fandom: Cafe Enchante
Rating: XXX
Spoiler Warning: Nah, it literally doesn't spoiler anything even if you 100% the game because it's more horror than dating sim in canon so I want to "fix" that.
Author's Note: I have an oyaji itch that must be scratched
As he started to leave the Expressway to head back to the cafe; my cafe, I couldn't help but notice how tightly he had the steering wheel gripped in both hands. I was sure that under his black leather wristless driving gloves, his knuckles had to be white. I looked around at the other vehicles, but there wasn't anyone that could be making him so wary. "Am I making you nervous?" I inquired gently. Maybe thinking about his family was a bit much for him right now? I worried briefly he was reminded of our age gap, maybe his younger sister was an unfriendly reminder he only met me through his work -- but in that case, I wanted to remind him that we were both taking this date to learn how to relax, and work less.
"What makes you say that?" his eyes flickered in curiosity and amusement at me, his tone a repeat of when I asked if he was having fun with his coworker friend.
I hummed quietly, and answered easily, "You seem a bit tense."
He laughed cheerfully at that. "Perhaps you are not the only one who forgets that work isn't the epitome of existence on Earth." Aha! I knew it! But I didn't get a chance to gloat as he continued. "Truthfully Kotone-chan, I'm finding it a bit difficult to will myself to let you go so easily." I flushed with pleasure trying to think of what to say. "Of course, you do need to get your sleep, and I shouldn't risk Misyr's wrath over a curfew, but are you quite relaxed now?"
Once again, I hummed quietly, thinking it over to myself.
Although Mr. Rindo gave me time to think it over, and didn't seem to want to pressure me, he seemed to sense my reluctance to answer right away and added with a jovial grin, "Oh, perhaps I'm just seeking an excuse, because I'm enjoying your company so much, I don't want the night to end."
I beamed, latching onto the way out he gave me. "You've done an excellent job revealing to me how overworked I am, it's true. Maybe that is why I don't want to end things yet either, ne?" I gave him a shy coy grin.
He latched onto it with a big one of his own, but his knuckles on the steering wheel got even tighter when I thought it was impossible! "We could drive by the shore then, if you'd like. Ah, I'll make sure not to go someplace too secluded." Gentlemanly.
"I wouldn't mind it being a little secluded," I murmured softly, rubbing my feet together in thought.
"Eh?" he gulped. "Ah! I see," he laughed, "Too many people can be overwhelming, and you probably haven't had much time to yourself lately."
I nodded. That was true, but not what I was talking about. "You're doing it again," I pointed out, still gently.
"Doing what?" Both eyes were steady on the road, like he was a professional racecar driver, with precious treasure in the passenger seat, instead of us being two workaholics out to remember how to relax and be human when our professional lives were all about the fantasy non-human realm, and inhuman contrasts.
"Gripping the steering wheel like it's the last bit of sugar cane in the whole world." He laughed at my metaphor, and I added, "And you can't say it's because you don't want to bring me back, since we agreed to keep going a little longer."
"Oh?" he arched an eyebrow, "But what if I want to kidnap you forever?"
My eyes darted to his throat and belt line where Canus and Ignis had told me to respond with any violence if necessary. I should probably call to let them know if I wanted to stay out longer too.
"Joking, joking, of course," he forced one gloved hand off the wheel, to wave it in a breezy manner, and then gently held it over his eyes for a few seconds. I had a feeling he was trying to test me, to see if I would want to bolt now, and try to go back. Either to force himself to return me, or see how blurry the lines were that I would let him cross.
"And how does gripping the steering wheel stop you from kinapping me?" I smiled genuinely.
I don't think I imagined that some of the tension left him, and when both hands were back on the steering wheel, not only were they more relaxed, but the car went a lot faster.
"Oh?" he beamed. "Good point." He held up a hand again, as though confessing. "You've got me. It's not about kidnapping, I'm just trying to avoid touching you."
"Touching me?" This time it was my turn to be surprised. I guess it's only fair, given how I kept surprising him.
"Yes," he nodded with a smile. "Not because of Misyr's warning." 5 seconds and Misyr would burn Kaoru's hands enough not to be able to touch anything again. Something like that. So overprotective; they all said. "But in the interest of helping you relax, I don't want you stuck feeling like you need to fend off an old man's advances."
My mouth was open, and I was a little bit at a loss for words. So this is what dating mature men is like. My brain scrambled to respond, but all I could say was, "I don't -- I don't, I wouldn't think that way at all." No. Nowhere near good enough. "T-Truthfully..." I stammered, and rubbed my feet together feeling like a flustered schoolgirl instead of a mature adult woman, a professional business owner. "I was hoping you would... I want to get to know you better, um..." Oh no... Was I moving too fast? Was that too bold? Would he read too much into it? Why were words so difficult? Instead of the regulars' at Enchante's violent advice, I remembered Il's otome games, which usually did better with actions instead of words. Of course, otome isn't real life, but even so, I shifted in my seat to lean a little closer to Kaoru.
"Oh? I see," his eyes glowed, and he shifted gears in the car to drive along the coast. As his hand came back up off the stick shift, he gave my shoulders a small testing squeeze. Although he said he wasn't afraid of Misyr's warning, I noticed he was still careful to keep under the five second limit. Possibly just a coincidence, but maybe he didn't want to tempt fate either. "Stop me before you get anything close to uncomfortable, promise?" he requested. "I could never forgive myself if my desire to help you relax backfired in the opposite direction."
"I promise!" I was eager to experience more of what a mature man had to offer, the electric thrill of what could have even been a grandfatherly gesture was nowhere near enough to sate my curiosity. I noticed him looking at the clock and I wanted him to know something approximately like that. "I know you said you're worried about my schedule, but I can't sleep like this anyway. I'm still--" Oh no. I faltered here! What could I possibly say that wouldn't be too embarrassing? Wired. Wide awake wanting to know more about him, and our possible chemistry. "Curious..." I admitted with a small stammer and a nervous giddy laugh.
"Oh?" he rested a gloved hand on my knee. 1, 2, 3, 4. Gone before 5 again. It surely was intentional. "Then would more questions, and answers help?"
"Yes..." I did want to know more, after all. And I was grateful he made the offer, since it would have been much too rude to continue otherwise.
A wider smile. "Okay. But this time I get to ask escalating questions back." There was a sparkle of something devilish in his eyes.
Wait... "Escalating?" I wasn't confused, I don't think, but I wasn't sure what he meant by that either.
"Mm-hm," he brushed his fingers over mine. The black leather was rough and I was dying to know what his real fingertips felt like underneath it. 1, 2, 3. A deep breath, and I swear I could see him internally counting too, as he picked up my hand, and kissed the top of it. His lips were masculine and firm, but still somehow silky soft, and my mind wandered instantly. It was only 4 seconds from the time he picked it up to his lips, and fingers leaving mine, but it felt like he managed to cram a year or more into that short time. And damn him, I already wanted more somehow?! "That is how I'll find the line," he was smiling again. Something about his smile was almost as electrifying as his touch. I wondered what it was. "And then I can say 'Aha, this is where I'll stop.'" I shifted in my seat again a little nervous, and a childish fidget. I desperately wanted more and to jump in like a cannonball.
"You are one of those people that has to ease into the ocean's cold, hm?" I said, speaking of the practice of some swimmers, the ones who went slowly, trying to adjust to the temperature difference.
Brown eyes glittered with amusement. This time he picked up my pointer finger and licked the tip. I failed to count how many seconds it lasted, I was a little too mesmerized by the action. "Not at all," he beamed.
Now I understood. He was taunting me. Even more than just a test, he was daring me to tell him the line. To stop him from going too far. To be the first to get too nervous and call it quits. Joke's on him though, I was enjoying this kind of game more than I thought he could keep up with. "When was your last girlfriend?" I blurted out. I was going to prove he should be a lot more nervous about my questions than not touching me!"
He did have to pause to think it over and react himself, "Define girlfriend."
"You must have had a girlfriend before," I pouted in spite of myself.
"Yes," he answered calmly enough, slowing the car down in a higher traffic area, even this late. I wondered if that was a metaphor or something. "But it's been many years, and a steady girlfriend wouldn't normally work with my work schedule," had admittedly coolly.
What did I mean by that? "Um, date then. When was the time you went on a date..."
He turned his head fully to me at the stop light and without his usual smirk, just a slightly mocking grin. "Tonight."
"I don't mean with me!" I wailed in spite of myself. That cheater! "I mean before me!"
He chuckled at my reactions, and after some party club goers crossed the street, he went down a slightly less busy way. "Date, date," he narrowed his eyes in thought. "Well, it couldn't have been that long, right?" His face scrunched up. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I suddenly realized if he'd had a lot of one-night affairs, I didn't want to know.
I shook my head, "Ah, no! I mean... um... someone you went on more than one date with. That..."
"Oh? Good definition!" He praised my definition, and I didn't want to admit it but I was pleased with how he reacted. "That would be.... before you," I tilted my head, waiting for him to figure it out. "Eight years?"
I nearly fell over, and I think if I wasn't buckled in, I would have! "That long?" I tried to keep my tone as mild as possible, and stop my eyes from widening. "Ah, you must have lots of casual wom--"
Rindo put a finger over my lips to prevent me from finishing the line. "No," he stated quite firmly, "Not at all." A smile, almost mocking himself, "As I said, I'm a workaholic. Eight years ago is when they assigned me to Cafe Enchante." 1, 2, 3, I missed the feel of his touch already somehow, though I could already tell from the lingering scent of leather tickling my nostrils it was going to become permanently fused in my brain. There was a strange weight in my chest. Was Mr. Rindo lonely from only knowing non-humans? Was he latching onto me as the only human woman to enter his life? It was a furtherance of the game. An escalation even. He tried to tell me not to take over the cafe, he tried to push me away, to scare me, even while dating me. What a strange man.
"But the regulars all think you're a ladies' man," I narrowed my eyes, glancing at the moonlit ocean. It was so beautiful, but I was really torn between what I wanted to view more, him or the sea. He seemed to sense it, and pulled towards a popular tourist spot, that even had viewfinders and few other parked cars and people outside enjoying the remainder of the night.
"Well, your grandfather often tried to set me up on dates," he waved a hand breezily again as I internally wailed, Grandfather! for the dozenth time since taking over the cafe. "I really do wonder what the non-humans think of humans. They seem to have a very skewed perspective," he gave a wry grin. I buried my face in my hands in exasperation for a little bit. I wondered what that meant for me, but I decided not to pursue that line of wonder as only bad things could come of it. "Now you, your turn," Kaoru accidentally shocked me out of my concerns. What did he mean by that?! That I was his new girlfriend? New date? Or that the regulars would try to set me up -- oh! Isn't that exactly what Misyr had done?
"W-What?" I stammered, blinking. I hadn't even noticed he'd found a parking spot, even though the car was left idling.
"When was your last boyfriend?" Rindo's eyes were full of mischief.
Oh! My turn to be questioned! Right. "Um. College." Hahah. Of course. It had seemed really long ago, until I heard that Mr. Rindo's last girlfriend was before I was even allowed to date. I was still in middle school then -- not that I was going to tell him that!! I pouted slightly, turning my head to the window to look at the ocean. It was really beautiful. "It was a pretty amicable split-up. Just different interests, and he decided to transfer overseas." Even though it was 3 years ago, not 8, it seemed so long ago to me!
Rindo gently squeezed my shoulder again, "And you were being diligent even in your last job, I take it?"
I leaned back towards him again, so touch-starved and relieved, seeking it out like heat-orienting missiles. 5 seconds was way too short! "You have no idea-- well, no, maybe you do."
A laugh, "I might," he agreed, and leaned softly over my shoulders, turned so I could look at the waves, but arched towards him invitingly. Still, he took care not to directly touch me or make too much contact, but the way his breath warmed my ear and neck really drove me wild. "But now that you are your own boss, you should give yourself a break, or I will have take it up with your boss and demand worker's rights."
I bit my bottom lip and teased back, "I dunno..."
He booped my nose, and I scrunched my eyes to look at his finger, though even with the moonlight and other cars, the black gloves blended into the darkness too well, "But I do," he asserted with full authority, and I found myself giggling in spite of myself. It was so silly, I couldn't help it. "So, no boyfriend to make you take care of yourself at your last job, and you were pushing yourself even harder for the last three years, do I have that right?"
I blinked. "Am I in trouble?" I gave him a nervous laugh, partially upside down from leaning back.
His returning smile was unendingly kind. "Of course not. Should you be?"
I puffed a cheek to the side, and he lightly brushed his knuckles up and down my neck. 1, 2, 3, and 1/2. Gah. What was I doing again? Was he ever going to take those gloves off? Well probably not while driving, but even when he came to the shop he usually still had them on.
"Kotone," his eyes danced like the lights on the shore. "Would you like to stay here a bit longer, keep driving, or head back?" Another featherlight touch on my neck. Just a light brushing stroke down the side, like a painter with a wall but instead of a white coating, it was relaxation, or the desire for more. I closed my eyes both to savor it, and to think.
"Um." Just let's keep going. Anything so long as you're with me. I refused to say anything so needy and clingy! And truthfully... "I like the view, but it's a little crowded here, don't you think?" My mouth was dry from nerves, and I wanted to try my own terrible coffee just so it wasn't so dry. Oh, was the caffeine part of what was keeping me up? Maybe I should invest some time in learning healthy alternatives, if just for my personal use. "I-- would you please keep driving someplace even quieter?" I gave him an encouraging (hopefully!) smile, but I couldn't help being a little coy again. "If you want to, I mean. I just feel so safe with you at the wheel. If that's not too much pressure to say."
His smile was brighter than the headlights as he pulled back out of the parking spot. "I don't think I've ever had a nicer compliment in my whole life," he laughed quietly, and gently rolled his knuckles on my shoulder, and then a few seconds later, gave it a small squeeze. He did seem really pleased. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, given how he always contrasted how dangerous the non-humans are, of course he'd want to be my safety.
I made a quick mental note of it, and hummed. "Yeah, maybe that's just what I've been really missing lately. Safety. Oh, not because the regulars are dangerous, as you say," I didn't want him to get the wrong impression. "But it's been so... chaotic, and unpleasant. My last boss was just cruel, and I could never tell what would make him blow up." That was more than I wanted to say, but I was starting to relax, and I wanted Mr. Rindo to understand that the human world wasn't necessarily any kinder than the non-humans. Not at all. "And now that I am my own boss, I really have a chance to make my own life, but it's a little nerve-wracking too. In a perfectly normal human way," I gave a small laugh. He rested his hand on my thigh, and really cut it close this time. Almost like he forgot, but then still had a razor strict control of himself. "New city, new home, occasional memories of Grandfather..." my smile was a little bittersweet I'm sure. "I really want to thank you for taking me out again."
Rindo kissed the top of my hand again. This time my heart was completely in my throat, somehow even more than my words were. "Not at all, thank you for indulging me." I wish he didn't feel the need to drop my fingers. I wish I didn't want to jump on that and offer a bigger indulgence. Too bold, surely if he was looking for something like that he would make more moves himself. "I think it's good you're taking your life in your own hands, but there's another thing you should be doing that with too." I wasn't sure what he meant. There were too many things it could mean. I knew it couldn't be finances, since he and the others seemed to think I deserved to be less frugal, and not to be so restrictive in that area. Relaxation? Possibly.
"My health?" I ventured a guess, and this time, I was the one to squeeze his knee. 1, 2, 3, precisely 4. Take that you stupid super agent tease!
He gulped, "Kotone..." and he blinked, "Ah." A laugh and he shook his head lightly, narrowing his eyes to focus on the road again. "Yes. Your health. There's more than one way to do that."
"Eating, sleeping, and exercising right?" Boo. Such a square.
Kaoru shrugged, "Souan always scolded me about failing to do any of those for myself. He said the reason he needed to find a woman to take care of me was so she wouldn't let me neglect those. So, while that's true, I'm not about to be the one to lecture you on that, no. Not specifically."
I blinked. "Then...?"
"Just taking time for yourself to relax. What this whole date's been about, no?" I watched the trees outside the window, wondering what he was thinking now. I could still smell the ocean, but we seemed to be going somewhere more dangerous. Driving-wise. Maybe metaphorically too, I couldn't be sure.
"Taking time to relax," I nodded, as though trying to remember it, "Yes." I wanted to say something else, adventurous and bold, but I faltered. I didn't want to be too foward or greedy after he'd done so much for me already. Question time, then! "When was the last time you did that for yourself?" I knew right away from his smirk he was going to say tonight again!!! That cheating jerk! Cheating was supposed to be Misyr's thing, wasn't it? Maybe I understood what Canus meant after all about them being so similar! "Not tonight!" I pre-emptively protested a little too loudly.
He burst out laughing, and it was all worth it. "A couple weeks ago. Yeah, I should practice what I preach, hm?"
I smiled, "What'd you do?" I was hoping to get ideas.
He gently squeezed the back of my neck, gloves still on, but I leaned into it like a cat wanting more pets. "It was in the shower," he gave me a slightly askewed grin. "Like I said, usually with work, there's not much opportunity for that sort of thing."
"Uh-huh," I nodded, confused. I thought he would say something about listening to music on a drive, or reading a book, this was... how did he-- "Ahuh??" Oh... My cheeks went a little scarlet as I put together what he meant taking matters into one's own hands. My mind was suddenly filled with the mental image of Mr. Rindo in the shower praciticing self care.... Misyr was right, I am a perv! "I-- I thought you meant--!" I stammered.
More laughter from the driver, but it didn't seem to be at all at my expense, "Sorry was that too much?" he asked.
I shook my head violently, though I couldn't calm my cheeks down from blushing. "No no, not at all, I worry I pressured you, not the other way around!"
"No no," he laughed softly, and gently rolled knuckles on my skirt. "I'm the mature one, it is my responsibility to be in the know, and to keep you safe in a relaxing comfort zone."
I pouted hard at that. "I'm not uncomfortable. But if my curiosity was getting the better of me before..."
"Oh? Is that so?" a very mischievous light was back in his eyes, plotting something for sure. "Unfortunately for you, it's my turn to ask."
I stubbornly raised my chin to be defiant, as if to say I wasn't the least bit nervous at all. Good thing I texted Il we were going to be a bit longer, because at this rate we really might be all night, and I didn't want them to interrupt at such an opportune moment. "Go on then," I dared him as best I could muster.
"When was the last time you practiced such self-care?" Kaoru put a finger over my lips again to stop me from answering too quickly. "Because I would like to make a guess." My heart jumped back into my throat. He really was running with that control thing. I think he must have known how much I loved it. Even more than I hinted at. So much more. "You're too nervous and embarrassed with the male boarders there. Even if the non-human aspect doesn't bother you, they are still men, and I think that does, yes?" I nodded nervously in spite of myself. He was right, of course. "You're too shy for the hotel room-"
"Oi," I pouted, at being called out, but he didn't stop.
"And your old job made you depressed. So it had to have been before that at least, yes?" He smirked smugly like a detective concluding their investigative deductions. Though what kind of a detective did that make him?
"Spot on," I sighed wistfully, trying not to be embarrassed.
He gave me a tight easy-going grin, as if to say, nothing to be embarrassed about. "I can help you with that." Despite the words, his brushing touch to my leg only lasted three seconds again.
"That's going to be a little difficult without searing your fingerprints off with more than five second touches," my bitter words escaped to reveal my true feelings! I quickly clasped my hand over my mouth in a small gasp, as if I could make the words somehow come back.
But even so, he laughed again anyway, and his shook his head in amusement. "Oh, you noticed?" More laughs, at himself, I think. "It's true, I haven't been, but not because I'm scared of Misyr's threat." I was about to say something cheeky about too late; how his actions already belied the truth, but he placed a finger on my lips again. This time I licked his fingertip! Okay, the glove over his fingers. But in combination with the words, it definitely had an effect on him, given the way his eyes widened like saucers before he swallowed hard, and eyed me heatedly. Still, even with that, his control was admirably firm, and the naughtiest part of me wondered if it extended beyond that. "Or I wouldn't have kept you out this late," he shook the finger briefly and booped my nose again. "The demon king will hate that much more, I promise." True. Very true. "But now I feel the need to prove I can do it within the time restrictions." His eyes were dancing again. This time mirroring the moonlight through the trees.
"Huh?" I was past the point of curiosity now. I don't have a word for it. More than just wanting to know, wanting to experience it myself. Insatiable desire. Like a spot on my back I just couldn't reach.
We were pretty far from the city now, but I could see the ocean and he pulled over to the side of the road. Not a tourist spot so there was no one there, but there were still cars occasionally passing by, and enough people that I wouldn't feel in danger. Perfect. He switched the ignition off and headlights dim. The parking lights were still on for safety purposes, but it was clearly discreet, and to take a few moments to breathe -- or... whatever.
That was only the beginning, however. My jaw dropped as he peeled the gloves off and placed them on the dashboard in front of him. Oh! We'd reached a truly new level now. I wondered if this was because he was signifying that if I wanted to be treated as an adult, he wouldn't hold back so much (even if he said that, I wouldn't believe him though!) or at the very least, he was signifying his intentions to stop driving for the interim.
Kaoru's eyes were dark on me, and I wondered if this was as close to breaking his control as he'd ever been. I didn't get the chance to teasingly ask, however. "Open the glove compartment," he commanded, gently but firmly. Oh. Did I suddenly discover something about myself when it came to taking orders? It was so new too. I always thought I wanted to be treated like an equal, not a shy younger woman who needed someone more experienced to help mentor and control the direction of events. "On top of the documents, behind the jammer," oh, that's cool, he has something all spy gear like this, "Not the rectangular pen case, but to the left of it." Ah yes, the pen he dropped when we first met.
I pushed things aside as directed, and pulled out a long, black, rounded edge device, with no idea what it was. It couldn't be a flare. "A flashlight?" I suggested. It was thicker and longer than a tampon applicator, and when I found a small switch, instead of projecting a beam of light, it started vibrating in my hand. "Mr. Rindo!!" I dropped it aghast, like it was on fire.
He laughed softly, more than a little nervously and quickly said, "It's not like that! I use it for work!" I stared at him incredulously, and he seemed to realize how absurd that statement was. "I should explain..."
"Please do," I murmured, still not picking up the device.
"It's hooked up to my phone," he dug into his pockets for his phone, and pulled up the app to show me. I'd heard of such things before, they're common with women who did OnlyFanstasy or the like, if I recall. Still.... That explained nothing! "Demon beasts from Bestia focus on movement. It's good to set it down at a distance, then set it off with the phone as a distraction. And it makes a noise like a phone on vibrate, so that distracts most modern humans too," he smiled attempting to be reassuring. I still wasn't sold.
"And you claim not to be a philanderer?" I gave him my strongest side-eye!
"I promise," he held a hand up, "It has never been used in anyone, and I have never done this sort of thing before." This sort of thing. Even though I was pretty sure he was telling the truth, and either way, I was choosing to trust him, even if maybe now was a good a time as any to take my non-human regular guests' advice to violence; I was very extra nervous. My head was buzzing, and the spot I couldn't quite reach was being drowned out in a tsunami of unvoiced thoughts. This sort of thing... What was it I had been so curious about, so eager to experience first-hand again? It somehow didn't seem as pressing as my embarrassment. But Mr. Rindo quietly came to my rescue, picked up the vibrator and in a low voice hovering by my ear politely asked, "May I?" He waited for my consent, which was easy enough to give. I trusted him. So that's all I had to do, right? Let him keep me safe, and show me what... what he wanted...? Maybe just not think about it too much!
The vibrator was touched against the back of my neck, and I quickly realized how much tension was there. Was all that just now from the nerves, or was that the effect of overworking for a couple of years, and the stress of moving? I let out a low moan of relief, and the sheer sensation of it was already overwhelming my previous embarrassment. "Feels good, right?" Kaoru verbally prodded gently, and made a small figure eight on my thigh. Something about no longer having the additional layer of gloves made it all the more electrifying. The fingers only lasted three seconds, but he left the vibrator going. "Small test," he affirmed my speculation. I made a small embarrassing moue of desire into my own hand, almost ready to bite my own knuckle, I couldn't hold that noise back, but it seemed to please him, without breaking his control.
"Okay!" he announced after moving the vibrator to the other side of my neck, and down to the shoulders, and no demon king smiting took place. "Kotone, look in my eyes," of course I did as he wanted. "Same rule as before, this is to help you, so if it's not, if it's making things worse not better, I want nothing to do with it, understood? So your job is to enjoy it; but also, tell me at the first sign of anything you don't like, okay?"
Even though I couldn't avoid making sounds before, I seemed to be suddenly so strangely silent and words were failing me. But I nodded my head vigorously, and groaned into my fist again at how good the vibrator felt on my too tight, too tense shoulders. If I was this noisy for it on my shoulders, what was lower down going to do to me?!
Far from being displeased with this however, Kaoru grinned and kissed my forehead. 1, 2, 3. "Good girl."
I pouted, and finally words were working for me again, "I'm pretty sure good girls don't do things like this."
His extremely arrogant smirk said more than any amount of words I could have choked out. I wanted to wipe it off his face and get that saucer-eyed dark Kyoto brew expression of surprise back instead. Or maybe let him keep ordering me around and discover more about myself I didn't know. "Naughty women don't need help learning to afford themselves pleasure." Well, he had me there.
"How would you know?" I groaned softly, squirming a little in the seat, the newly developing hunger for something no amount of luxury dinners or coffee could satiate.
"Because they don't hold my interest," Kyoto Black with dark shaved chocolate, cognac, and stout, had nothing on his eyes now. Sweet, low acidity, low bitterness, yeah. That was something I was going to make to surprise Kaoru with in the future. He'd earned a reward, though maybe coffee wasn't quite compensatory, maybe just my singularity relaxing with him in this moment would qualify. "To make this easiest on you, so you can focus on your mission," how was he this considerate despite how new he said this was for him too? I wondered sometimes if Misyr was reading my mind, but with Rindo, I wondered if he just thought the same way. Surely it wasn't just because we were both humans? "Restrict your answers to yes or no." His fingers and the vibrator coasted down my arm and side to the inside of my thigh and once again, the fingers left, but the vibrator remained. I wasn't even sure I could give any answer, no matter how much he tried to simplify it! "Is that okay, Kotone-chan?" the vibrator dipped below the hem of my skirt, and I closed my eyes.
"Yessir!" Oh, it seemed I could after all.
I opened my eyes briefly to watch the dark brew in his, and he smirked again, pulling my hand up to his lips for another kiss before whispering darkly in my ear, in a voice that was pure Kona Estate Dark: rich, sophisticated, decaffeinated, a kind of Hawaiian whole bean that even non-connoisseurs could instantly appreciate. "Good girl. Roll your skirt up if you'd please." I didn't need to answer verbally, just shifted in the seat, undoing the buckle and sliding up the hem some up my thigh. I couldn't help but make a small show of it, just to see and gauge his reaction. Like so? "Good," he nodded appreciatively, but his expression thoughtful as his right hand went to his chin. "More." I gulped and watched him watching me, as I slid it up more. I noticed the flicker in his expression. He was watching me to read my pleasure, but noticing that I was testing him back he smirked and with naked hunger showing in his teeth commanded, "All the way, Kotone-chan, I don't want my hand restricted, and I doubt you do either."
My eyes widened, and though I stifled a hiccup of surprise I rolled my skirt all the way up. "Hah?" I couldn't make words still, but it seemed good enough.
"Beautiful," he murmured just eyeing my plain panties. I was blushing so much I thought I would start a wildfire, but he paid it no mind, focused instead on the folds of my underwear he gently traced the vibrator down. I was glad that he wasn't directly touching me with his fingers, because surely, with how hot I felt, it would have been embarrassing to burn his fingers without even needing Misyr's destruction magic. Despite how thick the device was, he guided the tip gracefully between my folds pressing the underwear against me, and over the clitoral bud, and around it in a open bottomed oval. I gasped, moaned, and holding my skirt in double rolled up fists, I wondered if this was how Kaoru felt when he was gripping the steering wheel. If that restrained desire was even a hundredth as strong as my mine now was, I needed to commend him even more on how well he held out, but I was surely not going to manage the same. "Good?" I didn't need to glance at his eyes, I could feel the desire thick in his voice, like the kind used in iced coffee, but with a heavy dose of vanilla. I nodded numbly, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth so I couldn't even manage words again. "Excellent," he purred, his voice humming in tune with the vibrator, and I gulped, at a loss what to do other than other than enjoy it as commanded.
Rindo leaned over me, and in a brief moment I wondered if his control broke and he decided he wasn't going to let a machine do the interface work between us, but he didn't touch me, just reached over to the control on the car passenger seat to guide it into a laying back position. I wasn't disappointed.... not completely. He seemed to read the expressions change on my face, but didn't tease me about it, just smiled, and made sure to undo his seatbelt and adjust his own car seat for maximum freedom of movement. "I'm going to keep going like this," with my nerves as on fire as my body: a volcania molten blend you had to take extra care not to burn. "But when you start to get wet, we'll lose the panties, and I want you to put your feet up on the dashboard."
"Hahhh?" I gasped, and tried to get air in my lungs to let me respond. "I can't do that," I protested. He arched an eyebrow at me, and his ministrations between my legs didn't falter in the least. "I-It..." I stammered. "It's too nice! This car!"
He laughed in pure amusement, "Relax, remember?" he commanded. "Take your shoes off now."
My mouth was dry, but I found myself obeying, and though I left my legs spread so he wouldn't get tangled, kicked the shoes off and rubbed my feet together.
"Up," he commanded, eyes glowing with mirth and he patted the dashboard. Reluctantly, I slowly moved a leg and put my foot up near the windshield. Far from being disgusted about the perverse dirt of feet near the gorgeous refined luxury's vehicle pinacle of mechanical engineering, he beamed broadly. "Gorgeous. Good girl." I gulped. I could feel myself getting slick, and I was certain he must have been able to detect it, and I gave him a questioning glance as if to ask if it was now? "Hmmmm," he rumbled, a vibrating rhythm much in tune with the black tool in his fingers, "Not yet." I whimpered and closed my eyes, bit my bottom lip to try to hold back moans, and fidgeted my fists on the rolled up skirt. I wasn't sure if this was relaxing, but maybe it was like work itself. The reward came from the feeling of accomplishment later. He pressed the vibrator lightly inside me as much as the panties would allow, but still didn't seem satisfied that it was time to remove the cloth barrier, just glided it around my labia, using it to kiss my folds, and my moans continued to embarrassingly escape me.
"Okay!" he declared, though I couldn't tell the difference in my personal saturation point, there was clearly something he determined to be different. I seized upon the chance and moved to slide my panties off immediately, like a dam breaking away. "Not too quickly," he chided, briefly stopping me with a hand on mine. "Slowly, you should enjoy it, relax," he ordered again. I moaned my protests thickly, but closing my eyes I dragged out the process, slowly sliding the fabric lower and as it rolled off my bottom, I heard Rindo let out a low groan of wanton desire too. Somehow, that made it a lot easier to enjoy. "Yes," he growled in a needy tone mirroring my thick desire, "Good. Good girl." I was blushing again, but I just mewled and squirmed. He didn't even wait for the panties to get all the way off before pressing the vibrator above my folds, and I keened a whining protest.
"M-Mister Rindo," I gasped and panted in remonstration, "I- I can't th-think when you do that..."
"Good," he murmured again. "You should be relaxing, and not thinking so hard about work," he returned immediately.
"N-No," I shook my head, trying to clear the hazy fog of lust. "I mean..." I faltered, but somehow got my underwear off, and returned a leg upwards.
"Gorgeous, gorgeous," he praised me some more and I felt like I must have been glowing from it all. I didn't know what to do with my underwear, but he held out a hand and commanded, "Give them to me."
I closed my eyes and leaned back in the seat, I couldn't help it, I felt like a puddle already, and it was only going to get more extreme from here. "Are you keeping a souvenir?" I quippeed, being a little defiant to the yes or no response."
Through a peeked eye I watched him them to his face before sticking them in his pocket, "Good idea, I think I will."
"W-Wait," I protested, wanting to tell him it was a joke, not a suggestion, but he slid the vibrator inside me, and all I could do was moan as all other thoughts escaped me. "Ohhhhh," I groaned loudly into fist.
"Yes, good. Kotone-chan, if you can hear me," Rindo's voice was like a distant storm, rumbling and somehow far away, "Undo the top two buttons of your blouse." I obeyed without thinking at all, not even curious now, just somehow trusting and obedient. "Good. Touch yourself, down your chest, down to the bra." I bit my lip as I followed the instructions, and listened to the humming purr of his pleasure harmonizing in time with mine. "Over the lace, yes, that's good. Oh? You can't reach further like that... Hm." I shifted, and keened another whining protest. "Yes, good girl, trying so hard to please me. Undo the next button, but not all of them. Yes, that's right. Now glide your fingers over your nipples. Yes, just like that."
My throat was choked up. As he said, he could indeed bring me more pleasure than any amount of ex-boyfriends, even without touching me directly. Was this truly just the experience of age? "Hahhhhh..." I whined and pouted at him. I wanted to say something about how he should do more than just watch, but truthfully I was enjoying this too much to switch it up, and I couldn't think even if I wanted to speak.
"Don't make such a cute face," he laughed softly, "I'm helping you relax, aren't I?"
"It's not fair," I groaned, but didn't stop playing with my nipples through my bra for his show. "I'm not taking care of you." He hummed in pleasure, and twisted the vibrator in a circle which I gasped loudly at.
"You do that every day when I walk through the door," he chided softly, "If you enjoy yourself enough, perhaps we'll do this again sometime, yes?"
I nodded eagerly, somehow determined to prove that I was enjoying myself so much that we should definitely do it again, and next time less focused on me, and more on the two of us. "Hahhh... P-please sir," I gasped and squirmed some more, not sure at all what I was asking for, as escalation seemed too much, and relief seemed terminally far away!
Kaoru's eyes flickered and a low groan bubbled in his mouth, though he kept his mouth closed for a bit. He took a steadying breath to keep himself calm, and shifted a little in his seat, he was clearly aroused, and trying not to let it interfere with his self-imposed mission. "Fingers," his voice was even lower than usual, and he almost clenched his teeth, "Slide them under the bra now," he ordered with no room for bargain. I wondered if this was his usual workplace tone, but I rather doubted it.
More whining was his rewarded response from me, as the touch of my own fingers was too silken soft for what I wanted, but I obeyed the direction, and shifted so he apply more pressure with the vibrator, just laying back in shameless bliss. "Hahhhh, sir... yes..."
He moved closer to me, as careful as Rindo was to stay hovering and our only point of constant contact was the vibrator. It seemed he wanted more a view, and I could only feel inclined to oblige. His dark Kyoto brew voice thickly murmured, "Are you close now, Kotone-chan?"
I nodded eagerly, "Yes sir," I didn't think I could take much more either.
He hummed and lightly sucked a nipple through the silky bra in between my fingers licking when they'd pinched the nipple just so. That was definitely all I needed to orgasm in a heady rush. "Mi-Mister Rindo!" I wailed as my vision and brain seemed to short circuit in a cloud of hazy bliss.
When I came out of it enough to observe my situation, I was definitely more relaxed, as expected. Mister Rindo, had let of of the vibrator, though it seemed deeper inside of me, I think my orgasm had sucked it in more, somehow. But even so, Kaoru seemed more relaxed too, and infinitely pleased with himself -- and me. I felt like a pudding. "Mmm?" I mewled and moved to remove the vibrator myself.
Kaoru laughed, "That surprised me actually." Not the first time today. I seemed to keep doing that to him. "Like any man, I like hearing my named called out in throes of ecstasy by a beautiful woman. But you needn't be so formal at times like this."
I blushed up a storm. "I - I wasn't even thinking," I stammered and shifted in the seat, wondering if I should fix my clothes now, and ask for my underwear back, even it was damp, it might be difficult to hide from the nonhumans all that happened. Then again, wearing the old panties might not help either.
Rindo gently brushed my mussed hair back behind my shoulders and leaned over again to move my seat more upright. I snuck a quick thank you kiss from him and he groaned darker into the kiss than any time through the rest of the venture. "Kotone," his eyes on mine were full of longing and promise, and I wondered if somehow that one action had been more daring than everything else we'd just done. I could only give him an innocent grin.
"Thank you. For helping me," I couldn't stop the demure blush however.
"Mmm," he took the vibrator out of my hands, and to my own widening eyes surprise, tasted it in his mouth, "Truly my pleasure." I gulped and he gave me a sly sidelong smirk. "Problem?" he challenged me, teasing, testing all over again just like before. I mutely just shook my head. My mind was too blown, and from something like this...
He put it in his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck in thought. "If you'd like to stay out the rest of the night I could get a hotel or--"
I jerked and shook my head no, "I have to be up early to work and get in the habit for meeting vendors and brewing."
If he was disappointed, he hid it. "At the very least I believe I should help you get a bit refreshed." He tapped a finger to his chin before pulling on the himbo gloves. "It won't fool Ignis' lupine senses, but at least I won't feel so sleazy dropping you off after molesting you thoroughly."
"M-Mister Rindo..." I stammered again, and gulped. "That-- I-- you've already done so much for me and I really appreciate it--" I asserted, fixing my clothes as best I could.
He waved a gloved hand yet again. "Kotone, please. You can call me Kaoru if you want, or drop the honorific. But please, let me do this for you. Besides, then I can keep a trophy." He smirked playfully, gauging my reaction.
I giggled in spite of myself and nodded. "Yes sir. Oh, but... I'm not sure such a place would be open this late?"
"One moment," he held up a finger and flipped through his phone. Somehow I swear his smartphone did better reading his gloves than his fingertips. He blinked and glanced at his phone, "Hah..." he looked embarrassed. "I showed you the technological advances of humans... and then forgot all about the app for controlling the toy..."
"Oh! Me too," I nodded. "But it was better this way," I insisted.
"Good," he nodded and seemed to find what he was looking up, as he set the car to get ready to drive.
"Next time, let's skip the toy too," I mumbled, glancing out the window at the scenery, before placing my hand on his thigh in a small caress.
"I'll be looking forward to it," he growled, voice dark and rumbly like macchiatto.
I was relaxed enough now to easily fall asleep, and Kaoru definitely seemed to notice. "I'll put on some jazz, like your shop has, and you should try to get some. You trust me to keep you safe on the drive, no?" I definitely couldn't argue it, so I dozed off almost instantly. When I woke up we were just outside a fancy all-night boutique. Somehow I forgot that it was a luxury of Tokyo, that some places didn't close late, and I wondered if I should consider adjusting the hours of my cafe to accommodate such people or if my regulars' hours meant I didn't need to worry about it. Kaoru gentlemanly held the car door open for me like a chauffeur and led me inside with a 3 second supportive hand to my back.
"Um..." Right, I had no underwear on. My eyes were wide on him trying not to panic, but he just smiled reassuringly.
"I'll take care of everything," he promised. And indeed he did; guiding me throughout the store on a late night shopping trip.
"I don't need--" I protested as he added in nightclothes, business clothes, and more to what was supposed to be just underwear. I internally wailed, I couldn't possibly afford all this!
He placed a gloved finger over my lips again. "I said I would take care of it, no?"
"But--!" I protested as best I could, but he shooked his head in response.
"You should never buy one thing on ventures like this," he admonished and then gestured to the men's section as well. "Feel free to pick something out for me as well. Never mind the cost, I'm covering both of us." I blushed thoroughly. He was adding nightclothes to avoid it being suspicious? Oh, but choosing something for him was rather fun and intimate in a strange way. Although I only picked out a nice mulberry turtleneck, it seemd rather plain so I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. He seemed more than pleased, however, and it seemed like it all went so quickly, a tornado of transaction so I didn't have much time to think or protest about it.
In the car in front of Enchante before walking me inside, he reminded me of our promise. "I will go home and take care of myself and relax," I wondered briefly if that entailed some self-care like he'd helped perform on me, "So you must do so too, understood?"
I smiled and nodded. "Promise you will?" He nodded. "Ah... and..." I bit my bottom lip. "I want a next time."
His eyes softened and nodded, "Me too."
He walked me inside and instantly Misyr looked ready to deck him. I stood in front of Mr. Rindo protectively. "I asked him to keep me out later, Misyr, I'm sorry," I quickly said, standing between Kaoru and the others.
Misyr sighed and raked claws through his hair. "It can't be helped," he grunted, glaring at Kaoru who just grinned back. "But I really have to get going."
I nodded and smiled, "Thank you Misyr." He grunted and waved a hand, all but running to the room with the gate, leaving the rest of it to the other 3. Il just kept playing his game, probably only staying up to make sure I came home okay, but not too worried thanks to my text.
Ignis' lupine senses did seem a bit fired up, but he glanced over the bags and just huffed. "Told you all you didn't have to worry so much," he growled.
Canus reacted like a mother though. "We were very worried, Kotone. Are you feeling better now?"
I pushed Rindo out the door to go home. "Much," I nodded repeatedly. Ignis gave me something of a sideglance, but didn't say anything. "Mr. Rindo just felt the need to show me human pampering." This seemed to satisfy the knight and he all but herded the angel and Ignis off to their own rooms. I took my own bags to go to bed, definitely sure I would get better sleep than in years. And with a small mental note to return the favor for Rindo someday.