Kotori's Sacrifice

by Dakota Trace

  “No, Father,” she cried out. He had no place in this. She had to prove to Sir she could do this. She must not give into her father’s influence yet again.

  “Stay with us, Akira.” Eric’s voice came from far away, but his sharp jerk on the nipple chain cut through her father’s image like a hot knife through butter.

  “Don’t let him win. Nothing you’re doing here is wrong. Your father has no place in our pleasure.” Seba’s voice grounded her, brought her back to the moment.

  Pain radiated from her nipples. She groaned, her eyes opening to focus on Eric’s face. He isn’t my Master, he shouldn’t care one way or another if I let go. She glanced away.

  “No.” The harsh bark from Seba, followed by a harder, stronger blow to her already warmed ass had her jerking in both surprise and pain.

  “Sir’s mad,” she murmured in distress.

  “No, he’s not mad, sweetheart. At least, not at you.” Eric cradled her cheek with his free hand. “He’s angry at whatever is keeping you from taking what you need. Let it go.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered, beyond mere fear that no matter how much she wanted what the men offered her, the potent, compelling conditioning her father had instilled in her from birth would never let her find the ultimate release.

  “Yes, you can.” Eric looked into her eyes. “Focus on the lash. How does it feel?”

  She blinked at him. “Like the wind coming off Lake Michigan during a thunderstorm. Sharp, almost pelleting, but breathtaking at the same time.” She groaned when the lash found the side of her breast. “The sharp, crisp, edge of pain is followed by warmth—pleasure that bursts over me like the soothing jets of a whirlpool.”

  “Good,” Seba said. “Remember that. Imagine standing on Navy Pier before a storm, seeing the clouds roll in and the exhilaration you feel…. Go there any time your father tries to butt into something which is none of his business.”

  She groaned again as Eric tugged on the chain, adding another layer of sensation. It pushed her until she floated, tethered only to the Doms working so hard to push her into subspace.

  Good girls don’t let men tie them to crosses and whip them in public for their sexual edification. You’re a disgrace to the Ito name.

  She cried out in frustration. Tears washed down her cheeks. She couldn’t do it. “No….”

  “We got to switch.” Eric raked a hand through his hair. “She’s so close, but she needs an extra shove. She needs you.”

  “Fuck.” Seba handed his whip to the other man. “Ever handle one of these before?”

  Eric took it. “Yes, quite often. My wife enjoyed the bite.”

  “Good. Keep it at a steady pace…but avoid her shoulders. I’ve already given them quite a workout.”

  “No problem.” He grabbed Seba’s arm. “Just don’t let her retreat. We’ve worked so hard—”

  “I won’t. She finally gave me the key to her reticence. Her father.” Seba moved to the front of the cross. It suddenly made sense. Akira had said her upbringing had been strict. But the idea she’d let it influence her to the point she couldn’t let go, pissed him off.

  Moving so he stood in front of her, he grasped the chain. “Look at me, kotori.”

  Her dazed eyes landed on him. “Sir?”

  “Focus on me.” He yanked on the chain, pulling her nipples out instead of up. “Repeat after me…my father is a bastard and has no place in Sir’s and my pleasure.”

  “My…father…is—”

  Eric lashed her buttocks, and she jerked.

  “Finish it.” His tone was harsh, but he didn’t care.

  “Is...a bastard…and has….”—she winced when he gave her nipples another tug—“has no place in…Sir’s and…my pleasure….” Tears sparkled on her lashes.

  “Again,” he ordered.

  She mumbled the words, her gaze losing some of its sharpness.

  “Again.” He leaned in, his face only inches from hers.

  “My father is a…bastard…and has…no place in Sir’s...and my pleasure.” Her response strong despite its dreaminess.

  “Good girl. Now, let go for me. I’ll catch you.”

  “You will?” The hesitancy in her voice about killed him.

  “Yes, and when I do, I’ll eat your pussy for hours.”

  Her tongue darted out. “Want the other….” she mumbled.

  “Other?” He cupped her chin.

  “My ass…I need you to fuck…it…please, Sir. I’ve been good.” With a cry, she slumped forward.

  His cock nearly exploded. “Son of a bitch.”

  Akira was floating along when the thuds of the whip stopped, replaced instead by the warmth of her Sir’s body. She gave a soft mewl of pleasure as he toyed with the plug in her ass.

  “That’s it. Fly high for me, kotori.” The hard edge to his voice broke through the lovely peace she’d found.

  “Wha…?” she mumbled.

  “Shh, everything is all right. Don’t tense. I want to feel that pliant pussy around my cock.”

  Her Sir’s raw need and the thick erection wedged against her sore ass tugged her back to reality.

  “She’s coming back to us.” Eric’s voice seemed loud.

  She opened her eyes. “Wow.”

  “Wow is right.” Eric rubbed his hand over the tented crotch of his trousers. “I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed a sub fly so high. You’re damned lucky your master has a rule about you fucking others. I’m so damned hard I could split wood.”

  She licked her lips. “Let me see, Master Eric?”

  “Go ahead. Let her see.” Seba lifted one of her now freed legs and thrust his condom-sheathed cock deep inside her pussy, stretching her.

  Pleasure threatened to sweep her away. But she wanted what he’d promised…his cock in her ass. “Sir!”

  “Relax, Akira. Watch Master Eric. See how he’s stroking his cock? You did that. You made him hard.”

  She moaned as Eric wrapped his fist around the thick length of his dick, before measuring the length of it from its ruddy tip to the soft blond pubes at its base. “Oh God. It’s huge.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Eric croaked out. “Fuck…I ache.” A rueful smile crossed his face. “It won’t take long.”

  “Hold off, at least until I get in her ass.”

  She cried out when he withdrew from her pussy. Then his fingers plucked the plug out of her ass. She felt so empty! But not for long. She pressed back to meet the broad tip of Seba’s lubed cock. She tried to relax so it could push past the slight resistance at her anal ring.

  “Sir!” She tossed her head back.

  “Fucking tight.” His fingers dug into her hips, steadying her. “You can come whenever you want—often as you want, kotori. In fact, the crowd would be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

  The reminder of their curious, interested audience registered as he snapped his hips, each thrust jarring her forward. She squealed at the sheer eroticism of it all. She didn’t know what pushed her higher: her Sir fucking her ass, Master Eric jerking off, or the approval given by the presence of others. She cried out. Her first orgasm raced toward her.

  “Shit…gonna come.” A grimace creased Eric’s face.

  “Come on me,” she begged.

  “Fuck yeah.” Stepping forward and to the side, he let go with a roar, his seed coating the left side of her body.

  With each drop that hit her, the coil inside her tightened. Then Sir plunged his fingers into her sopping pussy, filling her with three while his palm rotated against her clit. She came on a scream.

  “Good girl,” Seba gritted out between clenched teeth as his own release wracked his body.

  As she floated back down from her orgasm, Akira mourned the absence of his seed. If this was to be her only time with Seba, she wanted to be marked in an elemental way. A lone tear escaped to roll down her cheek when he withdrew from her body.

  “Shhh, don’t cry. Everything is all right.” Seba freed her from the cros
s, cradling her against his chest. “Can you clean up then bring my toys to the aftercare room, Eric?” He scooped her up and carried her down the steps.

  Epilogue

  “Sir!” The plea escaped Akira’s throat as Seba lashed at her clit with his tongue. Back at the Castillo Hotel and Resort, Seba seemed determined to drive her insane with pleasure. With her hands tied to the headboard, she could do nothing but plead with him. Sprawled on his stomach between her thighs, he feasted on her pussy. It all seemed surreal. She’d expected at best to curl up in his arms before sleeping, or, at worst, a good-bye kiss from him at her door before he returned to his own room. Her fantasies did not include this devouring. Nothing had prepared her for the pleasurable torture raining down on her tender sex.

  “Mmmm,” he mumbled, slipping a finger in her pussy and another in her ass.

  She screamed, as she convulsed once more. Riding out the pleasure, she became aware of Seba scrambling to his knees between her wide-spread thighs.

  “Mine.” His fierce expression, his lips coated with her juices, as he cupped her ass in his hands, left little room for doubt. He joined their bodies with a single hard thrust.

  The pleasure, which had been ebbing away, returned twofold, battering her. So intense, it scared her, and she began to struggle against her bonds. But her Sir’s hoarse but firm voice cut through her panic.

  “Relax into it.” He gave a languid twist of his hips. “I’ve got you.”

  She whimpered, but obeyed.

  “Good girl. You deserve a reward.” His hand slipped between their bodies.

  “No….” Her protest ended in a groan when his thumb found her clit. Pleasure swamped her once more.

  “Fuck yeah! Come all over my cock.” A bead of sweat coursed down the side of his face. He hooked her legs over the crooks of his arms and covered her body with his, thrusting slowly and impossibly deep. “Prove you’re mine, Akira.”

  With a shattered cry, she slipped over the edge of subspace.

  ***

  The next morning, Seba woke alone. Patting the bed next to him, he frowned. Where had she gone? Fear coursed through him. She’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I let her go. Sometime between their third and fourth loving, he’d realized he’d be a fool if he gave up the little submissive who held his heart in her small hands.

  “Akira!” He pushed back the blankets and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  She appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but the translucent peach robe and carrying a tray of steaming food.

  “Morning, Sir.” Her cheeks flushed, she approached the bed. “If you’ll sit back….” She held up the tray. After arranging himself against the headboard, she set the tray across his lap. “Breakfast is served.” She lifted the lids off the dishes. The savory aromas of biscuits and sausage gravy teased his nose.

  His stomach grumbled, and Akira giggled. “Eat. I’m going to shower.”

  He wanted to protest, but she disappeared into the bathroom. Deciding he’d have plenty of time to discuss her collaring when she came out, he dug into the delicious food.

  He was wiping his mouth with his napkin when the door reopened, and Akira walked out in a pair of distressed jeans and a pretty coral sweater with her magenta-dyed hair piled on top of her head. She even had her shoes on.

  “Why did you get dressed? I thought we could spend the day exploring each other in bed.”

  A sad look crossed her face. “Let’s not make this any harder than it needs to be, Sir. You gave me a memorable night, but it’s over.”

  He shoved the tray off his lap, uncaring if the dirty dishes spilled on the bedding. “What do you mean it’s over?”

  “Our agreement was for last night alone. I didn’t expect to share your bed, so I thank you for the gift. However, as magnificent as it was, I need to go home. Master Randy is waiting for my answer.”

  “What answer?” He surged off the bed.

  Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. “About whether or not I want to be his submissive.”

  “Then you have a problem. You’re my submissive.” He jerked her against him.

  “I was, but you un-collared me.” She pulled away from him. “So it’s time to let me go, Sir.”

  “Hell fucking no.” Desperation started to creep up on him. He’d never expected her to walk away from him. Not after all she went through to get back with him.

  “You have to.” She looked up at him. “While last night was phenomenal, I can’t continue to give you everything when I know I’m nothing more than a pleasurable pastime.” She pressed her hand against his chest. “My heart can’t take it.”

  Seeing an opening, he lunged at it. “Good, because mine can’t take seeing you with another man.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you, Akira.”

  “You do?” Hope filled her voice.

  “Of course. Like a thief in the night, you stole my heart the first time you offered yourself to me. Why else do you think I went on that damned date? I couldn’t go to my club because I couldn’t bear to see you with another, nor could I find pleasure with another submissive if you were there.”

  She gave a watery chuckle. “Do you know how hard it was to scene with Randy?” She pressed her face against his chest. “I did even worse with him than I did with you…and this time, it wasn’t because my father’s damned morals kept creeping in.” She brushed a kiss over his heart. “He could never be you.”

  “Of course he can’t be.” He tipped her head up. “Stay with me. I didn’t bring your collar with me, but it’s at home—just waiting for you.”

  “If you’re sure?” Tears sparkled on her lashes, but she grinned up at him.

  “I’m more than sure.” He lifted her off her feet. “In fact, I’ll prove it right now.” He tossed her on the bed then crawled on top of her. Her long hair came loose and splayed over the pillow in shining waves. “I wonder how many times I can make you come before I remove all of your clothing.”

  She giggled, tugging him down into her arms. “I’m sure we’ll find out, Sensei.”

  “Damned straight.” He growled, nosing aside her hair and nibbling her neck. “And after that, you’re going to call Venus and tell her Madame Eve has struck again. Tell her she and my brother are to spread the word you’re taken. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sensei.”

  ~A Letter from Dakota~

  Since I submitted my first book for the 1NS series two years ago, the line has held a special place in my heart. And with this book, Kotori’s Sacrifice, I’ve found a small piece of my soul as I explored her character and the lengths Kotori was willing to go to reclaim Seba. After all, not every woman would dress up as her man’s favorite manga character just to persuade him to give her a second chance. I hope you enjoy reading Kotori’s Sacrifice as much as I did writing it.

  www.dakotatrace.net

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