by Nikki Sloane
I couldn’t see much other than the woman looming over me, but her head lowered until her forehead was in the crook of my neck and her breath hot on my shoulder. The line of her spine drew my gaze up to her cherry-red backside and further to her Master towering over us. Akira’s dark look swept to me, then back to her ass that was presented in the air. He had a hand on the swell of one cheek, and his fingers dug in as his other arm moved. The silver toy began to disappear.
She murmured something as her shoulders tensed, but Dominic didn’t translate. I didn’t ask permission. My hand abandoned its hold on her neck and streamed down over her breasts and taut belly, all the way until it was buried in between her legs.
Yuriko gasped. More hurried words from her, followed by words from Akira. I glanced at Dominic. He was watching me, and the lust in his eyes made my mouth water. Sex clung in the air, stuck to my skin like sweat. I itched with need for Dominic like a junkie who’d gone too long without a fix.
Her skin was hot and wet, so my finger slipped into her easily. She sucked on my neck, and I didn’t fight her when that mouth traveled a steady line upward. Over my jaw, onto my lips. Her kiss was sweet and pleasant, but not what I wanted right now. Dirty. Raw. That was what I wanted. I broke the kiss and fucked her with two fingers. And I could feel the toy in her ass as Akira worked it deeper.
“Arigatō,” she cried. He must have gotten it all the way in.
He said something back that sounded soft and like praise. My fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, and sometimes I’d pull them out and rub a circle on the nub just above. Yuriko seemed to like that. She made a quiet mewling sound. Was she going to stay quiet when she came?
Her breathing grew rapid and uneven, and I moved my hands in time with each other. One inside her, curling back in search of her G-spot, my other hand sliding along the length of Dominic’s massive cock. The one I’d been without for what felt like a millennium.
Conversation seemed to be a struggle for Dominic, but I didn’t think he was having a hard time understanding Akira. Yuriko was getting close to orgasm, and it was from what I was doing to her.
“She just asked,” Dominic’s hand stilled mine, probably because he was getting close, “for permission for something.”
Akira’s hands roved over her back like a sensual massage. Her breathing was rapid and crossed into a pant. I hurried my fingers, fumbling them over her flesh, wanting her to get that release she deserved.
Yes, Akira said.
The woman on me convulsed at the word and gave a tremendous sigh, her eyes shut tightly when the orgasm took her. I slowed my hand almost to a stop, but could feel her muscles clenching on my fingers. There was a rush of wetness between my thighs, but everywhere else was going to burst into flames.
She lifted up on shaky arms as Akira’s voice broke the quiet.
“He told her to get off the table and onto her knees.” There was a short exchange, and she sucked in a breath. “She wanted to know if he was going to take that out of her, but he said no. It pleases him.”
She stepped down gingerly off the table with the toy still in her ass, and it was cold when her body was gone from mine. But then Dominic moved. He stepped out of the pants at his ankles, his gaze full of desire and unwavering from mine, and I was right back to being on fire again. Those clear blue eyes were exquisite. There were plenty of beautiful things in this foreign country, but none of them compared to him.
He stood between my legs and bent over me, setting his lips on mine as I arched to push my breasts against his bare chest, my fingertips weaving through his hair. I wrapped my silk-covered legs around his waist, urging him to take me. To own me, even though he already did.
“Hands up,” he whispered with a smile when the kiss ended.
My knuckles skimmed across the smooth wood as I put my hands above my head, expecting him to link ours together. Instead, Japanese came from him, and a warm, large hand closed around my wrists. Akira’s. I tilted my head back to look at him.
I swallowed a breath. His authoritarian stare was on me while the hand not holding my wrists was on Yuriko’s ponytail, guiding her to suck him off. I ripped my gaze away. Watching her go down on him was hot, but those ruthless eyes would incinerate me. Could he feel my pulse racing under his firm grip?
Dominic’s eyes weren’t as ruthless, but there was power and dominance behind them as he straightened over me and set his thumb on my clit. I moaned in satisfaction when he pressed down, grinding the pad of his thumb where I was swollen and sensitive.
“Enough with the fooling around.” I fought to keep my voice from sounding desperate. “I want my reward for being a good girl.”
He grinned, a devious expression spreading across his face. “Yeah? You want it?”
The thumb stayed on my wet skin, toying with my clit, but his other hand clamped around his hard dick just under the head. And he pressed his cock into me. He guided his way until the tip was barely inside, the fist around him stopping it from going any further.
“Come for me. Right now.”
I hadn’t been all that close, and he was only an inch inside, but the thumb . . . and the connection . . . I was doomed.
“Yes, yes . . .” I cried, tipping over into a wave of sudden ecstasy.
I struggled against the hand holding me down, desperate to pull Dominic onto me and get him to plunge all the way inside, but Akira’s hand was too strong. It made the orgasm intense.
“You want some more?”
I gasped for air. I lifted my head up over my heaving chest. Of course I fucking wanted more. He retreated and the fist moved down an inch. One fucking inch. “No, Dominic. More–”
My brain and body couldn’t figure out who was in charge when he pushed inside me again, only a little deeper than the last time. His thumb stirred. I figured out who was in charge then. It was one hundred percent him.
“You’re going to come on my cock,” he said, “one goddamn inch at a time. Come for me, Payton. Right now.”
But I’d just . . . It was too soon . . . Oh . . . oh . . . holy shit. I turned my head to the side to bury my face in my arm as I came. Again. Less than a minute between them. This one wasn’t long but it was sharp as a knife and tore through me. I cried out a sob of pleasure.
“Yes,” Dominic said. Even with my eyes shut, I could hear the smile in his words. “Yeah. Fuck, that feels so good when you’re coming.”
Akira’s commanding voice rang out and drew me back into the moment.
“He said I should make you come again.” Once more the cock began to slide out. His fist shifted back another inch.
“No.” Panic filled my voice. Twice was shocking and a fluke. Plus that wasn’t anywhere near enough time to recover. I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Yes. This body is mine. It does exactly what I tell it to do.” He inched forward. “I’m going to show you what you’re capable of.”
The thick cock pushed and I welcomed him even as I felt spent and exhausted. I held my breath when the fist pressed against the outside of my pussy, the rest of him sheathed inside. He was going to give me the command any second and I wasn’t going to be able to do it. I shuddered on the tabletop, rattled against Akira’s hold. Oh god . . . oh god . . .
Dominic’s gaze was inescapable. “Come for me, right now.”
I screamed as the pleasure rippled and crept prickling across my spine. Then his hand fell away and his hard cock drove deep, all the way into me. It sent me into euphoria, and everything went black.
chapter
TWENTY-FIVE
Warm lips skimmed over my cheek and my head turned, searching to get them on mine. A rough voice asked, “Where did you go?”
My eyes fluttered open. Dominic was only a breath away, his eyes hinted at his concern. I blinked to clear the fog from my head and pulled my lips back in a satisfied smile. “Kiss me,” I said.
He lowered his head so there was no space between us. His mouth moved on mine in a sultry, passionate kiss that tasted like lov
e. It was the best kind of kiss. Akira had released his hold on me, so my hands settled on Dominic’s shoulders.
His cock was lodged inside me, and as we kissed, he began to move hesitantly. Slow, the way he liked it. The way he’d taught me to like it. Taught me to love it, really. He’d taught me to love all sorts of things in the two months I’d been with him.
Beneath him, I tried to return the pleasure he was so good at giving. I’d wanted to fuck him on this table, but instead I made love. It wasn’t hot, it was incendiary. Akira had picked up the pace with Yuriko and was fucking her mouth aggressively, but I ignored that. All I wanted was my boyfriend. This man I loved. And as soon as I could tell him, I would. Just not right now, not when we weren’t alone. I’d have to show him until then.
He groaned when I widened my legs and pulled him in as deep as possible, then flexed my internal muscles, squeezing him. He rocked against me, gliding in and out, his pace quickening and his ragged breath loud in my ear. My nipples dragged over his chest as his thrusts grew intense. Not as intense as this connection between us, but maybe nothing else could be.
“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He silenced me under his powerful kiss, his hips pounding into me. Faster. And harder. On, and on. At some point, I think Akira came. There were a slew of hurried Japanese words, followed by quiet. The only sounds were Dominic’s body slapping against mine and my moans.
Dominic made good on my request not to stop, I mean, it felt like it. Time stood still when we were together. His lips were persistent on my skin. If they weren’t on my mouth, they were on my neck, feathering kisses there.
“Mine,” he whispered.
There was no hesitation from me. “So fucking yours.”
A shift went through his body like last time, only it was more pronounced. He was a flurry of action, burying his face in my breasts while his hips drove into me, endlessly repeating until his breath came and went in enormous gasps.
He came. Hard. And loud.
His moan sounded like it was created deep inside his throat, and his cock jerked with spasms, pulsing inside me and fading slowly. God, that felt so good. Each pulse sent a small wave of bliss up my legs. His heavy body collapsed on top of me while he struggled to regain his breath.
“Jesus.” It was barely audible from him. “Did I ever tell you that you were worth the wait?”
“What?”
“A year without sex to get to you. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
I laughed softly and kissed him. When it was over, he turned his head to the couple. Yuriko was slumped down on the couch with Akira kneeling between her legs, his mouth buried in her pussy. She had her eyes shut and both hands in his hair, tugging on it while soft words came from her. Like she was pleading.
Akira sat back from her and pulled something from his back pocket. A tiny black pouch. Yuriko bolted to sit upright, her eyes wide and fixed on it.
“He just told her that she’s his.”
Dominic and I watched him open the pouch and pull out the glittering strand of diamonds. I gasped. Not just at the decadent jewelry, but what that short necklace really was. A collar. She seemed to be gushing while Akira leaned forward and fastened it around her throat. The stones glittered when it was done.
Akira’s smile shifted away to fill with lust, as if seeing his submissive collared was overwhelming. He bent back down and kissed her between her thighs like he was desperate.
Dominic said a whole bunch of things to them as he stood and withdrew from me, and his hand slipped under my shoulder, guiding me to sit up. I groaned. My muscles were stiff from spending too much time on the table. I’d say table sex was overrated, but not when it was with Dominic.
“I told them they can stay in the guest room if they want to. C’mon, let’s go to bed.” He helped me stand up, but grinned. “Unless you want to . . . watch them?”
It was so hot, seeing her heels rake down his back, begging him as she rode that tongue.
“I kind of do, but . . . I’m fucking exhausted.”
He kissed my forehead. “Maybe we can talk them into a show some other time.”
We lingered for another quiet moment before shuffling into the bedroom. He flipped on the lights and got into bed, his gaze following the descent of my garters. Once I was naked, I crawled onto my side of our bed, and the lights went out, immediately followed by his arm around me.
My pulse quickened in the darkness. Finally alone with him. My heart leaped up into my throat, blocking my ability to speak. I swallowed. My mouth was dry, too.
I’d only said it and meant it to one other man before. Why was I nervous about this? I certainly knew how he felt. Stop this, I commanded myself. Tell him. The blood rushed in my ears. Finally, I worked up the nerve.
I didn’t realize that the arm on me was growing heavier until it was too late. Fuck. I’d spent too much time being an idiot, and now he was asleep. I drifted my fingertips over his cheek, seeing if he’d stir, but he was down for the count.
Tomorrow, Dominic.
The bed sank down and jostled me awake. Dominic was already dressed in his suit, his breath faintly smelling of coffee.
“What time is it?” I scrubbed a hand over my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was late. Way too late for me to get him back in the shower, or do much of anything. “Why the fuck didn’t you wake me up?”
He gave me a sheepish look. “I figured you were tired. You slept through the alarm.” His hand cupped my face and that thumb smoothed over to pause at the center of my lips. “I love you.”
Warm lips were on mine, and gone a moment later as he stood and straightened his tie. I’d been on autopilot while not fully awake, and just realized I’d missed the opportunity to echo it back. His heavy footsteps carried him away from the bed and out the room.
I threw back the covers and darted after him into the living room. “Wait a minute.”
He pulled on his coat and turned to look at me, the corner of his mouth lifting in a seductive smirk. “No, devil woman. I’m already going to have to hurry to catch the train. We don’t have time.”
It was because I was stark naked. I’d been too tired to pull on clothes after last night. Well, shit. I didn’t want to do this naked and he was already late. He stared at me, expectantly. I’d have to cover. So I put a hand on my hip and gave him a seductive smile right back. “You sure you don’t have time?”
He shook his head and his expression was wanton. “Careful. Maybe I’ll tell you to stay just like that all day and wait for me.”
“Try it,” I said, smug, “and see what happens.”
“I dunno, you did a pretty good job obeying last night.” The muscles low in my belly clenched. He glanced at his watch and turned serious. “I really gotta go, I’ll see you later.”
He slipped out the door. Now I stood in our empty apartment, disappointed. But determined. Maybe this was a good thing it hadn’t happened this morning. It was better to wait until tonight, until we had lots of time to act on our feelings.
The day dragged. I spent it working out and researching a plan of action for the visa, then walked to the market in the late afternoon and bought some food for dinner. The problem with such a small kitchen and fridge meant you had to shop about every day, but at least it kept everything fresh.
He wasn’t as good about putting stuff away as I was. When I returned, I dropped the groceries on the counter and put them in their places, then tackled the rest of the clutter he let accumulate. In such a small place, junk mail piled up quickly and made me claustrophobic.
The opened letter in English caught my attention. The Chase Sports logo in the corner was recognizable and I was too interested not to take a peek. It felt like the only time I saw written English anymore on paper was on the tourist brochures that were riddled with grammatical errors.
There was a check attached to the letter. I scanned the number of zeros at the end of it, and reminded myself of the conversion to y
en–
Holy shit. It wasn’t in yen. There was a US dollar symbol on this check. $100,000. The memo line of it read “Commitment Bonus.”
I had to read the letter three times before it sank in. I pulled out my phone to text him, or call him, but instead I stared at it in my frozen hand. What the fuck was going on? Dread poured into my stomach, topped off with suspicion and anger. I set the phone down and my vacant stare shifted to the floor. I’d need to see his face when I confronted him about this, and he should be home soon. I’d just have to stew in these mixed emotions until then.
The sun set. The longer I waited, the angrier I got. I couldn’t think of any reasonable explanation for why he’d kept me in the dark about this. My hands balled into fists. I needed to have an escape route planned if this discussion went the way I thought it might, but hoped it didn’t. I packed my suitcase like a mindless robot. So much of what I’d bought while here wouldn’t fit. Stuff he’d bought me. Clothes, shoes, silk kimonos . . . Those fake wedding rings would fit, but the fuck if I was taking them.
I rolled my suitcase out into the living space, sat on the couch, and watched the door. My knee bounced with impatience. My skin itched and was annoying. I needed him to get home. Now.
A lifetime later the door swung open and he strolled in, dropping a new stack of mail on the counter. He went rigid when he saw my packed suitcase, me perched beside it on the couch, my eyes burning.
“What’s wrong? The visa–?”
“Tell me about the hundred thousand dollar check there.” I pointed to the table where I’d set the check face up, just in case he needed a fucking reminder.
Dominic’s gaze went hazy and shifted away from mine. It was clear he was struggling to put together in his head whatever he wanted to say. Probably assembling a lie.
“Say something,” I demanded.
The blue-eyed gaze swept back to me and he looked defeated. “I hated it here. I couldn’t do another year of it. After the first few months, I hoped it would get easier. It didn’t, it got worse. So I put in a request to break my contract and go home, which was going to fuck everything up with my job. I mean, doing that? It was just a step away from quitting.”
