Temper Dread: Book Two of the TEMPER Saga

by Lila Mina

  Honda tutted and gently nudged his wife until she was sprawled on the hood of the car side by side with Lana.

  “None of your concern tonight. Lana san, on your feet now. No, don’t bother fixing your clothes,” he told her. “Remove your shirt and assist me in attending to your mistress. But first, close the gate and garage door, please. The old hag across the street has had enough enjoyment for one night.”

  Lana hurried up to grab the car keys, still on the ignition, and pushed the gate and door buttons on the remote to provide the modicum of privacy Honda hadn’t judged necessary until now.

  By the time she was back, Yuki’s skinny jeans and panties had disappeared, and her slender legs were over Honda’s shoulders. Her ankles locked themselves together behind his neck. Towering above his wife who threw him a dazzling smile, he gripped her hips and raised her moistening core to face level; only her shoulders and head touched the car.

  “Climb up Lana san, and offer yourself to her mouth. After all, your pussy has become her favorite treat, hasn’t it, Yuki san?” Honda asked before digging tongue first into his wife’s crotch.

  “Ah yes!” Head thrown back, Yuki sighed in delight. “My… favorite… dessert… Tasting the two of you together, at her source… but this, goshujin sama… I can’t… get enough of it… oh please, right here, your teeth, right here, yes!”

  “Why choose then?” her husband grumbled from the depth of her pink folds. “Lana san, are you sleeping or what?”

  His bark shook Lana from her trance; watching her partners had always mesmerized her. Their intercourse had a sensual quality, a sophisticated touch, which betrayed years of intimate knowledge and so many other layers than pure lust.

  No love story, huh? Yeah, right. They might not have chosen one another, but they sure learned how to enjoy and appreciate each other in spite of… everything.

  Pushing back a misplaced burst of yearning, she hurried to climb up on the hood and lowered herself on her mistress’ face. Yuki’s burning stare shot tingles along her spine even before her tongue made contact.

  “No, eyes on me,” her master ordered, as he slipped three fingers inside his wife’s dripping pussy.

  Lana hastened to comply and turned around right when Yuki spasmed below her, hit by a first, quick climax. Recovering, she grabbed her sub’s bruised ass firmly, splitting her cheeks wide open. With a whimper of pleasure and pain, back arched, Lana didn’t hesitate. Familiar with her preference in this position, she grounded herself on Yuki’s face.

  Hips adopting a fast-paced rocking tempo, setting aside the discomfort of the hot unyielding hood, Lana indulged herself in the delicious and naughty sensation of Yuki’s generous and hungry tongue cleaning her up. Eyes shut, she began to grunt then moaned without interruption, close to her umpteenth climax of the evening. An iron claw catching her chin startled her; her rhythm fumbled, but she managed not to stop.

  “Eyes open. Do not look away from me.” Her stare locked with Honda’s smoldering gaze; he was once again busy flicking and sucking her mistress’ clit.

  With Yuki’s upside-down position, Lana was only a few centimeters away from her master’s face. In the dim light of the garage, his chin and lips glistened with his wife’s juices while shadows drew sharp angles on his features. Something moved in recognition inside her.

  A predator. Feasting. Every day, I proffer my throat to him. Gleefully. Without regret.

  A guttural moan escaped her lips, as a powerful burst of arousal jolted her to her mistress’ audible pleasure. With Yuki’s strong grip on her, she couldn’t lean any further, although her tongue was desperate to taste that tempting moisture. The glint sparkling in Honda’s eyes turned more dangerous. Right then, Yuki came again with a violent scream, her cum gushing on her husband’s face. He didn’t let go of his wife who was now out cold, panting hard, but his hand shot out to grab his younger partner’s neck.

  “Stand. Down.” His harsh order came from a place far away and was muted by the blood pounding in Lana’s ears.

  Yuki’s fingers slackened and let her go. Lana stared at her mistress’ folds. Her scent was mouthwatering, overpowering, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Her neck stretched, mindless of the pain shooting from Honda’s grip of steel.

  Uh, almost there, wantwantwantminemine...

  The next second, her knees hit the cold concrete floor of the garage. Reality crashed in. Blinking in surprise and shock, she stared at Honda’s legs in front of her, then glanced up. Thunder gathered on his face as he bared his teeth. He had yet to release her neck.

  “When I give you an order, you comply. What did you think you were doing?”

  Lana’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. Shaking her head, she frowned and stared at a stumped Yuki who gaped at her partners.

  “I… I… I’m sorry… I really...”

  What. The. Hell. What happened?

  Her eyes locked again with Honda’s and her honest puzzlement must have shown through. He gave her a piercing look and his stance softened.

  “Hm. All right. Things… sometimes slip out of hand,” he said, calmer, before releasing her to her utter shock. “Stand up now. Time to go back inside.”

  What, no lesson? No barking? No punishment for my lack of control?

  “Are you all right, sweetling?” Yuki’s concern was obvious.

  “Yes… yes, of course oku sama. My apologies, I think I let myself… be swept away. You were too good to me,” Lana chuckled, baffled by her own actions.

  Yuki smiled. A deep kiss woke up butterflies inside Lana’s belly. “I can never be too good to you, beautiful. But yes, rules shouldn’t be forgotten, especially when we are all together,” she added with a wink before throwing her husband an unreadable glance.

  “Indeed,” Lana nodded respectfully then proceeded with fixing her clothes. Her head still buzzed with disorientation.

  Yuki left the garage to unlock the door of the house. A large hand fell on Lana’s shoulder.

  “Careful here,” Honda grunted from behind, not bothering to hide his concern anymore. “I did not expect you to react like this while not provoked by my own… lapses. If too much is spilling from me to you...”

  Goosebumps covered her arms. Perplexed, Lana stared at her trembling hands.

  “Is this really what happened? It felt… new, yet familiar. And it was locked on oku sama, not you. So natural.” She frowned at the open side door leading to the house. “For a while there, yes, you did remind me of… something, and I reacted. But how can I say this? You weren’t my target.” Lips pinched, and eyes blurred by unshed tears, she struggled to push away the anguish welling up in her chest. “I… it’s inside me, goshujin sama, and it has nothing to do with you. You kept me in check tonight but what if… what if I’m now a threat to… If you don’t want me to be with her anymore, I’d understand, really, I...” She couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence.

  Honda grabbed her shoulders to make her face him. “Stop this. Tonight was exhausting, your emotions were all over the place, and we — I… was careless. I still forget now and then how the situation has changed over the past months. What you and I need is more control. Over our emotions, over our urges. A mutual check and balance. Let’s learn our lesson: nothing is simple, there is progress, yes, but we don’t know where we are heading, how this will evolve. Understood?”

  Eyes shut, Lana gave him a curt nod. “Yes, perfectly well. What a day indeed.” She rubbed her face and gave Honda a tentative smile, hoping to move forward. “The yakitori were great though. I’d love to go back.”

  “Let’s wait a few weeks,” Honda replied with a small headshake. “I am not proud of how I left that place.”

  “Eh, it could have been worse! At least I paid the tab!”

  24 Appeasement

  Like every Monday morning, Gabriella’s floor buzzed with activity. Standing outside the elevator, Lana nibbled on her thumbnail, watching small groups of coworkers run around to join various rounds o
f meetings. Nervousness was playing havoc with her courage.

  Don’t be such a chicken, she’s your best friend. You can do this!

  With clammy hands, she strode to Gabriella’s office and knocked on her door.

  “Yes, come in!”

  “Hey… is this a good time?” The warm smile blooming on her friend’s face melted icy shards of anxiety piercing Lana’s stomach.

  “Since when do you have to ask? Let’s have a cafè.”

  “I have something to go with that.” Lana showed the bag of treats she had bought at her station on her way to the office.

  “Chocolate muffins, my favorites!” Gabriella smiled with delight and got up to prepare two cups of espresso shots. After handling Lana a cup, she took a seat next to her on the sofa. They sipped their hot drinks in silence, both of them at a loss for words.

  “So, how are things?” a cautious Gabriella finally said, fingers running nervously in her hair. Somehow, the gesture appeased Lana’s anxiety. “How… how was the service?”

  The tentative peace offering didn’t fall on deaf ears. With a small smile, Lana patted her friend’s knee.

  “It was moving and I guess liberating. I wasn’t expecting that. And Yuki sama disclosed painful personal memories that gave even deeper meaning to what we did. We shared a lot.”

  “Oh, that’s good. Perhaps it was even for the best I wasn’t there, then.”

  “Hm, Yuki sama implied she would have been also happy to have you there. She trusts you and both are grateful for your role and continuous support in my life.”

  Silence settled in the room again. Gabriella gave Lana’s hand a light squeeze.

  “Ah. I… I was so emotional on that day. I’m so afraid to see you hurt. I should be more trustful and less critical.”

  Lana shook her head. “No, it’s good you keep a cool eye on the situation. There’s so much external pressure and… well, let’s say it, shit thrown on our lap. Believe it or not, we talk about it. No, strike that. We argue a lot because we don’t see eye to eye on how to handle it. But he has my back and I have his,” she explained. “Anyway!” Lana exclaimed, eager to navigate back into safer waters. “I come with another gift!”

  She retrieved tickets from her jacket pocket. “It’s terribly short notice, but are you and Yoshiro free on the 25th? How about coming with us to the final day of the Sumo Tournament? Yuki sama received tickets from her father for one of the box seats on the first floor. They are the best you can get.”

  Gabriella’s eyes widened. “Oh, Yoshiro will be so excited! He’s such a sumo fan, it’s ridiculous. He’ll get a nosebleed when I tell him, it’s impossible to find tickets for that day unless you kill someone. Count us in, whatever we had planned, we’ll cancel. I guess… everyone will be there?”

  “Yep, and Nakazawa, too,” Lana added with an exaggerated wince. “Yuki sama tells me he never misses one Tokyo tournament, so I guess we will have two crazy fans with us. You’ll get the incredible chance to meet the old guy himself and have a taste of his charming personality.”

  “Says the girl who signed up to work for him! You’re out of your mind, you know? How ecstatic somebody must be at seeing you gravitating around his archenemy… Sorry, but this whole thing is so good, my level of schadenfreude is out of the roof, I can’t help it,” Gabriella laughed, dodging the ball pen that Lana threw at her. Rubbing her hands together she added, “I can’t wait for the next episodes of your soap opera, cara mia, I’ll bring a full load of popcorn!”

  “Your wonderful support and empathy warms my heart!” Lana pouted and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. “Hm, I think Minohara san mentioned something about loving sumo… I might drop these tickets on her desk, because she sure deserves them, contrary to some people,” she sing-sung while walking out the door.

  “No, don’t do this please!” her friend called from behind her, in mock agony. “Yoshiro would ditch me if he ever heard about that. I’ll behave, I swear! No photos, no videos, no sneaky comments…”

  “No putting oil on the fire, whatsoever?”

  “Of course not! I’ll be courteous and respectful, proper decorum and all.”

  “Also toward him…?” she said, referring to Honda.

  Gabriella rolled her eyes with feigned reluctance. “All right, I guess I can try. I mean, I don’t want to hurt Yuki san’s feelings and embarrass her…”

  “Thanks, bella,” Lana snorted. “I’m glad to see that for her sake, you’ll do your best.”

  Gabriella gave her a vicious grin. “Of course, anything for her ladyship! I’d hate it if... she stopped holding me in warm appreciation.”

  Lana replied with a menacing smile of her own and closed the door behind her. “Oh, someone would like a repeat! Have you talked with Yoshiro about that?”

  A faint blush covered her friend’s cheeks, and she suddenly became subdued. “Not directly, I’ve got to confess. Well, I will before putting this back on the table with her. That time was… unexpected. Any new move would be deliberate, so it can’t be the same.”

  Lana squeezed her friend’s hand. “I didn’t mean to pressure you. She more or less ambushed you — with his blessings, by the way. Keep this in mind when you feel like poking at him.”

  “Welp, the two of them are truly something, aren’t they?” Gabriella mused aloud, wistful. “Thank goodness they’re not serial killers, we’d be six feet under by now, our corpses feeding the roots of their beautiful maple trees.”

  Lana burst out laughing and gave her friend a quick hug; it was so good to be back to normal. “I’ve got to go upstairs, but about the dress code for the 25th? All the Japanese side will come in formal kimono. Please let Yoshiro know. Feel free to do it, but I won’t. I’ll go with a conservative skirt.”

  “Uh, the eternal Japanese dress code conundrum. I’ll follow you on that, I’m always so scared of not tying the obi the proper way or creasing the kimono. Anyway, I have nothing that can compete with what she’ll wear, so the problem is solved!”

  The day of the tournament came, and Lana and her small company had left home shortly after 7 to arrive in time at the huge stadium hosting the event.

  “Lana san, why don’t you and Gabriella san wait over there by those chairs while we fetch my father? It shouldn’t take too long, but no need for you to remain standing.”

  Lana repressed a smile. Yuki acted increasingly like a protective hen around her. It was annoying but at the same time endearing.

  “Yes, it’s wiser. Gabriella, can Yoshiro find us if we move there?”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll text him right away. I feel bad having asked for that cup of coffee. With so many people around, I can’t imagine the lines…” Lana nodded; the hall surrounding to the tournament arena was as packed as Shibuya station during rush hour. It was hard not to bump into anyone by accident.

  “Well, the most important thing is that we go to our boxes the six of us together, and for this we need my father with us,” Yuki said. “Please don’t go away, we’ll be back shortly. And don’t worry if the bells ring, it’s not a real problem to be late.”

  “Not a problem, but not proper at all,” Honda grumbled, obviously annoyed by his father-in-law’s lack of exactitude. “It’s already twenty to nine. Let’s go now, Yuki san, we don’t have much time. Gabriella san, don’t leave Lana san alone,” he added with a pointed look that left no place for discussion.

  “Hm, of course not, Sensei,” Gabriella replied with narrowed eyes, not bothering to hide her annoyance. She returned his glare with one of her own. “With a crowd like this…”

  This time Lana sighed and pulled on the brunette’s sleeve to break off the staring contest. Things had yet to cool down between those two. Yuki’s side glance at her husband showed she wasn’t oblivious to the tension, although everyone tried to downplay it. Essentially for her sake.

  “Do you have to play this pissing game with him? I thought we agreed you would behave, cara mia,” Lana hissed once the two wome
n were alone.

  “Sorry, but not sorry. As far as I am concerned, he can shove his bossy behavior somewhere else. There were other ways to ask me, but of course he had to do it like that. I’m pretty sure it was to remind me of his place in your life. If you and Yuki san choose to go along with it, that’s fine, I guess you get plenty of compensation, but he can’t play that game with me.”

  “Well, there’s a good chance Yuki sama is giving him an earful right now. But it will be tense enough when Nakazawa shows up, so let’s try to not light up brush fires everywhere, please?”

  Gabriella let out an exaggerated sigh, but then her face lit up. “Yoshiro! Yoshiro san, over here! Oh, thank you so much for this darling, and my apologies for the bother, you should have dropped it…”

  Yoshiro gave her a beaming smile, and Lana was once more struck by the obvious affection pouring between the two of them.

  She deserves this so much… Don’t blow it Yoshiro, or I’ll rip your head off!

  “Don’t mention it. Are we waiting for something here?”

  “Yes, Nakazawa sama,” Lana said, making sure to use the proper honorifics with him. Anything else would sound callous. Like she always did now, her eyes wandered on their own to check the crowd while she continued talking. “Everyone will be here in a couple of minutes and—”

  Shit!

  She stopped mid-sentence when her stare met the incredulous eyes of her boss Richard who stood a mere five meters away from her group.

  For a fleeting second, they froze, unsure of how to proceed. The instant feeling of unease had nothing to do with stumbling upon each other outside work. It was the identity of the two people flanking him. They ended up exchanging curt nods acknowledging each other as well as the impossible situation allowed them to.

  Right, don’t make me speak to that world-class asshole, Richard, be a good boy, move along…