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The camera switches to the shower as I head to the water closet. No camera in there. I wait to watch as I emerge stepping from the toilet, remembering how much I wanted to take a bath but didn’t have the energy. It looks like I take the quickestshower in the world. After a quick dry and moisturizing I walk naked into the bedroom. I turn on my pink fairy lights, say a quick prayer, and dive into my bed. I sit back up after a couple of minutes. I take a water carafe by the bed. I touch it in wonder because it seems cool, I shrug it off and grab the bottle of generic Benadryl taking two then lay back down.
Minutes tick by and I wonder why we are just watching me sleep when I see a dark figure emerge from my closet. Jolting forward, I gasp as strong arms keep me planted on his hard thighs.
“What?” I turn to him, and he just nods back to the screens.
“Watch.” He’s not even looking at me.
I turn back. A tall wiry form I immediately recognize as the man holding me steps out of the shadows. He’s dressed in a black hoodie with a ski mask and gloves. He paces around the bed several times. He’s muttering in Japanese seeming to argue with himself. For long moments he simply gazes at my sleeping form.
Finally, he sits at the bottom of the bed holding his head in his hands like he’s an athlete who’s lost a big game. He rakes his hair back and forth between his hands then looks at me. Even from here I can see the anguished longing in his face, I see it morph into anger too. His hands squeeze and flex as he fights an internal battle, I can only imagine is raging inside of him.
He shoots to his feet and stalks away. The cameras switch as he drops to the ground, doing what must be two hundred push-ups, followed by sit-ups and martial arts moves that are slow and methodical.
He strides to the shower making sure to close the door silently. He goes into the water closet. He jumps into the shower using my products.
“Jesuslord,” I whisper, a tight knot forming in my throat. “How did I sleep through all of this?” I don’t bother to look athim. I know he wants me to keep my eyes on the screen. I’m also scared of what I may see in his expression.
“It wasn’t Benadryl. You were having so many problems sleeping — night terrors. It was affecting your work.” The admission is so matter-of-fact. He actually believes he was in the right. I shake my head.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I tell him.
“There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t have done. I did them. I’d do it again.” Unapologetic to his motherfucking core he manacles my throat. “When you promised me forever, it meant forever at least to one of us.” His hand rests there as we watch him finish his shower and ablutions.
He pauses as he leaves the bathroom. In the bed I’m already tossing and turning clearly in the midst of a night terror. I’m thrashing, tears are spilling down my face. I don’t know if the dream stems from the embassy attack when I was small or from my time with Hisashi but I’m lost in its throes.
Striding nude to the bed he slips beneath the covers gathering me into his arms. Immediately I settle.
I can feel my eyes widen. My heart stutters. How the hell did I lay there resting my head on his chest and not remember any of it? He lays there speaking softly in Japanese telling me a fairytale, rubbing my back.
A soft snore escapes me and in the present I blush embarrassed. He cups my head and seems to settle himself, but I can tell he’s not sleeping but watching over me like he promised.
He fast-forwards a few hours. My sleeping body moves. Biting my lip, I watch myself move and stretch over his. He’s a stone beneath me then and now as I watch the sleeping me wind and grind on his still form. My cheeks and body heat watching the cover slip low on my waist exposing me to the rise of my bottom as I masturbate myself on my prone husband. His handsare fisted on the sheets. Up and down and around my hips gyrate at an increasingly fast speed until it’s obvious I’m climaxing.
“Hisashi,” I hear myself moan as I come before settling back into a deep sleep. Turning away from him, sleeping me curls into a little ball obliviously unbothered by the torture I’ve just wrought on the man I didn’t know held me all night.
Hisashi lies there. His dick is tenting the covers. His precum is wetting the sheet. He eases out the bed, his dick raging and primed. He stands over my sleeping form and starts pumping his engorged length. He takes the precum from the tip slicking it down, cupping his sac. He fucks his fist his gaze burning with hot lust as he watches me sleep. Feet planted wide his hand rapidly strokes up and down until come erupts from him in a wide arc splattering the sheets, his chest, and his belly.
Going back into the bathroom he cleans his mess, dresses, presses a kiss on my brow, and leaves.
I sit in stunned silence, not sure of how I should feel. There is so much wrong with what he did but trying to make myself accept exactly how disturbing it is seems way more harder than it should be.
Moving back in the chair he pushes me to stand his eyes daring me to move. He stands and lifts me until my bare bottom is on the CCTV’s console free space. His pecs jump making his serpents dance as he spreads my thighs stepping between them. They seem to slither watching me just as he does. “Are you afraid of me —what I’m capable of?”
I think to how he could have fucked me and have to ask, “Did you ever— umm?”
“Take what is mine?” His mouth kicks up in a nasty smile. He looks at me for a long moment before shaking his head slowly. “You saw yourself. Even in your sleep your soul recognized its life’s mate. I didn’t have to. Just as I don’t have to take your tight little pussy now.” Shifting he releases himself from his sweats,positioning his dick at my entrance. “See how eager she is for me?” He presses in stretching me. Instinctively I raise my feet to the console giving him more access. “Fuck yes.” Driving in he doesn’t stop until he bottoms out. I can feel his sac press against me.
“It’s too much,” I pant, feeling him deep within me hard and relentless. “It hurts.” I shift trying to give myself a margin of relief.
“It’s supposed to.” He shudders. “It’s hard for me too. I haven’t been with anyone else in all this time either.”
The hushed admission has me pulling back looking at him in surprise. His hard mouth slams down on mine. Like how dare I ever have thought otherwise. I didn’t feel he owed me loyalty after the way I abandoned him. I’m not going to lie. I cried at times thinking about it especially when I saw vague speculations about him dating various heiresses.
“Never,” he promises as he begins to take me in that tender rough way I love. “Never,” he vows, looping my knees over his arms as he braces on the console, thrusting at an angle that teases my spot with focused deliberation.
“Never.” Reaching out I touch his hard jaw my muscles clenching when it tenses, and he turns his face into my hand kissing my palm.
Minutes later we cry out together as we vault into bliss together.
