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Chapter 36

Katsuko's POV

My eyes watched as Masato moved around on stage, sweat covered his body as he sang each note with precision and voiced each scream with a power you wouldn't expect him to have.

They were nearing the end of their set, and I was on the brink. The entire show he'd been turning the device off and on. Sometimes on the lowest setting, leaving it for almost a whole song. Others, full power for a few brief seconds when they took breaks to interact with the crowd.

However, every time, it was never long enough to allow me to reach my peak. He kept an eye on me, as promised, and as soon as he saw I was getting close, he left it long enough for me to settle again.

My body was tense and tightened, my mind was in a craze, and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks.

"Are you feeling okay, you look a little flushed?" Daiki looked at me, eyeing me in concern.

"Oh, I'm fine, jet lag, long flight and all. I'm okay, though." I lied through my teeth, "AH!"

"Shit, miss, are you okay?" He asked in a panic as I hunched over, the underwear on a pulsing on a medium setting. I felt the vibrations in every part of my body as my stomach tightened.

"Uh, yeah, just a cramp. I'm fine, could you fetch me some water?" I asked as I recovered myself, and the vibrations stopped as quickly as they started

"Certainly, go sit down, and I'll bring you a glass. You should stretch and massage the area, miss."

Yeah, well, I can't exactly massage the area right now. I thought to myself as I nodded, and he walked off.

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"Really? You had to do right when I was talking to Daiki?!" I hissed at Masato as he found me waiting outside his car.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. So, how did you cover that up?" His eyes glimmered in amusement as his lips curved into a smirk.

"Told him it was a sudden cramp, I ought to slap you for that."

"Nice cover." Masato chuckled.

"Stop laughing, get in the car and take me home, because I swear to god-"

"Aw, is my Koneko all turned on?" He teased, cutting my words off.

"I'm pretty sure if you don't take me home and let me come, there will be blood, Masato David," I warned. I was wound so tightly; I felt as if I was about to burst under the intense pressure I felt inside me. I was so much more than just sexually frustrated.

"Well, I better keep my promise, then hey?" He shot me a wicked smirk before he unlocked the car.

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Masato barely let me put my bag down and remove my shoes before he pulled me close to his body, his lips on mine in an urgent kiss. The kiss was hot, heated, and needy as if we'd not kissed each other in months, and if we didn't, our life depended on it.

My fingers wrapped themselves in his hair, pulling at it as if I was trying to climb a skyscraper. The force of the pull caused his lips to pull from mine as he let out a low growl.

"Fuck, Koneko, I missed you."

"I missed you too," I smirked, before I moved, pushing him against the wall of our living room.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, undoing them until the fabric separated to allow me to remove it from his slender but muscular body.

My hands smoothed over his chest with flat palms, moving down his tattooed arms as my lips attacked his neck with nips and kisses.

I hurriedly tackled with the belt and fastenings of his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. I was too frenzied and wanton to take my time; I needed him more than the air I needed to breathe.