Temper: Deference: Book One of the TEMPER Saga

by Lila Mina

  Lana winced. “Ah, this must be hard for you–” A slender finger on her lips cut her off.

  “No, it’s not. I’ve already told you why. And it’s such a blessing it’s you, and that I find myself drowning in your personality, care and your other delicious skills. He couldn’t have chosen better,” Yuki added with a warm smile before resuming dancing.

  Lana followed suit but had to look away to hide her trouble. Chosen… always this word.

  She exhaled to let go of her tension; her eyes found the VIP area on the second floor and fell on the last man she’d expected to see. Honda.

  “Oh!” She came again to a stop, shocked. “I can’t believe it. He’s here, just outside the VIP room, by the stairs!”

  Yuki didn’t even glance up or lose a beat. “Yes, he’s been there for fifteen minutes or so, watching us.”

  “Did you expect him?”

  “No, it’s the second or third time in the past ten years he’s come here. He dislikes the noise and such crowds. Maybe the picture of you in this amazing dress I sent him earlier did the trick,” Yuki teased.

  Lana burst out laughing, her unease evaporating and replaced by the wicked pleasure to make jokes at his expense with the only other person who would get it. “Oh my, this and the video of your incredible hip move I sent him!” Both women whooped in laughter. “All right, it’s nasty of us to give him such a nosebleed.”

  “A nosebleed and something else, which must be bothering him a lot right now.” Yuki said with an unladylike snort. “We can always blame it on the alcohol, and if he complains, the door of my bedroom will be locked next week.”

  “This is your prerogative,” Lana chuckled.

  Something serious flickered again in Yuki’s eyes, and the older woman grabbed both hands of her companion. “Lana san, it’s yours as well. Let me be clear here. If you don’t want to join him when he asks you to, you don’t have to. You’re in his service, yes, but not at his service. Whatever role we play, whatever pledge of obedience you made. Your limits aren’t only there for when you’re already in action. They also apply before starting anything. If you want to give him the cold shoulder for one week or one month, it’s fine, as long as you are clear and forthcoming.”

  Lana inhaled deeply. “My problem is not having to go to him when I don’t want to. Rather, the issue is, I always want to. Even now, even though we’re together, and I want you and would like to do so many naughty things to you on the spot…” They shared a knowing smile. “Knowing he’s here, I…” She blushed and looked away.

  “You want to climb the stairs and join him,” Yuki purred in her ear, once again molded against Lana’s hip and chest.

  “Yes!” Lana exclaimed, exasperated. “I’m mad at myself for being so weak when it comes to him, in particular when this is supposed to be our night.”

  Yuki grabbed her neck and pulled her in for another deep kiss. “It is, sweetling. But this is also supposed to be a fun and relaxing time. The choice is yours: you can go up to him, stay with me, take me up with you, or leave us here and get back home.”

  Tugged by too many contradictions, Lana groaned and threw another look at the VIP space. What she saw made her frown and burst her self-pity bubble. “Yuki sama, there are several women around goshujin sama, vying for his attention.”

  Yuki gave her a voracious smile but still, didn’t glance upstairs. “Oh, I’m sure there are, glittering moths drawn to a dark, brooding flame leaving them panting and all kinds of bothered. Don’t fret. He’s not going to spare them one glance.”

  “Really? They’re so beautiful. It would be hard not to react, at least a little bit.”

  Yuki went behind Lana and molded herself against her back. “Oh yes, they’re so lovely they make my eyes hurt and my mouth water, but he doesn’t work like this. These women could be Miss Japan and jump him while completely naked, but he wouldn’t touch them. None of them would last even a minute with him, and he can’t even be bothered. Even I can’t always follow. Only you seem able to manage him at his highest degree. But perhaps it’s because this is not about fun but fight for the two of you, isn’t it?”

  Once again, Lana turned silent and squeezed Yuki’s hand. Her words hit their mark with frightening accuracy, but it was also a relief to hear this truth expressed so plainly. Yuki nibbled her lover’s sweaty neck. “Come on now, let’s go upstairs, and rescue him from such unbearable harassment.”

  21

  Snarls and Teeth

  A bored and sour look painted on his face, Honda leaned on the metallic handrail running all along the VIP floor. As soon as his companions moved in his direction, his wandering gaze locked on them. Lana couldn’t tear her eyes off his dashing frame as they climbed up the flight of stairs. In a black business suit and no tie, with the two top buttons of his light-blue shirt undone, his bulky body was even more attractive. He was the only one motionless in the crowd of jet setters, and it was impossible to miss him.

  No wonder all these panties are getting drenched.

  The rising tension flowing between the trio became almost tangible. The group of young ladies who gravitated around Honda gawked at the two newcomers with badly hidden hostility. Baring teeth, Lana let her repressed alpha self pierce through. For Yuki, it was a second skin.

  All except one moved out of the way. In her twenties, wearing a cream and lace dress barely covering her butt, a little minx with waist-long hair and an hourglass body stared straight at Lana with an ugly smile that was almost a snarl. She licked blood-red full lips; teeth flashed, black eyes burning with something else than mere lust.

  A sudden and powerful impulse to smash her beautiful face on the nearest table made Lana shudder.

  Nerves tingled. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin despite the heat inside the club and an iron taste filled her mouth. Her vision tunneled as all of her senses, all of her being, seemed to zoom on the girl.

  Deep in the corners of her mind, an alarm bell rang. Wow, what’s going here?

  A more primitive, instinctive need seized her and swept aside the warning blaring in her head.

  Lana gave the slutbitchwhoreenemy her blandest, deadest stare. Taking two steps closer, a low growl escaped her. Blood pulsed in her temples, a perfect match for the speed of the rapid techno beat filling the club.

  The girl’s eyes narrowed, and her stance shifted.

  Right then, Honda’s large frame filled Lana’s field of vision, and she had to crane her neck to lock eyes with him. He wasn’t happy.

  “Stand. Down.”

  Lana worked her jaw before replying. “This one is no doll,” she hissed. “She is dangerous and has an agenda. She should be put down!” The violence of her own words took her aback. Where did this come from? What am I even doing?

  “Enough!” Honda barked. “It is not your call to answer her challenge. Do not waste my time over this kind of futility. Follow me. I did not come to this infernal place to remind you of our basic rules.”

  Reminded once again she had no claim over him, Lana obeyed. Still, it took her a tremendous amount of willpower to ignore the snarling girl and focus instead on her two companions. To her chagrin, Honda didn’t spare the intruder a second look despite the unsettling vibes pouring from her.

  Yuki was waiting for them by the entrance of their VIP lounge, a beaming smile on her lips. Seeing her so relaxed and composed threw water on Lana’s raging fire.

  Looks like I’m really overreacting. I need to learn how to deal with the kind of attraction he draws. If she isn’t even twitching an eyebrow, there’s no reason why I should. And like he said… it’s not my place. It’s hers. Another reminder of our terms. My rules of engagement.

  “Goshujin sama, what a pleasant surprise to have you here with us. May I help you with your jacket?” Yuki asked, always so smooth, once the door closed behind them.

  Lana welcomed the relative silence and strolled to the low table to fill three flutes of champagne; the sparkling drink would soothe her rattled nerves.


  “Thank you,” Honda nodded to his wife and handed her his vest. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his trunk-like forearms. “The noise outside is unbearable, I don’t understand how you can enjoy spending more than five minutes in such a hellish environment.” Accepting the flute Lana offered him, he signaled her to sit on his right, while Yuki sat on his left. “My wife is a hopeless cause, but do you also often partake in this kind of activity, Lana san?”

  Lana smiled and emptied her glass. “Never in such high-end establishments. And to be honest, I’ve had only a handful of opportunities to do it since I moved to Tokyo. Back in my undergrad days, yes, I was a regular; Gabriella and I had several memorable nights. The techno scene in Europe was crazy. In Spain, there’s a whole island dedicated to partying and beach clubbing. In my twenties, I went there twice, or maybe three times? I have to admit, it was a bit wild… almost too wild!” she chuckled. Hm, yep, those two guys knew how to move… when was that… 2000? 2001?

  Her faraway look wasn’t lost on Honda who didn’t seem so pleased. He put his glass on the table and leaned forward, a predatory sparkle in the eye. “With you, I cannot imagine what ‘too wild’ can mean,” he grunted. “And did you wear many impossible and outrageous dresses like this one? Or was it something my scheming wife came up with to nab me, to test my patience?”

  Yuki laughed and made a humming noise, which could be interpreted either way. Lana quirked an eyebrow. “Well, we weren’t really expecting you tonight. I only hoped to match Yuki sama’s extraordinary style. A poor attempt at meeting her impossibly high level of class if you wish. Anything else would have reflected poorly on her and we all agree this would be unacceptable, wouldn’t it?”

  Honda’s eyes narrowed at this not-so-subtle reminder he was crashing their party. Before she could blink, he pounced on her; his teeth caught her neck, she found herself pushed back on the sofa.

  With his usual skills, and not bothering with kindness, his teeth were all over her. Soon her gasps and soft moans filled the room. There would be no way to hide those marks, and everyone outside would know what had transpired inside the lounge. The thought made her head spin, and she grabbed his shoulder to encourage him.

  With a smooth move, Yuki knelt by Lana’s side to push her hair back and expose her neck. Her tongue found her lover’s ear and her fingers pushed her dress to reveal her left breast, topped by a taut and sensitive nipple. Never leaving their sub’s throat, Honda made room to give his wife better access to their companion’s body.

  Yuki’s mouth moved away from her earlobe to launch a relentless attack on her nipples. Alternating licks and hard bites, she didn’t stop until Lana, driven delirious, wriggled under her, sobbing, begging. Her masters weren’t done playing with her though. Two different hands slipped under her garments, each of them gripping a leg with enough strength to leave fingerprints and pushed them wide open. Dress trussed on her hips, she was exposed.

  She wasn’t fighting back, quite the opposite. Combined with the effects of alcohol, her feeling of utter helplessness fed her arousal as she let her doms feast on her. Too many fingers to count found her slick pussy and worked in tandem, probing, pinching, twisting, stretching and teasing until she couldn’t remember her name.

  She came long and hard, with a scream swallowed by Yuki’s hungry mouth that was once again on hers. Her body jerked but was kept in place by Honda’s powerful grip. The frenzy subsided, and Yuki broke off her maddening kiss.

  The couple seemed pleased with the decadent picture she offered, sprawled on the sofa, thoroughly spent, and clothes in complete disarray. They brought their moist fingers to her lips; temples wet with tears, she licked them clean, humming in appreciation and gratitude.

  “Now, this is what I call a party,” Yuki chuckled. She turned to Honda. “What can I do for you, goshujin sama?” she asked amiably while caressing her husband’s apparent bulge.

  His hand glided along her shoulder and neck to her shiny and silky hair to pull her closer. Yuki freed him, grasped his base and gulped him in one smooth move until her lips were buried in his crotch, with an ease betraying long-time practice. He pounded her skull with fast strokes.

  Disheveled, Lana was still sprawled on the sofa, pussy throbbing. She slid down to the floor to kneel next to Yuki and watch them with rapt attention. Honda’s shaft distorted Yuki’s mouth, and she made delighted sounds each time he hit the back of her throat.

  It would have been a shame to forget Yuki’s pleasure. Lana molded herself against her back. One hand found a nipple through the shimmering tissue of her dress, the other moved along her thighs, inside her pants and caught her dom’s clit. She chose frantic and hard stimulation, a retaliation of a sort, but also aiming at making her mistress cum right at the same time as her husband. It worked like a charm and soon the lounge was filled with Yuki’s muffled moans, and Honda’s grunts.

  Both spouses reached their peak together, Yuki doing her best to swallow as much as possible. She ended up cradling Lana’s cheek, and her lover responded without missing a beat; both women shared another heated and passionate kiss, before sitting again on the sofa, glowing with satisfaction. Hands on hips, Honda remained standing and stared them down.

  “Now, let’s address your little show on the dance floor. Did you think I would let it pass? Yuki san, you were aware of my presence during your dancing, if I can even call those vulgar jerking moves as such. You did it on purpose.” Dark clouds gathered on his face. “While this was your night, I am not pleased both of you went on full display in front of such a large audience.”

  Lana bit her cheek to refrain from smirking at where this was going. She was pretty sure he had enjoyed it. He wouldn’t have waited upstairs otherwise.

  “My sincere apologies, goshujin sama,” Yuki replied with a demure tone. “I found it impossible to resist Lana san’s raw and unleashed sensuality.”

  “So, little mudansha, your lack of discipline is causing trouble again?” her master challenged her with a dark purr.

  Lana inhaled deeply and attempted to demonstrate appropriate contrition. “Unfortunately, it is. I have no excuse.”

  “Do you, now?” Honda growled. “I am not so sure of your sincerity. But you might indeed regret it painfully after I am done with you. Yuki san, I am not pleased by your behavior either, you will not escape punishment.”

  Lana wet her lips; her cheeks turned crimson in anticipation. Memories of his harsh spanking at the hotel flooded her. Oh yes, just like that time, it would be so good...

  She kneeled again on the plush rug. “Goshujin sama, please, I would hate to see oku sama’s beautiful and smooth skin damaged in any way because of my serious lapse and appalling failings. Whatever you had in mind for her, I beg you to allow me to bear it.” She bowed her head to her folded hands.

  “Neko chan…” Yuki whispered, blinking in surprise.

  Honda grabbed Lana’s hair and pulled back her head. “Good, you remember your duty and role. Back on the sofa then, on your knees, and raise your hips.”

  A mindless yet pleasant buzz ringing in her head, Lana hastened to comply. With her new position, her state of arousal was plain for her masters to see.

  Honda sat on her right side so Yuki wouldn’t miss one second of what was about to take place. Lana shuddered when his large, hot and calloused hand swept along her thighs then over her cheeks, up to her lower back and then again down on the inside of her legs, moist from her recent orgasm. He made sure to avoid touching her most sensitive areas even though they craved for his touch.

  “You still bear faint marks from our previous session, little mudansha,” he pointed out. “We will not push it as far as that night.”

  From velvet caress, his hand turned into burning iron in a blink. He wasn’t holding back much. Each slap was harsher than the last one, and all sent her reeling against the sofa. She grabbed the cushions and closed her eyes shut, focusing on her breathing.

  “Yes… goshujin sama…” sh
e moaned, filled with gratitude. It feels so right! I need this so much! Everything makes more sense now!

  Perspiration broke out all over her quivering body and tears began to flow.

  “Yuki san, no! Do not touch her yet,” Honda’s harsh order resonated in the room. Systematic, relentless, he turned Lana’s cheeks and upper thighs bright red.

  “Ah please… more… ah… forgive me… I’m so sorry…” Lana babbled.

  Whether the noises passing her lips were of pleasure or pain didn’t matter. It made no difference.

  There was only complete surrender, loss of control, and total trust. Only his hand on her burning skin, reminding her of her choices and deepest longings.

  She buried her face in the cushions and let out a long and high-pitched scream as a glorious climax overcame her, born out of pure pain. Millions of stars danced behind her eyelids. Strengthless, boneless, she slouched on the sofa, shaken by small tremors and a smile of intense satisfaction on her lips.

  Powerful arms embraced her and collected her against the large chest she had come to cherish, way too much for her own good. No soothing words, but simple physical comfort, and assurance she wasn’t alone, as well as silent recognition of her achievement.

  “Let me put ice here,” Yuki whispered, her voice shaky. “My apologies, neko chan, this might be quite uncomfortable.” She pressed a pack of dripping cubes wrapped in a towel on the most vivid areas before landing soft kisses on the untouched skin.

  Lana hissed but didn’t move away, welcoming the cold numbing of her heated flesh and the delicate feather touch of her mistress’ lips.

  “Do you need some for your hand, goshujin sama?” Yuki asked pointedly. The tightening of his arm around her told Lana he didn’t appreciate his wife’s sassiness.