by Dark Angel
Our first course is finally set in front of us. It’s a huge, steaming bowl with noodles, meat, various vegetables, and a few other things.
Xane nods at me to dig in before doing so himself. He expertly pulls up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, then he gulps them all down with a graceful slurp.
“That’s how you show you like your soup,” Killian explains. I must have more of a shocked look on my face than I thought; he’s staring at me like he’s trying to hold back a laugh.
I hide my blushing in the steam rising from my bowl. I fumble with the chopsticks a little, but I go for the first thing I’m familiar with: a hardboiled egg floating on top of the noodles.
It’s unlike any egg I’ve tried in America. The yolk is soft and almost wet still, and the white has soaked in some of the soup broth, giving it a salty taste.
I can’t help but dig into the rest of it. It’s incredible. The noodles are firm, but have a nice give to them; the meat is soft and just a little fatty; and the vegetables are perfectly paired with everything to give an incredible variety of textures.
“Oh my gosh,” I say between mouthfuls. “This is absolutely incredible! What is this?”
“It’s just ramen,” Xane says, his bowl already finished.
“Ramen? Seriously? This is nothing like the quarter packs I get from the store!” I say, staring at my bowl in complete disbelief.
“Welcome to Japan,” Killian grins between bites.
Once we finish our bowls, a full new set of plates is set before us. Now I’ve had basic sushi before, but what I’m looking at is nothing like I could have ever imagined. In front of me is a beautiful rainbow of colored fish, some with wrappings or sauces, others specked with what I at least recognize as caviar, and even more fanned out in a beautiful array at the side of the plate.
“Wow…” I gasp, the only thing I’m even able to formulate enough in my mind to say.
Xane goes through each, naming off the various fish, sauces, and toppings, but his words are all a blur to me.
“So these are…raw, right?” I finally say.
“Well, yeah,” Killian says, already sampling through the pieces on his plate.
I’ve never had raw fish. The only sushi I’ve had was a basic California roll; I’ve always been too nervous to try the raw stuff.
“Try it,” Xane says firmly.
His words roll through me, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never had someone be so commanding. My body obeys his command before I can even fully register what he said, and I pop an orange piece on top of a bit of rice into my mouth.
The flavor explodes in my mouth. It’s soft and not fishy at all. The rice has a gentle sweetness, and I notice a slight kick from something I didn’t see before. I recognize it as a bit of wasabi; it must have been between the fish and the rice.
I try every piece in front of me with renewed vigor and no hesitation whatsoever. Xane and Killian watch on with small laughs of amusement, but I don’t care. This is amazing!
As we finish, Xane settles the check with a rather large stack of Japanese bills. It looks like much more than even an incredibly nice restaurant would normally cost for three people, but I can’t necessarily be sure since I’m entirely unfamiliar with the currency.
As we get into the limo again, which pulled up and was waiting exactly as we exited the restaurant, something dawns on me: I only had that experience because of Xane’s orders.
Is this the life I’d live by submitting to orders?
Chapter 16
Xane
It’s not often I take a woman here. The last one I brought was an absolutely airhead, and she ended up saying some incredibly rude and disrespectful things to my staff.
They don’t speak English, so it didn’t faze them. But that sort of thing doesn’t stand with me. She was on a plane out of the country within the hour.
Girls like that are always disappointing. Nicole though…she’s different.
She’s not only gorgeous but also intelligent. She can hold a conversation, and she understands the world of business. She gets what holds it all together.
Unfortunately for her, in this business, she doesn’t understand one key thing: structure doesn’t always define everything. Sure, it’s great in the office, but there should always be a balance.
You need to learn to let go, and, although I’m not going to get trashed at a tiki bar like some people, it’s still nice to put aside your worries and be calm.
That’s why I come here. I get to relax and listen to things I would usually never hear—like the simple, serene silence, which I never get at the office or at a friend’s place.
Then, I remember that after the past few days, Julia seems much calmer, more collected. Less in her head. It’s really pleasant to see, and I think this is the perfect place for her.
“Through here, please,” I say to Julia. “I have a very special experience set up for you.”
“It’s not another deep tissue massage, is it? I can only handle so much of that!” she says.
“Not quite. It’s a massage, sure, but…different,” I say as I come up behind her.
I slowly pull off each article of her clothing, one by one.
“Nobody…is coming in, are they?” she asks, nervous, but her whole body is flushed from my touch.
“Everyone here is very professional. You have nothing to worry about,” I reassure her as I remove her bra. “This is simply one part of the process. Both for the spa and for being with us guys.”
Just as I finish the sentence, a woman walks in. She smiles reassuringly at Julia after noticing her trepidation and helps her onto the massage table. Then, she arranges Julia’s limbs.
First, she gives Julia a light relaxation massage to get her blood flowing, then she opens a nearby drawer and pulls out a large intricately designed bowl filled to the brim with steaming water.
Floating on the surface of the water are gorgeous white flowers surrounded by other aromatics. Sitting at the bottom are deep black stones.
The masseuse sets the bowl on a nearby table and dips her hand into the water gracefully.
The fragrance of lavender, mint, and lemongrass fills the room as she breaks the tension of the water. Both Killian and I feel the relaxing effects of the scents ourselves, and we aren’t even the focus of everything.
“Atsui,” the attendant says as a warning, though she recognizes that Julia doesn’t know any Japanese.
“She says it’s going to be hot,” I say as she sets the first stone onto Julia’s shoulder.
“Oh! A little bit of an earlier warning would have been appreciated!” Julia exclaims with a flinch. “That’s…that’s really nice, actually.”
I see the effects of the warmth of a single stone spreading across her whole body. With every new stone, she tenses up at the heat for a moment before looking like she could melt over the table.
Eight obsidian stones are now laid over her body. As soon they cool down, the masseuse replaces each stone with fresh, hot ones in the same order she put them down. She repeats this for three full cycles of hot stones before removing them and giving Julia a final relaxing rubdown.
“Oh, wow, this place is crazy,” Julia says. “Everything is so serene, and so…how do you even describe it all? It’s so different!”
“There’s still more to be shown, you know,” I remind her. “The best is yet to come.”
I turn to speak with the masseuse as Killian pulls a silk robe out of a nearby closet for each of us. He drapes it around Julia in a way that shows off as much of her legs as possible.
As he ties it around her, his hands begin to wander, smoothing out the robe at first, but then he quickly moves to blatantly fondling her.
“There’s a time and place for everything, Killian,” I admonish.
“Yeah, yeah, but you can’t blame me,” he says, smirking at me as he pats her ass.
We’re led through to the back of the spa and up to a doorway with an elegant silk draping.
The attendant parts it for us, letting us out into a lavish natural hot spring.
There’s a gigantic natural stone pool with a waterfall that cascades from around a bend. Everything here is entirely natural, including the pool, and the construction of the entire facility was structured around this very spring.
“Wow…I’ve been saying that a lot, but will this country ever stop impressing me?” Julia wonders aloud.
I simply smile in response as I walk to the edge of the pool, drop my robe, and descend into the hot water, completely nude.
Killian begins to follow suit when Julia pipes up with an embarrassed note in her voice.
“We’re going to be naked outside? In an open spa? H-here?” she stammers.
“Well, yes,” I say calmly. “No one else will be joining us. I’ve reserved more than enough time for us to enjoy ourselves.”
“Still, outside…”
“Julia, get in,” I say firmly. “That robe won’t hold up to the hot water, so nude is your only choice.”
She slowly strips the silk robe and sets it on top of Killian’s and mine. Her beautiful body is entirely flush with embarrassment. I take my time staring at her, appreciating the fantastic sight.
She walks over hesitantly and dips her foot into the spring water.
“Oh, wow, it’s really hot!” she says as she finally sinks down between Killian and me.
“It’s actually a completely natural formation as well,” I begin. “The islands of Japan are actually a series of almost seven thousand islands, with four primary islands that most of the population lives on. They were formed due to plate pressure millions of years ago, unlike island chains like Hawaii that were formed by volcanic activity. That’s not to say that there are no volcanoes, though, which is where the hot springs come from as well. There are over a hundred volcanoes across the island cha—”
“Time and place, Xane,” Killian interjects.
“What? No, that was all really interesting!” Julia says.
Such a sweet girl. I love that she appreciates the finer things.
“No, he’s right, actually,” I say with a soft chuckle. “Right now is the time for quiet and relaxation.”
We listen to the sounds of the water and the nature around us, soaking in the seemingly eternal heat and enjoying the surroundings. This has always been my most favorite place to relax.
After a time, I finally stand up and get out of the water.
“It’s time to move on to our room,” I say simply as I extend a hand to Julia. “Let me help you up. You might be a little lightheaded from the heat.”
After she stands up, I wrap the robe around her and stare into her eyes.
“An artist’s inspiration, for sure,” I say. “Both poets and painters alike would be inspired by a muse like yourself. I have an art of my own, but it’s almost a shame it won’t get to utilize those sweet gems of yours.”
She bites her lip, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
“Gem,” I say again.
“I’m sorry?” she responds, confused.
“I will call you Gem, in honor of your eyes and your beauty. Now, shall we retire?”
I think about the things I have waiting for her in our room, and a lewd switch turns on inside me. I have very big plans for this lovely girl.
Chapter 17
Xane
My dick is rock fucking hard.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that I will be introducing Julia to something mind-blowing today. There’s even less doubt that she’s going to love it.
I plan on showing Killian what he’s been missing, too. Today is the first time I will allow another man to join in on my Shibari sessions. Not many understand the ancient art of rope-tying, suspension, and bondage.
Once done, the massage therapist nods to me, slipping quietly from the room. The level of respect given here is why I chose Japan as the location for my spa. It mirrors what I expect in my own business, and it’s not something I need to drill into employees here.
I’ve spent the last hour watching the girl I want relaxing at the hands of another. It’s now time for her to understand why.
Other than the soft sounds of a flute coming through the surround sound, the room is quiet, so much so that I can hear both Julia and Killian breathing.
“The art of Shibari has been practiced in Japan since the 1600s,” I begin.
I glance at the small table in the corner. On it are the equipment we’ll be needing for the session. For now, all I need is soft nylon rope.
Julia lifts her head from the table, looking around, confused.
“What do you mean? Shibari? I don’t understand,” she says with a frown and furrowed brows.
I laugh quietly. “I’m sure you’ve noticed the pictures on my office wall. I have a very distinct taste.”
I unbind a red rope, pulling it through my fingers to examine it. I need to be sure there are no broken fibers. I will make sure that my Gem will never be in actual danger—not while she’s in my care.
“I have practiced rope-tying for many years, and, today, you will find out why. Plus, Killian has expressed an interest.”
Many things in this room have so far gone unnoticed, such as the hooks from the ceiling. I will explain those soon, but I don’t want to overwhelm Julia.
Killian approaches her and places a hand on her back, slowly stroking her oiled flesh.
“I have. I want to see this,” Killian says.
When the ropes are ready, I need to get Julia in the right state of mind. Her body is relaxed and limber, both essential for what is about to happen.
“Sit up on the edge of the table. Allow your legs to dangle over the side,” I command, my voice deepening with authority.
My cock is rock hard as I watch her sit on the side. Her body has me aching to fuck every hole she has. I know how good this woman is, and I ache to plunge inside her. Thankfully, I have good self-control.
“Good girl!” Killian says.
“We will do a basic Hojojutsu bind on her,” I say, my attention not on Julia, but on the rope I will use on her.
Neither Julia nor Killian know what I’m talking about, but they will hopefully recognize it from the pictures on my office wall.
Around her slender waist, I wrap, knot, wrap, and knot again. The ropes go around four times, each one knotted at her back. The way her body glistens with sweet oil makes my dick throb. Today is the first time my self-control is truly tested.
“Oh, my...” Julia moans.
I place my finger to her lips to silence her. She is not to speak now. This is a binding ritual of sorts, not only for her body, but for our minds and hearts as well.
Nodding, Julia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before going silent.
The bind now holds her arms behind her back. The rope runs intricately around her back and front to apply even pressure across every spot.
I’ve made sure not to use any force on her. Normally, I wouldn’t take such care, but this isn’t just any woman. She’s one that I treasure.
“Open your eyes, my Gem. I want you to see everything that’s happening to you. I promise nothing bad will happen. Not now, not ever.”
I place my hands on Julia’s hips, lifting her from the table to stand at the edge. I place a hand on her shoulder and motion for her to kneel.
“On your knees, my Gem,” I command.
With Killian on one side and I on the other, we help Julia to her knees.
Both Killian and I disrobe. We’ve both stripped down to nothing, staring at her fantastic beauty.
My hand strokes my cock slowly. I don’t want to be overly excited.
Killian steps up to Julia. He rubs the head of his cock on her cheek. Then suddenly, he slaps her face with it, the light smack echoing through the room.
A shining streak of pre-cum drips down her chin.
“Open your mouth,” Killian commands, and she obeys serenely.
Julia looks incredible like this—her body wrapp
ed tight in red binds, her mouth opening wide to take Killian. I find it intoxicating to watch.
I continue to stroke myself, watching as Julia stretches her mouth wide to take Killian. His cock is as large as the rest of ours, so when she struggles, I get even harder.
Julia clenches her bound hands tight. Her nails dig into her palms. Submission is beautiful.
Killian pulls out, the head of his cock dripping both saliva and pre-cum.
“Stick out your tongue, Julia,” he says, voice raspy.
Julia slides her tongue out as though she was getting her tonsils examined.
I groan at the sight.
Killian slaps the head of his cock on Julia’s tongue. A thin line of saliva keeps them connected.
I’ve watched long enough. I need just a moment to feel the warm confines of Julia’s mouth.
Being a man of complete control, I can sedate the beast inside me with one stroke.
Moving closer, I push my cock into her mouth. Palming the back of her head, I allow myself one thrust before withdrawing myself from her lips.
My 12-inch cock shimmers with Julia’s slobber. I exhale sharply as I withdraw—it’s harder than most would think to stop indulging
It’s complete torture doing so, but I like having self-control. Not many can do what I do, but that’s what makes me better than them.
I walk back to the edge of the room, letting myself paint this picture in my head.
Julia, the goddess whom I’ve come to crave, is on her knees, bound, and giving Killian a blowjob. Her beautiful lips are stretching wide to take the girth of his dick.
I pull a soft flogger from the drawer and stand behind her. I want to mark her flesh.
In soft feather strokes, I trail the flogging instrument across her ass. Then I pull back to give her a sharp swat.
Slap!
Julia’s eyes widen.
I bring the flogger to the front, applying light taps to her pussy lips. The moment I do, I realize how wet her cunt is.
A satisfied growl comes from deep within me. The beast inside me is pleased.
I slide the leather up and down her pussy lips, letting the material brush over her clit.
