Chapter 12: The Game (Part 3)

Ahmed's hands deftly moved to the small of Ayaka's back, his fingers grazing the delicate fabric of her dress as he pulled her closer. He savored the feel of her body pressed against his, her soft curves contrasting with his muscular frame.

Ayaka's breathing quickened as Ahmed's hands traced the outline of her thighs, his fingers grazing the edge of her panties through the high slit of her dress. Her eyes locked on his, she licked her lips, a silent invitation for him to take what he wanted.

With a growl, Ahmed's hands slid beneath her dress, his fingers dancing over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He could feel the heat between her legs, the dampness of her arousal through her panties. His fingers paused for a moment, teasing her, before finally finding the edge of her underwear.

Gently, he pulled her panties aside, exposing her to his touch. Ayaka's breath hitched as his fingers slid inside her, her body trembling with anticipation. He thrust gently, feeling her wetness enveloping him, her body responding to his touch.

As he continued to explore her, Ayaka's hands found their way to the zipper of his pants, her fingers deftly unzipping it. Her hands slid inside, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of him pulsing in her hand.

With a moan, Ayaka leaned in, her lips crashing against his as she pulled him closer. Their tongues danced together, their passion growing with every touch, every kiss.

Ahmed's hands moved with purpose, his fingers dancing over Ayaka's body, her skin sensitive to his touch. His hands found her breasts, the delicate fabric of her dress no barrier against the heat that was building between them.

As he caressed her, Ayaka's dress slid down her shoulders, revealing her bare skin to his touch. He continued to explore her, his fingers teasing her nipples, causing her to arch her back, her body eager for more.

With a growl, Ahmed flipped them over and pinned Ayaka onto the bed, her dress pooling around her waist.

Ahmed's pants dropped to the floor, his erection springing free, hard and ready for her. He leaned over Ayaka, his body pressed against hers, their skin melding together as he positioned himself between her legs.

With a gentle thrust, he entered her, feeling the warmth of her surrounding him. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, her body tightening around him.

Ayaka's eyes locked on his, her breath hitching as he began to move. Slow and steady, he thrust into her, his hips rolling in perfect rhythm, their bodies moving in harmony.

As he continued, Ayaka's hands found their way to his back, her nails digging into his skin, her body arching with pleasure. She moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, her body trembling with each thrust.

Ahmed could feel the intensity building, his body responding to her touch, her taste, her smell. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful, his body craving release.

Ayaka's moans grew louder, her body shaking with pleasure as he continued to thrust into her. Her hands found their way to his chest, her fingers digging into his skin, her nails leaving marks behind.

As the intensity reached its peak, Ayaka's eyes locked on Ahmed's, her body convulsing around him. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.

With a growl, Ahmed followed suit, his body shuddering as he found his release, his seed filling her. Their bodies continued to move, their passion still burning strong, their love making far from over.

Slowly, their breathing returned to normal, their bodies still connected, their passion still burning. As Ahmed pulled out of her, he could feel the warmth of her surrounding him, a reminder of the pleasure they had shared.

Ayaka's eyes locked on his, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Thank you for sticking to my request, Mr. Ali," she whispered, her voice husky with lust. "That was the first time a man had taken me gently."

Ahmed's gaze met Ayaka's, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise. "You're welcome, Madame Ishikawa," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "It was my pleasure to make love to you in such a manner."

He could still feel the warmth of her surrounding him, her body still calling to him. As much as he wanted to continue, he knew that she had asked for gentleness, and he would honor her request.

Ayaka's fingers traced the marks on his chest, her eyes never leaving his. "And I appreciate it, Mr. Ali," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "I wasn't sure that you could, but you proved me wrong."

As Ayaka began to rise from the bed, adjusting her panties and necklace, Ahmed couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He reached out, pulling her back into his arms, his lips crushing against hers in a passionate kiss.

Ayaka's eyes fluttered closed, her body melting into his, the kiss deep and intense. As their tongues danced together, his hands moved, caressing her body, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves.

Slowly, they pulled away, their bodies still yearning for more, but knowing that their time together was limited. "Until next time, Mr. Ali," Ayaka whispered, her voice sultry and seductive as she slipped out of his arms and towards the door.

Ahmed watched her go, his heart aching with the knowledge that their time together was over. "I'll be waiting, Madame Ishikawa," he called after her, his voice filled with promise.

As the door closed behind her, he fell back onto the bed, his body still sensitive from their love making, his mind filled with the memory of her touch. "Until then, Mr. Ali," she called back, her voice echoing through the room, a promise of the passion that awaited them in the future.

As Ayaka entered Richard's mansion, she found Richard in her bedroom, his eyes burning with fury. He pulled her roughly by her necklace.

Richard's eyes narrowed as he took in Ayaka's disheveled appearance, his grip on her necklace tightening. "Where the hell have you been, Ayaka?" he growled, his voice filled with anger and suspicion.

Ayaka's heart raced as she replied, her voice trembling with fear. "I was at a friend's birthday party, Richard," she stammered, her eyes darting away from his. "I left a letter explaining where I'd gone."

Richard's face contorted with rage, his hands balling into fists. "You expect me to believe that bullshit?" he spat, his voice low and dangerous. "Look at you, dressed like a fucking whore, your lipstick all over the place as if you've been sucking cock all night!"

Ayaka's eyes widened at his words, her body trembling with fear. "It's not what you think, Richard," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, believe me."

Richard's grip on her necklace tightened, his face a mask of anger. "I'll decide what I fucking believe, you unfaithful bitch!" he roared, his eyes flashing with violence.

His hands shot out, grabbing her roughly by the arms, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I should kill you for this!" he snarled, his face inches from hers.

Ayaka's eyes filled with tears as she tried to pull away from his grasp. "Please, Richard," she begged, her voice shaking. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Richard's eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, but it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. "Sorry won't cut it, you selfish whore!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.

As Ayaka's tears fell, Richard's hands moved with purpose, his fingers finding the delicate diamond choker around her neck. With a furious growl, he tore it away from her, the diamonds scattering across the floor.

Ayaka's scream filled the room as Richard's hands found her dress, his fingers ripping it apart, exposing her body to his gaze. His eyes burned with lust and anger, Richard's hands moved with purpose, his fingers digging into Ayaka's skin, leaving marks behind. He tore her dress further, exposing her breasts to his touch, his eyes never leaving her body.

Ayaka's screams echoed through the room as Richard's hands moved, his fingers rough and demanding. He grabbed her breasts, his touch painful, causing her to scream out in pain and fear.

His hands moved lower, his fingers finding her panties, ripping them away in a single motion. Ayaka's body trembled, her eyes wide with terror as he grabbed her, pulling her onto the bed, his body crushing against hers.

His hands moved with purpose, his fingers probing her, his touch harsh and cruel. Ayaka's body tensed, her screams filling the room as he forced himself inside her, his body thrusting into her, rough and unyielding.

Ayaka's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Richard continued his brutal assault, his body moving with violence, his eyes burning with rage. Her body shook, her screams echoing through the room, a testament to the pain he inflicted upon her.

As Richard's release came closer, his body shuddering, his thrusts became more forceful, his body slamming into hers. Ayaka's body convulsed, her screams turning into sobs as he finished, his body collapsing onto hers, his breath heavy and labored.