by Lila Mina
Honda smirked as he saw through her poor self-control. “Temper, little mudansha. Such a fiery and volatile temper. I absolutely love it in bed, but outside, you need to work on it. You do understand I demand shifts in your priorities, don’t you? I am not asking you to give up your job or your friends, but you will attend my needs when I require it.”
Lana breathed through her nose and looked down. “Yes… I understand. Give me five minutes to arrange the situation.”
Honda nodded and stepped back. Lana hated how much she missed his physical presence. She was addicted, and it clouded her judgment. Pushing those thoughts away, she took her purse and speed-dialed Minohara Kyoko, her assistant, who picked up right away.
“Good afternoon, Martin san. How are you?”
“Hello, Minohara san. I’m fine, thank you, but something has come up, and I won’t come back to the office this afternoon.”
“Oh, is everything all right?”
“Yes, yes, everything is fine. I’ll take the conference call with Jeb and Christie from my smartphone, no need to reschedule it.”
“Okay, but do you have everything you need with you?”
“Yes, it won’t be a problem.” Lana was about to hang up, but she paused. Something was wrong. Kyoko didn’t sound as cheerful as usual. “Minohara san, are you all right? You sound disturbed.” Lana avoided looking at Honda. She wouldn’t apologize for making this call longer than necessary, not when something was wrong.
The other side of the line went silent for a few seconds, except for a distinct catch of breath. “Ah… well… no, Martin san. It’s… I’m so sorry.” To Lana’s horror, her composed and skillful assistant broke down in tears on the phone.
Lana put aside any thought of Honda to focus on her assistant. “Minohara san, what’s going on? What happened?”
“It’s Johnson san. For the past hour, she has been calling me every 15 minutes with dozens of questions about the minutes of your meetings, asking about you, insulting you, calling me incompetent because I wouldn’t answer…”
“La salope!” Lana exclaimed in French, swept by a burst of anger. “She’s calling you from Montreal? But it’s 1 am over there! Stop answering her calls. I’ll take care of this now.”
“I am so, so sorry, Martin san. I thought I could handle this, but you know how she is!”
“Yes, I know exactly how she is.” Cruella had never been a more suitable nickname. “Don’t worry, she won’t bother you anymore,” Lana vowed with a deadly calm voice. “Take a break, have a tea or something, and relax. This is unacceptable.”
“I am so sorry for the bother…”
“Trust me, it is no bother at all. I’ll call you later, bye.” Lana hung up and switched her smartphone to silent mode. Honda was watching her, an eyebrow hidden in his hairline.
“I need to make another call,” she explained, unapologetic. “It’s not about me but about my assistant who is being harassed because of me. I have to set things straight.”
Honda raised a hand before taking back his seat. “Go ahead.” As expected, he understood her responsibility to take care of her staff.
“This will take only a minute.” She looked up Michelle Johnson’s number.
The phone rang twice, and her nemesis picked up. “Lana. You’ve got guts to call me at this ungodly hour,” Michelle’s icy voice assaulted Lana’s ear. She spoke English, as Johnson was from Vancouver and wouldn’t speak two words of French even if her life depended on it.
“Don’t play this game, Michelle,” Lana chuckled. “I know for a fact you were up and busy, since you have been harassing my assistant for the past hour.”
“Ah, that empty-headed idiot? I wanted to talk with you, but you seemed out of reach. Taking some time off? You thought it was fine to go on holiday?”
“Stop right here. You have my number, so nothing stopped you from calling me if that’s what you wanted. I think you just wanted to play some disgusting power game with my assistant who is too kind and polite to tell you to stop. I am neither kind nor polite, so I am happy to say it to your face: back the fuck off. If you call her one more time, even only to ask about the weather, I’ll call Donagan and file a harassment complaint so thick one box won’t be enough to contain it. He will hand you your ass.”
“You little brat. If you think you can threaten me, you are dead wrong. Your team is just like you: a group of incompetents with oversized egos who will bring your branch to its end because you can’t add two and two. I’ll have your neck! Just wait until Monday to see what happens when anyone tries to go after me!”
Lana laughed. The woman was unreal. “Oh please, be my guest! I can’t wait to see it. I look forward to bringing you to your knees. It’s been my great displeasure working with you!”
Lana hung up. She turned back to Honda and gave him a cold smile. “Thank you for your patience.”
“I could not catch everything, but I understood enough. Nothing scares you, right?” he asked, thoughtful.
Lana tensed and threw him a dark look. “You know better,” she replied slowly. “But… no, not people like her.” She took a deep breath. “Forgive me, I need to calm down a little.”
Honda chuckled, and got up again from his seat. “No, you don’t. Let’s make good use of your adrenaline surge.” This time he strolled out of the room, not even bothering to check if she followed him. Doing her best to clamp down her powerful arousal, Lana hurried after him. Access to the guest rooms was possible from another aisle of the hotel.
13
Rattling Her Inner Cage
While she enjoyed the view of his broad shoulders and back–not to mention his ass–in his expensive and smart tailor-made business suit, Lana also took stock of her surroundings. Being so close to her office, it was possible to run into someone she knew—it would lead to bad press.
The elevator brought them to the 31st floor. Honda led them to a single door at the end of the hall. This wouldn’t be a standard twin room. Once he had let her in, she discovered a suite, with a large king-size bed on the left, and a living area on the other right. As soon as the door closed behind him, Honda put away his jacket and grabbed her by the waist.
He pressed her against the wall, claiming her mouth with an unusual show of desire. Lana let him take the lead, her own arousal flaring up. With no warning, he pushed her hair away and bit her neck in one of his favorite spots, while almost ripping her dress off her back. Then she pushed him back, trying to put distance between them; it didn’t have to be that easy.
“Anything goes?” Her voice was so low, it was almost a growl. Something heavy, hot, almost burning twisted below her chest. It swirled and demanded release. Odd and new, but then, nobody had ever affected her like this man who was now circling her, assessing her every move.
“Anything,” Honda replied. His smile was calculating and knowing, sending shivers down her spine. “Now is the right time to tell me if there is anything you do not wish to do. You can also let me know later on.”
Her guts twitched with anticipation, but also dawning understanding. There were constraints, yes; conditions, yes; rules, yes. But she had never felt so free. She had yet to figure out how fighting back and being self-servingly aggressive were compatible with obedient submission. But as long as this was what he ordered, she had carte blanche.
Hissing through her teeth, she stepped out of her crumpled dress and removed her bra; now in dark purple short pants, she moved to find herself behind him. She didn’t even try to catch his arms; he knew dozens of ways to get rid of any grabbing from behind. Instead, she molded herself against his frame and embraced him.
With her teeth, Lana pulled on his white shirt. She didn’t even try to be careful and left bite marks along the way. Blindly, her fingers searched for bare skin. He let her proceed until she pulled off his clothes, baring his broad back where supple muscles rolled under her lips.
Lana did a double-take. A large and ugly-looking light pink scar ran from his neck to between hi
s shoulder blades. She bit back the question jumping to her lips when he unbuckled his belt and his pants fell on his ankles. Recovering from her surprise, she licked his spine and raked her nails from his neck to his lower back. His sharp intake of breath and growl made her smile against his skin; the next moment he had pivoted on his heels to face her.
Lana took a step back, but before she could slip away, Honda wrapped a powerful arm around her waist, and their bodies were once more in full contact. He twisted a nipple hard and bit the other one, and by reflex, she dug her nails into his upper arms with the strong intent to hurt him. He purred and grabbed her hair.
“I want to see blood, sweat, marks, and hear your cries of passion and pain. Show me what you keep locked inside. What will make you beg for more and when you can no longer take it. Your deepest desires, the one thing you want so much but haven’t asked of me yet.”
His voice had an intensity she had never heard before. Arousal made her pant and become wetter by the minute. The last part caught her off guard, however. “I... I don't know what…” she stuttered, at a loss.
“Of course, you do,” he growled. “And by the time this will be over, you will tell me, and I will give it to you. Now... show me what you hide inside you. Give me all of you.” He plunged two fingers inside her pussy, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. Following his example, Lana slipped inside his boxer shorts and grabbed him while biting his collarbone hard.
Honda groaned and curved his fingers to stretch her. With a jerk, she moaned and gasped, and pumped him with fervor, letting her thumbnail graze his head, making sure to make it hurt a bit.
“Yes, yes, yes... like this…” he whispered in her hair. His free hand was still working on her nipple, and it became quickly oversensitive.
Lana whimpered and clawed at his lower back while rolling his balls and pinching his soft skin with her other hand. He had brought them over to the bed. Emboldened, she switched her feet to the right position and managed to make him lose his balance with a sharp twist of her hips. He fell back on the bed.
Before he could react, she straddled him and pushed him on the mattress with a serious show of strength. She took the time to enjoy the power that coursed in her blood, the full view of his incredible body under her, and the tempestuous emotions flickering on his face. The next instant, his hands split her ass cheeks, and he brought her pussy over his pulsating shaft.
Lana leaned forward on her arms, her hair cascading around their faces like a dark-gold curtain. She brought her lips over his but stopped just before touching his mouth. She blew air on his face, then licked his lips ever so lightly, feeling like an awful tease. The narrowing of his eyes, the obvious tension in his jaw and his hands tightening on her hips were her rewards.
A coy smile on her lips, she positioned herself on his tip. He slowly pushed himself inside, and her breath left her in a long sigh. Pupils dilated by desire, their eyes locked, betraying their burning arousal. The contrast between the volatile tension humming between them and their slow and almost careful move was incredible. Both of them struggled to keep a semblance of self-control. She clenched her inner muscles.
“You are so tight and hot...” His voice was strained. Allowing her to continue her teasing cost him. Lana ran her tongue from his jaw up his ear and back along his neck until her forehead rested on his nape.
“Hm… goshujin sama… what are you doing to me…” she whimpered, drunk with his smell and taste. She nibbled at him, playing with his skin with her teeth. Her fingers grazed his chest, tantalizing, reminding him of what she could do but chose not to. Her hips pushed down hard until their bodies met and became locked together. She ground against him, and jolts spread from her stimulated clit. “You are so…”
A first unexpected orgasm crashed on her and cut her short. Straightening up, her head fell backward, as her body shook from head to toes. She let out a throaty scream. Honda sat up and took her in his arms while she still reeled. He squeezed her, so much, in fact, it was almost hard to breathe.
“You like playing games, don’t you? My turn now,” he growled against her jaw. He grabbed her neck. “One more time, what is our safe word?”
“Red,” came her panting reply.
With a powerful hip move, Honda turned them over and brought her on her back. He pushed her legs up until her knees were on each side of her head. She winced; despite all of her training, her muscles were stiff. He knew it. He knew so well how her body worked and what it said, even when her mouth said otherwise.
Defenseless, she’d have to struggle hard to get out of his grasp. She found herself fully exposed to his gaze, fingers, tongue and of course his straining erection. He hovered above her, his chest pressing on her legs, increasing the muscular tension.
“I will not hold you, but I don’t want you to move, is it clear?” he ordered. “Remain in this position until I say otherwise, regardless of what it costs you.”
“Un… understood.” Her legs would tire easily and would never remain in place on their own, so she grabbed her thighs and blocked out any discomfort. There would be soon plenty of other things to focus on that would make her burning muscles pale in comparison.
His mouth zeroed in on her pulsating and wet pussy. Oddly enough, it was a first for them. The fact that he was still waiting to get his own release, although she had already come, intensified her arousal. This jolt of pleasure soon turned into unbearable frustration.
Honda began by blowing hot air on her nether lips, mirroring her own action, and then licked all the areas around her most sensitive parts, slow and methodical. Careful, he avoided the most pleasurable spots. All of Lana’s instincts screamed for her to grab his head and press him his face just there, to get him to touch her bundle of sensitive nerves.
The tension, the need to get release, was unbearable. Cursing him, begging – none were an option. This was yet another lesson of self-control and discipline. In any case, her pride refused to give in so quickly. Another effective demonstration that unsatisfied pleasure could be worse to handle than pain.
Lana whimpered and bit her lip until she tasted blood. Tears rolled on her cheeks, and her fingers dug hard into her own flesh, leaving red trails. For once, the pain was a welcome distraction from the highly skillful torture he inflicted upon her. But for all her iron will, she wailed when his hot and wet tongue dove inside her. The vision of his face buried inside her lit the right zones in her brain. To her dismay, he retreated and sat back on his heels just before his sucking and lapping brought her to release.
Lana roared as hot white anger engulfed her. It had to stop in one way or another, even if it meant to roll away from him and disobey him. She’d rather face his ire and punishment than call ‘red’ on what he was doing to her and admit weakness. Just as she considered breaking the rules, Honda moved up next to her head and caught her throat. His grasp was light, but this could change in a blink. She gritted her teeth and didn’t bother hiding her unabashed aggravation.
“Yuki was right, you taste like honey,” he said, overlooking her reaction.
His tongue cleaned up meticulously the droplets of blood on her lips. Then it slipped inside her mouth, offering her own juice to taste. He took possession of it, like he had done with her pussy. She sighed and responded in turn, but his grasp on her throat intensified. She stopped moving her tongue, fresh tears of frustration burning her eyes.
Without releasing her mouth, Honda positioned himself again over her, let go of her throat and thrust his shaft inside her in one swift and powerful move. Lana’s eyes rolled back, and she moaned her second, violent release. He put her right leg down, freeing her from her excruciating position, and she locked her heels on his lower back. Honda broke his smoldering kiss and caught her earlobe.
“Fight me back,” he whispered in her ear. “Resist me and try to overcome me as much as you can. It's just you and me here. Don't hold back. I will not.”
Lana growled, dug her fingers into his shoulders and pushed
herself up to bite his chest. She would not be the only one bleeding today. Honda groaned in pleasure. He pulled her up until he was again standing by the side of the bed and carried her across the room.
He slammed her against the opposite wall with not much consideration and used the momentum to impale himself even deeper inside her. Relentless, he grunted his building pleasure in her ear, both hands on each side of her head. Her whimpers and his growls filled the room.
For a short while, rivulets of sweat trickling between her breasts, she was tempted to remain passive and ride his powerful rutting until completion; but then, she realized she had the opportunity–and above all the authorization–to do things differently.
Lana dropped her legs, and went with another powerful hip twist, combined with a push on his elbow and lock on his wrist. She slammed him against the wall, blocked his arm behind his back in a painful lock that left him powerless for a second. Honda was still buried inside her, but from their new angle, his shaft was now brushing against her clit.
Both moaned when she molded her body against his to bite his neck, drawing more blood. Honda grunted, grabbed her neck with his free hand, and pulled her head.
“Very well done, little mudansha,” he uttered, trying to rein in his own frustration and control his pain. “Good inspiration and excellent execution. But where do you go from here?”
She licked her bloodied lips and twisted his locked wrist. He winced, but his erection throbbed inside her. A burst of dark joy and pleasure rocked her: he was as much a perfect match for her needs as she for his. Lana shifted positions until he slipped out of her. His eyes narrowed at the loss.
She quirked an eyebrow and fell on her knees, keeping her tight grip on his wrist. This was not the most comfortable position, but this allowed her to keep the upper hand-at least as long as he accepted it. She had no illusion about his ability to overcome her at any moment.
“Now it’s my turn to you give you what you need… but at my pace,” she promised in a hush.
