“Come for me. Show me how much you like it.” He smacks the head of his cock against my clit, triggering my orgasm. Black spots dance in my eyes as I start to come undone. I scream his name as pleasure unlike any I’ve ever felt before takes over my body.
I hear Kazuo groan my name as his release sprays across my sex and thighs before he slips the head of his cock through my folds. My sex contracts around the tip of his cock as it kisses the entrance but doesn’t push inside.
I lift my head to see him still jacking his cock. He lets out another groan, his eyes locking with mine as he releases more, only this time it spills inside of me.
Kazuo suddenly stumbles back a foot, his cock slipping free and a dazed expression on his face. Some of his release falls out of me. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, wondering what this means but too scared to ask.
So I do what I do best. I flee, only this time back to my bedroom instead.
15
Kazuo
I chase after her, catching her in the hallway before dragging her into my office. She’s panting, her body so warm and malleable in my hands. Whirling her around, I pin her to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mei?”
Her eyes are wide, like a deer in the sights of a predator. “I was going to, um–”
“You were going to flaunt this beautiful body in front of my men? Was that what you planned on doing?” I lean down, our lips close.
“I mean …” She reaches down and snatches my shirt closed. “I wasn’t going to flaunt.”
“You still have my cum in your wet cunt, and you were going to put those perfect tits on display for someone else?” I can’t help the murderous rage in my veins. The thought of my men looking at her, much less taking cookies from her–I could murder them all right now.
“Hey.” She reaches up and presses her palms to my cheeks. “Kazuo.” Her voice is so sweet, so inviting. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” She presses her lips to mine, then pulls back. “I don’t want them. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
How does she know just what to say to soothe the beast inside me? I don’t know. But she does it. I let out a breath and release her, though I still reach out and pull her shirt together.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” I scoop her into my arms, holding her close to me, hiding her beauty from any prying eyes. “Just tell me where.”
“My room. I want to take a bath and get some fresh clothes.”
“Maybe you should go back to bed like the doc–”
“No.” She sets her little chin in defiance. “Hard pass.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. There’s no way I can deny her. I can’t even imagine trying to tell her no. Besides, she’s a little rebel. She’ll do what she wants no matter what I say. Just the thought makes me smile.
“You must be cooking up some dastardly plan to be grinning like that.” She arches a brow.
“Perhaps.” I leave the office, careful to keep her close to me as I carry her upstairs.
“Your men have been perfect gentlemen. You really don’t have to worry about them. They’re not like my father’s men at all.”
I stiffen as I reach my bedroom. “Hideo’s men mistreated you?”
She looks up. “No. I mean, not really. They would whisper about me, I guess. But they never touched me. Dad would’ve killed them.”
I would kill them now. If she gave me so much as a name of anyone who ever harmed her, they’d be dead by morning. But as it is, I put her on her feet, then lean over and start a bath for her.
“I said I wanted to go to my room.” She tangles her fingers together. “Remember?”
I shrug. “My bathtub is bigger.”
“I see that.” She smiles when I pull a rainbow bath bomb from a drawer and toss it in for her.
“I didn’t take you as the bath bomb type.”
“I’m not. But I know you are.” I pull the drawer open all the way to show her. “I have all your favorite things.”
“Oh my gosh.” She squeals. “You even got my favorite face masks! They only sell those in Japan.”
“I know.” I turn back to her and take her shoulders, then slide my shirt off her. It falls to the floor in a puddle as her cheeks turn a sweet pink. I have the urge to taste her again, to lick her until she screams. She does that to me–turns me feral. I can only see her. Even if I’m in a room by myself, she’s always dancing at the edges of my vision. My own personal mirage.