17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Chi
“Cover your ears,” I say, as I take the nearest, heaviest framed picture of my brother and mother off the wall and throw it onto the hardwood floor as hard as I can, feeling a surge of satisfaction upon hearing the glass break. A photo with just the two of them, as always. Never with me or my father. Occasionally with Daiki but always them together as one little unit. They are not mine in any way, and to call him “my brother” or her “my mother” just feels wrong. Why are these frames even hanging up in this house?
“I always hated that fucking photo.” I stomp on it and hear it crack further. It’s good to hear it break. I’d like it to be ruined enough to resemble our true relationship.
Andy doesn’t try to stop me or comfort me, and I’m glad for it. I know this doesn’t actually do anything — that it’s petty and just shows my poor temper — but I can’t help that it feels good.
“You wanna go fuck?” Andy asks once I finally give my last stomp and look back up at him.
“Yup,” I agree, and he grabs my hand to usher me to the bedroom.
“My cock has been hard for like, an hour. It’s painful to watch you be a badass and not be able to whip that smart mouth of yours into shape. To not be able to make it say what I want it to say to me. ” Andy rips off my pants and underwear and shoves me onto the bed.
He mounts me, pinning my arms to my side with his knees, before fumbling in the bedside table drawer for something. “God, you’re so hot when you’re angry.” A moment later, he pulls out two cable ties. “Don’t struggle too much, because these will cut your skin.” This is his only warning before tying my wrists to the headboard.
I’m completely incapacitated now, while he sits on my legs and takes me in. I didn’t bother getting dressed up for tea with my mom and my brother, and Andy has already taken my leggings off. Now all I have is a long, black kimono style tunic covering my body.
“Look at the great and powerful Chee-chee now. All mine.” He pushes my tunic up my thighs slowly, savoring each second of it with his eyes, moving up my body with just his fingertips. Everything is magnified a thousand times, as if the lighter his touch, the more I feel it. “You want to be the boss, don’t you? But someone needs to be the boss of you.” He goes so agonizingly slow, but finally pushes my tunic up past my pussy, then slides his hands up my backside to bunch it up above my ass also. I’m half-bared to him, and just that seems enough to make him crazy. His eyes are wild. I can barely breathe from the build up.
“Do you want me to make you come?” he asks me, spreading my legs and moving toward my opening.
“Yes,” I whisper. I know what he’s about to do. I love it when he eats me like I’m his last meal.
“Hmm.” He sticks his finger into me and smiles mischievously. “Have you been good?”
I look to the side, wondering what I should say. I haven’t actually been good, I suppose. “No, not really.”
“Oh.” He sticks another finger in, but barely moves it. “You’ve been bad, then. Bad girls need to learn their lesson. They need to be teased.”
I breathe out harshly. “Andy…”
He takes his fingers away. “Maybe you don’t need a lesson? Maybe you need nothing.”
I humph. He’s going to make me beg for it. I suppose I’ll just have to put myself in the same mindset of that idiot school girl I play sometimes, even though I’m even more fucking impatient now than I was the last time we did it. “Fine. I… I need a lesson.”
Andy’s brows move together to look at me with consternation, and I match his gaze with a stern one of my own. After all, I’m the queen now, and he’s my soldier. “You sound so uncertain.” He stuffs three fingers into me and pumps them, reminding me of how aroused I am already. “Maybe you don’t really want me to teach you how to be good.”
“Oh! I—” He’s always intense, but I’m surprised by it after the long day we’ve had. “Okay, okay, fine.”
He pulls out of me, placing his wet fingers on top of my clit and just barely pressing down, enough to make me crazy, but not enough to make me come. “I’m afraid I’m not convinced, Ms. Yano. You’ll have to do better.”
“Okay, I want you to teach me! Please!” I shut my eyes tight. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to let him tie me up. Not that I had much of a choice.
When I open my eyes again, there’s a triumphant smirk on his face as he finally dives down to taste me. “The lesson is patience, Chi. Biding your time.” He licks me as I squirm and then bites my inner thigh just a little too hard. “No moving, Chee-chee.”
I give an exasperated groan. “Patience for what?” I ask.
“Patience for anything, sweet girl. Patience to learn the information that you so desperately want to know. Don’t show all your cards.” His words thrum against me, and I squeal and thrust myself into him, but when the zip ties tighten on my hands, I realize I have to stop. I really could easily cut my skin.
“Now your mother and your brother know we’re going to Japan. Did you think of that?” I pause. I didn’t think about that before I said it, but I’m too jumbled up at the moment to realize the implications of it.
So Andy tells them to me. “Now they will be on guard. And we plan to go in just days. We can still lay low, of course, but—” He bites down on my pussy lips harshly and my hips jerk as I give a startled cry, “—now they’ll be waiting. They might be able to find out when we go if your brother has a spy here at the mansion.”
I’m slightly annoyed, but I’m not sure if it’s with Andy for bringing this up during sex or with myself for not considering the effects of my words. “Okay, I shouldn’t have said it. Are you going to make me come or not?”
He backs off completely and tsks me, looking up at me with a sadistic little smile, my arousal glistening on his cheeks and stubble, making me want it even more. “Patience, Ms. Yano. Patience.” He blows air hard over my pussy, and I nearly scream.
“Andy!”
He puts his mouth back to my sex but just lingers above it. He presses down lightly with his face, only moving his lips to speak. “What can we do next time to learn from our mistakes?”
I groan in frustration, trying to pull his head in with my legs and failing miserably.
“So greedy!” He yanks my legs apart and smacks between them with sharp, fast movements. It fucking hurts, and I cry loudly, but I don’t tell him to stop. I’ve come too far to give up now.
“Stop teasing me, Andy!”
“Not until you learn, grasshopper,” he says, leaning back down to bite everywhere except where I need it most.
“God, you’re fucking evil,” I say, but hearing him quote the old TV show Kung Fu just makes me even crazier for him. He probably doesn’t even know where the phrase comes from or that it’s of Chinese origin, but my body doesn’t seem to care.
“Yeah,” he sighs against me. “I really am. Unfortunately for you. Or fortunately, since you secretly love it so much.”
I groan and try to pull his head into me again with my thighs, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pushes my legs down to the bed with overwhelming strength. I am truly incapacitated.
He abandons my pussy completely and moves to my stomach, with nothing but his soft lips against my skin.
“One day, you’ll find yourself in a situation where the person you’re facing off against won't be as nice as me. They’ll want to hurt you in some way, physically or mentally. They’ll torture you in much more insidious ways.”
“Doubtful,” I mumble, but he ignores me.
“Or you’ll be the one torturing, Ms. Yano. And you’ll have to keep them alive. You’ll walk a thin line between going too easy and going too hard. They want to make you angry so that you kill them before you get to torture them. Most of them like to anger their enemies up until their last breath. You’ll need to be patient, sweet Chee-chee.”
I breathe out harshly. He has a point. I just wish he didn’t feel like he had to make it during sex.
“And sometimes, you won’t be able to kill them. Like your brother. The optics would look terrible. So you need to sloooowly tease information out of them.” He moves back down, like a crouching tiger over prey. “You have to act in a way they aren’t expecting. You will have to go against all of your first instincts.”
“Like sacrificing your queen?” I ask, referring to the move I made weeks ago that he didn’t expect, knowing he won’t like me bringing it up.
He looks at me sharply and cocks his head to the side. “Oh, no. You never give that up, baby. You let the king meet the enemy while you sneak out the back. That’s what’s unexpected, coming from you.” He licks me slowly, from back to front, and my eyes water from the helpless frustration. “You have to be sneaky, baby. You know how to do that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm since it’s the opposite of what he’ll expect.
His head pops up in surprise. “Hey, you did it.” Then he finally sticks his tongue into me, and I explode without warning, my body trying to thrash but having nowhere to go as he pushes my legs down and eats me out ruthlessly.
His pressure is gone for just a moment before I feel his heavy cock fall onto my thigh. I can’t imagine I’m ready for him again so soon, but I already feel that build up of anticipation coming over me. And as he begins lifting my shirt up past my belly, to my ribs, brushing over me so softly and leaving a thousand soft, tiny needle pricks in his wake, I know he’ll be inside me soon, whether I want him to be or not.
“If you’re the one being tortured, they’ll pin you down and make you feel crazy.” He bites my sensitive nipples, and I scream as he hardens them all over again with his tongue. Finally, he releases the one in his mouth after one last bite. “Then they’ll ease up, making you think they give you what you beg for: to release you. And just when you think they intend to let you go, they’ll do worse.” He bites my neck hard, and I gasp from the shock and the pain of it. I’m sure he realizes he’s marked me; in fact, I think that is his intention. There’s no way that bite won’t leave a bruise.
He moves down to my collarbone and bites again, harder this time, and I make a squeal of discomfort but don’t tell him to stop. It feels like he needs to do this. And to be fair, I believe I’m learning something from him with this little lesson he’s teaching. After all, if anyone knows about torture and interrogation, it’s him.
“You’ll need to learn what they’re about to do and brace yourself. Make it so you’re an impenetrable fortress. Can you do that, Queen Chee-chee?”
I give him a determined glare as he finally sits up and stares down into my eyes, all contained rage and discipline from a life of self-denial. The power that comes with being able to do that strikes me more in this moment than it ever has in my time with him. “Yes.”
“Yeah?” He moves against me, his cock like ridged steel, and I’m already raring to go again, but I stay entirely still, trying to keep my face harsh and unmoving.
“Good girl,” he says, moving faster. I nearly wince, but hold myself steady, staring directly into his gaze. “It will get so hard to deny yourself, but you’ll have to, Chi. You’ll have to keep your wits about you.”
I breathe through the need to burst with this orgasm building up as he slides against me. His jaw clenches, and I know what’s coming next. Like he wants me to do, I brace for it.
He grips my hips and impales me harshly with his cock, using powerful, grinding movements that make his face red with his own control and denial. I grit my teeth and wince in focus, avidly attempting to stop myself from coming. I know I can’t hold on for that long. “It’ll be better if you do, Chi,” he says breathlessly. “In the end, it’ll be better. You’ll know you never gave in.”
I reach the last stretch of my endurance and try to do anything to stop myself from exploding. I think of the most disgusting, vile things I’ve ever seen in my life, anything to keep the spark from igniting the simmering fire inside my core.
“You are doing so well, Chi. So receptive to me, my smart, sweet girl.” His words are like gasoline on the flame, and I can’t imagine holding in anymore. All it takes is the lightest tap with his thumb on my nipple, and I explode. Everything turns white, fading in and out as I try to keep the wild sounds inside of me. Andy is having none of that though, and he shoves a finger into my mouth pulling my jaw wide open, groaning as he hears me scream and spills into me.
I’m finally done a moment later, smiling to myself in smug satisfaction, as he sighs and lies down beside me. “You are a quick study, my little grasshopper.”
He gives me a kiss above the eyes, and I open them to look at him slyly. “I am. And I can teach you new things too, Andreas.” I quirk an eyebrow. “I bet you don’t even know what that’s from. That nickname, ‘Grasshopper.’”
He looks off for a moment, his eyes narrowing in thought. “Karate Kid?”
I laugh and try to douse the new fire that ignites inside me from the fact that he’s referenced another one of my favorite childhood movies. “No. It was a show called ‘Kung Fu.’”
He smiles boyishly at me, and I marvel at the fact that this man can be the same one who just taught me how to survive a torture session. The same man who has been through numerous torture sessions himself. The same man who has killed God-knows how many others. It’s almost scary that there can be two such different sides to him that he can show me at will. But I am comforted by the fact that he has such control over them and seemingly everything in his life. I don’t know if I’ll ever figure out how he keeps it all straight.
He pulls me closer against him as he kisses my neck sweetly, showing me the side of himself that is all love and approval. “You are smart and beautiful, Chi. You will make an amazing Yakuza queen.”
My smile falters a bit, knowing that this will be the challenge of my life. Not just being the head of such a huge organization, but gracefully grappling with the responsibilities and difficulties that come along with it better than the men that have come before me. Because I know now, just as I’ve always known in my heart, that the only way I’ll be taken seriously — the only way I’ll survive, in fact — is if I am better than all of them.
“I’ll try my best. That’s all I can do.” I look over into his face. “Thank God I’ll have you to help me.”
I doze off for a bit, but my body must sense tension and danger because I wake up to Andy watching the news.
I know the scene immediately; I have been to Botan Murata’s mansion before. It looks a little different now with all the caution tape, but it’s still the same garden I walked in with his son when his father was trying to gain mine and my father’s favor to do business with us.
“Oh my God. Is he—”
“Dead,” Andy answers, without looking backward at me. “Looks like a suicide. The news isn’t giving details, but it was sometime earlier today, from the texts I’ve gotten from Oxy. She tried to trace Akihito’s movements and couldn’t, but he confirmed he was there today with us. I’m sure it was him.”
He finally turns to me and meets my eyes with his intense gaze, always gauging my response, making sure I won’t fall apart, ready to catch me if I do. “Oxy told me they are trying to keep the details quiet, but your brother told us he went to see this guy. He all but admitted he did this.”
I gulp, but if Andy thinks this is something that could break me into pieces, he’s sorely mistaken. I appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless. “Okay, my brother probably killed him. Why? What the fuck does this even mean?”
Andy licks his lips and readjusts himself on the bed. As intense as he is right now, he still seems somewhat unsure of himself before he explains the situation. “Well, we don’t know why he killed him. We have no idea at all. He was one of your father’s close associates. It’s interesting that your father wasn’t ever fully trusting of him, so that’s the good news.” He pauses for a moment, considering his next words.
“Andy, tell me,” I say. What could be so bad? It seems I already know the worst of what happened.
“The bad news is that this means your brother not only snuck out behind the Yakuza queen’s back while staying in her mansion, but he also killed a man without telling you he was going to or getting your permission first. A man that you should have been able to work with and enjoy the same benefits from as your father. And your brother unabashedly admitted to it this morning. It seems he’s not even concerned about your possible wrath.”
This is what he thought would break me. The idea that I may never be taken seriously by anyone, including my brother, and furthermore, the idea that there’s a good chance my brother is actively working against me.
I can’t hide the hurt in my heart or the lack of confidence in my own skills that I bring to this intimate moment between the two of us. Thank God there is someone I can be vulnerable with, because I know there won’t be many more going forward. Even my own husband. My father and Daiki were the only others that I could ever look to for help, and now they’re gone too soon.
I breathe in deeply and banish all the turmoil in my thoughts on the exhale. “So my brother thinks I’m weak.” I look up at Andy, remembering his lesson from just hours ago. “I won’t even bring it up. I’ll let him think I was too scared to address it — that I’m too uncertain to act. After what I just did, he’ll be expecting me to call him up with a hot head, threatening his life. But I won’t. I’ll make him sweat it out, and then I’ll let him forget about it.”
Andy looks at me, eyes glittering with respect. I’ve never seen a look like this: half sinister, half lovesick. “Good girl,” he says with a wicked smile.