Temper: Deference: Book One of the TEMPER Saga

by Lila Mina

  Lana had never been attracted to a woman before. Still, their previous flirting and current high state of arousal, enhanced by the power play already established between them, easily pushed open those new doors. Lust coursed in her blood and she felt adventurous, but it was up to Yuki to dictate the pace and design of this dance.

  Lana’s breath hitched when her new lover's hands began exploring her body, starting with her breasts. Yuki pinched and then twisted her nipples, softly at first and then harder. Lana arched her back, begging for more. Then Yuki’s mouth and warm tongue latched on, and Lana saw stars behind her closed lids. She had to fight against herself not to press her lover’s head and remain passive as long as she wasn’t told otherwise.

  Yuki’s fingers dipped into her pussy. She scooped some of her husband’s cum and spread it on Lana's breasts before licking it with slow, methodical strokes. Lana shuddered, her own juices flowing out. Yuki repeated her gesture, digging deeper inside her wanton lover who groaned.

  This time, she brought her sticky wet fingers to Lana’s mouth and pushed them inside, staring her down. Without breaking eye contact, Lana welcomed the invasive slender digits and licked them clean one by one. Yuki’s pupils dilated. Her mistress brought Lana’s hand to her own pussy.

  “Show me what you can do with your fingers and agile tongue, sweetling. Be creative,” she instructed.

  “Yes, oku sama,” Lana replied in a low voice before moving down on Yuki.

  Her lover lay on her back and spread her legs wide. Lana admired her trimmed dark bush, already glistening. Relying on her instincts and what she loved, she parted cherry-colored nether lips, pushed two fingers inside and then curved them to hit that rough patch, rewarded by Yuki’s gasp and moans. Then Lana left a trail of kisses on her lover’s stomach, one inch at the time until her teeth caught the tiny bundle of nerves standing out.

  For the few next minutes, Lana made it her mission to make Yuki come again and again, and somehow, through her skills, regain the upper footing. She added a third finger, alternated her pace between long, deep strokes and quick, short scissoring.

  Her tongue found wet lips and moved lower to rim Yuki’s smaller hole, making her hiss and cry out. Lana had closed her eyes to better focus on her task and sensations, but when she opened them, it was to see Honda kissing his wife and fondling her breasts. She was stroking him, and he was already half hard again.

  Lana’s heart beat faster, and she pushed her tongue a little more inside Yuki's ass. This brought her lover over the edge again, and her body convulsed. Her husband pushed himself up on his thick legs and slid his shaft inside her mouth, muting her screams of release. Yuki began to jerk him while slurping on his head. Lana’s juices flowed anew at this incredible erotic image.

  Yuki stopped her blow job and turned toward her younger companion. “Sweetling, come here and sit on my face. I wish to lick both of you.” Lana happily complied and positioned herself in a 69 position, offering her fleshy ass and liquid core to taste.

  At first, Yuki shifted back and forth from Lana’s dripping pussy and tight asshole to Honda's shaft next to it, but then, inspiration struck her. As her husband was now erect again, she rimmed Lana and then placed his member on their lover’s back door.

  “Goshujin sama, if I may suggest, why don't you enjoy both our asses?” Yuki’s humble tone of voice was markedly different than with Lana. “I know how much satisfaction this brings you, and it would please me to see you take her hard like you do with me.”

  Her husband grunted his approval and pushed inside Lana easily thanks to Yuki’s careful preparation. Yuki pivoted on her back to face Lana while giving Honda access to her own ass. She grabbed her lover’s head and licked her juices on Lana’s chin. Lana began to shake, her senses overwhelmed by the combined assaults of her masters.

  “Ready sweetling? He will be rough, this is how he likes it, but you know it, right? That's how you want it, isn’t it?” Yuki asked in a sultry voice while Honda pushed. Lana moaned, head spinning. Dirty talking was a major turn-on, but it didn’t feel right to do it with Honda, who had never used such language. But if his wife was into it...

  “Yes... yes... I... love that... hm uhn please... goshujin sama… ohhh… harder...” With a victorious smile, Yuki kissed Lana deeply, sloppily, swallowing her moans and grunts. She locked her legs around Lana’s hips and added mutual stimulation by gliding their clits together. Lana’s eyes rolled back. Both women were now covered in perspiration and other fluids; their bodies slid against one another.

  “You are so beautiful when you are wild like this,” Yuki whispered in a tight voice, panting hard. “Hm, can you imagine? Goshujin sama can enjoy the view of our four welcoming orifices, all wet and begging for his attention. What a great gift… Take him entirely. Open yourself. Welcome him. This is how you can serve him best…”

  Yuki’s alluring words and Honda’s relentless pounding pushed Lana over the edge again. Her arms began to spasm, strained by her position as she couldn’t crash on the floor with Yuki below her. As if on cue, Honda wrapped his arm around her to support her, and bit her shoulder hard.

  Just as Lana peaked again with a throaty shout, he slid out and aimed at his wife’s tight hole. It was Yuki’s turn to moan and jerk. She dug her fingers hard in Lana’s biceps, shuddering against her husband’s strong assault. Getting some respite, Lana took her time to enjoy Yuki’s blissful expression of extreme pleasure mixed with pain. She fantasized about pushing large dildos inside all of Yuki’s orifices, making her beg and lose her mind. The powerful image made her groan.

  Eyes shut, Yuki muttered nonsense under her breath. Tears glistened on her long eyelashes, and Lana licked them while applying more friction on her clit. Yuki opened her eyes and smiled. Lana’s breath caught; she was so beautiful. Although her body reeled against the continuous assault of her husband, Yuki managed to slip two fingers inside Lana’s pussy. The younger woman groaned and reciprocated the gesture.

  At some point, Honda grasped his wife’s hips to get better leverage. Lana sat on the side and continued to finger her new mistress while Yuki enjoyed the double stimulation. Bold, Lana leaned against Honda to kiss and caress his large chest, her other hand roaming all over him to get a better sense of his powerful body. She raked her nails on his chest and then toward his flanks where his abs were salient.

  “Careful, little mudansha,” Honda growled without slowing nor looking at her; her indiscretion had been noted. “Don’t think that because you serve us well, you may already step out of line…”

  He didn’t tell her to stop, so Lana took that as an implicit green light to take the initiative. Her fingers and teeth dug harder while her perspiring body glided all along his side. With a roar, Honda came hard inside his wife, before collecting her thrashing body in his arms with loving gestures.

  Confronted by this intimate, caring scene that reflected the more tender feelings flowing between the married couple, Lana squirmed and looked away. The mood had turned, and suddenly she felt like an intruder. That’s… not for me. It’s their dynamics, not mine. Let’s not slide down the emotional road.

  The formal context–martial, if she had to be honest–of her relationship with Honda wouldn't go away. It was for the better. Her job was to act more like a disciplined soldier than a lover.

  As for Yuki... she’s a whole new story.

  With no instruction nor express dismissal, it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to the bathroom. She moved away from the couple who now whispered together and sat in seiza by the window. She focused on her breathing, going through all she had experienced since stepping inside the room.

  Just as she was about to doze off, Honda straightened up, grabbed his nagajuban and put it loosely over his shoulders. He covered Yuki’s sleeping form with a blanket and then approached Lana, fastening his sash along the way. She shook herself awake and shivered. Sweat and other fluids had cooled down on her body, but she didn’t want to complain about it. A shower sounded wonder
ful but this, too, would be kept silent.

  Honda assessed her from head to toes, his gaze lingering on the large bruises he had left on her body. Lana was pleased to see her own handiwork on his chest and arms. “Are you in any particular discomfort?” he asked in a low voice.

  “No, goshujin sama,” she replied in kind.

  “Show me your back,” he said with a grunt, brushing her throat and upper left shoulder where he had bitten her the hardest. “This needs to be taken care of,” he commented before standing up. “Follow me,” he added, reaching for her.

  Lana blinked. Sitting in seiza was a challenge, having come to practice it only as an adult; after so much time, she wouldn't be able to stand up easily, even less walk. Of course, he would know it. He wasn't buying her tougher-than-thou act and called her bullshit by offering his assistance.

  Muttering words of excuse for the bother, Lana took his proffered hand and pushed herself up. She grunted in pain when her protracted calves, knees, and ankles rebelled, and blood started flowing again. She swayed and to her embarrassment, lost her balance. A strong arm slid under her waist.

  “Never hide your discomfort again, whatever the cause,” Honda whispered sternly, holding her against him. “It could be dangerous. You are strong, but like everyone, you do have limits. You should recognize them instead of trying to deny them. I will not accept this and will not hesitate to put an end to everything if you cannot comply. We may enjoy ourselves in extreme ways, but safety is paramount. This is not where you should test my patience.”

  Shame made her face flush red. Like at the dojo, it was his duty to make sure she was safe. She gulped down her pride and straightened up to look at him squarely. “My most sincere apologies, goshujin sama. It will not happen again.”

  Their faces were so close his breath caressed her skin. Her eyes dropped to razor-thin lips. A strong urge to crush her lips on his stern mouth swelled inside her. But it’s not your right. It’s the prerogative of the woman sleeping right at your feet.

  She looked away, stomach churning.

  His hand moved from her back to her neck, cupped her cheek and gave her the authorization to proceed. This time, Lana threw caution out of the window. Her shackled alpha self pushed through, and something below her ribs tightened, almost to the point of pain. She kissed him hard, in a possessive way that had nothing to do with submission, or respect of hierarchy.

  That’s how she handled her lovers, and a grunt of satisfaction escaped her. To her surprise, Honda let her in. Her body molded itself against his, reveling in the physical contact and the contrast between her coolness and his warmth. He wrapped her in a full embrace. At the end, she broke their heated kiss, panting for air, a familiar rush spreading from her core.

  While he was also short of breath, his blank mask was again in place. He pinned her with a gaze so stern she couldn’t hold it and had to look down. She needed a couple of deep breaths to get herself under control once again. It would take time to adjust to this new kind of dynamics. He released her before heading for the bathroom without another word.

  On the way, he picked up a standard yukata provided by the hotel as well as an amenity kit. Inside the bathroom, he made her turn around without a word. Foraging inside a black purse next to the lavatory, he took out some disinfectant and cotton and began to clean her wounds. She hissed but clenched her jaw. When he was done, she turned and silently asked him if he needed the same treatment. He declined and pointed at the bath area.

  “Take a shower, but don't put any water on those wounds. Then you can use this yukata.”

  “You don't wish me to go home?”

  Honda quirked an eyebrow. “Certainly not at this late hour. Join us when you are done,” he added before stepping out of the bathroom.

  Lana remained where she stood for a while. She gave a hard look at her disheveled face in the mirror. Her fingers grazed swollen lips, erect nipples, angry red teeth marks on her shoulder and dark blue fingerprint traces on her hips and legs. She let everything sink in.

  Honda had been right. It was quite another challenge to handle two demanding lovers when she couldn’t call any shot, except when it came to drawing the limit to what she would accept. But she had done it and passed a first test. Pride, excitement, and trepidation warred inside her. Where would this road bring her? Was she too eager to please?

  She yawned and shivered. Her body reminded her of her basic needs, and she proceeded. The dead of night wasn’t the right moment to dwell on those questions. She stepped into the shower and bath section, sighing with pleasure under the stream of hot water.

  When she stepped back into the room, her eyes took time to adjust. It was dark, save for a dim light in the entrance. Honda had brought out a third futon mattress from the dedicated closet. He rested on the one in the middle, asleep or awake, she wasn't sure. She blinked in surprise; she would sleep next to him. Nervousness washed over her, and she snorted.

  There was nothing to read into that; she was spending the night with the two of them because it was the logical thing to do. Yes. It was a one-time thing only. Yes. She wouldn’t move in with them by next month. No.

  She crawled under the cover and tried to set aside the strangeness of her predicament. She would sleep, wake up first thing in the morning and leave before breakfast. With so many thoughts swirling in her head, Lana feared at first sleep would never come but exhaustion overcame her.

  9

  Testing Limits and Accepting Them

  Morning came, and before Lana had even opened her eyes, she became aware of someone’s presence. Not only behind her–holding her firmly–but also in front. Yuki was there, a warm smile gracing her beautiful face that, much to Lana’s chagrin, didn’t require any makeup to look fresh.

  “Good morning, sweetling,” Yuki whispered kindly, and the coals of envy in Lana’s chest cooled down. “Such a nice surprise to see you stayed overnight. How are you?”

  Lana cast a glance over her shoulder; Honda was still fast asleep. “Good morning oku sama,” Lana whispered in return. “I’m fine, thank you, yourself?”

  “Never better. It’s been a long time since I saw goshujin sama sleep so well. We took good care of him, don’t you think?” Yuki asked with mischief in her eyes.

  Lana’s cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, but she smiled back. “That we did. Thank you for your attention toward me, oku sama.”

  “It was my pleasure. Thank you for serving us so well; it was delightful and inspiring. I would like to give him special thanks, as he was so generous and energetic. Will you assist me?”

  As if she would say no. “Of course, let me get out of here…” Lana carefully raised Honda’s arm and rolled away from him. Yuki caught her in her arms and kissed her with a touch of aggression. Lana’s head buzzed thanks to a sudden rush of blood.

  “Oh, sweetling, you taste so good,” Yuki whispered against Lana’s lips. “Come, let's give him a proper morning greeting.”

  Honda was still in a deep slumber. Yuki set aside his cover, untied his sash and opened his nagajuban. Then she gestured to Lana to take care of his shaft, while she focused on his large balls. Lana sat on his left side, Yuki on the right. With gusto, Honda’s wife put one, then both balls in her mouth, wetting them with saliva. Lana followed suit to swallow him whole.

  He was large and long even at rest, but she tried to relax to take him as deep as possible. Her hand stroked his base, and his member stiffened under her ministrations. Closing her eyes, she focused on finding a good rhythm and approach, enjoying his taste and musky smell. A strong hand grasped her neck, but she didn't stop, only looked up.

  Now awake, Honda enjoyed the show they were performing for and on him. Their eyes locked as he hit the back of her mouth. She relaxed her muscles and pressed even further, overcoming her gag reflex. The look of stormy bliss and satisfaction crossing his face was her reward.

  She was about to touch herself when slender and warm fingers slipped easily inside her wet pussy. This su
dden stimulation made Lana moan. Honda grunted and tangled his fingers in her hair. It wasn't comfortable, but Lana was so pleased to make him react like this that she didn't mind at all. Anything to make him lose his self-control and show his arousal was fine. The next instant, he moved to his knees, and both women had to move to accommodate the new angle.

  “You two temptresses," Honda growled, breath coming out shorter than normal, "you tried to catch me unaware?”

  Lana didn't know if he was humoring them or not, but Yuki gave a muted laugh. Lana kept swirling her tongue around his shaft. With another grunt, he pushed up on his toes and further down her throat. Lana had to grasp his thighs for balance and focus on breathing through her nose.

  “Little mudansha, you thought you would try and pass another test? I don't know if you have enough practice, however... Hold yourself now, relax completely.” The joke was over. This could become unpleasant; she had a nasty feeling that Yuki had set her up. The thought fired her up; failure wasn’t an option.

  He rose, forcing Lana to kneel to keep up. “Yuki san, come behind me and attend me there,” he ordered.

  His wife complied and began to apply her agile tongue on other sensitive parts of his anatomy. Honda grunted and grasped Lana’s neck, effectively locking her in place. Then he started to thrust with the same intensity he had used with her pussy the previous night.

  Caught unprepared by his speed, tears welled up in her eyes and saliva dripped over her chin. She stopped doing anything else except focusing on keeping her jaw relaxed. A moan of discomfort escaped her; the same helplessness that crippled her all those months before built up in her belly. Her head swam, and her vision blurred when something unpleasant tightened in her stomach. I can’t keep up… this is too much… I’m going to puke…

  With a muffled groan of frustration, Lana slammed her hand on the futon. Honda let her go. Panting, she dropped on all fours to hide her embarrassment, shame at her failure, and anger at his lack of consideration. Acting so forcefully for a first attempt had been totally unnecessary. Why did he do this?