8:15 AM, March 22nd, 20XX

  Kazu, Ken, Kurenai and I stood in the elevator. After a rather fun weekend, I had said my goodbyes to Asha and my call girl job with no regrets or guilt. It helped that I was also fucked mercilessly the way I had asked, so overall? Great weekend. Kazu’s hand was in mine as the floors passed by, a clearing of his throat to break the silence.

  “So, baby girl. Since we’ve now made our relationship official, what’s the deal on our living situation?”

  “What deal does there need to be on that specific situation?” I asked, not fully understanding his question.

  “I would rather wake up with you than without. I know it’s a big step given that we’ve only known each other 3 weeks, but after these 2 days of having you wake up in my arms; I’d rather not go back.”

  Ken interjected, getting in the middle of us. “It also gives us peace of mind as word gets around of your relationship. Won’t be too long before Kazu’s adversaries try to cross a line I hope they don’t cross.” He stood back, giving me a chance to take that in. He was right, being Kazu’s girlfriend did come with its issues; given that I had already came in close contact with one, who's to say I wouldn’t again? Who’s to say I wouldn’t have to defend myself in the future? Waking up with him did seem like the best choice. My independence, though. It was so tied to my apartment, leaving that would be leaving a part of myself.

  “If it helps, I can buy out your apartment so you always have a place to go back to. I understand the pride of having something for yourself.” Kazu tenderly smiled, a tuck of my hair as we arrived on his floor. I was happy he wasn’t expecting an answer right away, it was absolutely something I needed to sit and think about.

  Greeted by Judy, she jumped up from her seat once she noticed us, a folder in her hand as she came to Kazu’s side. “Good morning sir. I have a few signatures that I need from you and also, Ryoma is in your office; something about your father.”

  “Mm. Thank you, Judy.” Kazu pursed his lips, Ken sighed. Must be someone important if it regards his father. Walking into the office, we were greeted by a rather slender man in a black suit. With spiked black hair and deadpan eyes, his beautiful Romanesque nose was what really caught my attention. He was sitting by Kazu’s desk, a trail of smoke coming from him as his cigarette lingered in his hand.

  “There’s the man I’ve been waiting for.”

  “Did not expect to see you here on a Monday morning.”

  “Well after the lengthy notice I was given, I would’ve been here sooner had you not gone on your little tropical escape.”

  “Well I implore you to say what you need to say so you can head back home.”

  “I won’t be going anywhere until she has a team.” He pointed his cigarette at me, his expression unchanging.

  “She has a name, why don’t you ask for it instead of pointing?” Kazu rolled his eyes, going for his seat behind his desk. Ryoma, as his name turned out to be, turned around and bowed, a much different approach than I was used to.

  “I apologize.” He stood straight, those eyes of his fitting his monotone voice. “My name is Ryoma Nagayoshi. Long time accountant to the Nagatsuchi Family.”

  “No need to hide who you are, Ryoma. Tell her all your titles.”

  “Is that necessary? It would change very little.”

  “I doubt my father ever gets questioned when he demands something.”

  “I’m also head of security to Kazuhiro and Sophia Nagatsuchi, Kazu’s parents.”

  I raised my brow as I nodded, surprised. Ryoma didn’t look like one to fight, I could hardly imagine him as a head of security, I also didn’t imagine for me to be entangled with a Yakuza Boss, so anything was possible.

  “Pleasure to meet you. So…what’s this about needing a team?”

  “Given that you’re now involved publicly with Kazuhito, it won’t be too long until someone tries to use you as collateral. You’ve already crossed paths with Ikuto, he won’t be the only one nor is he the last one.”

  “Kazu wasn’t kidding when he said that his family was aware of me already.”

  “We were aware from the moment you stepped through our doors, we take protection of our next heir very seriously. Safe to say we need to also take his future bride’s safety into account.”

  “Ryoma.” Kazu spoke through gritted teeth, my face probably giving away the reason for his reaction. I was cool with being called a girlfriend, the prospect of marriage was great; doesn’t mean I was ready for it yet. I barely knew Kazu as a person, for as much as I’m fascinated with him. I wanted to get to know him even more before I even mustered the thought of calling him my husband.

  “Was calling her your future bride incorrect? Feels like the proper terminology.”

  “Move on.” He demanded, his attention still on his paperwork. I found it endearing honestly. Ryoma sighed, his attention back to me. “Anyways, my wife will be in to showcase her array of people, being connected to both the FBI and MI6 gives us a very large pool to choose from.”

  “I hate to ask, but how intertwined is your family to government agencies? To be able to choose from the same pool that the president or prime minister does is very…surprising.”

  “Baby girl, all of these governments are corrupted. My family keeps itself safe by following said corruption. Ryoma’s wife was a gifted child growing up, the orphanage she came from shaped some of the UK’s best minds.”

  “Her mind was shaped by that lone letter detective that made waves in Japan all those years ago. So safe to say she’s a magnificently quick thinker.” Ryoma spoke fondly of his wife, his finger over his silver band that represented his love for her. “With that said, you’re in great hands when it comes to getting you the protection you need.”

  “Is this not a bit much? I don’t know how I feel about going from being alone to having a team of men watching my every move.”

  “You have a choice between men, women and nonbinary folks if that’s your preference.” Ryoma assured me, finally pressing his cigarette into the ashtray.

  “That’s great to hear, but what about my privacy?”

  “What about it? It would stay unchanged. You do realize that we’ve left and come back into the country and you didn’t realize that my 8 were with me the whole time? I value privacy, Elion is very aware. It would be the same for you, baby girl.” Kazu sat back, a slight creak of his chair. I raised my brows in response, fighting it was worthless. This is what came with being his woman. It was a change that I was not unfamiliar to as my father would keep an eye on me in Brazil, but just not one I was so happy to accept. This was different, I saw the ire that Ikuto had for Kazu, you could cut it with a blunt knife. Which was very telling given the accessibility that Ikuto had to weapons, same with Kazu.

  This wasn’t a movie. It was my literal life.

  I did need the protection, the watchful eye and obsession.

  My life literally depended on it.

  I sighed, looking at my hands first to truly take it in. I can still be an artist. It would never be taken from me. Now it was time to be what I told Ken to his face and what I wanted from the moment I crossed paths with Kazu.

  A kept woman.

  A protected woman.

  “Alright. Do I least get a say in who gets to follow me around?”

  “Of course darling. You’ll have a say in everything from how they’re named to how they walk to how they address you. I can assure that they’ll be no burden at all.” A warmth radiated from him as he smiled, everything around him somehow becoming blurred as I focused on him. Was this the life I imagined? No. Only DAYS ago, I was sitting here looking at him as a stranger, less than a month later, I’m looking at him with love in my eyes and heart.

  Eleven fucking days and I was devoted to this man as if I known him years. Anyone else would think I was crazy, my parents probably would think the same, but the way I just wanted to engulf him and protect him with every inch of my life was consuming. Who was I without Kazu by my side? I don’t know, nor did I care. I didn’t want that version of me to ever exist. I really hope this wasn’t all just a sick dream that I was having a hard time waking up from.

  ??

  10:32 AM;

  Airla had gone downstairs to do the actual job she was going to be paid to do. In that time, it gave me time to do what I wanted to do in regards to her apartment. I wasn’t going to take her independence away, no. I never wanted to do anything to anger her. Instead, I was just going to buy the apartment building in her name and have her — and her neighbors pay into an account that would ultimately benefit her in the long run. I knew the complications of being with someone like me, the fear. I wanted to give her a chance to escape if she ever needed to. Even if that hurt me in the end, I rather her happiness than my own.

  Ryoma sat across from me as I went through the rest of the paperwork, the folder that Judy had in her possession earlier now in front of me. Not only did it have the deed of the building, but also the paperwork to an offshore account that I also had placed in Airla’s name for the future. With a flicker of his lighter and a sigh, Ryoma’s brown-black eyes bore into me.

  “You’re doing an awful lot for a woman you just met. Buying the building, okay. A Swiss bank account she’s not even aware of? A bit much.”

  “What I chose to do with the money I’ve made for this family is none of your concern, Ryoma.” I rolled my eyes as I held them to the paper. I didn’t need the reprimanding from someone who answered to me.

  “When I’m the accountant to the family, yes. It is my concern. How am I to explain to your father that you have $11 million dollars just sitting in a bank for this woman? Also why eleven?”

  “We met on the eleventh. Felt fitting. On the basis of telling my father, tell him exactly that. I have $11 million dollars sitting in a Swiss bank account for my girlfriend of eleven days.”

  “And what am I to do if he has a less than favorable reaction?”

  “Tell him that I’m only abiding by what he asked of me. Take care of her, right? This is me, taking care of her. Besides, just like you take care of your wife, I am taking care of my future one.”

  “Don’t mention my wife, Kazuhito. You know how I feel about it, given your history.”

  I chuckled, he scoffed. His wife and I did have a history, one he wasn’t fond of, but a history nonetheless. When I couldn’t be the man for Elion, I introduced her to Ryoma and well, they hit it off. I remember something about his intelligence being the reason for her attraction. “No need to carry jealousy, Ryoma. My interest for Elion has long sailed…” The door opened, the woman in mention stepping through them. With a raise of my brow, I darted my eyes to Ryoma. “…I can’t say for Airla, though.”

  “Kazuhito, if that painting beauty downstairs is who I’m responsible for building a team for, I might ask to be a part of the team myself.” Elion strolled in, the celadon eyes that I remembered looking back at me. For all his jealousy, Ryoma had more than enough reason to be. She was gorgeously dark, with long locs of brown-black hair. She had taken the time to place little gold trinkets in said hair, a small red jeweled one was still there, a small evidence that we always had love for each other.

  My attraction for her not only came because of her looks, but for the overall intelligence that the woman possessed. Her closeness to that one letter detective back home was not something to take lightly. Had the case that killed him been solved before hand, Elion would’ve eventually taken his mantle just the same. So the connections I had in the police agency in Japan went extremely deep, all thanks to her.

  “You’re always welcome to join the team if mother allows it.” I gave her a smile as she took a seat next to her husband, their hands interlocking once she was comfortable. She pursed her lips, a snort after.

  “Sophia Nagatsuchi letting me go for anything is a joke in itself. Besides, she’s distractedly beautiful. Either I would either break someone’s neck for bumping into her or I might ask to join your little fun time.” She bit the tip of her tongue, a sigh from Ryoma as she did. Our history never included groups, but she was quick to point out my interactions with Ken and Kurenai, so I could say there was a certain curiosity that she possessed about it.

  “I appreciate your tenacity for wanting to break someone’s neck for her. That’s why you’re the best.”

  “I got a quick rundown of her, but do tell me what you want for her.”

  “Exactly what I have. 8 dedicated people focused on one thing and one thing alone, keeping her safe. I’m sure she’ll prefer to not be followed around closely, so make it work so she doesn’t feel suffocated.”

  “On the basis of Ikuto, what are my people to do in case she comes in contact with him now? I was told she had already?”

  A slight twitch of the lip. That was something I hadn’t digested since hearing about it. It was nothing I could blame her about, it was a job, it was forced on her. But…he still had something over me. He still had touched my woman in the most intimate way he possibly could. Airla was always going to be in the middle now; who knows how he’d act next time. “If he keeps it cordial, so do they. If not, stun him and I will deal with the fallout.”

  “Kazu, you know my people are meant to be lethal. With the amount of protection you’re bestowing on this woman so early on, it’ll get around that she’s worth something to you. They’ll be forced to take action sometimes, I hope you’re aware.”

  “Then do so away from her. If it comes down to having to kill to keep her safe, make it so she’s in the comfort of my arms beforehand.” Anyone else was free range. Yes, there was an agreement to not raise tensions with the Sadanaga clan exclusively given our status, all the other families? They knew their places and they certainly weren’t protected by the same respect. If they had to kill the lowly son of a family for causing Airla duress in any way, so be it. Some wars needed to be caused and won, especially for a woman like her.

  “And if you’re indisposed?” A valid question to ask, I wouldn’t always be there to comfort her if things went to shit. From the little I’ve taken from Airla, her comfort was very connected to her sexual needs, it wouldn’t be lawless of her to need more than just protection. I had a woman with an immense sex drive, I had to account for that. “If Ken or Kurenai are available, you let them handle it.”

  “And if they’re indisposed?” Through questioning, even the smallest detail mattered. They would be with me in these situations, I couldn’t imagine stepping away to satiate Airla’s carnal desires during times of distress, even though I know Ken and Kurenai would not hesitate to follow orders, it wasn’t something I should expect from them.

  “On the basis of protection, I know you’d step in, Elion. My next request would need the support of both you and Ryoma.” My hands went to my face, my eyes to the couple before me. They were a truly good looking pair, Elion with her celadon eyes and glistening skin, a life of a woman well cared for. Even for all his pessimistic energy, Ryoma was still a handsome son of a gun. The nose really did it for him, I was aware of this given Elion’s fascination with it during the early stages of their relationship. “I ask you both to step in, emotionally, mentally, physically.”

  “You say physically, that has such a broad meaning, Kazuhito. Especially with you.”

  “I’ll be crass if you want me to, Elion. Just ask.”

  Elion smirked, she knew exactly where I was. Our history was very…active. I had too many stories of us causing the glass of my car to fog up after a job. There was a certain adrenaline you’d gain after committing such an act, sex was the best and quickest release. “Now, Kazu baby, don’t make me have to beg.”

  “Elion, I’m right here.” Ryoma butted in, not of jealousy of course. He went with whatever she wanted, happy spouse, happy house I’d heard him say. “Baby, shut the fuck up. You saw that woman, don’t ruin this for me.”

  “Me?”

  “Us, baby. A slip of the tongue. Anyways, you were saying Kazu?”

  “If my girl wants you to fuck her, I implore you. Fuck her.” Ryoma turned bright red, my implication was clear. Elion’s grin grew, damn near rivaling Cheshire Cat. She pointed to her husband, another bite of that tongue. “He gets to do the fucking, right?”

  “Elion…!”

  “She likes to be carried, I hope he can handle that.”

  “Once again, I’m right here!”

  ??

  11:43 AM;

  I found myself well distracted with the smell and smoothness of paint. I had decided to work on the mural in parts, breaking it down by four sections for each man I was meant to paint. I was still at Kazumasa, Kazu’s great-great grandfather, knowing the extent of my future with his family; I took my time, painting the flowers around him that Kazu had asked for.

  “Camellia Japonica. Kazu was absolutely behind the foundation of this project, huh?” A rather rounded voice took me out of my trance, my interest perking up as soon as I noticed who the voice belonged to. “Mhm, he’s rather fond of the flower.”

  “Oh I know. I was there when he decided to add them to his array of artwork on his arms. Elion Nagayoshi, a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” She had the same commanding presence that Kurenai did, a slight difference really coming down to their voices and faces. I chuckled as I stepped down from the ladder, Hachi shooting up from his seat to help me safely. “Nagayoshi, I’m assuming you’re Ryoma’s wife?”

  “In the flesh. Ryoma couldn’t help but shoot me a text message to tell me how pretty you were. I’m glad to know he was right on the money.” My cheeks heated up, oh she was quick. Very different from her spouse. I had the assumption that Ryoma wasn’t fond of me, but I was wrong. “He certainly didn’t give that off. Very monotone individual.”

  “Oh, I’m highly aware. He’s smart and has a big dick, I can do the monotony.” She grinned, hand on her hip as her hair jingled. “Anyways, I’m tasked with taking you to lunch. I need to know what kind of team to assemble you.”

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  “Look at me, so lucky to be taken out to lunch by various people. Will Kazu or Ryoma join us?”

  “Mm, they can. I can always convince Ryoma since he usually likes to have lunch alone. It gives us time to spend alone before getting home to our babies.”

  “Oh. That’s precious. Babies. More than two I guess?”

  “Just two. We got lucky with twins. It was a quick decision to get snipped up to prevent anymore. Two and done is more than enough for me.” I smiled as she followed me to the restroom to wash my hands. It was refreshing to have someone with their mind set in regards to children, that would come in handy in the future. “Besides, it’s not smart for a couple involved in the Yakuza to have so many kids, the potential of leaving them alone is so high, two guarantees that they’ll have each other.”

  “Mm.” I gave her a small response to acknowledge that I was listening and attentive, but the pointing out of being a Yakuza, the chance of death at any corner, it was terrifying, not something I wasn’t willing to handle. But given the amenities I would get, death just didn’t sound as scary anymore. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind as I chose my team, which by the way; how do I go about that?”

  “Oh my favorite part. Tell me what you want and I’ll give you exactly that.” She grinned as she held the door open for me, while not much taller than me; Elion still held a commanding presence that assured me more than enough that she was the right one for the job. Coming out of the bathroom, we were greeted by Kazu and Ryoma, hands in pockets as they waited for us. I received a trademark smile from my own, Elion received a gentle one and a hold of the hand.

  “Can I have a team of women? I do feel the most protected around one of my own.” I blurted out, the need to have an all female presence suddenly necessary.

  “Oh course, Kazu’s mother has a majority female security detail, it’s not impossible.” Elion spoke with a wave of her hand. “But my real questions are, do you want them to speak a certain language? A certain dialect? It sounds insane the way I’m selling it, but you truly can build your dream team.”

  “Dream team sounds a bit facetious, don’t you think?”

  Kazu chuckled after directing the driver, a pat on my thigh as he turned to me. “Baby, nothing in this life is facetious. Dream away.”

  12:48 PM

  We were well into lunch as I did exactly what Kazu asked of me, dreamed up my security detail. I had chosen for it to consist of 8 black women from different parts of the world, with language skills that not only benefit them, but myself. I’d never be left out of the blue if I always had a translator on hand. They were to be versed in some kind of combat, so I left that Elion and Kazu, who both turned out to be very knowledgeable marksmen with vast experience in weapons. Not surprising given the family front.

  Ryoma and I quietly chewed our food as our respective partners spoke, his eyes staring at his wife endearingly. It was nice to see displays of love openly with individuals that walked such dark paths of life. From Kazu and I to Ken and Kurenai to Ryoma and Elion; I was surrounded by love, something I knew dearly. Anyone else would think they’d be in constant danger, not I. I was the safest I’d ever be.

  “Baby, stop staring. You know how I feel about that.” Elion muttered as her eyes stayed on Kazu, a smile on her face.

  “You’re a nice sight to look at while eating, forgive me.”

  “I’m aware, doesn’t mean I want you to stare. Why not stare at Airla’s pretty face instead? You sounded very enthusiastic about her. Should I let her know about the rest of your text?” Ryoma sat up straight, his cheeks quickly turning red. I couldn’t help but giggle. Elion took a piece of his food, a big smile on her face as she chewed.

  “Don’t leave me hanging, what did he say about my girl?” Kazu spoke up, a sip from his drink and a mischievous smile after. His Yakuza side was creeping out, color me intrigued.

  “Now that’s not necessary, please.” Ryoma furrowed his brow, slightly concerned that he might’ve offended Kazu.

  “Oh come on, baby! You only made my getting here even more exciting once you informed me of a certain quality of hers. It’s only right she knows, especially given the other thing we spoke about. And don’t worry, Kazu. It’s nothing bad.”

  “So then what did he say?” I asked sternly, my eyes on Ryoma first before darting to Elion.

  “…I…um, said you had a great ass.”

  “Oh. Thank you. That’s…tame.”

  “Ryoma…” Elion took another bite of her meal. It was evident who ran the home.

  He sighed, a slight roll of his eyes. “I also said it was the kind of ass I’d like to bite.”

  “Oh. That’s still pretty tame, Ryoma. I’ve had men say worse things.” Truly a tame and innocent thing to say, I was very aware of the attention my backside bestowed me. It was a blessing, never a curse. Having yet another handsome guy tell me he’d like to mess with me obviously catered to my praise kink.

  “I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about this before in my office, Ryoma. I would’ve passed over your message to Airla in advance.”

  “Well she knows now, can we please move past it?”

  “What about the other thing you spoke about in Kazu’s office? Don’t think I didn’t catch that.”

  Elion chuckled, a shift in the energy between us. I was due to expect something perverse, I always did. I was aware of my effect on people, I was just shown concrete proof; who wouldn’t be a little cocky? “I see why you like her, Kazu. She’s savvy.”

  “Oh she’s more exquisite than you think. Last time I saw Ryoma this flustered was on your wedding day. Safe to say she has the same effect on him as she did on me.” The effect Kazu was talking about? Ryoma’s sheer inability to look up at me or anyone as his face was beet red. I was highly flattered at his juvenile response, scooting over to him I looked to Elion first for permission, a nod of her head giving me the opportunity to lift Ryoma’s chin and smile at him.

  “It’s okay if you think I’m pretty, I think you’re pretty handsome yourself. Also, on the subject of biting me; if you let me ride your face, I’d more than allow you to bite away.”

  Elion squealed, a clap of her hands as she grinned. “Oh, I really like her!”

  ??

  2:21 PM;

  It was truly her intense sexual urges that drew me to her. The shamelessness that she carried in privacy was just the tip of the iceberg. Her willingness to pretty much try anything had me placing ideas of engagement rings on a mental note. Was I smitten? Oh fucking absolutely. Did I want anyone else? Not at all. Now I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m ready to profess my love to this woman, well…

  How do you not fall in love with a woman who has you sit across from her as she makes out with one of your ex lovers? I by no means initiated anything, Airla just happened to compliment Elion right after expressing her desires to her husband and well, Elion was for anything that helped her learn Airla in more ways than one. So in that, both Ryoma and I were audience to two gorgeous ebony women free from shame and restriction, simply enjoying themselves. Elion’s little reminiscent giggle assured me of that.

  I had decided to take an “extended” lunch, which was code word for not returning to the office. Ken’s annoyance was visible through text as he would be the one taking over, and maybe I was overthinking it, but it seemed like he was just a tad bit jealous too. Those periods after his sentences were much louder than usual. Either way, Naga Inc became a concern of the past as I tossed my phone and really enjoyed the sight. I almost wanted to get greedy and possessive, but I still needed to respect the other man in the room, regardless if I looked down at him.

  Speaking of the other man, Ryoma was visibly flustered, cheeks glowing bright vermillion as he grabbed at his tie, loosening it. With a bite of his lip, I couldn’t help but pat him on the back as I kept my focus on our women. “Now Ryoma, don’t look so flustered. You can’t be with a woman like Elion and get surprised at her little antics.”

  “I’m not surprised about her antics, Kazuhito. I’m aware of who I married.”

  “Then act like you’re getting a fantastic show instead of having such an infantile look on your face.”

  “Kazu, with all due respect, infantile is the last word you want to use when it comes to describing me.” He sat forward, a slight turn of his face as Elion moaned his name in between her kisses. Airla gave her time to breathe as she went for her neck, his name now clear as she reached for him from a distance. “Now, excuse me, my face has a date with your woman’s pussy.”

  I chuckled and laid back on the couch as he left my side, joining our women and soon having Airla’s petite frame straddle him. I knew there was a little unhinged motherfucker in Ryoma; he wouldn’t be married with kids to Elion if he wasn’t. I was truly in awe of it all, how quickly Airla was able to break down awkward barriers and jump straight into raw human emotion. It had only taken her hours to have me on my knees for her, now she has broken her own record by enticing a married couple to forgo responsibility in the middle of the day.

  She made it easy to be the rawest version of yourself.

  The voyeur in me was satiated beyond belief, my hand to my mouth as I watched Ryoma’s hand go up Airla’s back and hold her the same way I would. There was a certain gentleness that I carried Airla to, I was glad to see another man carry it just the same. There was not a twinge of jealousy as both Elion and I watched them get lost in their kiss for a few seconds longer, there was that familiarity again, it came easy when it was just us, now here it was sprouting beautifully.

  “Now Kazu, are you going to sit there and watch or are you going to join us? It’d be a damn shame to not include the one who ties us all together.” Elion purred, her hand still on her husband as she addressed me.

  “I can do without for now. Besides, is there not a ride that my girl needs to take?” I purred back, my eyes on Airla as she pulled back from her kiss to look at me over her shoulder, those russet brown eyes of her drunk with indulgence.

  “Oh there is, I just want to take my time. We’re not due in Japan for the next 3 days, why…rush?” Ryoma’s shift of attitude was highly refreshing, I was getting over the flustered puppy bit.

  “…If there’s no rush then, could I get a minute to slip into something else? I want to look my best for Kazu.”

  “You’re fine either way, but please, anything that’ll make your ride a little more enjoyable.” Ryoma winked at her as he got a small grip of her ass, a chuckle from me as I absolutely preferred this version of him.

  “Perfect. Elion, join me please?” Airla asked sweetly, her hand out to take. Elion smiled, taking it and helping her up before they were soon out the room. Since the first night she had spent here, I had prepped my room and home for her eventual move in, a whole bespoke closet included. The only thing missing was giving her a key. Ryoma took a heavy sigh, adjusting himself as the front of his pants had gotten rather…tight.

  “You’re welcome to get comfortable too, Ryoma. I don’t expect you to do your best while wearing suit pants.”

  “You’re truly okay with all of this? With the potential of me literally but most definitely fucking your woman?” He went for his shirt, slowly unbuttoning as I got a peak of his undershirt.

  “If that’s what she wants, who am I to stop her? If I could somehow shrink the world and give it to her, I would.” A wave of my hand as I assured him, I was smitten, charmed, beguiled, all the fucking adjectives that felt right only because the only other one was too rushed.

  “Remind me again, eleven days?”

  “Eleven days. You’ll see what I mean once her mouth gets on you.”

  “Now don’t excite me that much, I only have so much energy.”

  “You’ll find energy you didn’t know you had. Take my word for it and just…enjoy.”

  ??

  3:05 PM;

  “Truly, what is your secret? To have Kazu, Ken, Kurenai and now Ryoma so enthralled, what magic do you possess?” Elion asked as stood by the closet doors, her white shirt unbuttoned and messily untucked as we ended up making out again before making it into the bedroom.

  “No magic, just honesty. I love sex. It’s a natural and very fun activity that I enjoy. Kazu just happens to let me indulge in said activity without shame. Everyone I’ve encountered have just been recipients of that freedom.” I slipped into a rather beautiful lace embroidered robe that left absolutely little to the imagination. I chose on going nude because really, I didn’t plan on staying clothed for too long. Elion crossed her arms as she cocked a brow, amused by my answer.

  “You’re a little nympho who just found her own satyromaniac." Only difference is, he won’t have to indulge in other women alone when he could just do it with you.”

  “Even if he did want to do it alone. I can do with watching, I can always get mine later.”

  “Yeah you two are the same person in different bodies, crazy. I wonder if you fuck the same too.” Elion chuckled, her shirt now completely off as I got a better look at her semi naked body. Her skin colored bra held her well endowed breasts, the smaller waist that followed decorated by a tattoo on her side. I had found out during lunch that Kazu and Elion had a history, a very sexually active history at that. But given the woman in front of me, I see why Kazu was enticed. Elion commanded whatever room she walked in, that attitude absolutely meshing into her sexual personality as she obviously held the ropes when it came to her husband. She very much looked like she liked to pull your hair and slap your fucking ass.

  “Well why don’t we go to our boys and see about that?”

  “Do me a favor?”

  “Sure.”

  “Help me get Ryoma off with that mouth of yours, he’s always wanted a double one.” I giggled, approaching her as I went for her slacks. I was more than happy to help a couple, regardless of their need for me or not. Taking her in for another kiss, we stood at the doors as our lips continued to discover each other. Soon enough, strong hands came around my waist as Ryoma came between us, a silk white robe adorning his peachy pink skin. Both Elion and I broke our kiss, minding ourselves with his muscular neck instead.

  “Ladies, please. There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

  “There is, but there’s only so many hours in a day to enjoy all of you.” Elion spoke in between kisses, I busied myself with his chest before taking a grip of his clothed bulge; a shame. I really wanted to feel what his cock felt like.

  “We can always ask for an extension…” A bite of his lip as he peeked at me, the grip around my waist tightening.

  “I’ll see about that, now come, baby. We’ve got a little treat for you.”

  “Don’t worry about that extension, I’ll handle it.” Kazu spoke from the hallway as he approached us, a cigarette in his mouth. His shirt was long gone, his beautifully tattooed skin making an appearance. “Now why don’t you show us what little treat you’re talking about?”

  3:36 PM;

  “Oh, babe…you shouldn’t have.” Ryoma uttered in a titillating grumble, one hand on his wife’s head as the other rested on mine. After pulling him into the bedroom, he was to sit back as we both got on our knees and serviced him. Kazu of course was in the audience, a smoke trail coming from him as he sat back and enjoyed the view. His willingness to sit back and let me indulge truly had me in awe; I wanted to serve him eternally if it meant that I continued to gain the freedom that he allowed me.

  I kept my eyes on Ryoma’s features when it was my turn to suck, those cheeks of his flushed red as he smirked slightly. The only thing distracting me was his equally beautiful wife who would come up for kisses every other second or two. I thought of Kazu and I as a married couple, would we indulge like this? Would we have other people join us besides Ken and Kurenai? I honestly wouldn’t mind it, who knows Kazu’s limits?

  Putting my focus back on Ryoma, he was just as hairless if not more so than both the men I had recently slept with; the tip of his dick much pinker than theirs. Still, he had enough length to satisfy my needy throat. My eyes were heavy as I took him back, a tender rub from him as his thin lips were red from biting and a small bead of sweat dripped down his hairline.

  “You look sufficiently satisfied, Ryoma. Do you understand the eleven days now?”

  “Y-yeah, I understand. S-shit.” His head fell back as he fell deeper under my mouthy spell, a grin on Elion’s face as she sucked his neck and chest, marking her territory while allowing me to mark my own. Coming up for breath, I looked back at Kazu, a smirk forming on my face as it pleased me how much he was enjoying himself. One hand busy with a cigarette, the other with his cock. I almost wanted to crawl to him and please him, but my ride, my damn…ride.

  “Ryoma, I’d like to ride your face now, please.” I asked with a honeyed voice, I was more than ready to finally feel the length on that nose in between my legs, but not only that, I also wanted to bring Kazu over the edge without a single touch. I was desperate for him to see me at my prettiest.

  “Well, come on up, sweetie. Babe, you keep that mouth of yours busy for me.” A slight command to his wife, a half smirk lighting her face as took over my spot and allowed me to finally mount her husband like I was dying to. Kind enough to have me face Kazu, I truly enjoyed being his center of attention. With a grip of my ass, Ryoma followed through on his promise; feasting on me as I grind on his face, the bridge of his nose rubbing my clit perfectly as I felt those honey colored eyes of my other half on me.

  His cigarette slowly burned as his cheeks flushed, the motion of his hand following the rocking of my hips; our bodies in unison regardless of space. “You look as beautiful as ever, baby girl. Keep riding his face like the good girl you are.” Oh, the praise I adored, the one that felt like a good grade from a handsome professor. I only wanted to keep showing off for him. I wanted to be the sexiest, happiest, most indulgent person…for him.

  ??

  4:38 PM;

  I was proud of my stamina and endurance, truly. Even as I got close to the finish, I somehow managed to pull myself back just to stay in the mix of Airla’s lead. Ryoma’s face was sufficiently soaked as she shuddered off him, his rather long tongue licking off the sweetness from his chin. He had a rather intoxicated grin on his face, as expected. Meeting eyes with Elion, he bent over to share a kiss with her; a moan from her as they shared the taste of Airla together.

  “Eleven days feels too long, Kazu.” Elion pulled back from Ryoma, pulling him with her to indulge in Airla again. Together, they learned where to touch, how to touch. As Ryoma found himself in between her legs again, Elion cared for her breasts, adorning her with kisses, bites and in-between. I was truly just an audience, my own pleasure taking a back seat as I stroked slower, my focus completely on her. The way she would moan, how her hair would cascade down the side of our bed, how the silk would lay so beautifully against her godly soft skin.

  I was trying — and failing to hide how I truly felt about Airla Moreno eleven days into knowing her.

  Even enthralled in the touch of two other human beings, she still looked out for me, her brown eyes still yearning for my touch. I would’ve held back had she not reached out for me and moaned my name softly.

  “Come satisfy your woman, Kazuhito.” Elion teased in a melodic voice, moving aside to let me get a full look of her gorgeous body in heat, her back arched off the bed as Ryoma fulfilled his duty again. Maybe he was due for a promotion, his talents were being wasted as a damn accountant.

  “You’re not the one I need to hear asking for me, Elion.” While appreciated, I needed that yearning from Airla’s voice alone. I wanted her to beg me, want me, need me. Even with the potential of another man fucking her silly, I still wanted her to want me.

  “Baby, please. My mouth is begging for a taste of you.” She begged, that flustered sweet face looking at me as she found reprieve from her orgasm. With a twinge of my cock, I was by her side; her warm mouth doing what she loved to do best. No sense of shame as she prepared herself for Ryoma, his excitement dripping.

  “What’s the protection protocol like? I’d really hate for this to squander our chances at this again.”

  I scoffed only to acknowledge his comment, my eyes strictly on Airla as she sucked with glee; confident enough to let me answer for her. “It’s fine, Ryoma. You’d think I’d allow Ken to indulge in her knowing otherwise?”

  “That is correct. Great to know…tru…ly. F…fuck.” That emphasis was music to my fuckin’ ears as I enjoyed my blowjob. Another man, intoxicated by her in the best way. The way his head fell back as he began to thrust was art all in itself, his wife’s hands soon wrapping around his chest as she enticed him further with her own touches. Airla’s commitment to keep me satisfied was beautiful too, the vibrations of her moans only working to my benefit. Interrupting her to hear that moan out loud, I held her by her face as she shook to Ryoma’s thrusts.

  “Aren’t you such a pretty little slut. Tell me, my love…how about we do a little replay of our little island getaway? Your moans were top tier.”

  “H-hold me while he…ah, fucks me…!”

  “Well, gladly, baby girl. It’s one of my favorite ways to hold you.”

  5:08 PM;

  I allowed Ryoma time to enjoy Airla’s warmth alone, his wife choosing to go down memory lane and suck my cock as Airla once did. Her skills, as good as I remember, the various office blowjobs a fun memory to look back on. When Elion would tire out, Airla would take over. Even as her body shook, she was still so fuckin’ attentive. I needed to praise her the best way I knew how; being inside her.

  “Ryoma, why don’t you help me sufficiently fuck her? You’ll be happy to hear that she’s very fond of being…filled up.”

  “Oh Airla, aren’t you just the nastiest little whore there is. Truly, I’m in awe.” Elion teased, that big grin back on her face. Airla giggled softly as saliva dripped down her chin, her hand still on me. “I told you, Elion. I love sex. Maybe after me, you’ll give me a show.”

  “I can always try.”

  “Oh no, babe. You’re doing.” Ryoma intervened, pulling out as he did. Airla had made a mess on him, evidence of a job well done. It was only going to be messier anyway.”I’ll help you out as soon as you help me.”

  “Then go on, Boss. Get your pretty lady ready for me.”

  As easily as it was requested of me was as easy as I slipped in. Holding Airla in full Nelson gave me the opportunity to slide into that sweet ass of hers while Ryoma showed off again, his hand on my shoulder as he ensured filthy moans from her. I did little as to not overwhelm her, the feeling of being inside her while watching her get fucked a gratifying feeling like no other. One hand on my neck as the other scratched Ryoma’s chest. Elion had gladly taken a seat next to me, her eyes sparkling as she watched her husband in action. “Yeah, babe. You’re absolutely doing this to me.”

  “Of course. I’ll be more than happy to make you feel this good.”

  A hearty chuckle from me as I busied myself with her breasts, her face turning to me; flushed and drunk. With a gasp of her breath and a mix of a moan, she uttered my name, followed by three words.

  Three words too good to be true.

  right on the money.