The Sun And The Moon Ambw 06 Withdrawals

"Hey Lucille! How was your weekend?" Asked Jackson. Lucy sighed which took Jackson and her other friend, Rumi by surprise.

"Why the long face? Usually, you'd come back and tell us about some epic book you've read, or poetry-or some shit." Said her friend Rumi who tore her eyes away from her mac book for a hot second to raise her delicate brow.

Lucy took a sip of her red velvet latte and sighed again. Her heart was aching. She got her feelings so wrapped around this man in such a short time, she didn't anticipate to be strung out this much to dry. Hiro tried to make it up to her, but Lucy declined his offers of monetary comfort or a shopping spree at Cartier, Dior, or Versace to ease her pain. She just wanted the throes of sex with a passion akin to a romance, but that was too far-fetched in her situation. So, Lucy decided she would just put space between her and Hiro until she could put her head back on straight.

Damn her for being a weak bitch!

She was really in over her head and didn't know whether she should bury her gentle heart and continue to mindlessly fuck this man or let him know that she was growing feelings for him-

"

Lucy...

Lucy?" Rumi nudged her rib and Lucille instantly perked back up.

"Oh my goodness! I really spaced out back there...Sorry," She sheepishly apologized.

"Are you okay hun? You don't seem like yourself." Now Rumi was concerned, her dark charcoal eyes reminded her so much of her tormentor who was putting Lucy through this stress. "Do you need to go home early?"

The young woman shook her head,causing loose curls on the side of her temples to follow after. "No, I'm fine."

Lucille returned back to her desk and tried her best to place her game face on. She answered a few emails, and penciled in events all while her boss, Mr. Wolfe was in a private meeting with Hiro and another investor. An auburn-haired secretary sat outside the door murmuring to someone over the phone and Hiro's secretary sat next to her, glaring daggers at Lucille whenever she could. Lucy tried to pay no mind to the woman but she could feel her eyes boring holes into her temple and it started to make her anxious.

Finally, Lucy raised her gaze to meet Hiro's secretary and to her utter shock- the woman held her stare!

"Uh...can I help you?" Lucy made a face at the woman. The lady snorted in disgust and turned her head away as if to dismiss their little conversation. The woman tucked a raven ringlet curl behind her ear and tapped away at her iPad.

'Oh, this bitch.'

Lucy rolled her eyes and returned back to her work, absently cursing the secretary's new ugly curly hairdo. She looked like a gothic Shirley Temple from Hell.

After a few moments, Hiro, her boss, and their client emerged from his office with light energy around them. Mr. Wolfe talked exuberantly to their client who smirked at his words. Hiro's face was bored but attentive to the conversation, interjecting only when needed. His eyes slid away from the conversation to catch Lucille's dark brown orbs inwardly tangled in his web. His eyes beckoned to meet her in private, but Lucille shook her head slightly and glanced away, successfully escaping from his trap.

Mr. Wolfe and the client finished their conversation and ended it on a high note, giving promises of meeting with their ladies for dinner to finish more business and enjoy some drinks. Mr. Wolfe turned towards Lucille in elation.

"Miss Valentine, before you go on lunch, be sure to clear my schedule for our dinner next week on Tuesday evening." With that, Wolfe made his exit.

Hiro and his secretary stayed back and Hiro glanced at Lucille with intentions to ask her for lunch, but Lucy turned away without a second glance and excused herself, leaving a seething Hiro behind.

~O~

Blinking twice as hard, Lucy's tired brown eyes tried to focus as she was typing away at her computer. For a moment, she glanced at the time and realized it was hours past closing and reaching almost ten o'clock. She sighed and looked around the empty dark office space before saving her power point.

The young woman gathered her things and packed her bag before shutting down her computer and calling it a night. She stretched her tired limbs and released a big yawn. After strapping her heels back on, she walked towards the elevator, not missing the one lone office light still on.

Lucy looked and noticed it was Hiro's office and stopped for a moment. She hadn't really held a conversation with him in over two weeks since they had their little falling out. He seemed annoyed that Lucy had resorted to basically phasing him out from her mind, but she held strong in her convictions and they were not met without the smoking lust that shrouded around them whenever he locked those hypnotic eyes to hers and beckon her to dance in sin with him.

Lucy had to force space between them to cool down their situation and in the process, she threw herself into her work more and tried to ignore Hiro for the better part of the time he was around.

Lucy knocked on the door and peeked her head in to see the beautiful man focused on a stack of paperwork. He lifted his eyes in annoyance at the intruder but they instantly softened when he realized who it was. He laid down his pen and neatly put away the stack of paperwork, almost as if expectant of something to happen. Lucy stayed planted at the door.

"Lucy," he breathed almost happily. "As to why I have the honor of having your audience? Are you done ignoring me?" he rested his chin on his knuckles in amusement. Lucy wanted to scoff.

She pouted instead. "No, I was actually going to ask if you were hungry and wanted to go someplace, but I can just go.."

"No need," Hiro quickly shook his head and motioned for Lucy to take a seat on his lap. She reluctantly moved towards him but opted to sit on the clean spot of his desk instead.

Hiro moved to fill the remaining space with his body and allowed her proximity to take in his familiar scent. He felt her body respond in delight as it fell into a state of familiarity around him and she inwardly cursed at herself for falling back into him so easily. The time between them must have done a number on both parties. She tried to straighten up and be more strong against his advances.

Hiro examined her stiff form and noted how uncomfortable she was under the surface. He knew this was a better time than any to fix this problem they caused if he hoped to have more time with her.

"Lucy," He started warmly. "I'm sorry for being..." He fumbled for the right word. Clearly he was not used to apologizing, so Lucy felt the need to assist.

"An ass" She finished for him.

He nodded slowly, accepting her version of his behavior. "

An ass

, and if I can make it up to you, I want to." Hiro leaned his head into the crook of her neck and took in the beautiful scent of her sweet red apple perfume and the fresh tea tree oil in her hair. She was deliciously heaven-sent and he yearned to bask in her ethereal radiance and touch every inch of her immaculate body.

"I am at your mercy Queen Lucille." He whispered huskily into her ear. Just the tiniest of touches from the pads of his fingers against her soft, supple skin left heavy waves of pressure and heat that was steadily building in his body. God, he was drunk off the lust he had for her.

It had been two weeks, four days, six hours, eighteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds, exactly since he was last allowed access to her sacred temple and he had become driven wild with withdrawals from her gentle touches and warmth. Oh, how he had tried in vain to recreate this woman in her absence. He even went so far as to "innocently" enter the suggestion of his secretary getting a perm to give her naturally bone-straight hair, a curl that she had never had before.

What a horrible mistake that was...

She came to work the next day with a head full of untamed rag curls. Needless to say, while he fucked Vicky from the back, he envisioned those same curls with shots of brown and honey sparkling under the dim light of the reception lobby and her skin was basked with a glow that nestled the secrets of her pleasure. He barely came and told Vicky not to expect any different treatment afterwards and asked for her to send for the driver.

He was mildly disgusted with himself that he grew to be a desperate man in their time away, but he would never admit it to anyone, not even God, lest he sounded pussy-whipped.

Lucy ran her fingers through his inky locks and smoothed the hair back. Her fingers traced down to the back of his neck and gasped at the warm kisses he proceeded to lay against her skin. He sucked and bruised hungrily against her and nibbled her tender flesh. She threw her head back and allowed him to lay kisses down the column of her throat and noted how her legs opened wider for him.

His hand snaked up her thigh and met the top of her trousers and as he began to unbuckle them, he felt a hand stop him. He looked up to see Lucille's eyes and saw them glazed over with unbridled lust, but he also saw something weighing heavy on her as well.

"Hiro," She breathed and he mentally hoped he could stop her from wanting to end this, not before he satisfied this hunger she caused him.

Lucy weighed her words for a moment and spoke. "Hiro...There are just some ways I want to be treated and respected the same way you want to be." She pouted her luscious lips at him.

"I know I can be shy and...

defiant

...but you're not an entirely supportive person either, especially while I'm learning things I've never done before." Hiro nodded his head, taking in her words.

"I'm not like your business partners. I'm not like your employees. When we are in a bedroom, we both are on a different level and while I am being intimate with you on a non-romantic level, you have to understand I still have feelings too...I'm not some

sex-crazed vixen

that's gonna know how to press all your buttons, so you're gonna have to be some type of support and not just walking away just because I'm doing it wrong. That's really discouraging..."

Hiro listened but almost frowned because there she was dampening the mood again with

feelings.

But, she still had a point and a valid one at that. If he were to treat her a little better than the others, he can still be privy to the secrets of her body and the last thing he wanted to lose this again. He looked at her warm eyes and smiled back, almost kindly. He looked at how he managed to take her breath away with the simple gesture and spoke.

"I'm sorry I ever made you feel that way, I've never meant to hurt you in any way and you are right. I can be a little..cold. It's just how I grew to be, but for you, my little Lucy, I will be kinder and gentler. Starting now." He went to work with untucking her satin blue blouse and all but ripping it open to expose her chest. She wore an emerald lace wired bra with her breast spilling from the sides of their confinement. He cupped the fleshy mounds and massaged them gently as he kissed her throat and trailed his kisses down the valley of her breast.

He released one breast and traced his finger around her chocolate topped areola before latching his mouth to taste the sweetness. The tip of his tongue traced the outline her nipple before flicking her hardened tip.

Lucy writhed in pleasure and grasped the back of his neck. He unbuttoned her slacks and peeled them away from her legs with her help of lifting her waist.

Underneath, Lucille had worn a simple pair of matching lacy bikini and noted the modesty of it. He dipped down on one knee to inspect her damp panties and kissed the inner corner of her thigh.

He rubbed her other thigh, as to warm his awaiting meal. "Lucy, I need you to do me a favor." He spoke as his fingers slid to move aside the damp slip of fabric.

"And what is that?" She felt him spread her petals open and blushed.

"I need you to scream my name." without warning, he latched onto her clit with intentions to erupt her body in bliss and caused Lucille's legs to sandwich his head in vengeance.

Nevertheless, her hands trailed to entangle in the threads of his locks as she complied in filling the room with her sinful song and praise.

~O~

Vicky checked her wrist watch and wrinkled her brow. Mr. Kaneshiro hadn't requested for his vehicle to pick him up from the office and she was steadily growing worried of his absence. She texted him a few times and even called, but was met with static silence.

He usually would at least texted her that he was busy and will find his own way home, but she hadn't heard a peep. She wondered if he had fallen asleep while working and absently smiled at the thought of it in her mind: Hiro with his beautiful hair slicked back into a messy bun and those errant wisps of hair that falls in front of him whilst resting his weary head against his knuckles with his laptop on sleep mode.

It made her heart leap bounds.

Vicky was sure if that was the case, he would be extremely appreciative if she would come by the office and wake him. Surely he'd love it! He might even be so grateful as to take her again and this time, on his desk. She shivered delightfully at the memory when he caressed her cheek as to touch the fresh ringlet curls she donned for him after he proposed she try a new 'do.

He seduced her, and she was more than happy to oblige him. She teased him with bending over a reception couch and giving him access to her. He watched her peel away her panties and for a moment, she questioned if he would reject her bold advances and maybe even fire her. In that moment, she actually grew extremely nervous under his stoic glare.

She was surprised when he stepped towards her bare and glistening pussy and roughly positioned her with her head facing the inner arm rest as he reached in his wallet for a condom and unzipped his pants.

Vicky reeled herself in before she got lost in her lusty mind. She shrugged on her jacket and grabbed her car keys.

She drove like a bat out of hell to the office and parked in the empty lot. Vicky pulled her key card out and slid it through for passage into the dark lobby. She rode the escalator to his floor and saw a lone light at the end of the aisle of cubicles and smiled. So he was still here after all.

She all but skipped down the aisle, but slowed her pace as she picked up on a sound flittering from the slit of open space in his door. It was enough for her to peek in and see what was happening.

Vicky tucked a curl behind her left ear to get a clear view as she spied on the couple inside and inaudibly gasped.

There, on his table was Mr. Wolfe's secretary, Lucky? Lunelle- whatever her name was sitting on Hiro's desk with her legs wide open and head thrown back as strangled cries of pleasure escaped her lips. The cries of passion were caused by none other than Hiro. He had his hand firmly around her throat whilst his hips rolled against her pelvis in an audible wet slap. The secretary sat a hand behind her and resting against the table and the other gripped his strong shoulder. Vicky watched as he leaned into her and captured her neck like he was dracula himself and feasted against her sweet flesh.

Vicky took in a shaky breath whilst Hiro's hands gripped the secretary's chocolate nipple and rolled them firmly. Lucy bit her lip and moaned sweetly.

"He's fucking that black bitch?!" Was all she could say. Vicky wanted to storm off, or storm in and grab that little black bitch by her nappy-ass hair, but instead she grabbed her phone for evidence and pressed record. However, she stopped at a point to look back at Hiro when he pulled away to smile at the secretary.

The look in his eye as he worked her body close to an orgasm made her wet beyond anything before. She was rooted in her spot and the sinful dance they played made her uncomfortable in her own panties.

Vicky envisioned herself being the apple of his eye, she wanted those hands to be touching her in places she had only imagine they could. Instinctively, she dropped her phone and her own hands moved across her clothed body and one trailed down the waistband on her jeans and met her underwear.

She couldn't believe she was going to do this, but her mind and body were working on two different wavelengths. She rubbed her soft labias and pressed her middle finger into her sensitive folds, running over the hood of her clit and shivered before biting her lip to quell her pleasure. Her fingers traced down until they glossed over her wet pussy and gathered her dripping essence before trailing back to her clit as she began to rub firm circles, eliciting thunderbolt sensations that spread across her loins. She matched his thrust and glided her fingers accordingly as if it were his own dick.

The secretary and Hiro were sharing a heated gaze and she saw a flicker of an emotion in them that she thought he was incapable of having and a hot steam of jealousy scorched her. Those eyes, that feeling, it all belonged to Vicky, not that dumb whore.

"My sweet Lucy," he breathed, but in Vicky's mind, it was her name that rolled off his tongue. "You feel so fucking good. You are too much for me."

"Thank you," Vicky whispered.

"Hiro- oh fuck,

Hiro

." Lucy's hand moved from behind his neck to his messy hair. She began to roll her hips quicker against his and Hiro moved to grip her waist to deepen his thrusts as her orgasm washed over her.

Vicky was rapidly rubbing her clit, spelling out his name with her fingers. She opened her legs wider to welcome her impending orgasm just as Lucy pressed Hiro's ear to her mouth. Her heated breath panting in his ear, added with the hand that moved to scratch at his back was enough to send him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself as a stream of his hot cum landed on Lucy's belly. He had much rather spilt his seed in her, but he forgot to use a condom this time and Lucy wasn't on birth control.

Vicky came in her jeans and slapped her free hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. Her mind swirled with the moment and ignored the couple who began to bicker.

"You got cum on my favorite blouse- wait, you didn't use a condom?!" That bitch spoke.

"I didn't expect to have sex today, but I pulled out on time." Hiro was nonchalant. This caused that bitch to speak again. Vicky reluctantly collected herself and uncomfortably walked back to the elevator in a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and anger.

That woman, that

bitch

was fucking what should be her man and Vicky knew she was using him for his status or his money. She knew from the moment that gold-digging hussy laid her eyes on Hiro, that she was trouble and Vicky had just enough evidence to prove that. She looked down at her cellphone screen with a missed call from Hiro.

~O~

I hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading! All your feedback has been amazing and I love reading them! It was super fun reading your opinions on Lucy and Hiro.