8:08 AM, March 14th, 20XX

  I knew she wasn’t daft. Had Kazu given me more time to analyze her, I would’ve let him know that she was catching on much faster than she was letting on. A woman who used her body to advance her wants, no way she’d come across powerful men and not be aware of it. I held my chuckle as I crossed my arms, the attraction for her though? Absolutely warranted. I looked to Kazu, who was quiet as Airla’s question lingered. Was he going to continue playing her intelligence or was he going to deal with his father instead?

  “Can’t play stupid if I never assume that from you. Only four days, I have to give it to you, baby. Honestly.” He chuckled, placing his pen down and interlocking his fingers. Airla raised a brow as she stood straight, waiting for her answer.

  “Elaborate, Kazuhito. I’m sure she’s past this.”

  “Thank you, Ken. I am, truly. I could’ve played the clueless role for a few more days, but it’s really unbecoming of me to do so. Especially if there’s a possibility of my having to deal with Ikuto again.”

  “My honesty comes with your quitting that job, is that something you’re willing to do?”

  “Depends on the confession.”

  “There’s no debating, darling. Take it or leave it.”

  I raised a brow at his ultimatum, surprising given his infatuation. Although, the person who was speaking wasn’t Kazu the CEO, it was Kazuhito Nagatsuchi, the Patriarch of the illustrious and powerful Nagatsuchi Clan, one of the many Yakuza families keeping the Japanese underworld well and thriving. I was not just his best friend, I was his war captain. The man who’d save him the time of washing his bloodied hands as I was the one doing most of the dirty work. Naga Inc was a front, a steelworks company to not only legitimize all their dirty money, but to do business with other families and keep the corrupt ball rolling. There was no loyalty in between clans so they capitalized on that, doing business with whoever was willing to pay. The only family that they didn’t interact with was the Sadanaga Clan, given their historical animosity that stemmed from Kazu’s great-great grandfather turning on Ikuto’s ancestor and assuming the emperor back in power. Ikuto’s family were against that idea, hence the antipathy. So it’s understandable the ultimatum that his would be woman faced, it’s bad optics to dance with your partner’s rival.

  Airla took a seat, her outfit of choice leaving little to the imagination in regards to her curves. With a white skin tight blouse and black mini skirt, it was evident that Kazu might have had a say in what she chose to wear. The lace stockings that were included didn’t help either, it was hard not to stare. Her warm brown eyes darted to the side, lost in thought. I wondered what she was debating.

  “Can I have one little pushback?”

  “No.”

  “Not one? Not one that would somehow benefit all of us?”

  “And what could possibly benefit all of us in this refusal of yours?”

  “Let me fuck all of you so I can decide if your secret is worth me giving up my life.”

  Kurenai coughed, her face turning beet red. I couldn’t jest and say I didn’t do the same. It was truly like meeting a female version of Kazu, crass with sex, no matter the circumstance. Kazu cracked his knuckles a few times, a chuckle coming from him as he stared back at the little nymph in front of us.

  “It’s not an impossible demand, ultimately it’s not up to me, both Ken and Kurenai have agency of their own bodies.”

  Both Kurenai and I looked at each other from the corner of our eye, that wasn’t completely truthful. When it came to sex specifically, Kazu was possessive. My body belonged to him, so did Kurenai’s. So for him to say that we had agency, what funny little banter. I kept my eyes to the ground, who knows what else she could read from me.

  “You say they have agency, but how come your right hand can’t look me in the eyes? Are you telling the whole truth, Kazuhito? Do they really?”

  “Take him for yourself and see if that’s the case, I don’t care.”

  “Kazu, what the hell, man. We’re right here.” I exclaimed, stepping forward to look him in the face. I didn’t appreciate being traded.

  “Whether you were here or there, I would’ve said the same.”

  “It’s true, Ken. He told me he wanted you to fuck me while he watched.” Airla admitted callously, sitting back in her seat as she looked at her nails. I felt I needed to sit. There was no way this was actually happening. I was fully aware of Kazu’s callousness and my attraction to it, but hers? Was I attracted to that too? Was I really that self absorbed or was I just a product of the man that I’ve been sworn to protect? Taking a seat next to Airla, I sighed.

  “Answer her, Ken.” Kazu demanded, a bit of annoyance in his voice.

  “Kazuhito, seriously?”

  “Yes, seriously. Kurenai will get the same question. Don’t feel I’m singling you out. Everyone will have a say and full consent.”

  “You’re cornering me about lying with your woman, I don’t see how that’s not against my consent.” I sat forward, my hand in my hair as I processed the reality of what was happening.

  “It’s a simple yet vulgar question, I’m sure you’ve heard worse. Should I come around to you? I’m sure Kurenai would love to answer.”

  Kurenai was quiet, hands behind her back as she stood to attention. Her face was slightly flushed from the subject at hand, so I expected a reserved answer from her, but it seemed that maybe I was the reserved one.

  “No need to ask me, Sir. I’d push her panties to the side even if you didn’t ask.”

  Airla giggled, an ooh coming from her as Nai winked at her quickly; a smirk on her face. Kazu chuckled, facing me as placed his hand under his chin, a single brow raised as I was now the odd man out. Was I only trying to be obstinate for the sake of maturity or was there a deeper reason why I wasn’t jumping to this as anyone would? Airla was breathtaking, no doubt. But was I really aiming to become her plaything also?

  “Ken, if you’re having so much trouble conjuring an answer, why not just sit back and enjoy the show? I’m sure Airla wouldn’t mind if you watched.” Another vulgar response from Nai, I was surprised; I really thought I knew her. Kazu guffawed at my expression, pushing his hair back.

  “Don’t worry about giving an answer for now. I’ll indulge in them while you sit it out, if you want to join; you’re welcomed to. I just hope you do, it’s imperative to my telling of the secret that you, Kurenai and I are aware of.”

  “Are you leaving the responsibility of your secret on my shoulders?”

  “You are my right hand, Kentaro. Is that not your job?”

  I glared at him from the side of my eye, scoffing slightly. This was the ownership I was speaking of. My title as his right man left me open to whatever shenanigans he wanted to make claim to, which sometimes left me in an uncomfortable position. Being the odd one out in what seems to be a romp with the woman he boldly stated he’d married isn’t odd. I just didn’t want to catch feelings that couldn’t be reciprocated. I was already dealing with unreciprocated feelings.

  "Truly, Ken. If you're uncomfortable with the idea, just sit it out. I've had multiple clients who couldn't go through with sex, so they watched me and still enjoyed themselves.”

  “It’s not about being uncomfortable, Airla. Trust me.”

  “Would you like to tell me in private? If that’s more accommodating, I’m willing to listen.” She placed her hand on my thigh, a gentle smile on her face. There was a certain electricity to her touch, her sweet look didn’t help. Kazu’s phone rang, his attention taken away as he switched to Japanese. Business. Kurenai turned away, giving Airla and I a modicum of privacy. Airla patiently waited for my response to her offer, which was kind as it gave me something rarely afforded to me as Kazu’s right hand. I felt…seen. My response to her was a product of that clarity.

  “Let me dine you first if you don’t mind. You deserve that much respect from me.”

  The apples of her cheeks slowly grew, a squeeze from her hand to assure me of her likeness to that response. If I was going to involve myself with any woman, I was going to go all in or not at all.

  ??

  There was a certain pep in my step as the day progressed after Ken’s little ask. I enjoyed knowing he wanted to pursue me properly instead of just throwing me on a bed and having his way. It felt nice to be respected twice. Kazu needed to step out for business, so he took Kurenai along; giving Ken and I privacy to exist quietly in the same room. I worked on the sketches for the mural as I felt those cold gray eyes on me.

  “You don’t mind my smoking, do you?” He asked as he pulled a cigarette holder from his back pocket.

  “Knock yourself out. I know it’s not good for you, but I won’t lie and say it’s not attractive.” I continued sketching on, the flick of his lighter and soon, the smell of nicotine. I peeked a look at Ken, exactly what I expected, the man looked even more delectable as he smoked.

  Ken was a sight, truly. With golden brown locks to accompany those gorgeously dark grey eyes, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him. Being slightly taller than Kazu, he was truly a tree I’d like to climb. I knew I had a date with him, but honestly, I just wanted to see what he was packing. He kept a distance between us after he asked, I really wanted that space gone. Looking down at my sketch, I was at the hands, something I preferred a live model for.

  “Hey, would you be so kind as to be my hand model? I do better with live subjects.”

  “Sure, just let me wash up.” He smiled, cigarette in his mouth.

  With dry and clean hands, he took a seat next to me, placing his hands out for me to do with as I pleased. Ken had beautiful hands, slender and strong fingers with tattoos adorning the top of his hands. Holding them, I interlocked them together, though I would’ve preferred to keep holding them.

  “What do your tattoos mean?” I asked as I sketched, anything to get him to speak. His voice was silky and low, like I said, the kind of voice you’d get off to.

  “The Medusa is to honor my Italian heritage, even though yes, she is technically Greek, there’s a lot of Italian folklore that speaks of her. The skull is just connected to my Sakura tattoo, commemorating my Japanese heritage.”

  “That’s very sentimental, thank you for sharing that with me. Do you have any other tattoos?” I only asked due to his long sleeves, if he did have other ones; they were well hidden.

  “I do. I could always show you later if you’d like.”

  “I could always look at them now. I’m not going to wait until tonight to let you know that yes, I would like to see what’s under that shirt.”

  “You’re quick to the point, huh?”

  “No, I just know what I want.”

  “What is it that you want, Airla?”

  I hadn’t had that question asked to me in a long time. Even Kazu hadn’t bothered to ask such a deep question. I continued my drawing as I lingered with the idea, his hands moving quickly to prevent the ash from falling off his cigarette.

  “I want to be taken care of. I want the ability to do whatever I please while still being catered to. I want to be kept, obsessed over, devoured whenever I please.” I didn’t face him as I spoke, I wasn’t usually asked the question so I really didn’t know what to say. Would he consider me selfish? Would he go to Kazu and tell him I might not be all worth it given my confession? There was always such stigma about wanting to live a comfortable life with little to no labor, there was just more stigma about a woman with my skin color to desire that. I know my beauty granted me a safety net that most others weren’t afforded, yet I was also reduced to just that. My desires became too grand to want for someone like me. I was better off being a whore than expecting a man to want to give me what I wanted.

  “I think Kazu might do well on all those desires of yours. I might give him a little help on the obsession part.” He gave me a rather seductive smile, I couldn’t help but give him one too. I was warm all over, he really had a way with words.

  “Is that your way of courting me, sir?”

  “A woman deserves to be courted, don’t you agree?”

  “Keep talking to me like that and we might just skip to the end of the night.”

  “Well the end of the night is the goal, isn’t it?” He smirked this time, he knew what he was doing. I stopped my sketch, those eyes of his were distracting, the softness of his lips didn’t help either. I could admit to getting the exact same feelings that Kazu gave me with Ken, something about his secrecy made him just as attractive. There was so much nuance to the title of right hand, who knows what he’s done with those hands, what crimes he might’ve committed if my assumption of Kazu came to be true. I was just as intrigued with him as I was with his partner, but something about Ken’s overall maturity was really what had the heat between my legs increasing.

  “I see you’ve stopped drawing, would you like to take a walk? It’s rather warm.”

  “I’d like that, it gives me a moment to stretch my legs.”

  We made our way out of the office, Hachi sitting up from his seat when he noticed us. Putting his hand up, Ken gave him reprieve, assuring my protection while we were together. Getting into the elevator, we made it a few floors before it got crowded, the closeness to lunch probably a reason why. Cornered in the elevator, I ended up pressed against Ken’s chest; his hand around my waist. Oh, he smelled delightful. With a mixture of nicotine, leather, amber, herbs, woods and mosses; I couldn’t help but bite my lip as the elevator went down, the grip he had on my waist just a bit tighter.

  ??

  She was flustered, given the warmth radiating from her as we walked down the busy streets of NYC. Naga Inc was in the middle of the financial district, a shame given the little amount of sunshine we were given when on the ground floor. Being born in Tokyo, one would assume I didn’t mind the hustle and bustle of a city; but I always found peace in my small forge in the countryside, away from the overstimulation of the public.

  We found ourselves in a small park not too far from the building, an empty seat under a small shade of trees that were planted. Offering her a seat, we sat in silence, people watching. We both knew the only reason we were doing this, we just didn’t want to admit it. An elderly woman took a seat on the bench next to us, smiling when she made eye contact with me.

  “Your wife is very beautiful, young man. I hope you’re treating her well.”

  I was going to correct her, but Airla scooting over and placing her hand on my thigh as she smiled made me decide against that. Placing my arm around her, I pulled her closer; smiling at the elderly woman next to us. What’s another lie to a stranger?

  “I’d be a fool not to.”

  1:35 PM

  “Thank you for playing along and humoring that elderly woman.” She muttered as we walked back, her arm wrapped around mine. We humored that elderly lady for the entire time she was there, giggling and flirting until it was time to leave, arms interlocked to truly sell the whole charade. We didn’t separate though, the closeness was…comforting.

  “No problem, it was rather endearing noticing her smile at us as we played along. Truly convinced her we were happily married.”

  “You played the part well. Kurenai will be a lucky woman.”

  I turned quickly to her, my cheeks giving away my embarrassment. A giggle came from her; her small manicured hand going to her lips. I looked away to save face, but I’m sure my reaction gave me away.

  “It’s okay, Ken. I won’t say anything to her.”

  “I appreciate that you don’t. I don’t need to complicate anything between us.”

  “Will this complicate things between you and her? I wouldn’t want to be responsible for something possibly not flourishing between you two.”

  “Things haven’t changed since Kazu’s been involved, I doubt there will be much change with you. Just another body to explore.”

  “Explore is quite the adjective to use, Kentaro.” She teased as we made our way through the lobby; arms still interlocked. Allowing her into the elevator first, I entertained the thought of flirting back. I had no desire to wait until tonight to know if our chemistry was compatible. My curiosity needed to be satiated, why did I feel so much…solace with this woman? Why did I want to meet her with the same sexually charged energy she met me? Why did I not want to be…myself?

  “I take a lot of pride in learning a person’s body, it gives me the knowledge I need to satisfy them.”

  “Is that so? Am I to expect a thorough examination of my body?”

  “Well, how do you expect me to fuck you right if I don’t otherwise?”

  I was surprised at myself, a level of vulgarity that I was unaware of crawled out of me. I could see the smirk on her face from the corner of my eye, the tension between us even thicker than before. Was this the electricity that Kazu spoke of? Was this the reason he was willing to expose his entire life? Just to keep her around?

  “It’s truly a bummer that I’m to wait till tonight.”

  “We might be able to make an exception.”

  ??

  I wish men understood that I don’t do exceptions. If there was something I wanted and it was accessible to me, I was going to get it somehow. Stepping out the elevator, I made notice of Judy getting up from her desk to handle paperwork, giving me a chance to pull Ken from the hallway and towards one of the offices.

  “Airla, what are you up to?” He questioned me, not holding back as he allowed me to pull him along. The door to Kurenai’s security office was unlocked, so I pulled him into the room, closing the door behind me and locking it. I laid against the door, the space between us minimal as I pulled him by his shirt.

  “I’m not fond of exceptions, Ken. I’d like to know what to expect later on.”

  “I can only exhibit so much. I’d like to showcase my true talents with no interruptions.”

  “Well you’re more than welcome to showcase your talents later on, as for me, I’d like to acquaint myself with the part of you that will help in my decision making.” I trailed my hand down his shirt, tugging at his belt as I got to my knees. Placing his hand on mine, he held it back as he looked down at me.

  “Are you so impatient that you can’t hold off until later?”

  “When it’s imperative to my making a decision about giving up my whole life to know of this secret, I think impatience is warranted...” I used my free hand to cup his bulge, a small smirk growing as I was pleased by the size of it. “It’s also not helpful when you’ve got such a surprise down there. My curiosity needs to be satiated.”

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  “You’re a dangerous fucking woman, I hope you’re aware.”

  “I am.” I smirked as I put my attention to his bulge, unbuckling his belt and getting to his underwear. Dark blue boxers, flush to his skin. My eyes darted to his, his brows furrowed as he looked down at me, his cheeks pink. He was much shyer than Kazu, but I’m sure that was due to the location. I needed to open him up slowly, kissing his bulge as I kept eye contact with him; a little teasing to excite him and pull him out his shell. His hand found its way in my hair, a gentle little grip.

  Pulling him out of his boxers, I gasped quietly to myself. Ken was…massive. His cock fit his large build, in length and girth. It was also well kept, a small trail of hair; nothing too messy. I was truly giddy at the thought of placing my mouth on it, the grip he had on my hair got a little tighter, I mused on his next move, maybe he’d finally open up.

  “Open your mouth.” His voice was gruff, a little more demanding than the man who was speaking to me before. I followed his order, taking my tongue out for good measure as he placed the tip of his cock on it. I huffed in excitement, taking him slowly as he was much larger than Kazu, but not something I couldn’t handle. Slowly, I acquainted myself with his cock, small grunts coming from him as he gripped my hair and enjoyed my work.

  I was not kidding when I said I enjoyed sucking cock. If I could pass the time doing so, I would. I truly had no shame in that. I loved hearing the small grunts and moans from the men I pleased, the slight affirmations that they’d give me when I would take them deeper. I found praise in whatever way I could, fellatio guaranteed it every time. I gagged slightly as he reached the back of my throat, my hands holding on to his pants as I wanted to taste every part of him.

  “I see Kazu’s infatuation, you take a cock well.” A rather light praise, I wondered if he was holding back. Did he like taking control? Did his calm demeanor hide a much rougher, meaner man? I pulled back for breath, giving him an answer felt deserved.

  “That’s just my mouth, wait until you fuck me.” I went back to sucking, leaving him with that mental thought of his hands over me. Ken was a quiet enjoyer of fellatio, his grunts low as his eyes stayed on me, the gray seemingly black as he focused, not wanting to miss a single minute of my debauchery. Time felt slow with him, even with the chance of someone trying to make their way in, I sucked to my heart’s content, my decision to accept whatever secret Kazu had for me truly leaning towards the acceptance stage. If it meant I had access to this treasure of a man, then I’d accept any fucking secret.

  “Open wide, darling. We mustn’t leave a mess.” His velvet smooth voice directed me, my sign to let him indulge just a bit and let him fuck my mouth to completion. With a rather rough explicative, I felt the warm seed of him shoot to the back of my throat, barely giving me a chance to savor it. Looking up to him with doleful eyes, he caressed my face, wiping my bottom lip.

  “I barely got to taste you.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll let you have your fill of me and more.”

  ??

  I waited for Airla as she cleaned herself up after our…ordeal. Here I thought of myself as a respectful person, only to get my cock sucked by my boss’ woman. I was by no means a saint, but my level of decorum had absolutely been diminished. The bathroom door opened, Airla stepped out as if nothing ever happened, a demure smile on her face as she walked off in front of me to Kazu’s office. My eyes couldn’t help but trail down to her derrière, goodness.

  I was turned on by this woman. I thought only one woman had that power. That had been proven to be false by the way I melted in her hand. It could’ve been my loyal nature just accepting what was going to be my reality. I was going to be equally devoted to her as I was to her other half. How was I so sure four days in? By the way I took a seat across from Kazu as she went to him and watched him take her by the waist. The same way I planned to later on. Kurenai made curious eyes to me, a smile assured everything was fine.

  “I was wondering where you two were. I was going to send out the cavalry.” Kazu teased, pulling her closer as his hands got lost in the curtain of hair that cascaded down her back.

  “We were just taking a rather long lunch. We want to be well acquainted by tonight.”

  “Well, you’ll have all the time and privacy you need. I’ve been requested for help by one of our associates. Usually Ken accompanies me to these, but I think he’s well deserving of a night off. Besides, Kurenai will be glad to get her hands dirty.”

  Help was the codename for wet work. Kazu’s status in the underworld was not only as the son and heir of a Yakuza chairman, but as a formidable fighter. He was well versed in various forms of combat, as expected of him given the time and access to these resources that were handed to him. The loyalty he accrued came with sacrifice, offering his services was that sacrifice. I usually accompanied him to stand in when he needed a breather, which meant I stood behind and let him get his frustrations out. For as calm as Kazu portrayed himself to be in front of Airla, there was a much colder man underneath.

  “Oh, that’s mysterious. Too bad you won’t be around, we could’ve made due on that little wish of yours.” She looked over her shoulder as she mentioned her wish, Kazu’s chuckle only assured me it was likely a vulgar one.

  “I’ll make it in before morning. I might indulge in a little morning snack before coming into the office.”

  Airla giggled as he beamed. Every connotation was salacious, it’s as if they were toying with me. Anyone else would mind it…

  I was aroused by it.

  5:15 PM

  Workdays always ended at 5 pm for Kazu. He believed in proper work life balance and would drop everything as soon as time came. It was respectable of him, assuring all of Naga Inc employees did the same; leaving us as the last remaining few to exit the building. With two cars waiting for us outside, Kazu took Airla by her hand, leaving Nai and I to stand to the side as they whispered to each other.

  “You look flustered, Kentaro. Has Airla enticed you that much?”

  “She’s done enough. I’ll tell you all about it when given the chance.”

  “Oh, don’t. I want the surprise myself.” Nai’s eyes were on Airla’s back as she spoke, narrowing them as she emphasized her desire. Airla really had enticed all of us to separate degrees. Kissing Kazu goodbye, Airla made her way to my side, taking my hand.

  “It’ll be us for the rest of the night. Kazu’s made arrangements for a private shopping trip; gives us time to bond before our private dinner back at The Plaza.”

  “I’d thought we’d be bonding at home.”

  “Trust me, you’ll be glad I booked that suite. Now come along, Kurenai. We have things to attend to.”

  “Sir.” Kurenai nodded, smiling at me as she turned on her heels. “Enjoy your night, you two.” A quick wink and a smile as she entered the car after Kazu. Kazu’s eight followed right along in their truck, leaving me with sole protection of his woman.

  Airla squeezed my hand as the warmth of the car waited for us, the same endearment she showed Kazu these past few hours all for me to enjoy. She was rather petite in my hand as I caressed her cheek.

  “You know, we’ve spent all these hours together and I’ve yet to know what your lips feel like. I feel a little robbed.”

  “I didn’t want to impose on your mission to acquaint yourself with my cock, I can absolutely attend to that desire now if you’d like.”

  “I would, very much so.”

  Her smaller stature was something I wasn’t used to, both Kurenai and Kazu had considerable height to them, so I never felt the difference. But with her, I felt like a giant protecting his treasure, pulling her for one of the many kisses I planned on giving her tonight. Her lips were pillow-like and a wonder to kiss, my interest increasing as I parted her lips with my tongue, a small bite and giggle from her. Her body pressed closer to me as the boisterousness of the city quieted down and I focused on her. Even as we pulled back, it was still silent. Our breaths synchronized as we kept our eyes to the ground.

  Why did I want to give her the world I couldn’t? Why did I want to bend to whatever request she had of me, no questions asked? Why did I feel the need to devote myself to her just like I did with Kazu?

  “Let’s get on with the rest of our night, mi principessa.”

  A pet name, solely for her.

  My princess felt fitting, I wanted to be her loyal equerry.

  ??

  I found myself modeling a rather risqué piece of lingerie as Ken sat on the satin couch, glass of champagne in his hand. Kazu didn’t mention that the shopping trip he had in store was just for me to get pieces for him —or Ken to pull off. Either way, I didn’t mind. I loved feeling Ken’s eyes on me as I looked at myself in the mirror. The piece I had chosen left little to the imagination, with ivory floral embroidery on a nude tulle background. The cutouts were meant to highlight the best parts of me that I know had Ken enticed in curiosity.

  He sipped on his champagne slowly, our eyes meeting as I held my breasts and pressed them together. I needed to see how well this bra kept my girls in. Ken’s phone pinged, his attention focused on it for a moment. Taking another sip of his drink, he looked up to me.

  “Kazu would like photos. He said it would help him tonight with his…errand.”

  “Go on, take as many as you’d like.” I held my hair up as I heard the click of his phone, the need to pose taking over me as I made sure to arch my back and make my ass look even better in the thong I was wearing. A few more clicks and the pics were sent, a few pings coming in after each other.

  “He’s very fond of the set. Might be his favorite one yet.”

  “It’s the first I’ve tried, let me at least try the other ones before he makes such a solid decision.”

  The next one I had picked up brought a smile to my face. It was the kind of bra that was open; leaving my breasts and nipples exposed. Matching the accompanying thong, I turned around, hands on my breasts to cover my modesty.

  “Oh that’s an interesting set. Kazu will absolutely love it, may I?”

  I nodded, keeping my hands on my breasts. Ken’s phone pinged again, his eyes widening. Probably a request from Kazu.

  “He wants to see the brassiere.”

  “Tell him there’s not much to see.”

  “That’s the point. Hands off.” He directed my hands off with a wave of his finger, the cold air of the air conditioned room causing a reaction from me. Ken smirked as he took the picture, a quick text included. A slight shift of his seat, I could tell that following Kazu’s requests had him excited.

  “What’d he say?”

  “He wants you to wear that to ride him. Said he’d love to see your breasts bounce in it.”

  “Would he be okay with my bouncing on you? I’d hate to make him wait for such an easy request.”

  “Would you like me to ask him?”

  “Mhm. It gives me a chance to slip into something different.” I left him with that task as I changed again, this time a halter top bodysuit. Imagination was far gone, so I made no face to the sheerness of the material and the fact that it rode up so high that my pussy was barely covered. Turning around again, Ken sighed, hand to mouth as he sat forward and focused on me.

  “How about this one?” I posed again, hand slowly trailing up my thigh as I awaited his answer.

  “It’s a shame, really.”

  “How come?”

  “Kazuhito might not get a chance to see this one.”

  ??

  I abhorred when Kazu was right. I thought I had some sense of control of my own life, even with my devotion. But all it took was this 5’7, dark ebony beauty for me to realize that no, I did not have control. That no, even for how outstanding I tried to be, I was nothing but an ostentatious man with the same desires as every other man on this planet.

  I could attest to this by how I looked down at her as she had my cock in her mouth yet again, this time in the shower. We had a rather quick dinner, the food barely touched as neither of us had food in mind. She wanted her mouth to be busy, so I obliged with her request. Kazu’s private dinner included a private suite at The Plaza, so I followed quietly behind her as she led me to our hotel room and straight to the bathroom. It was astounding how quickly I followed her orders to undress and get comfortable, allowing her to douse me in warm water and have me sit back in the shower as she gratified her desires. I groaned as she took me back deeper, pushing my wet hair out of my face with one hand as the other held her wet locks.

  I wasn’t aware of how crass I could be with her yet, the little that I showed in that office was just the tip of the iceberg. I wanted to be however she wanted me to be, whether that be rough or gentle. Pulling back, she looked up at me as she continued pleasuring me.

  “Please don’t hold back, okay? I want to experience every version of you tonight.”

  “There’s only so…many versions of me.” I hesitated, my mind and body occupied with the actions of her hand and not her mouth.

  “Give me the version that Kazu and Kurenai get. Whether he’s a little meaner or not.”

  I raised my brow at her request. The familiarity she expected from me was strange given we’ve only known each other 4 days at most. Yet, I felt like she deserved it. Why? Not a clue. Her presence in my life, in Kazu’s life, it had meaning. She was meant to change the trajectory of my feelings, emotions, thoughts. I was meant to protect her just as much as I did Kazu. I might even be meant to love her just as much.

  Shaking the thought of love from my brain, I gripped her throat slowly; her eyes focused on me as I approached her ear.

  “This version of me wants you to go be a good girl and go back to the task at hand.”

  “I can do that.”

  She followed her order well, her warm mouth engulfing me again. I never analyzed when someone pleasured me, I just sat back and enjoyed it as one should. But this time around, I was focused. I was focused on every single moan, suck, lick and otherwise. She was attentive with my cock, her mouth and hands working together to tend to every inch of me. Even the tiny scratches she’d leave as she took me deeper felt exhilarating. I was slowly becoming possessive over someone who wasn’t meant to be mine. By this point, I was desperate. I needed to know how she sounded, how she felt. What had Kazu so fucking impassioned. Gripping her locks, I pulled her back abruptly, a slight whimper from her. Standing up, I shut off the shower and picked her up right after. Holding on to me, I was glad the master bath was connected to the bedroom, giving me the chance to toss her small frame on the bed, pulling her to the edge of the bed and finally, after so damn long, getting in between the warmth that excited Kazu and every other man, woman or person she’s ever laid with.

  What bliss. She was warm, wet, sweet. Well groomed and soft. She smelled exquisite too, almost addictively so. With an arched back, I finally got to hear what her moan sounded like…

  Who wouldn’t break a fucking neck for her?

  The sweetest, most melodic sound as my tongue familiarized itself with her cunt. Every single groove of her was greeted by the wetness and eagerness of my mouth, her whimpered moan accompanying furrowed brows and a flushed face as we finally met eyes while I devoured her. Those brown orbs of hers burned into me as I kept on, the bite of her lip as I kept going, getting my fill of her essence until I felt satisfied.

  She came on my tongue, the perfect arch as she tried yanking me off. But no, I wasn’t placated. I wanted more. Holding her legs open, I introduced my fingers, one at a time; no need for haste.

  “You’re soaking, dear. Are you truly that in heat for me?”

  “Mhm. I’ve been…thinking about it…all fucking day.” No hesitation in her admittance, she wanted to leave no cluelessness when it came to what she wanted, a commendable attribute to have, truly.

  “Is that so?” I slowed my fingers, the wetness not holding off as she got needier, hips grinding as she tried —and succeeded to get off again.

  “Y-yes, fuck! Please fuck me, please please please.” She begged for me, her hands clawing at me as I lingered by her entrance, the excitement crawling up my back as my curiosity didn’t need to take a month, week or year to be satisfied. I had claim to her as much as Kazu did. She was to call my name just as she would his.

  “Oh, fuck.” I grunted, the tightness of her cunt causing the heat in my veins to burn. She felt different than any other woman I’ve ever laid with, how her small frame shook as I fucked her with tenancy. I wanted to hear my name. I wanted to call for me even as Kazu fucked her. I wanted to bend a knee to whatever she asked of me, even if there was nothing but sex in return. I wanted her to use me if that meant I got to remain close to her.

  ??

  10:35 PM

  I stood facing the window, a drag of my cigarette as I rolled my neck; the sound of a golf club thwarting a body filling in the between the sounds of taunting men. Kurenai came to me, her leather gloves hand wet with blood.

  “They’re trying to hold off, but Roku’s gut punch might have them breaking soon.” She leaned over for a drag of my cigarette, I placed it in her mouth, the cherry of the cigarette illuminating her face.

  “I don’t see why they’re holding on to telling us who was behind this. I can only make so many fuckin’ assumptions.”

  “Would make sense as to why Nagatsuchi-Sama himself asked you to intervene.”

  “I would much rather be doing other things, but it seems this is my curse to bear.” I sighed, I really would have rather been doing other things, Ken usually could stand in for me with my father’s blessing but if I wanted a comfortable polyamorous relationship with Ken, I had to allow him the time he needed to familiarize himself with Airla. Kurenai was to receive the same opportunity, of course.

  Looking over my shoulder, our culprit spit at the ground; his eyes staring angrily at me, as if I had done him something wrong and not him interjecting with my business. Just the thought of a lackey almost succeeding chilled me to my bones and pissed me off, which only meant one thing.

  Release the anger.

  Release it however you please, I was told.

  Closing the space between the lead culprit and I, I grabbed him by his collar; a few swift punches to the face without warning, no time to catch his breath…

  Crunch. Blood. Crunch.

  “I have a few more punches in me before I throw your ass in the Hudson River. Speak.”

  “No, you half breed twit! You’d have to kill me!” He spit blood at me, a bit of it getting on my face. Grinning, my canine teeth glared through. Closing up on him, I grabbed his face, my face losing all emotion soon after.

  “You say that like I’m not opposed to it.”

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  11:19 PM

  I needed a break, not him. Why do I say that? Because he’d been the only man to prod my fucking g-spot so well that I was shuddering in his arms, my face flushed as I looked back at myself in the mirror. Ken and I shared a look, his lips on my neck soon after.

  “Tell me to stop if you want.” He whispered, biting my ear as he slowly pushed in again; every inch of him making me shudder yet again. I could see he was soaked with me, not an inch dry. I thought Kazu had put in the work in terms of satisfaction, but Ken? Sex was exhilaratingly different with him. His larger frame engulfed me in protection, his devout nature shining through from the way he made me come on his tongue multiple times to the way I had left multiple wet spots on the bed from the times he’d make me explode like a damn faucet.

  No man had made me squirt like that before.

  Not even Kazu.

  I understood why Kazu was the way he was about Ken, why Kurenai accepted a sexual relationship with him just to have him. Ken was truly a beast in bed, even for as inhibited and quiet he portrayed himself to be. He made me feel small in the best way, I truly felt like a princess next to him. This whole time, I could have told him to stop, but no…I didn’t want him to. I wanted to keep feeling him damn near by my kidneys. I wanted Kazu to possibly walk in and watch us in action. I wanted him to know, to see, how much of a whore I was for his best friend as I was for him.

  “N-no, you still…have to…send…Kazu a…picture…” I gasped, my hands around his neck as he continued to bounce me on his cock, my back sticky with his sweat and mine.

  “I don’t think I’ll do that right now, you’re to belong to me for the night.” Again, up…down, squeeze…release. I could feel the tears at the edge of my eyes. This was the ecstasy they talked about. This was also the greed they spoke about, the way it engulfs you and leaves you wanting for more than you can handle. His refusal to follow an order sucked me in, the need to beg him even more. He was willing to refuse an order for me. He was willing to be reprimanded just to be with me.

  How could I not accept Kazu’s secret?

  I couldn’t be without this, even if I tried.

  ??

  5:54 AM

  She snored softly as I sat by the window. Rest not something I need as much given my affinity for silence during hours of slumber. Even after spending however many hours with — and inside of her, I barely felt the need to sleep. I analyzed everything about her, from the slight stretch marks she had on the side of her derrière to the length of her meticulously painted nails. I could watch her exist every day of my life.

  I was a little surprised. It took me years to admit my feelings about Kurenai; yet for Airla? Apparently that had a possibility of occurring much faster than need be. Why? She wasn’t meant to be mine, she never was going to be, so why? Tousling in her sleep a bit, she blinked at me a few times before giving me a tender smile and falling back to sleep.

  Standing up, I headed for the living room, the sound of an opening door causing me to do so. Kazu and Nai greeted me, shadows under their eyes after a long night.

  “There’s my favorite long haired beast of a man, how was your night? How’s my lady?” Kazu was weirdly cheerful for someone who had spent a majority of his night committing violence. Pulling his shirt out of his slacks, he began unbuttoning what I could assume was a bloodied shirt; the dried blood by cheek giving that away.

  “It was fine. She’s…fine.” I wanted to tell him she was magnificent. I wanted to boast about her crying for me as I caused her to burst over and over again, but no. That was uncouth. Fine was more than…enough.

  “Fine is such a boring adjective, Kentaro. Either give me details or give me none at all.”

  “I haven’t slept. Forgive me for the small talk.”

  “I’m joking, man. So damn serious all the time. Anyways, I’m jumping in the shower, I need to be fresh for my woman!” He grinned, heading towards the bathroom as he pulled the rest of his clothes off. Nai took a seat next to me, her shirt unbuttoned as she sat back.

  “Are you not telling him for the surprise element or because of something else?”

  “Nothing else, Nai. I just want to keep this private for now.”

  “She blew your mind and stole your heart, didn’t she?”

  I looked down, I wasn’t going to answer her of all people. I would rather escape.

  “I’m going to bed, see you later.”