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“Look at you riding my dick like a good fucking girl,” he growls, his eyes trained on where he’s flicking my clit. The whole measure of me in that moment is caught up in how good he’s making me feel. And feel him I do. Every inch of him slams into me again and again. Low in my body clenches painfully as an internal orgasm shatters me following immediately after is the dizzying soul retching his busy fingers cause when he manipulates my clit into another intense climax.
Liquid flows from my pussy all over his hands and dick making me slick and messy.
“Fuck yeah.” He pulls from me, spreading me wide, licking my pussy clean. He rises panting, looking down on me, his face a mess from his feast. Wiping his face he drags his hand sinuously down the hard planes of his torso until he cups his sac.
“Clean me, little dove.” The seduction in his voice is irresistible.
Crawling to my knees I take him fully into my mouth, moaning when he thrusts down my throat fucking me slow. Cupping the now limp messy bun he rides my mouth, taking it easy on me. I lick him clean, loving every drop of our mixed essences. He tastes like mine.
“No.” Pulling out he positions me on my hands and knees. Bending me forward until my face is buried in the duvet, he brings my hands behind me making me cup my elbows. “Stay here for me.” Smoothing a heavy hand down my back his caress trails from the valley of my shoulders down through the crevice of my bottom until he’s cupping my drenched, plump lips. Spearing two fingers inside he works me until I’m riding him on my own. So close. So close. Methodically he pulls free teasing me, torturing me.
I can’t see but I feel him reaching. I still hear the slither of the jute. There is a pause. “Do I have your permission?”
I’m quivering. Terrified? Yes. Still wanting it? Definitely. Ten years ago doesn’t enter into my mind. It wasn’t his Kinbaku practice that hurt me. The reason behind his behavior was deeper than I imagined.
I pause long enough for him to shift as if he won’t continue.
“Yes— you have my permission to use the rope, sensei,” I hurry to add knowing how important it is to give him permission in this way.
The scene starts immediately when he slowly laces me from elbow to wrist. Once there, he inspects his work making sure he’s not constricting me painfully. Taking the rope he wraps it over my shoulder crisscrossing my breasts. Wrapping around my back he twists taking it through my wrist again securing my hands in place then down between my ass cheeks splitting and crisscrossing over my pussy lips trapping my clit. The pleasure and intensity makes my eyes cross. “Ohmygoodness, Hisashi,” I cry, bucking a little.
“I got you, little one,” he assures me, securing the jute masterfully with no knots.
Rising he pulls me slowly suspending me in his strong grip as he slides home. My walls welcome him like a long-lost friend, clutching and kissing every inch of his dick as he splits me open like he promised.
“I wanted our first time to end like this. Thank you for letting me give you this pleasure, wife.” He drives inside me, touching places that have languished for far too long. My body responds. I meet every hard plunge like the greedy little fiend that I am. He takes and I give. I give and he devours.
Hips slamming into me, his left hand explores my bound body. He tweaks and pinches my nipples to almost painful points until he smooths the soft mounds of my breasts with his hand then slaps them making them sting with pleasure. I squeeze him so hard in response I almost make him lose his seed.
“Uh, uh,” he growls, snatching me close making me take more of him. “Take all of me.” Thrusting up, he hits my spot like he never forgot where it lay. He plays close attention as he forces me into orgasm. “Edging you was never the punishment, little bitch.” He grinds his dick in me, fucking me through the orgasm. I’m a rag doll. My body is his toy and he unashamedly plays with me. A heavy hand smooths over my belly dipping and swirling in my navel then working its way down. “No. Making you my cumslut is. You’ve come so prettily for me so many times tonight. Come for me one more time while I push this nut inside you. Show me you never forgot who you belong to,” he whispers in my ear making me shiver. His dick feels like nirvana. Bliss rips through me. It’s as if his words alone took me over the precipice then his fingers descend keeping me high and he follows me over the edge, his hot come flooding me again. Hot, sticky, filling me past overflowing. Still, I take everything he has to give, thankinghim for the pleasure and the pain just like the little creature made for pleasure he sought to create.
I barely register him freeing me from the jute rope, wiping me down with a warm cloth, massaging my limbs, and tucking me into bed.
Chapter
Twelve
Taylor
The bed is stillwarm when I wake a short while later. I have never been a good sleeper. My childhood was plagued by me never having a good night’s rest. My parents tried all types of therapy and sleep studies. I only slept well with Hisashi. For about three years after my time in Tokyo it evolved into full-blown insomnia. I suffered through many sleepless nights, my mind plagued with worry for him and waiting to hear from his brother, whose communication was shotty at best.
Then one spring night I started sleeping. Then off and on I would have bouts of insomnia, but they were few and far between. My therapists said it was repressed trauma from childhood and what I went through in Japan. I didn’t quite believe her. My trauma around Tokyo was less about the state Kiyoshi found me in but more about my worry and guilt around abandoning Hisashi. I don’t downplay the horror of what he did to me, far from it. He nearly killed me. No matter howunintentional it was I suffered because of it yet I know down to my soul he did not intend to do it. I forgave him a long time ago.
I know he still seethes with anger with me for leaving. I’m not sure how much he remembers of that time considering the whole episode with the dinnerware. He was completely oblivious to why I was upset. It was more than clear to me he didn’t realize he destroyed all of it with cold calculation.
It’s eerily quiet. I sit up surrounded in darkness. Cool bamboo sheets glide over my skin when I get out of the bed. I go over to the seamless door leading to the bathroom. The door opens soundlessly. The dim light illuminates the bathroom as I pad over to what I assume is the water closet. Knowing my husband as I do I know he’ll never have a toilet in the same room he showers. In that we are the same. A separate water closet was the reason I chose this building in the first place.
The fact that I qualified at the time was no mystery. I knew that Kiyoshi would pull any strings possible to keep me from having any reason to come back to Tokyo and making more of a mess of his brother’s life. Not that I can blame him. They’d done a good job of keeping Hisashi safe for years before I came along. Then I came into his life and coupled with the heartbreak of his father’s death a complete disaster ensued. I feel more than a little responsible even after years of therapy and understanding I was just a girl dealing with a situation so far out of my experience I could have never prevailed.
Heading over to the sink after I finish in the restroom, I wash my hands. It’s chilly in here, I know he likes it cool. My nipples harden under the cool air. I look around for a panel indicating his closet. Everything is smooth. I press along the walls of the bathroom and find cabinets for toiletries, towels, soaps, even cleaning supplies but no closet.
Heading out to the massive bedroom suite I go back to the area we entered and opposite the gaiken I find the panel. There’sa beep when I enter. “Well, there goes the element of surprise. I enter and the closet is massive as expected. There is every season represented with whites, grays, blacks, tans, and the occasional forest green here and there. These are his comfort colors. Nothing to trigger him. I notice the fabrics are soft and natural.
Taking out a neatly folded t-shirt, I frown. It’s going to be a tight fit and I’m going to stretch it out of whack, but I didn’t see luggage packed for me, so it’s not like I have a choice.
Just as I suspected his t-shirt pulls tight across my breasts making my nipples poke out, hugs my tummy, stopping just shy of my coochie. Having no choice, I stretch the fabric over my knees so it covers my ass-barely. The bottom curve is still exposed. Oh well. It can’t be helped. That’s what he gets for bringing me here in the first place.
I already know he’s not up on this level but when I see the stairs leading down to the lower floor I hesitate. Is he working? Seething?
