by Sara Fields
Pain. Pleasure. Loss of control.
Everything came together at once and my world turned upside down. I drowned in pleasurable bliss and I absently wondered if I’d ever be able to fight my way back to the surface. I couldn’t think. I could only feel.
This was my life now. I knew without a doubt that Dominic had changed me on a deep and fundamental level. I’d never be the same again.
His movements were rough and, in some sense, cruel, but he was giving me exactly what I needed and what I so desperately wanted. Pressed down on my back, I could feel the plug inside me so much more than before and the painful ache only served to heighten my pleasure with every orgasm.
I knew I was going to be sore for a while after this, but I also knew that it would remind me of him with every step. That thought was as comforting as it was arousing, and I shuddered as another orgasm ravaged me from the inside out.
I snaked my arms around his neck and held onto him as he used me as roughly as he pleased. He groaned softly and the sound made my insides flutter with pleasure.
He reached in between us and used his thumb to circle my clit, forcing me to come again for him in the process. He knew I was sore, but he continued to make me come in spite of that and I soon wondered if I would survive being claimed so hard for so long.
I screamed. I cried. I moaned, but I came for him again and again because that’s what he demanded of me. I lost count of how many times, but it didn’t really matter.
I came so many times that it started to hurt.
Then he forced me to come again.
Pleasure and pain raced through my body and I soon lost sight of which was which. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Incredible sensation flittered over my skin and blazed hot inside me, so intense that I started to cry.
“Come one more time for me, little girl. Come hard all over my cock,” he demanded, and I sobbed as he wrenched that final orgasm from my body.
Agonizing ecstasy conquered me so utterly and completely. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my inner walls greedily gripped around his cock. He groaned again and I felt him throb inside me hard. His seed spurted up deep into my channel, marking me as his.
We came as one in that moment and it was the most powerful thing I had ever felt.
He pulled me into a kiss, his lips rough against mine.
Claiming. Consuming. Desperate.
I wanted him. I also knew that he wanted me badly too.
Chapter Seven
Dominic
She looked so beautiful beneath me, utterly ravaged by the pleasure I’d given her. It was clear that nothing existed outside her and me in that moment. She had forgotten the situation with her father completely, which had been my ultimate goal. Spent and very well satisfied, she would sleep soundly tonight and not worry over what was to come. Her pussy tightened around my cock and I growled in response.
“Keep that up, little girl, and you’ll get fucked again,” I warned her, but my voice was light, and the musical sound of her giggle lit up the room. She smiled up at me and her eyes sparkled. Her pussy clenched around me once again and I pistoned my hips hard into her tight entrance. She squeaked in surprise and she blushed when the wet sound echoed around us, evidence of her rampant arousal and my own seed marking her tight pussy.
“Tell me, little girl, is your clit sore?” I asked her. Her blush deepened in color and I smirked, enjoying her embarrassment and shame.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Is your pussy sore as well?” I pressed.
“It is, sir,” she answered. Again, her pussy fluttered around me and I slammed my cock into her roughly one more time.
“Is your bottom hole sore too?” I asked. If it wasn’t, I’d fuck that too.
“Yes, sir,” she whined. Her blush had taken over her cheeks, but even as she protested, I knew it aroused her. I could feel it every time her little pussy tightened around my cock.
“How many times did you come with your bottom plugged, little girl?” I whispered and she whimpered with shame.
“I’m not sure, sir,” she whispered, and she tried to look away. I caught her chin in my fingers and forced her to look up at me, which she very much enjoyed.
I’d have to manhandle her more.
“You came a great deal with a plug in that little bottom hole. How does that make you feel?” I smirked as she suffered beneath me, clearly very aroused despite all her protests.
“Naughty, sir,” she answered quietly, the pitch of her voice higher than usual.
“Good,” I said.
Her inner walls fluttered around my cock once more and I stared down at her as she squirmed, very clearly aware that she could hide nothing from me when I had my cock inside her in its rightful place. I very much wanted to fuck her again, but I would wait. There would be plenty of times where she would need me to remind her of her place in the future.
Brooke was a feisty woman who needed a man like me in her life. She might protest at first, but I knew what she needed. Her wet little pussy told me exactly what that was.
Rather reluctantly, I pulled myself free from her tight sheath. She whimpered a little and I watched as my seed dripped down her thigh. I enjoyed seeing my mark on her pale skin and I decided right then that it was going to stay that way.
She’d wash up in the morning, if I allowed her to that is.
“You will wear my seed to bed. You will also sleep naked. You will be allowed to dress when you wake, but you won’t be allowed any panties. Do you understand me?” I asked and she pouted a little.
“Keep it up, little girl, and I’ll punish that sassy mouth too,” I warned her, and she bit her lip before she opened her mouth again.
“I understand, sir,” she answered quickly. I grinned. I made her nervous. I liked that too.
“Come now. On your hands and knees. You were a good girl, so I will remove the plug,” I instructed. She moved slowly as she obeyed, likely sore from being used so hard so very thoroughly for the last two days. Gently, I traced my fingers along the side of her thigh, and she shivered.
Fuck. I don’t know what it was about this girl, but I couldn’t keep my hands from her, and I didn’t want to. I wanted to touch her all the time. Hell, I wanted to throw her back down on the couch and fuck her until she begged me for mercy and then I’d only fuck her even harder.
As she climbed up on her hands and knees, the blue jewel peeked out from between her bottom cheeks. It was a delightful sight that made my cock hard immediately even though I’d come once already. I ignored it and instead reached for the plug. I removed it gently although she still gasped, probably still quite sore from having it in for some time. I’d chosen the size knowing it would hurt to insert and to take it out. I’d done that because I knew it made her wet.
I rested the tip of my finger on top of her bottom hole, a silent reminder that I could touch her there whenever I wanted. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she tried to hide it, but she couldn’t. I’d heard it. Even though it shamed her, she liked it. It turned her on.
She was such a delightful little package. I was glad that she’d walked right through my door and straight into my clutches.
I put the plug to the side on a nearby table and lifted her from the couch, placing her back in her oversized seat. I ensured it was in the bed position and tucked her underneath a thick fleece blanket so that she wouldn’t be cold. In seconds, her eyes had fluttered closed and her breathing had slowed.
“Sleep well, little girl,” I whispered.
She was exhausted. She’d sleep for quite a while; I was sure of it.
We had a way to go to arrive in Tokyo and I wanted to get some work done in the meantime. I retrieved my laptop and turned it back on, returning to the sealed FBI files that had been delivered to me not long ago. I perused each one, learning as much as I could about each Yakuza member that I was likely to encounter while we stayed in Japan.
I read Shinobu’s file first because I was quite certain that h
e was the sole reason Seth had been taken in the first place. He was the kingpin of the largest mafia family in Japan and that made him dangerous. The file detailed a couple of criminal cases that were a matter of public record but there were a number of others that appeared to have been either dropped and erased from the dockets, likely a result of bribery or coercion on the right people at the right time. In the seventies, he was convicted of killing a rival mob boss with a katana and ended up only serving a thirteen-year sentence. In 2005, he was convicted of a gun possession charge in which he spent six more years in prison. His Yakuza family hadn’t faltered in his time away though. In fact, it had flourished. Those were the two that were actually public. There were several others that had been swept under the table. Quiet murders that appeared to be suicides. Missing persons cases. Firearms and drug trafficking allegations. Money laundering claims. The list was long, and I skimmed a lot of it because it was exactly as I had suspected him to be involved in.
But he wasn’t all bad. In 2011, he and the other Japanese families had come together after the Tohoku earthquake and supplied hundreds of trucks filled with food, blankets, and water. They opened their offices to refugees and gave them places to stay in order to survive the natural disaster. He lived by a code of honor, as did all the large Yakuza families. He believed in duty to his country and justice above all else, which included caring for the people that he helped to protect.
Shinobu’s second in command, Kiyoshi Takayama, had spent time in prison for the murder of the rival mob boss as well, although he only spent four years in prison. He’d been arrested again several years ago for extortion and he was currently serving time in prison for that, but that didn’t stop his influence in the Yamaguchi family. Not in the slightest.
From what I could gather, he’d bribed the guards as was as the prison warden to allow him conjugal visits with his wife as well as trips outside the prison walls. His role in the mob was still very much alive, but the amount of heat on him had dwindled since his conviction. This allowed him much more freedom to conduct the business he needed. There were images of him entering the same building as Shinobu, but never together. They always entered separately at vastly different times in order to alleviate any potential suspicion, but they were definitely meeting to continue running the family together.
There were other family member files that I perused, but none of them held my interest for particularly long as I wasn’t sure if I’d actually encounter them. I ensured that I studied each face though, in case I did happen to run into them while I was in Tokyo.
I didn’t have to prepare myself much for my first meeting due to the fact that it had been set up with Kiyota, the kingpin of the Inagawa family. I was already familiar with him and he owed me a favor that I aimed to collect. I’d told him that I would come asking one day and now that day was here.
Kiyota was an ally of Shinobu’s, and I planned to ask him to broker a meeting between the two of us. I was going to get to the bottom of Seth Mikaels’ disappearance, and I would do whatever I needed to in order to do it.
Even if that meant taking down Shinobu and the Yamaguchi family myself.
Chapter Eight
Brooke
When I woke the next morning, the plane had just begun its descent. I dressed myself according to Dominic’s instructions, wearing only the pretty lace bra as well as the dress he had given me. I picked up the matching panties off of the floor and lifted my eyes to meet his. He held out his hand and I fidgeted nervously for a moment before walking over to meet him. Rather tentatively, I placed the thin piece of fabric into his waiting palm. He calmly put them in his pocket and continued packing up his things.
I stood there, feeling quite lost, until he lifted his gaze to meet mine once more. As if he sensed my apprehension, he smiled gently.
“Pull your shoulders back. Stand up straight. Show me the badass I know is in that beautiful little body, little girl. Be strong for me because it’s time to show these Japanese mobsters who the real boss is, isn’t that right, Brooke?” he said firmly and with every word, I could feel my confidence building. I found myself smiling before I knew it.
“Yes, sir,” I replied. He grinned in response and my smile only grew wider.
“Please take your seats. We will be landing within the next five minutes,” a male voice said over the loudspeaker. It was the first person I’d heard speak since we’d left New York so many hours before. It was almost strange actually, since it had just been me and Dominic for so long. I heard the landing gear engage beneath my feet and it broke me from my thoughts. I strode back to the massive seat and put on my seatbelt. I looked out the small window at the enormous city beneath us and wondered what it would be like.
There were an incredible number of tall skyscrapers and buildings and even from so high up, I could see a great number of people walking on the streets. As it was one of the most populated cities in the world, I knew that visiting Tokyo was going to be an adventure and that wasn’t even considering the fact that I was here to meet with members of one of the richest mafias in the world.
For a long time, I’d enjoyed incorporating Japanese fashion into my own wardrobe, be it kimono-inspired pieces or sophisticated elegant dresses designed by some of the most respected designers that were based out of the ancient Asian country. It had been a place that I’d always meant to travel to, but never had the time or the excuse to make my way across the world to visit.
The plane landed very smoothly and in no time at all, we’d taken our things and exited down a short flight of stairs onto the airstrip below. We’d arrived at a small private runway close to the city, which was apparently much closer to Tokyo than the main international airport was. There was an elegant black limo waiting for us and Dominic took my arm in his.
“Courtesy of Kiyota,” he said softly, and I nodded.
I felt powerful by his side, but I’d worked hard to get here. I reminded myself that I was strong enough to run my father’s company all on my own, that I was intelligent and had proven myself time and time again all throughout my life. The Japanese mob wasn’t going to ruin any of that, and I was going to use my talents to find out where my father had been taken. I was going to get him back, no matter what I had to do.
The two of us climbed into the car together and it pulled off the runway and onto the public streets. I gazed out the window, watching as we drove by adorable women dressed in maid costumes, others in extremely colorful outfits, and still several more dress in anime-inspired ensembles. The fashion here was so incredibly different. Japanese characters marked each building, whether it be a restaurant or a bar or a retail store. There wasn’t even a single piece of trash littering the streets. It felt so very clean.
Tokyo felt so different from New York to me at that moment.
We were in the car for maybe twenty minutes before we pulled up in front of a hotel whose name I couldn’t even attempt to pronounce. After that, we were led in through a private entrance through the back to a very rich-looking elevator that took us straight to the top floor penthouse. We didn’t even have to check in. There was a chef waiting to prepare us breakfast, whether we preferred a western-style meal or a Japanese one. We both chose to dine in the tradition of the country we were in, so we sat down and relaxed while he cooked.
“After breakfast, I want you to enjoy one of the many luxurious bathrooms in the suite. You may shower or take a bath, whichever you prefer. Kiyota plans to arrive for dinner, where the hotel will serve us sushi and sake. He also plans to bring his wife, who I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting before. He’s told me that her name is Chiyo,” Dominic said, and I nodded.
Obeying him wouldn’t be hard. I really wanted to shower. Not only did I feel the effects from being on an airplane for so long, but I could also still feel his dried seed on my thighs. It felt both shameful and soothing to be marked by him in such a way even though only the two of us knew that it was there.
The chef made a dish for us with white rice,
eggs, fried pork, soybeans, and a number of colorful vegetables. There was also fresh fruit and fried fish for us to enjoy too. I plated some of each and ate a small meal, which Dominic enjoyed a much larger one. When I was done, I excused myself and explored the suite, finding at least five different bathrooms to choose from. In the end, I decided on the one with the biggest bathtub because it felt incredibly luxurious.
Black and white tiles covered the floor and gold panels covered the walls, complete with golden brown paper fans that appeared to be straight out of a history book. There was a sink on either side of the room and giant mirrors above each one, making a perfect his and her arrangement. In the very back of the room was a white bathtub surrounded in black tile. Above it was a dimmed light decorated with a beautiful cover made entirely of rice paper.
It was so beautiful and so elegantly done that I wanted to spend at least an hour soaking in it. I ran a bath and squeezed in a few oils that had the light scent of cherry blossoms. While it was filling, I took off my clothes. When I slipped my toes in the water, I groaned at its warm caress and slowly climbed the rest of the way into the deep fixture.
I laid my head back and settled in. When I was ready, I washed and conditioned my hair. After that, I cleansed my skin of the feeling of travel and of the remaining remnants of our coupling. I ended up spending about two hours in there until the water grew cold. I grabbed one of the very soft towels and wrapped it around myself before I stepped out and walked into the attached bedroom, which was one of four. On the bed was a new outfit, laid out with a pair of heels and a very pretty red set of lingerie to wear underneath.
The dress was a dark rose color with three-quarter sleeves. I pulled it over my head and tied the waistband loosely around my stomach. The end of the garment fell to my knees and the bust fit loosely. I looked in the mirror and appreciated both the elegant and feminine nature of it. The door opened and Dominic walked inside. In his hands were two mugs.
