by Sara Fields
I was only wearing a satin nightgown that hung to the middle of my thighs. I turned tentatively and walked out of the bathroom. I heard him follow behind me, his steps purposeful. After I reached the bedroom, I climbed up on the bed and hesitantly rose to my hands and knees.
His mug clinked on the nightstand as he set it down. I could feel the electric touch of his fingers against my skin as he lifted the hem of my nightgown, baring my nakedness to his view.
No matter how many times he looked at me, it always felt like the first time. I blushed and squirmed under his gaze, knowing he could see everything. There wasn’t anything I could hide from him. Not like this.
“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wet for me,” he observed, and I whimpered softly with arousal. His fingertip gently grazed up the back of my thigh and the breath rushed out of my lungs. Electricity buzzed across my skin just with that simple touch and I suddenly yearned for far more.
I knew he was right. I could feel my wetness on my inner thighs, knew that it coated the folds of my pussy. I knew that he could see every last drop of that slickness. I liked that he could.
He gripped my hips and lifted me off the bed. Carefully, he lowered me down so that I could put my feet on the floor.
“Spread your legs,” he demanded. I did, but I must have not opened them wide enough because he used his foot to kick them open even further.
He threw his towel onto the bed beside me and I knew he was naked.
“This is going to hurt, little girl, because I want to hear you cry out,” he said firmly.
The head of his cock pressed up against my entrance and he wasted no time as he thrusted into me as hard as he could. A momentary flare of pain at his enormous size left me trembling and whimpering as my body tried to get used to him. He didn’t give me time to cope though because he started fucking me hard and fast. It reminded me that I wasn’t in control anymore.
It hurt but at the same time, it felt incredibly good.
The feeling of his cock pumping in and out of my pussy as he claimed me as his was thoroughly intoxicating. I knew then that I would never be able to get enough of it. I was addicted to his cock and nothing was ever going to chase that feeling away.
“That’s it, little girl. I want to hear you,” he murmured, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as he pumped his hips into mine far harder than ever before. My inner walls clutched greedily at his length, taking every last inch because he was forcing me to take it. And because I wanted it.
I wanted it all.
His hips slammed into mine, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing around us, and I found myself blushing as I realized how much of that wetness was my own. I had been wet enough for him to take me in one smooth stroke and as much as that shamed me, that also turned me on. It made me want even more. It made me want to come.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
His fingers gripped my hips, digging into my skin, as he used my body as leverage to fuck my pussy even harder. I moaned quietly, the sound interrupted periodically by my whimpers of pain and ever building pleasure.
He fucked me until my pussy was sore and then he fucked it even harder. He fucked me until he was satisfied and then, and only then did he listen to my pleas for relief. With a growl, he released my hips and leaned over me, before grasping a generous handful of my hair at the base of my scalp. He pulled it hard, lifting me off the bed. His hips snapped hard into mine, causing my breasts to jiggle embarrassingly. I tried to use my hands to stop them, but he smacked my ass hard as a warning.
“Hands on your head. I want to see those pretty tits bounce as I fuck you,” he said, and I whined in shame. Quickly though, he wrenched me up by my hair and my entrance tightened hard around his length. I placed my fingers on my head, obeying him because I was nervous of what might happen next if I didn’t.
Pain and pleasure warred within me. I needed release.
“Please, sir. Please allow me to come,” I begged. My clit throbbed with need and just as it began to pulse with increased desperation, he reached around my hips and grazed it with just his fingertip. I groaned hotly and my pussy clenched hard around his cock.
“Should I let you come?” he asked.
“Please!” I begged. I said it over and over again. I sounded so needy and frantic with want that my cheeks flushed hotly with shame.
“Would you like to come all over my cock?” he questioned next and I whined forlornly in response. His fingertip teased my clit and it grew even more sensitive, as though it was responding to both his touch and his voice. He jerked his hips back and forth. He pulled my hair even harder and a fiery blossom of pain spread across my scalp, so intense that it almost brought tears to my eyes.
“Come for me,” he instructed, and my world burst apart in a brilliant display of pleasure that rendered me entirely senseless. Exquisite ecstasy forced my eyes to roll back in my head as I shuddered with my release. My nipples hardened and my clit pulsed under his fervent touch, again and again, as he dragged every ounce of pleasure out of my body that he could.
I screamed with it and I heard him groan behind me, which only heightened my release even further. He fucked me even harder and then I felt him begin to throb inside me.
I came for a second time that morning as the first tendrils of his seed spurted deep inside me. I moaned with pleasure, my hands still atop my head as he used my body for his own desires. My nipples throbbed as my tits bounced but as my orgasm arced through me, it no longer mattered.
I came so hard as his seed marked my pussy. I came even harder because it had.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dark and gritty. I moaned quietly and arched my back, which allowed him even deeper access to my pussy.
“Is your little pussy sore?” he asked next, a hint of danger and promise in his tone.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. It certainly was. There was no doubt in my mind that told me that he would have continued fucking me if I had said the opposite, which was both comforting and fear inducing at the same time.
“Good,” he said. Slowly, he pulled his cock from my aching pussy and I couldn’t help myself as I sighed softly in disappointment. My body was still pulsating from the effects of my orgasms and I leaned on the bed for support. He lifted his towel off the bed and cleaned off the remnants of our coupling. The fabric was soft, and he teased my clit through the cloth, which drove me wild with arousal since I was still so sensitive from before.
“Sir,” I pleaded, my voice rising with alarm.
“Who decides when and how many times you come, little girl?” he asked.
“You do, sir,” I wailed.
“Good. Now come for me again,” he ordered.
He constantly kept me on my toes and once I thought we were done, he wanted more from me. He demanded it.
My orgasm rushed to the surface, almost as if on his command. I couldn’t stop it even if I tried. The rush of pleasure was intense, a fiery blaze that burned hot and heavy the moment he’d instructed it forth. My core twisted with arousal, feeling the effects from his painful grip on my hair to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that were coursing through me as he rubbed my clit with the towel.
I came hard. For him. Because he had told me to.
I shattered hard, my passion cutting through me like a knife. I teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain, each one sharp and brutal, but I came even harder because of it. I trembled as he forced that orgasm from me and when it finally began to fade, I lay over the bed spent. He released my hair and let the towel fall to the floor.
He didn’t say anything, but I could feel his eyes on me, looking at my nakedness simply because he could. Enjoying the sight of me just because he wanted to. It was as sobering as it was arousing, and I found that I couldn’t get enough of it.
He didn’t rush me to move and when I was finally ready, I rolled over. He handed me what was left of my coffee and I took a grateful sip. I sighed and sat back against the headboard.
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“Do I have time to shower before we go, sir?” I asked and he nodded, lifting his own coffee to his lips. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
“Yes. Finish your coffee and take a nice hot shower. There will be a new outfit on the bed when you come out. Meet me out in the sitting room when you’re ready,” he said.
“Thank you, sir,” I answered quietly. I smiled after that, enjoying the residual effects of the orgasms I had just experienced under his expert hand. My heart thumped wildly in my chest and I took another sip of my coffee as I tried to calm its crazy beat.
He grinned back at me before he pulled on a pair of cotton boxers. Then he dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt. He pulled a red tie out of a drawer and quickly knotted it around his neck. With a quick turn, he winked in my direction before leaving the room, taking the rest of his coffee with him.
He’d be asleep by the time I was getting out of the shower.
In comfort, I finished my own mug and reached into my purse, pulling out my phone. There was a text message from Chiyo, telling me the location where Kai had agreed to meet me. I brought it with me into the bathroom and I placed it face down on the counter before I started the water in the rainforest-inspired shower.
I washed myself of the remnants of our coupling, brushing my fingers in between my legs over my sensitive flesh. I sucked in a breath at how delightfully sore I was. He’d been right. With every step I’d taken since my fucking had ended, I could feel him.
I shivered and a burst of arousal came over me.
I liked that.
The water poured down from overhead, its touch a gentle and comforting caress. I stared up into the showerhead and closed my eyes, thoroughly reveling in its warm embrace before I finally reached for the shampoo.
I had made a decision and now I had to follow through with it. I’d drugged Dominic’s coffee once again. I was going to leave him and solve my father’s disappearance on my own. I was going to negotiate his return once and for all and I didn’t need Dominic to do it.
That didn’t change the fact that I was already starting to feel guilty and I hadn’t even left the penthouse hotel suite yet. I knew life was hard sometimes and this wasn’t the first hard decision I’ve had to make, but it certainly felt the most personal. Chiyo had offered me an opportunity and I had to take it, even if it required only my presence and not his. She’d given me a way into the world of the Yakuza women, and I couldn’t turn that down. This meeting could be what saved my father.
I finished showering and shut the water off. With a sigh, I climbed out and took one of the super soft towels off a nearby hook. I wrapped it around my body and dried myself off before I walked back into the attached bedroom. True to his word, Dominic had put a new dress and set of lingerie for me on the bed.
This time, it was a white dress with bold dark blue flowers all over it. There was a matching dark blue set of panties and a bra right next to it. I dressed quickly, reveling in the feeling of the fabric against my skin, knowing that he had chosen it for me. It felt special to me.
With a sigh, I slipped my feet into the matching blue ballet flats that had been placed by the entry to the bedroom. When I ventured out into the sitting room, I found Dominic exactly how I’d expected him, sleeping on the couch. On the table was an empty mug, which meant he’d drunk the entire dose. He’d be sleeping for quite some time, probably all afternoon. I watched him for a moment, taking in his innocent expression. He was so much less intimidating when he was asleep. With a sad smile, I sat down on the rather extravagant desk, took the pad of hotel paper, and wrote him a note.
I told him that I was thankful for all his assistance and that I could have never gotten this far without his help, but it was time for me to take responsibility for my father’s actions and that I was going to be the one to negotiate with Kai on his behalf. At the very end, I thanked him for all the orgasms he’d given me and that I hoped when this was all over that we could still be friends. I signed my name on the bottom and left it on the table.
I retrieved my purse and my phone before I left the suite through the private elevator. I dismissed the guards that followed me and exited out onto the busy street right out into the heart of the city. I typed in the name of the location had given me, which ended up being only about a fifteen-minute walk away.
The walk was peaceful, unlike walking through New York. The people of Tokyo were polite and moved out of the way with a courteous nod. They obeyed the traffic laws and literally no one jaywalked across the road in order to get to where they were going faster. The more I walked the streets, the more I was amazed at how such a big city remained so clean.
By the time I made it to where I was going, I felt refreshed and invigorated. I looked around, realizing the location was an alleyway. I was alone too. It was quiet here and not much foot traffic passed by on the street behind me. I crept into the alley hesitantly. There was absolutely nothing that suggested it was dangerous. It wasn’t even dark or shadowed like alleyways always were in the movies. In fact, it was well lit and there was even a cute girly jewelry store on the corner, but still, something about it felt ominous.
I should have turned around and gone back to the hotel.
I didn’t though.
I waited and before long, a long black limo pulled into the back of the alley. I couldn’t see who it was because the windows were tinted so that not even the tiniest bit of light broke through. One of them rolled down and an older woman turned her head to gaze at me.
“Are you Brooke Mikaels?” she asked.
“I am,” I answered, ensuring to keep my voice strong.
“I am Kai Tsukasa,” she said next. “Please. Join me.”
A guard dressed in a suit climbed out of the limo and held the door open for me. I pulled my shoulders back and stepped forward, taking the seat across from Kai. I sat back and stared at her and I was suddenly reminded of two lions circling each other vying for dominance. I remembered my father’s teachings then.
I would take no prisoners.
“It is nice to meet you, Kai. Chiyo has said many kind things about you,” I began carefully. She smiled and for a moment, I was reminded of a snake ready to strike.
Kai was older than Chiyo by a good ten years. She was either in her late forties or early fifties. The hair that was piled on top of her head was lined with streaks of brilliant silver. Her up-do was rather extravagant, as was the traditional Japanese kimono she was wearing. It was black and decorated with small flowers. The fabric was just high enough to cover the tattoos that I suspected were beneath it.
Her aura screamed power, but she never breathed a word of it. Instead, she let it speak for itself.
“I’ve known Chiyo for a long time,” she began. “Chiyo should remember though that the family will always come first, no matter what.”
I started to grow nervous, but I didn’t let it show.
“I want to know what the Yamaguchi has done with my father,” I said boldly. I’d dealt with people like her before and I’d been able to handle them. I had to remind her that she wasn’t the only one in a place of power. I had some of my own.
“Straight to the point,” Kai said with a cocky smile.
Chiyo had warned me she was dangerous but sitting here now, I knew that her warning was clearly understated. Kai was much more than that.
“Indeed,” I answered. “You wanted something from my father. He refused. Perhaps you can give me the same offer and we’ll see if we come to a different arrangement.”
She smiled wider.
“Shinobu will be pleased to hear that you think differently than Mr. Mikaels,” she said in response.
“You’ll find that my father and I can have very different opinions,” I replied.
“I’m glad to hear this,” Kai replied. Again, I was reminded of a viper ready to strike.
She turned away and the rest of the car ride was completed in silence. Neither of us said anything m
ore. She wasn’t anything like Chiyo and I found myself missing the company of the other woman. I hoped I would see her again soon.
The car pulled up in front of a large office building. The two of us were led inside with a detail of suited guards. They directed us into an elevator that took us all the way up to the top floor. Kai took the lead after that and I soon found myself in a large meeting room where a single man was sitting at the head of a very long table.
“She is beautiful,” he murmured. “An American commodity.”
This man felt far more dangerous than Kai. I didn’t even need an introduction.
This man was Shinobu Tsukasa, the kingpin of the richest mafia family in the world, the Yamaguchi. He was powerful and incredibly dangerous, but he was also a businessman and that I could handle.
He was likely in his early sixties. His hair was peppered with gray and his skin was beginning to show the signs of age. There were wrinkles around his eyes and across his forehead. Bushy eyebrows covered dangerously dark eyes and a tense jawline spoke to the perils of his profession.
“Shinobu-san,” I began, bowing in reference as was Japanese custom.
“Ms. Mikaels,” he answered as he bent his head just a little toward me. “I take it you resemble your mother as I don’t see much of your father in that pretty face.”
“I wouldn’t know. My mother is dead,” I answered. He didn’t respond right away. A man like him had to have known that.
“I’m sorry, dear,” Kai answered for him.
I took a seat next to him.
“It has come to my knowledge that my father asked for your assistance many years ago and in return for that help, many of your men became stockholders in my company. I also found out when you asked him for a favor recently, he refused,” I said boldly, changing the subject away from my mother.
“He did refuse, therefore he had to be punished,” Shinobu replied carefully.
“What if I was to offer to fulfill your request in his absence?” I pressed.
“Dangerous offer considering you don’t know what it is,” he answered.
