by Lila Mina
That’s why he’s so pissed by the news. His sex doll can’t be pushed as hard anymore. I’m useless to him.
Lana grunted; a shower was in order but above all, she needed to pull herself together. How would she survive this damned dinner without blowing out at him? How would she handle whatever shit he’d throw at her?
I’ve got to pack my things and leave! If he’s so hostile, then it’s all over! Yuki can only do so much. No way I’ll force this down his throat.
Gabriella would certainly let her crash at her place for a few days. Angry sobs swelled inside her chest. Enraged at herself, her fists pulled at her hair.
Idiot, idiot, idiot! But what did you even hope? That this time, everything would out turn peachy and not degenerate? You’re just the queen of disaster. When will you stop lying to yourself, stupid cow?
There was a rapid knock at her door; Honda barged in, still in his aikido garb, anger clouding his face. In three strides he was by her futon. She had neither the energy nor the will to sit up to greet him properly, even less confront him.
“Since when do you know?”
“Earlier this afternoon,” she replied coolly, staring at the ceiling. “I saw my doctor this week because I haven’t been feeling well. Blood tests came back normal, except for my levels of pregnancy hormones that are off the charts.”
“There is no doubt then.”
“None, so sorry to disappoint.” She didn’t even bother to hide her sarcasm.
Honda leaned over her, putting his hands on both sides of her head. His sheer physical presence and body heat forced her to acknowledge him. She glared at him.
“How can you believe for one second I am disappointed?”
Are you fucking kidding me?
She pushed herself up, her face inches away from his. “Because you were so angry back there? Because you accused me of making the worst joke any woman can make to a man? Because you looked ready to…”
A hard and short kiss cut her short. “Enough with your nonsense!” He kneeled by her side. “I am outraged at how you proceeded. I thought you were only provocative and out of line because I was not making things easy for you. But this is… delightful news, Lana san.”
Lana searched his face for any clue of dishonesty, not believing her ears. “You are actually happy? Uh! You have… a very special way of showing it. But I guess I should have trusted Yuki sama’s word on this as well…”
Honda’s fingers grasped her chin and simmering anger surged again in his eyes. “Yuki knows? You told her before me?”
Lana sat up to face him. Her resolve was back along with aggravation at his infuriating attitude. “Yes, of course! First, I had to make sure your wife isn’t downright hostile to your… your pet!” she pointed at herself in self-derision, “expecting your child! Having fun together is one thing. This is a whole new level of mess, and she is only human! I had to make sure this is a safe environment for the baby before you could order her to welcome it. Even if I die, even if you die. This has nothing to do with respect, I must put the child’s interests first! Being illegitimate will be hard enough for it. I won’t add hatred from your wife to the scorn of everyone else outside this house!” Lana was almost shouting to his face, her hand grabbing his iron fist on her chin.
“Lower. Your. Voice!” Honda spat. He released her and put distance between them, panting hard to reign in his own ire and perhaps other impulses given how he usually reacted to her temper.
“You did everything wrong today, Lana san,” he stated icily. “You should not have disclosed the news like this. You should have come to me first, for a normal conversation. I would not have… pressured Yuki to accept the situation, this goes beyond what we have agreed upon, well beyond my intent. As for the interests of the child…” Hot fury lit up his eyes. She recoiled to the other side of the futon, gulping nervously. “Of course, they are paramount to anything else! You were upset I accused you of making jokes, but you! Do you really think I’m so irresponsible I can reject, disown any child of mine? Hm? Answer me! Is there so little trust between us? So little understanding of honor and duty you cannot take my protecting you and this child for granted?”
Tension and embarrassment made Lana shake. Honor and duty, uh? Talk about a big cultural blunder… and deadly insult. Way to go, girl, a real champion today, aren’t we?
She stared at her knuckle-white fists on her knees. “I didn’t plan to disclose the news to you like this, even less insult you. It simply... tumbled out of my mouth. I was tired and wanted out, you weren’t paying attention. It’s a shock for me, you know, I never thought this could ever happen… I let my anxiety overrule everything. I am truly, deeply sorry about my actions at the dojo, it was unfair and disrespectful.”
Lana drew another shaky breath and tried to meet his eyes for the second, hardest part. “Until now, those issues of complete trust, of me putting myself in your care… this was… this was in a specific context. Suddenly it’s so hard for me to imagine your priorities. It’s already been challenging for me to define and frame our relationship, because… because of many reasons. Cultural ones, maybe, personal ones, for sure…”
Lana shuddered. It took her some time before being able to continue but then, even to her ears, her voice sounded hollow. With soft circles, her hand rubbed her belly. “In my experience, people can react in the most terrible way when a woman finds herself pregnant. I let my past and deep-set insecurities cloud what I know of you. My judgement was… badly impaired. I should have known better.” Memories of pain and despair flashed again in her mind, but she pushed them back firmly.
No, no that road, not here, not today.
Honda got up and went to the windows to stare at the stone garden. “Why did you think you couldn’t get pregnant?” His voice was still rough, but his anger was again in check.
“I… Something happened, a long time ago, and left me… damaged, and the doctors were adamant I’d never be able to bear children. But please, let’s have this discussion another time… not today… and certainly not with visitors here, it’s above what I can handle. I’m calling ‘red’ on this,” Lana grimaced.
“Yes, we do have guests whom we need to take care of. They must still be in the second bathroom, and we should also get cleaned up.” Honda pulled her on her feet in one smooth move. His hand rested carefully on her naked belly.
A maelstrom of conflicting emotions made her shut her eyes. Not all of them were about her pregnancy and past anxieties. She had to come to terms with the bond this created with a man who had made it clear he would not become a regular life partner.
Is this going to change? And can it be truly for the best?
Honda tightened his grip. “For now, I only ask you to trust me — about my intentions toward this child, but also yourself. And for all that is holy, stop defying me in public, above all when Nakazawa sama is in the room.”
Lana briefly rested her head on his shoulder, trying to draw comfort and emotional assurance where there was so little offered. She wished they’d turn to the closest thing there was between them. Most likely, he wasn’t in the mood… and they had no time for it.
His fingers brushed her hair and then he stepped away, heading for the door. “Take your clothes and come with me, we will use my bathroom to speed things up.”
A groan escaped her. Honda stopped in his tracks; in a blink, her back was against the wall. He wasn’t touching her, only blocking her way out with one hand next to her ear.
“What was that?” His voice was dangerously low.
Lana met his eyes, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “Absolutely not a complaint, goshujin sama. I am simply too aware of my hormonal changes, of my weakness for you… and of my poor discipline today.”
Letting him mull over her words, she crouched and squatted under his arm; as if nothing had happened, she picked up a change of clothes from her closet and a yukata to avoid walking around half-naked in the corridor.
“From what I smelt and tast
ed in your mouth,” he grumbled, “Yuki enjoyed your new hormonal state today. You have also shown… poor self-control with her, haven’t you?” Their conversation only made her hitch worse as vivid images of her mistress going down on her flashed in her mind.
Lana smirked; things were easier when they were playing their games. “You can say that, but to be honest, oku sama wanted to show me how much my taste has changed and how… hypersensitive I have become in strategic places,” she replied with feigned innocence. To her great satisfaction, his face became stormy, but this time not with anger.
Yep, teasing can go both ways.
“Come with me now. I will not be the only one left today without your taste on their lips.” She smiled at his retreating back with nerves tingling in anticipation.
His bathroom was in front of his bedroom, in the north wing. A nice outdoor view and a magnificent waterfall shower made it a piece of art. Honda signaled her to sit on one of the wooden stools in the shower area, while he sat on another.
“Begin with my back and hair, please.”
Lana worked a lather of soap on his hair and neck, sliding along his broad and well-defined shoulders to reach his lower back and the top of his muscular legs. She applied as much force as possible; he liked a strong massage after practice.
The only area she didn’t dare touch was his terrible scar; it mesmerized her whenever she saw it up close. Curiosity and reluctance at probing him on such a private issue tore her apart; neither of her partners had brought it up with her so far. Deciding not to press her luck, she curbed her pang of interest to focus instead on her task.
Her hands went around him to aim at his chest, flanks, and stomach. She relished how his supple skin and chiseled abs rippled under her fingers. Her breasts firmly pressed against him; there was no helping it with their body size and mass difference. It was hard to avoid moaning aloud; her constant brushing of his slippery back stimulated her over-sensitive nipples. Because he hadn’t given her any instruction, his member remained off limits.
She moved to his legs, but he grabbed her wrists. “You forgot something.” Honda placed her hands on his shaft. She smiled against his skin; he was rock-hard. With enthusiasm, she pumped him with one hand, the other massaging his sack. “Harder and faster,” he grumbled, before turning on the shower.
Lana rested her brow between his shoulder blades and shut her eyes to focus on increasing pace and grip. Soon, both of them were panting hard. She was getting wet and wished badly she could touch herself. Warm water cascading on their heads and bodies, the dull pain stemming from her right arm and wrist was difficult to overlook. He didn’t seem to be on the verge of release yet.
With extra caution, her left hand moved from his balls to his puckered hole to massage softly his entrance. A sharp gasp rewarded her move. Feeling even bolder, she pushed her middle finger inside, one, then two knuckles deep. He grunted, and his breath turned more erratic. She quickened her pace and gave up resisting; pushing herself half-way up, she bit his shoulder hard with a tad of possessiveness.
Lightning-fast, Honda caught the wrist pumping him, twisted on his seat and pulled her onto his lap. Surprised and unbalanced, Lana yelped but any sound was quickly muffled by his thick erection passing her lips.
“Your outrageous behavior today did not grant you the right to be so aggressive, little mudansha,” he grunted. “Now, finish what you started.”
Her scalding look told him plainly what she thought of his move. Lana grabbed his base and alternated tongue swirling and sucking until he quivered in her hands. Ecstasy flashed over his face when he emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, while the rest was washed away down the shower drain.
Lana had barely enough time to sit back on her heels before Honda caught her waist to make her sit on the edge of the tub. Without breaking eye contact, he put her legs on his shoulders and dove in, his wide and hot tongue spread flat. Eyes rolling back, she let out a long and throaty hiss. All too quickly, her body began to shake. This would be over way too soon, but this was what she needed, what would mend the pieces after a much tenser fight than usual.
“Nggg… ah… hm it’s so good…” she whimpered, gripping the edges of the tube until her knuckles turned white, lost in the sensations shooting from her dripping core. Honda spared no efforts. Lana loved the difference of speed, roughness and aggression between her partners. A powerful wave made her body jolt and spasm, and she sobbed in relief.
He pulled her onto his lap, and her brow rested on his nape. “Even sweeter than before…” he whispered in her hair. “This is quite a feat.”
“I’m happy to say this specific activity will be just fine throughout my pregnancy,” Lana said against his skin.
He pulled at her hair to make her look at him. “We will go over your new temporary limits and see how they will evolve as the months go by. When is your next medical visit? I will come with you.”
“This Thursday. But… as much as we can rejoice, it’s still so early... Even if I get the green light from my doctor, this pregnancy won’t be easy. There is my history and well, I’m not twenty-two anymore. I’ll be closely monitored because things could go out of control.” Then she couldn’t resist teasing him. “Do you plan to question my doctor about what pregnant women can and cannot do when it comes to BDSM?”
Honda frowned and puffed. “I plan to raise any relevant issues for yours and the baby’s sake. Are you worried about being embarrassed?” His black look challenged her.
Her smirk turned into a full-fledged and voracious smile. “Oh no, don’t worry. My doctor is German and is also a sexologist, so I bet he’s seen and heard it all. I fear for the nurses who will be there. I can’t wait to listen to this conversation.”
Honda didn’t seem so pleased with her lack of maturity. He slapped her butt and motioned her to stand up. “Go now, dry yourself and see how you can help Yuki with the final steps of the dinner. I will be with you in a moment.” Lana bowed and stepped back inside the powder room.
After putting on black slacks and a grey silky blouse, her wet hair tied in a ponytail, she walked out of Honda’s bathroom just in time to run into Nakazawa.
7 Spite and Pride
Hiding her trepidation, Lana took a deep bow before stepping aside to let the older man pass. Hopefully, he didn’t know whom the bathroom belonged to. To her dismay, the cunning CEO of Nakazawa Holdings stopped in his tracks.
“Martin san, isn’t it?”
Lana’s bow was stiffer this time. “Yes, Nakazawa sama.”
“Since when do you live here?”
“A little less than three months, since the earthquake.”
“Ah yes, I remember. Your building burned. I would have thought you found a new place by now.”
Neck and shoulders tense, Lana made excruciating efforts to school her face. Anytime now, Honda would show up...
“Sensei and Yuki sama have been kind enough to offer me a place to stay until my apartment unit is repaired.” The edited truth would do. “Please excuse my rudeness, Nakazawa sama, but I should help with the dinner preparations…”
“Yes, yes, go ahead,” Nakazawa replied. His piercing eyes made her uncomfortable even though she had to handle her share of difficult, elder CEOs in her line of work. Usually, she had nothing explosive to hide from them. Relieved, Lana was about to hurry toward the kitchen when he called after her. “Oh, have you seen Honda san since practice?”
Licking her dry lips, she turned slowly on her heels to face him. “I have. Sensei wanted to point out problems he found with… with my techniques during training.”
“I see,” Nakazawa grumbled. “Well, off you go, Yuki could use your help.”
Right when she thought she was out of those burning woods, Honda stepped out of his bathroom to find himself face-to-face with his father-in-law. The elder man blinked in surprise before his temper took a turn for the worse. Her usual flight-or-fight instinct neutralized for once, Lana found herself rooted on
her spot.
“Honda.” The patriarch spat, his gaze going back and forth between his son-in-law and Lana. From chill, the temperature in the hall dropped to ice-cold. “I’d love to say this is a surprise, but... your little scene at the dojo makes sense now. Things aren’t looking good for you.” Honda’s face was a blank mask. If it was possible, he made himself stand even taller. This time, the wave of nausea hitting Lana had nothing to do with her pregnancy. “How incredibly disrespectful, how downright distasteful you can’t even keep control of your… basest instincts while I am in your house, and when your wife is preparing dinner for your guests.”
Nakazawa took a step to get right under the nose of his son-in-law. Fifteen years older, a frailer and smaller man, he made up for it with a natural authority backed up by his higher social and familial status. Honda’s jaw was tightly shut, and he breathed through his nose.
Helplessness overwhelmed Lana. Maybe if she crumbled on the floor and cried, fainted, or did anything overly emotional, the commotion would break this awful confrontation?
Right when she thought that Honda was going to lose it, Yuki showed up, her hair made up perfectly, and wearing a pale grey and pink kimono. Lana blinked at her radiant, classic beauty. My goodness, how did she even manage to do that?
“Otoh sama, goshujin sama, I was looking for you. Dinner is almost served, and I would like to know —” She registered the explosive tension in the corridor. “My apologies, but what is happening here?” Her sudden icy tone was shocking given the respect she was supposed to show these two men at all times. “Lana san?”
Unable and unwilling to reply, Lana lowered her eyes. For once, she had nothing useful to say. Coming to the right conclusions, Yuki grabbed her lover’s hand and, fearless, walked to her father.
“Otoh sama, whatever you think you understand, you are wrong,” she stated calmly. “Please don’t say or do anything unreasonable.”
“Silence, Daughter!” Nakazawa roared. “Are you blind? How can you not see what is happening right under your nose! Your husband is dishonoring you in your home with this… exotic plaything of his! And on top of that while I’m here!”
