by Lila Mina
Yuki shifted, and this time, her body nestled against Lana's. “Goshujin sama should have been clearer about this, Lana san. Maybe he thought he had more time. Or perhaps, in a typical male fashion, he didn’t explain it well enough. But now that I am also a part of this, I hope you can believe it.”
Lana gazed at Yuki, the impulse to take her and kiss her warring with the acute knowledge she was Honda’s wife. Would it be all right for me to take the initiative here? Gosh, I’m a mess! I usually have a better grip on the situation!
“I hear you, Yuki san, but this scenario is brand new. You’re asking me to jump, yet I don’t know what’s at the bottom, much less if I have a parachute. And, well, how do you know this is a solution your husband will accept? He didn’t propose this in the first place.”
Yuki laughed again, and to Lana’s dismay, she found the sound soothing and delightful. The woman then kissed her neck softly, sending goosebumps all along her spine. “He might not show it or act like it, but anything that makes you come back to him will satisfy him. As for the rest, well, it would also be a first for us. Goshujin sama has never cared for the women I’ve taken to my bed. If he allows me to be with you, together with him or simply the two of us, it will be a great, treasured gift.”
Her warm voice held so many promises that Lana couldn’t resist anymore; she welcomed tempting and sensual lips, letting her desire overrule her need to be in control. Both moaned, and the kiss deepened. Yuki’s fingers climbed up Lana’s thigh, teasing and caressing her soft and hyper-sensitive flesh.
Yuki broke their passionate kiss before they got carried away. Her cheeks had turned to a lovely pink, but Lana knew she was crimson herself. Yuki took a plastic card from her small purse.
“Here is our room key. Take your time to think about it. We always book a room when we attend weddings. If you wish, please join us later in room 1710. If you don’t, it’s not a problem of course. Goshujin sama and you will talk about it without me. The choice is yours.”
Lana played with the magnetic key, trying to collect her thoughts. My choice. My call. My desires. It’d be so much easier if I didn’t enjoy the sound of her voice already. But… two masters? Can I handle them when he’s already a handful on his own? When I’m so new to this kind of game? But enough running already! Since when do I flee and hide? That’s not who I am!
She glanced up at Yuki and gave her a smile that thankfully didn’t falter. “I believe I will join you later on, and this will be settled in one way or another for good.”
“Wonderful. Let’s go back to the reception; we’ve been too long already.”
Lana put her clothes and hair back in order. They parted ways and went back inside the banquet room using different doors.
“Lana, here you are! We almost gave up on you,” Tim exclaimed with a grin and a wink when she sat back at her table. Lana offered her friends an apologetic smile and hoped against hope her cheeks weren’t as crimson as they felt.
“Sorry guys, I had to help Frank hail a taxi. I guess Belgians’ reputation for alcohol tolerance is overrated,” she said with an exaggerated grimace. Throwing some serious shade at Frank was the least he deserved. Everybody around the table winced and chuckled.
“I’m glad you stayed!” Yurika said with a kind smile.
Lana shrugged. “A hard decision, but Frank understood it was important for me to stay until the end,” Lana lied through her teeth. “Anyway, what were you guys talking about?” she asked, hoping to lead the conversation away from her awful date and back to safer grounds.
The next hour seemed to drag on forever. She tried to relax and not let excitement cloud her head. She avoided Honda’s table. What was now the oddest wedding reception ever in her book came to a close, to her relief. Everyone got up to congratulate the newlyweds and their families, who stood in rank to thank every single guest. Lana was quickly out the door, and Tim and Yurika, along with other dojo comrades, caught up with her in the hall.
“Hey Lana san,” Yurika called. “A group of us are going to Shibuya to the new joint on the top floor of the Hikarie building for more serious partying. Care to join us to forget your awkward date? It’s next door from here.”
Lana managed not to smirk. Sorry, I have other plans that include our scary sensei and his temptress of a wife. “Thanks, it’s a great club, but this evening was a bit rocky for me. I’ll pass. Have fun, everyone!”
“Okay, no problem, see you at the dojo! Oh, don't forget all classes are off this week because of the holidays!"
Lana waved everyone goodbye and retreated to the other side of the hotel. Time to be strategic and avoid rushing upstairs. At the hotel’s bar, a gin and tonic helped relax her fraying nerves. She stuck her nose into her phone, trying to drown her whirling thoughts in the blue-white wash of her screen. After one hour, she decided the time was right.
8
Mapping New Territories
In the elevator, the magnetic card unlocked the access to the guestrooms. Lana found herself alone in the long corridor of the 17th floor, and the lush deep blue carpet muted the clicking of her heels. This was definitely not a love hotel. She chuckled–what an upgrade to first class. Once at their door, she waited a few seconds before knocking to allow her racing pulse to slow down.
The door opened to reveal a smiling Yuki. The sophisticated woman had changed into a green yukata suitable for inside. It shimmered in the dim light of the hall, managing to be both sexy and conservative.
“Lana san, welcome. Please come in.”
“Ojama shimasu,” Lana whispered and removed her shoes. She discovered a tatami room, twice as large as at the one at the love hotel. Honda sat near a low table by the window. Behind him, the vast expanse of Yoyogi park and the pulsing lights of the Shinjuku district and skyscrapers in the distance. He hadn’t changed clothes, and his sheer awesome presence gave her chills. Lana took three steps before kneeling in seiza and bowing her head to the ground.
“Good evening. Please excuse my intrusion.” She used the most formal register she had learned. She was unsure of his appropriate title until things were clarified between them; the formality also helped hide a burst of nerves.
“Good evening, Lana san; I am surprised to see you here tonight,” he replied, voice as neutral as his expression. His stare was evaluating, assessing her intent. He had told her he would welcome her back, but his guarded body language told another story. Yuki moved to sit by the table, removing herself from the conversation.
“So, you would like to reconsider your decision regarding our training sessions, and you would not be opposed to including my wife. I wonder if you are truly ready for this.” Although not mean or patronizing, his challenge was clear.
You and me both, buddy. “Indeed, we had a lengthy discussion. I am ready to resume what we begun and go even further. This is why I am here tonight: to apologize for fleeing the difficulties I faced last time, and to ask you if you would agree to take me back under your tutelage.”
Honda kept silent for a while. She remained in seiza, lowering her eyes, trying to project deference on top of strength.
“It is true I regretted your decision.” He extended one hand in her direction. “Before going forward, let’s take a closer look at your issue. Attend me.”
Lana agreed. Her own perception of her mental state and its reality were two different things. Walking in shikko, she approached him. It was hard to relax, but she took it upon herself to look at him in the eye, to express her trust.
“Let’s do this step by step.”
One hand cupped her cheek firmly, preventing her from looking away; the other moved between her legs, glided up her thigh and landed on her crotch. He went around her tights and underpants to slide one finger inside her while the palm of his hand pressed against her clit. Her eyelids fluttered, and she bit her lower lip, a low moan escaping her. Her body jolted, and something inside her, wrapped in knots all over the past weeks, uncoiled.
Oh. I missed him.
He worked her for a while, and a new jolt coursed through her every time he changed angles or added a finger. Overwhelmed, she lost her balance and clutched his lapel; her head leaned heavily on the hand cradling her face. Her low moans filled the silence of the room, and the scent of her arousal permeated the air. Then Honda turned her head and caught her throat between his teeth. With slow but relentless pressure, he continued until the combination of intense pleasure and sharp pain ripped a climax from her.
He pulled her back against him and gently placed his hand below her navel, right where everything had gone wrong three months before. Body still quivering, Lana buried her face in his neck, inhaling the alluring scent of his skin she had missed more than she’d care to admit.
A whirlpool of emotions swirled inside her. Panic and anxiety surged, as the same drowning sensation that had undone her weeks earlier grew inside her. And that burning feeling in her sternum, again. More irrational thoughts.
Such a calming, caring gesture can’t be real. It has to be fake. There is no peace to be found anywhere, only fight and violence. This is a trap and he will destroy me!
A desperate sob rose in Lana’s throat; she suppressed it and squeezed her eyes shut to call upon what years of therapy had taught her. Pushing back what her traumatized psyche screamed at her, she replaced it with cold, hard facts and her first-hand knowledge of the man holding her. Instead of letting the monstrous wave swallow her, she built a mental image of herself surfing it until she could reach the shore. The bubble of anxiety subsided and vanished.
“You have indeed addressed it, little mudansha. I am glad,” he whispered in her hair. Lana smiled and placed her own hand over his.
“So am I, goshujin sama,” she said, acknowledging him again as her dom. A burning desire to touch his skin, grab him, lick him, bite him in return, grew inside her. With each passing second, her body reminded her how much she had enjoyed the strength of her lust, her raw need. Yet, she had to wait for his signal.
“Yuki san, come closer,” Honda ordered. “Help me remove my clothes. Lana san, stand up, take off your dress and free your hair.”
Lana hesitated for a few heartbeats. Here we go, on the next level. So far, so good. Oh, should I go with a striptease?
The fiery intensity shining in Yuki’s eyes told her that she wouldn’t mind the show. But the controlled, stern gaze of Honda, along with his frown, made her doubt his appreciation of lighter games. Right. Training. Better wait a bit before going with the call-girl act.
With controlled, calm moves that didn’t reflect her mounting excitement, she unclasped her complicated hairpins to let her wavy hair flow on her shoulders. Then she unzipped her dress and removed her tights and black underwear. Doing it in front of Yuki brought no shame, no embarrassment.
Meanwhile, eyes downcast, Yuki peeled away with delicate, yet precise gestures the complex layers of her husband’s clothing. Honda watched each move with rapt concentration. It was not an easy task: first the haori, then the montsuki and the nagajuban–the long under kimono protecting the more precious outer garment from any contact with the skin–and finally the hakama pants. All the clothes had to be folded neatly, following particular rules.
Long minutes went by, in complete silence, adding to Lana’s increasing frustration. She stood in front of them, naked, and for all that she knew, almost forgotten. Yuki’s perfect choreography hypnotized her, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Seeing her so subdued, Lana wondered if Yuki was being punished for disobeying him earlier. Her slender fingers brushed her husband’s exposed skin now and then, and each time she made contact, he couldn’t help but shiver.
They are so much into each other… why am I even here?
Her train of thought derailed when she once again faced Honda's large, powerful chest and enticing belly. Her breath caught, and she dug her nails hard in her palms.
“Good memories?” Honda smirked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled in the room. “Why don't you refresh mine? Yuki san, stay here. You may watch but do not touch yourself, understood?”
“Yes, goshujin sama.”
Honda grasped Lana’s hips and brought her with him as he reclined on his back. She ended up straddling him. It was a new position for them, but she didn’t assume she called the shots. This gave him a perfect view of her body.
“I do remember there was something in particular you enjoyed doing to me…” he growled, his own arousal plain and throbbing against her nether regions.
Lana bit her lip. She decided to take a risk. She avoided his erect member. Sliding her hands upward from his hips, over his chest to his shoulders, she started licking him, beginning from his navel and moving at a leisurely pace, enjoying the texture and taste of his skin.
Tempted to position herself on him and let him slide inside, she decided, however, to go with the second-best thing when it came to sex with the man. As soon as her tongue reached the lower side of his chest, her caressing fingers became claws. She dug her nails on each side of his chest, leaving deep red marks on his smooth brown skin, enjoying the tremors under her fingers, the tightening of his muscles, the shortening of his breath, the low growl building in his chest. His grip on her hips became painful.
Never stopping her lavishing tongue, Lana met his steely stare. Many things shone in her eyes, but not deference. Defiance, challenge, hunger, a reflection of her volatile temper. If she had to become addicted to this man, so be it. If she had to submit to him and see to his needs, she could do it. But somehow, he would have to heed the consequences of rattling the cage of what was buried inside her.
Maybe, just maybe, this was what he had seen in her. Maybe, just maybe, this was why he hadn’t been able to move on. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to be the one to wake it up and tame it. How arrogant of him. How arousing to meet someone willing to try.
Her mouth moved on to his right nipple, alternating between sucking and gentle bites. She created a contrast between the softness of her mouth and the pain caused by her nails which kept on digging, drawing blood now. But even as Honda enjoyed her ministrations, he wasn’t one to remain idle. His right hand left her hip to part her cheeks. A finger pressed against her rosebud, then moved lower to collect some of her flowing juices to bring them back where he wanted to explore next.
Reacting to the burning pressure, she raised her hips, encouraging him. She would be open, inviting; this was what she wanted. She groaned against his chest when the invading digit pushed further in; one, then two knuckles slid inside. Her body heat rose, and perspiration broke on her back and chest, making her skin glide against his. Leaving his nipples alone, a new climax building up, she decided it was time for some aftercare.
Her tongue found the red tracks on his left side and cleaned up the droplets of blood pouring from the wounds. She welcomed the iron taste and moaned at the decadent pleasure blooming inside her chest. Honda’s response was quick: with a grunt, he inserted a second finger that went in easily. Lana melted, her juices flowing out of her pulsating pussy.
She switched sides and applied the same treatment on his right side. His strong and rapid heartbeat and his solid grip on her hip told her all she needed to know about his rising tension. Lana didn’t try to repress her sighs and cries of pleasure. But just as she was about to reach her peak, everything stopped: Honda took his fingers out and pulled on her hair.
“Not too fast, little mudansha,” he grunted, his eyes hooded. “I will have my pleasure first, do you understand?”
“Yes, goshujin sama,” she replied, accepting the challenge; still, she pouted a little in frustration and licked her blood-tainted lips without thinking.
This seemed to be too tempting: he pulled her up by her neck and crashed his mouth on hers, kissing her hard before releasing her. In one fluid movement, he brought her on her back and found himself on top again. The next second, he was inside her pussy in one swift move, his balls slapping her ass. Her breath left her, and she bit his shoulder hard to
stifle her scream. Even though she was wet and relaxed, he was large and long.
As a merciless Honda pounded her, she dug her nails in his shoulder blades, relishing his hard body and being powerless under him. It became increasingly difficult to control herself and tears of frustration spilled on her cheeks. She bit him even harder to refrain from begging for release and in harsh retaliation. The blood on the tip of her tongue mingled with his sweat and the taste of his skin, more intoxicating than any hard liquor. To her intense satisfaction, hints of passion and arousal cracked through his stoic mask.
Yet, he wasn’t on the edge and frustration creeped in. She clenched her jaw and shut her eyes, attempting to keep her climax under a tight lid, but to her despair, she was losing ground in this battle of wills, and knew she was about to come. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, he tensed and emptied himself with a guttural growl.
Relief washed over her. She let herself go, arching her back and screaming out loud, her body wracked by shattering earthquakes. Honda held her tight until her body stopped shaking. Then he sat back in seiza and turned to Yuki who had remained by their side without moving or making a sound.
“Yuki san, you may enjoy her now,” he said, voice gruffer than usual. His wife took a deep but somewhat shaky breath. The level of self-control she had to exercise was off the charts. Yuki bowed until her head touched her folded hands on the floor.
“Thank you, goshujin sama,” she replied.
Lana lay on her back, still limp from her powerful orgasm. Yuki approached her and their eyes locked; neither of them spoke. Honda’s looming presence couldn’t be denied but now, it was supposed to be about the two of them. A whole new story.
Yuki pulled on her purple sash and let her yukata fall from her slender shoulders, revealing round and firm breasts with long and erect brown nipples. Her waist was thin, and her flat stomach revealed chiseled abs.
