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I wink at her, and she smiles, but I can tell she’s not convinced about my response, as she doesn’t blush or even turn from side to side as she’s done before when I’ve complimented her.
Within a few seconds, the elevator doors open, and I push away any thoughts of us going back home in a few days to concentrate on the present moment.
As we stride out, I can see all eyes are on her in the lobby. The staff bow and greet us, and their eyes widen with admiration at the beauty by my side. I look down, and Leticia is bowing back and smiling at them. She appears so graceful and takes in the view as if she’s seeing the lobby for the first time. Then again, when she first arrived, the last thing she was doing was checking out the lobby. She was too upset about the plane ride and everything else. I can’t blame her. I’d punished her like a child because I could, and somehow, we’ve grown in a few days from being two people who hate each other to two people going on their first date.
She hesitates once we step outside and she sees our ride. “The limo is for us?”
“Yes, I’m taking you on a date.”
“Wow, this is more than I expected.”
“Leticia, did you think we would go in a bus?”
She chuckles at my small attempt at a joke and shakes her head.
She steps inside, and I walk to the other side of the limo. The driver opens my door, and as I slide in next to Leticia, I see the partition. I have a sudden image of a drive around Tokyo, the city lights casting color on the dark leather and Leticia’s naked body pliant and soft in my hands.
As the driver starts the limo, I adjust my length as it starts to grow and decide to concentrate on the plan for tonight, to give her a good time and show her the beauty of the city.
The purr of the sleek black limo ushers us through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. Leticia’s hands are practically stuck to the window as she looks out.
“¡Dios mío2, Diego!” she screams as she points to a skyscraper. “The buildings are so big and beautiful. It’s as if they just light up the sky. And the people rushing around, and the shops and everything. Can we walk around one day, and maybe catch a train somewhere?”
I chuckle. “Of course. If you want, after the meeting in a couple of days, we can take a walk around the city.”
“The streets are so clean. I mean, Madrid is a clean city, but you see the odd bit of trash. Here, nothing. And I love the billboards. They are kinda like what you see in a typical Japanese series.”
Her observation surprises me. “You watch Japanese shows?”
“Yeah, I love the Korean ones more, but sure, sometimes I do love seeing them. Everything they show on screen, I’m witnessing in real life. This is so exciting.”
As we pass through the Shibuya Crossing, a sea of people moves in choreographed chaos.
I catch glimpses of cherry blossom trees lining the streets, their branches delicately holding pink blossoms. Even in theheart of the metropolis, nature finds its place, adding serenity to the urban city.
In the distance, the Tokyo Tower stands tall, illuminated against the night sky. Its iconic orange and white lights create a striking contrast with the surrounding buildings.
The limo moves gracefully through the streets, offering a front-row seat of Tokyo's neighborhoods. From the trendy districts with fashionable boutiques to the historic districts where lantern-lit alleys whisper tales of the past. I did tell the driver before we entered the limo to give us a little tour, and he’s doing an excellent job. I must remember to tip him before we leave.
“Sukiyabashi Jiro,” Leticia says as we pull up.
“Yeah, it has the best sushi in town.”
“You’ve been here?”
I nod. “Yes, several times.”
She bites her lip as if she wants to say something else but says nothing as we park by the entrance, and within a few short seconds, she’s climbing out of the limo slowly.
“It’s starting to hurt again,” she whispers. I almost forgot she has the plug in her ass. She must have too because she was distracted in the limo. Not once did she mention it.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom so you can take it out.”
My mind traces to her being a submissive. She was a virgin nearly two weeks ago. Maybe I’m pushing her into these things, but as the server directs her to the bathroom, I wonder if maybe it is me acting as if she’s some delicate princess, and Leticia’s far from that.
As I meet her outside the bathroom, I want to know what’s on her mind.
“Why did you go quiet when I said that I’ve been here before?”
