Temper: Deference: Book One of the TEMPER Saga

by Lila Mina

  Lana engulfed him, taking him in one gulp until he hit the back of her throat. It had not ended so well the last time they tried this, but she was determined to deep-throat him. She hummed her appreciation at having all his glorious size inside her mouth, but above all, her pussy twitched at the sight of raw pleasure that flashed across his face. He closed his eyes, and his body relaxed, like during practice when uke had to let nage take control.

  Lana started bobbing her head, and his hand grabbed her hair again. But this time, she rebelled. She twisted his wrist again, his body jerked, and he let go of her, albeit reluctantly. To reward him, her free hand cupped his balls. Continuing to play with his nerves and patience, she let him go, rejoicing at the groan torn from his throat. Her tongue aimed at his puckered hole.

  Increasing the pressure on his wrist, she offered him the perfect combination of acute pain and decadent pleasure with a sloppy and generous rimming. She pushed in with her tongue while making humming noises.

  Honda began to grunt; he was getting close to release. Moving fast, she took him back in her mouth but didn’t forget his hole. After dipping a finger in her pussy, she pushed it two-knuckle deep in one stroke, going in easily. To her great thrill, it worked beyond her expectations.

  He moaned out loud and came in long, thick bursts. A lot spilled over her chin, but as she tried to swallow as much as possible, Honda showed how fast he could recover total control over the situation… and her. Freeing his hand from her wrist lock, he grabbed her jaw and moved behind her.

  “Don’t swallow everything. Keep it in your mouth,” he ordered, panting slightly. “Now stand up.” Inhaling through her nose, Lana obeyed. An arm wrapped around her chest, he led her to the large couch in the lounge area, still maintaining her jaw shut.

  He pushed on her shoulder blades, and she fell forward. Her hands and forearms landed on the headrest while she kneeled on the cushion, her ass now well up in the air. Honda collected his cum on her breasts and brought it to her asshole. He did it twice, taking his time until she relaxed fully under his touch, pushing his juices inside her with one, then two fingers, opening her wider and wider. Her mouth shut, Lana whimpered under an assault both painful and delicious. He placed his hand in front of her face.

  “Now spit it.”

  A generous mouthful landed on his palm. The sheer filthiness of what they were doing made her head spin. Honda didn’t waste time and brought his cargo to her back door. This time, three fingers went in.

  “Oh, goshujin sama, this is… Please, this is too much… Ah…” Lana panted harder and harder.

  “I will not stop until you come and beg for more, or you give me our safe word. No protestations, no amount of begging, no tears will move me. Do you understand?” He whispered while slipping in a fourth finger.

  “Gn… yes… but… oh… oh Dio mio… oh, your hand is too big. I can’t do this…” She tried to twist her upper body to face him, but his push on her shoulder blades only increased.

  “Yes, you can.”

  Resistance was futile, and she was soon babbling and sobbing, biting her own arm so hard blood started to trickle. At no time did she think to use their safe word though. The more helpless she became, the further he pushed in, the more her body shook with tremors of pain. The more her rationality gave way to primal urges. The more the dark thing inside her rattling its cage came close to release.

  She was furious and elated by his move, by his keen understanding of her buried desires, by his vicious needs only she could match. Honda pulled her back against him, wrapped his other arm around her waist and bit her shoulder hard while increasing the speed of his fisting.

  “This is it, this is your precious gift. This pain, this delight. Take me in, serve me, feel me, feel my power over you; this is what we both want and need,” he said, straining to keep himself in check. Lana wailed, all control over her body lost as it kept on shaking, drenched with perspiration.

  “Yes… Uh… yes… Oh… oh please… Please…” she babbled. After long minutes of this extreme regimen, a powerful climax surged, and she welcomed it with relief and gratitude.

  Honda slowed down, then took out his hand but didn’t release her from his iron grasp. Humming with satisfaction, he lapped the perspiration streaming along her spine. Small tremors and silent sobs wracked Lana who relished being held in a tight embrace.

  With a large smile tugging at her lips, she twisted her body to face him again, and caressed his powerful chest with a trembling hand. She enjoyed the sight of her bite and nail marks on his sweaty skin. Her tongue roamed on his chest, savoring his taste and smell, while his rapid heartbeat drummed under her fingers.

  “What else can I do for you?” Lana whispered between two licks, throat sore from her moaning and shouting. “Please tell me what you need.” He opened his mouth, but right then, the sound of an incoming Skype call on her smartphone shattered the relaxed mood.

  14

  A Lesson in Discipline

  “Oh, no… what time is it?” Lana attempted to get up, but he still held her tight.

  “Much too soon for my liking,” Honda growled. “Go ahead and take care of it.” Lana jumped out of the sofa to run to her purse. All of her body hurt, but she had to set aside the discomfort. She picked up her smartphone, cleared her throat and sat on the bed, making sure to avoid the camera button.

  “Jeb! Good morning,” she managed to say in her most business-like voice.

  “Hi there, Lana, how are you doing?"

  “Fine, fine, thank you. Sorry, I’m not in my office so I’m using my smartphone and have problems with my camera. Can we do this voice-only?”

  “Sure, no problem. Christie is here with me.”

  “Hiya Christie, how have you been doing?”

  “Hi Lana, just peachy. Before we begin, let me say you have our support. We totally disagree with Michelle’s methods. It’s really a new low for her.”

  Lana frowned as she grabbed a notepad and a pen from the nightstand. “Hmm, say that again? Are you referring to something in particular, following up the messy meeting my team had with her this week?”

  The line went silent. “Ah no, Lana, I’m talking about the email she sent management-wide just two hours ago. Didn’t you get it?”

  Lana squeezed her eyes shut; rage engulfed her from head to toes. “No, I haven’t seen it yet.” It wasn’t the time to rant. “I was in a meeting until now and haven’t checked my emails for the past hours. My bad, but I’ve got a pretty good idea of what kind of nonsense she wrote. Anyway, thank you for your support. I’ll deal with it after we are done here.”

  “Ah, well, sorry for being the one to break it to you. You should address that. Do you want to reschedule our call?”

  “Not at all. It’s a personal beef between Michelle and me, and it shouldn’t get in the way of our work. She just showed how bad she is at handling that kind of stuff. Anyway, Jeb, tell me more about the new EU regulation you mentioned in your last email. How will it impact our Japanese clients operating in Europe?”

  “Well, as I see it…”

  Lana let Jeb go ahead, put the smartphone on speakerphone and wrote notes while laying, naked, on the king-size bed. Another part of her brain was busy coming up with the best way to shut down Michelle once and for all and reverse that shitstorm. Engrossed with her rambling and with keeping track of what Jeb explained, she shut out her environment, the mind-blowing sex she had just had, and the presence of Honda himself.

  “So, what will be the timeline?” she asked at some point.

  “Well, as you know, EU regulations are pretty much self-executing. As soon as it comes into force at the end of September, it will have the same rank and impact as any domestic statutes. I’d really recommend we start informing our non-EU clients right away.”

  “Yes, that would be sensible…” Lana’s voice hitched, and she flipped on her back, looking down at her legs. To her horror and growing arousal, Honda was now licking and nibbling the inside of her t
highs.

  “Lana, are you okay?” She heard Christie from afar. Lana closed her eyes and fought to keep her voice steady despite the skills of the thrice-damned man between her legs.

  “Yes, sorry Christie, it’s just… the network acting up. Go ahead please, give me… give me more details about what your office plans to do on your side.”

  Furious and shaking her head, Lana threw a blazing look at Honda. She didn’t need this! He had promised to let her take care of that call—with no time limitation! Honda’s face remained expressionless while his mouth kept crawling higher until his tongue was so close to her traitorous pussy, he could lap her flowing juices at their source. Her body tensed, and it took all of her resolve not to moan out loud. This was delicious and naughty, but also a nightmare.

  Her colleagues couldn’t catch her climaxing on the phone, not right when her nemesis was unleashing hell on her reputation and would use every single opportunity to bring her down. Consequences be damned, Lana sat up and tried to crawl away from him, denying him the pleasure of eating her out. He had none of it and dug his hands into her legs, keeping her in place. She hissed at him, furious.

  “So, Lana, what do you think?”

  “Hm, very interesting, Christie…” Lana lied through her teeth; she hadn’t listened to one word her colleague had said. “Any chance you’d be okay to send me a short memo to share with my team?”

  While she said this, she threw caution out of the window and grabbed Honda’s hair to keep him from touching her crotch. She needed to finish her call at once and couldn’t care less for his controlling behavior. Looking up, he slapped her hand away, pushed himself up and overcame her, hovering above her. Obviously, he didn’t care much for her attitude either. He pursed his lips, and a low growl rose from his chest.

  “You’ll have it by Tuesday,” said Christie’s disembodied voice.

  “Great, thanks!” It got increasingly difficult to hide the urgency in her voice. “I’ll prepare something along those lines for my team and get back to you ASAP for coordinating the details. Please excuse me now. I’d better address that crisis with Michelle…”

  “Oh yeah, go ahead! Nice talking with you Lana, good luck! Once again, you have our support.”

  “Thank you, guys, have a great weekend!” Lana uttered, breathless, just as Honda plunged with his once-again hard shaft inside her with an angry thrust.

  “You, too Lana! Bye.” And to her immense relief, they ended the call. Lana moaned out loud, another climax shattering her.

  Eyes hard, Honda grabbed her hands and held them fast above her head while pounding inside her. “Let’s be clear,” he uttered. “You should have let me finish it. This is a typical situation where your self-control is key, and I expect you to handle your reaction!” He quickened his speed, and she shook like a rag doll under his assault.

  “Understood… ahhhh… nnnnhhhh…” Right then, a thought struck her. She bit her lip. “Ahh… goshujin sama… uhnnnnn... forgive me… I… you should discipline me...”

  Her words made Honda stop in his tracks; he brought his face just over hers, pinning her down with his gaze and his erection, asserting his dominance over her body and mind.

  “Yes… discipline is in order. What do you have in mind? Another, longer session in frustration management or in self-control?” His voice almost a purr, he seemed to enjoy that prospect.

  Lana growled. She should have been checking her phone, making calls to her boss, answering her emails, and addressing her professional emergency. Instead, there she was, negotiating with her master the best way to be disciplined. This situation, this request was brand new, and she didn’t know how to express her growing, aching need. Maybe this was the hidden desire he had mentioned. Maybe he meant to bring me to this point all along.

  “I…” Lana closed her eyes, ashamed, feeling like a virgin on her first night. Embarrassment made her blush red, rousing strong waves of anger inside her; she hated being like this, so unsure and ambivalent about her own emotions.

  “Open your eyes, and don’t look away,” Honda ordered while grinding against her even further. She moaned and failed at meeting his gaze. “Shame has no place between us, little mudansha. Express yourself, express what is coiled inside you.”

  Lana squeezed her eyes and raised her hips to meet his, relishing how their bodies joined, taking comfort and strength in it. She let the whirlpool of confusing feelings inside her grow and bloom, like a balloon, until she was able to name them and give them substance. Inhaling deeply, she looked at him square in the eye.

  “Please spank me, goshujin sama,” she answered with a low voice. “Spank me until you come again. My lack of respect was terrible, and I need to learn a lesson.”

  His pupils dilated, his jaw tightened, and his entire body tensed between her legs. Now, whose self-control was being tested?

  “Careful, little mudansha,” he growled, “for this could last longer than what you find manageable. I will not stop before I find my release… whatever you tell me.”

  Defiant, Lana quirked an eyebrow. “Well, that’s why we call it a punishment, right? Let me prove I am strong enough to endure it, and that I do have some self-control even if it’s still lacking. Please.”

  The more she talked, the more she knew it would be an important test for this unusual relationship of theirs, and the better she felt with her decision. And deep down, regardless of his warning, she also trusted him to stop everything if she found herself in too much distress. Honda brought his mouth over hers.

  “You are remarkable, Lana san,” he whispered between two licks of her swollen lips. “I have chosen well. Giving you this much-needed punishment will be… enlightening for both of us, and I am confident you can take it.” His words sent butterflies to her belly. His confidence in her abilities was staggering. Honda sat on his heels and pulled her toward him. “Lay over my knees. You need not keep silent, but don’t move away.”

  Just as she positioned herself on him, raising her ass and putting her head on her folded arms, her discarded phone buzzed and flashed next to her hand. Richard. Lana tensed but didn’t dare move. His grip on her hips increased.

  “Do not answer it. Do not think about this. Focus only on me, on yourself, on us. Your mind needs to be centered now; it needs to support your body. As long as your mind remains strong, your body can endure a lot. Do you understand?”

  Lana nodded and closed her eyes. “Yes, goshujin sama.”

  “Good,” he replied and the next second, his palm connected with her ass cheek. The pain was stringent and more acute than expected. Lana hissed and bit her lip. Fueled by revenge, she wanted to hold on as long as possible; it would be her cries of pain that would bring satisfaction to Honda.

  Soon, there were only slapping sounds filling the air. Her cheeks began to burn, covered with angry red marks. He wasn’t gentle yet wanted it to last. Tears ran down her cheeks, but still, she kept silent, focusing on the sparkles of pleasure ignited with each slap. His erection jutted against her belly. Now and then, a finger grazed her engorged lips and collected her dripping juices. Lana sobbed, muttering curses under her breath.

  Her brain registered what was going on: the fact she turned him on so much, that she was strong enough to give him this, that she had such power over him. It transformed her suffering into a new source of dark pleasure.

  Her whimpers of pain became moans of arousal, and renewed energy coursed through her body until a powerful climax washed through her, from head to toes. To her great satisfaction, her release pushed him over the edge. He didn’t shout: he roared. Gripping her hips, he spent himself all over her cheeks and lower back. Her abused skin was so hot that it felt cool to the touch and was a blessing.

  With heavy pants, Honda collected her in his arms, scooping her from behind. Body shaking, she wept in silence, not only because of the pain and pleasure but also because of her powerful emotional release. Falling asleep on the spot, nice and safe in his arms, sounded perfect. Wake up n
ow! If you don’t tackle Michelle right now, you’re as good as dead and can pack your stuff come Monday.

  “Goshujin sama…” she whispered, “I... need to make phone calls before I lose the upper hand at my office.”

  Honda grunted in her hair and removed his arm with no comment. He rolled away from her, in dire need of a break.

  Grimacing, Lana got up from the bed, grabbed her smartphone and purse and limped to the huge and luxurious bathroom. With the gorgeous view of Tokyo skyline in front of her, the deep and large bathtub was awfully tempting. Get a grip, girl. A shower will serve you much better.

  A glance at the mirror and the red and blue finger marks on her ass confirmed that sitting down would test her resilience over the coming days. She had to get her hands on some cream. Turning on the ceiling shower, she sighed in pleasure when warm water cascaded on her head. The various parts of her body that had been roughly handled protested. She focused on the deep-set feelings of satisfaction inhabiting her, channeling them to address the nuclear attack the bitch had unleashed on her.

  With a sigh, Lana dried herself and put on a fluffy bathrobe. She sat down carefully on the vanity chair and opened her mailbox. There were twenty-three unread emails, half of them from her senior management. Brace for impact.

  The email from Michelle was vitriolic, unprofessional, but far from stupid. She knew which buttons to push. After twisting the entire situation to Lana’s disadvantage, she made her sound like a megalomaniac, arrogant, incompetent SOB.

  Lana swore and cursed aloud in three languages. Her management and colleagues were not stupid or blind, but still, this was getting out of hand and would leave a stain on her record. On top of it, there was the limited, yet real risk that after hearing about this, those two idiots Jonas and Frank would add their two cents just for spite. She didn’t even read the other emails. She speed-dialed her boss Richard, vowing to sound composed and unaffected. He picked up right away.

  “Lana, where the fuck are you? And what kind of fresh hell have you stirred up again with Michelle?”