Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
L akeshia
After dinner, I escape to an empty bathroom on the second floor to contemplate my life’s choices. There is a lot to think about in my chaotic mind and the soothing natural decor helps to still some of my rising panic.
What have I gotten myself into? I saved myself and with Takeshi and Shinji’s unsolicited help, I’m going to achieve my life’s goal a lot faster than if I do it on my own.
I sit on the rim of a fancy freestanding bathtub while I contemplate what Takeshi will do to me if he ever finds out the secret I’m hiding. I’m gambling that we can deal with the Giamettis before he and Shinji ask questions. They’re too perceptive for my peace of mind.
If they discover why I didn’t fight harder about becoming their surrogate, what’s the best I can hope for? An image of Takeshi’s granite features when he gave me his ultimatum, pops into my head. Yeah, he’ll probably choose to end me.
I can only hope that going out the Takeshi way will be better than going out the way my mother did, bleeding out after giving me life. Her death is the reason I’ve never had a pregnancy scare, let alone a plan to carry a fetus in my womb. I’ve never raw-dogged anyone and now I’ll be doing the nasty with not one but two men on the regular.
With my life at stake, I should be able to separate my body from what they expect me to do with and for them. After all, I only fuck for money, never relationships. However, my body has other ideas.
Instead of splashing a bucket of freezing water on my desires, Takeshi’s threat and my mother’s fate dissipate. All I see in my future are two of the sexiest men to cross my path as they watch me with heated anticipation and lustful intentions.
Fuck, they make my blood boil, and not in anger. Anger, I could use.
It’s just sex. This situation is no different from any other I’ve had in the past. I need the reminder. Maybe I need to tattoo it on my palm so I can glance at it the way bad cheaters do for tests. It would have to say something like, ‘I won’t get dicked down so good I’ll lose my ever-loving mind.’ How hard can it be? I’ll have to make sexing them so good they won’t question me.
Except they aren’t getting what they’re paying for.
A healthy dose of guilt explains some of the ache in my chest. I try to be honest with myself and being alone right now is forcing me to face a reality I’ve avoided since entering this bargain with Takeshi and Shinji. While Takeshi emits dangerous sexual energy, I’ve witnessed his love for Shinji in his almost overprotectiveness and the sweet absentminded touches of a man who wants reassurance his lover is well.
And Shinji…he is more dangerous to my peace of mind than Takeshi. Shinji wields a sweet openness and inviting humor meant to lure me in before he seals me in his trap of affection and attentiveness. The emotions he evokes inside me are already playing havoc with my determination.
“Everything alright in there?” Shinji’s voice comes through the closed door, interrupting my thoughts.
Instead of answering, I open the door, prepared for the unmasked desire in Shinji’s eyes to singe me with heat. I meet his stare and softly inhale. The desire is there; I don’t think Shinji can ever hide it, but there is softness at the crinkled corners.
“I’ll show you our bedroom,” he says, then ushers me down the hall.
We enter the room and my gaze immediately goes to the four-poster bed dominating the room. Like everything else in this house, the bed is custom-made. Sheer curtain panels surround the decadent furniture, oozing seduction and decadence.
This room is meant for fucking not sleeping. I can already feel desire rise in my body.
Shinji leads me to the closet and presses into my spine. “I unpacked your things and made closet space for you.”
I walk further into the custom-designed room where my clothes hang in a dedicated section between two unique styles of clothing, one very colorful and the other more sedate. From the placement of my things, both Shinji and Takeshi gave up space to accommodate me. Small as the gesture may be, the caring it represents hits my solar plexus hard.
Not since my father has anyone looked out for me. Even if the gesture is simple and an afterthought on Shinji’s part, it’s another sneak attack on my defenses.
I rub at the phantom ache and turn to leave when I catch sight of a familiar item. I stroke the silky material of a scarf I once owned. It was the gift I imagined my father giving me for surviving to my twentieth birthday. Like so many things I owned, I had to steel myself against sentimentality when it came time to run. Although it hurt to part with the garment the way I did, I couldn’t regret the bit of comfort I left Shinji with after injuring him.
“Why do you still have this?” I ask past the bittersweet bite of the memory.
“Because Prince Charming needed to find the owner of the glass slipper.”
A watery laugh escapes me. “I’m no Cinderella.” I turn only to come face to face with compassionate eyes that see too much. Shinji’s stare strips me bare of all my defenses, leaving me vulnerable.
“I suppose not. Even Cinderella understood when to accept help.”
I open my mouth to verbally eviscerate him for reading me in so few words, but he turns his back on me and my anger disappears like a puff carried on the wind. We return to the main part of the bedroom.
“ I didn’t find sleepwear while unpacking; only your bonnet.” He points to the foot of the bed where the pink silk cap lies.
“My skin is my sleepwear,” I respond without thinking.
He presses me into his body with his hand on my stomach, dangerously close to the top of my pussy. “That’s something the three of us have in common.” His breath skates across my neck, raising the skin along my body and sending signals to my needy breasts.
My nipples peak and I want to rub them, but I won’t give Shinji any ideas. Although I’m a sex maestro and I know many ways to stimulate the senses without intercourse, our arrangement isn’t about pursuing pleasure. And there may be a small part of me still smarting from his earlier comment.
“Come on, I’d like us to talk while it’s just the two of us.” Shinji takes my hand and leads me to the bed. “Do you mind if I undress you?”
I eye him suspiciously. “Talking does not require nudity.”
“True but in this case, I do. You can do the honors if you prefer.” He pulls his shirt over his head and his hair falls in dramatic waves around his shoulders.
It’s a damn sin how sexy he is. He can easily make a girl forget why she’s mad at him.
The rest of his clothes disappear, leaving him completely naked to my view. My mouth goes dry. Shinji’s physique is the perfect blend of cut muscles, not too bulky and not too slender. Enough to make me feel his embrace despite our size difference.
“Takeshi is a stickler for order,” he says as he gathers his discarded clothes. He turns to place them in a discreet laundry bin, and I have to catch my breath. A colorful explosion encompasses his entire back, the most domineering image in the center is an enormous dragon.
His tattoo shouldn’t surprise me. A lot of yakuza have tattoos going down their arms. They often came to my club. Yet it’s obvious the artist Shinji used is next level. I curl my fingers, reminding myself not to succumb to desire first. They need to want me more than I need to want them.
“He can’t abide clothes on the floor.” Shinji hops into the bed with his elbows behind his back. “Please don’t keep me waiting.”
I shrug away the remnants of my ire and disrobe, remembering to protect my hair in my sleep cap. After placing my clothes in the bin and retrieving my blanket, I join Shinji in bed.
“What do you want to talk about?” I stuff the blanket under my pillow, assured if I’m visited by nightmares, they won’t last long.
This blanket is ineffective against sex dreams though, so good luck to me.
“You,” he says as he watches me with interest. “I want to know everything there is to know about you. But first…”
Shinji demonstrates the strength under his leanness by maneuvering me into his arms. He does it so fast I have no time to protest or put up a fight.
“Mmm, that’s better. I’ve been wanting to hold you like this all day.” He rests his chin on my head. “What do you do for fun?”
The question hangs in the air while my body lies tense in Shinji’s arms.
“I’m a bit of a daredevil myself. There’s nothing that makes me feel more alive than looking my mortality in the face.”
“That sounds like the exact opposite of something a man desperate for fatherhood wants.”
“I disagree. There is no reminder more poignant of your place in the world than the responsibility of a new life. Staying up late to ensure your baby is breathing…only caring for a child will give you that kind of sustained adrenaline for years.”
“You’re talking like a baby is an extreme sport.” I underestimated the power of Shinji’s embrace. I don’t just feel it, he envelopes me and I begin to relax in his hold.
“It is. I’ve seen how our little cousin Kioshi runs Katsuo and his wife ragged. But it’s not just the highs. I want the lows…I want everything. There’s so much love inside me and Takeshi that it would be selfish not to share.” Shinji’s wistfulness rings crystal clear.
His genuine desire for a child makes my long-buried conscience rise. But I’ll proceed with our agreement for other reasons. At least outwardly. Even if I survive a pregnancy, our contract stipulates my involvement won’t end there. Besides the five years where I don’t sign away my rights, they expect me to be available for “Mommy and me” discussions, which they will determine as the situations arise.
I’ll deal with any fallout if I fall pregnant. And that’s a big if.
I’ve hardened my heart to many things life has thrown my way, but being a part of a child’s life isn’t one I can walk away from, so I squash the guilty feelings. I’ll get what’s mine first then bounce.
“We’ve gotten off topic,” he says. “I asked what you do for fun.”
I shrug. “I’m not sure I know what fun is anymore. I’ve been kind of busy surviving.”
Shinji’s arms clasp me tighter to his body. His naked, aroused body. I’ve ignored his condition since slipping between the sheets. Although he is sending an obvious message, he does not act on it.
To distract myself, I ask, “What does Takeshi do for fun?”
“Shinji,” Takeshi’s voice spears heat through me from behind.
“How long have you been here?” Shinji asks without releasing me.
“Long enough.”
I stretch my neck to watch Takeshi’s silhouette through the curtains as he strolls to the bottom of the bed. The fabric provides no protection from his intent glare.
“Shinji, I made you a promise this morning. Do you still want me to fulfill it?”
Shinji shakily inhales and he instinctively clutches me tighter.
His dick lengthens and digs into my back.
“I thought so.” Takeshi removes his clothes in a slow tease enhanced by the curtain’s sheer barrier.
I lick my lips, wanting an unobstructed view of the other man I’m expected to fuck. He slides through the curtains and kneels on the bed.
Takeshi does not disappoint. His chest is broader than Shinji’s but his body is just as well designed. Every muscle screams he’s a lethal weapon to libidos and lives. And right now, my desire is skyrocketing into another stratosphere.
Oh, Lord! Takeshi’s dick…aggressively points towards me and Shinji. I swallow, wishing I could lick the bead of pre-cum dripping from his tip. If all we had going between the three of us was sex, I would enjoy every hedonistic pleasure their bodies promised. But that is not my reality.
“Um…I thought we were going to wait until my results come back,” I say, trying to be the voice of reason.
Takeshi’s mouth tilts in a smirk while he stares pointedly behind me. “Nothing and no one can stop me from fucking my husband. Consider this you getting used to us. Come here, warubozu.”
I’m about to get a first-row seat at a life-changing experience. Shinji warned me when I protested the clause stipulating I sleep with them every night. Yet with my extensive knowledge about the human body and desire, I’m not ready.
Without hesitation, Shinji releases me and crawls to Takeshi. I try not to let his swift detraction get to me. I’m not jealous. I have no reason to be because Shinji and Takeshi are a long-established couple. I’m a blip in their lives, one they’ll forget until I’m needed.
Takeshi cups Shinji’s face while his thumb rubs circles on his bottom lip. “Did you taste her while you were alone together?”
“No Keishi-kun.”
“Hmm. Maybe next time.”
My body clenches at the reminder of Takeshi’s reaction the last time Shinji kissed me.
“And next time, I’ll get to taste her on you,” Shinji breathlessly says.
Takeshi’s nostrils flare and his jaw clenches. I’m not doing much better and no one is touching me. I’m not used to being on the receiving end of teasing like this. It will blur lines I need to remain solid and pitch black.
They kiss and I watch as Shinji melts in submission. His body folds into Takeshi’s. My clit pulses in response to the visual stimuli creating a huge conflict inside me. Do I want to make Shinji yield to me? Or do I want Takeshi to make me succumb to his mastery?
When they separate, Takeshi presses against Shinji’s shoulders. “Get me ready.”
Shinji follows the motion with a smile on his face and his hand already outstretched to Takeshi’s dick. He takes Takeshi in hand and swipes the pre-cum from his tip.
When Shinji brings his wet thumb to his lips, Takeshi stalls him. “Don’t. Let her taste.” He nods in my direction.
With both of their attention on me, I realize my mouth has been hanging open as if I were anticipating the first savory drop of Takeshi on my tongue. I snap my mouth closed. “No need,” a hoarse whisper comes out instead of the confident tone I want.
Shinji ignores me and presses his finger toward me while Takeshi moves to the head of the bed. As soon as Shinji’s skin touches my lip, I lick and hum as Takeshi’s essence explodes on my tongue. The first swipe of my tongue had been from instinct but I have no excuse for the second, or when I engulf Shinji’s entire finger and suck.
All thought of remaining distant while these men pleasure each other flies out the door. I’ve been on a slow simmer since my dream this morning and all the pent-up desires race through me like a brush fire.
“Shinji, to me.” Takeshi rests against the headboard with an arm resting on his upraised knee. In his hand is a bottle of lube.
Shinji swings his head between us. “But Keishi?—”
“To me,” Takeshi reiterates in a steely voice.
Shinji nods and leaves me alone with my lust.
“Lakeshia will have the privilege soon enough. Tonight is for you and me. Now, kiss me.”
This time Shinji does not hesitate. He inches closer until he brackets Takeshi’s prone leg with both of his and swoops to meet his husband’s lips. Takeshi wraps his arms around Shinji and I watch as they make love with their mouths. Unlike Takeshi’s earlier demonstration, this union is poignant, with none of the jealous claiming.
I don’t want to watch them in this moment. Heated and savage fucking is one thing. I’m an expert in the field. But their intimacy pulls at me like nothing else has. I rub at the tightness in my chest.
Try as I might, my body refuses my commands to look away and envision myself anywhere but here. To not see Takeshi’s gentle but stern handling as he pushes Shinji to lie across his lap. To not hear Shinji’s moans as Takeshi tenderly applies lubricant to his ass with encouraging reassurances.
I clench my thighs together to stem the wave of sensation washing through me but it does no good. Not when the air thickens with their overpowering pheromones that call to me. I resist the lure of putting myself within their circle and experiencing something beyond sex and instant gratification for the first time in years.
Takeshi positions Shinji on all fours. On his knees, Takeshi settles behind his husband. “Play with yourself and put on a good show.”
Takeshi tunnels his hand through Shinji’s long hair and pulls up gently so that I can see the heavy lust-filled haze dragging at his eyes and his pink, swollen lips gasping in ecstasy.
With one hand, Shinji follows Takeshi’s instructions. He circles his dick and with a preliminary squeeze, begins a stroking motion.
“More,” Shinji gasps, making me realize that Takeshi has not been sitting still while I’ve fixated on Shinji.
No, Takeshi gently thrusts forward. Although Shinji obstructs my vision of his husband, I’ve seen what he’s working with and my imagination fills in the blanks.
I want to move closer to see Shinji’s ass swallow Takeshi’s dick. I want to crawl to Shinji and take over the hand job he’s giving himself. Hell, I want to lick and swallow him while Takeshi fucks him from behind.
Takeshi guides Shinji into a teaspoon position and lowers his mouth to Shinji’s ear. He pulls at his husband’s earlobe. While piercing me with his dark gaze, he says, “Look how turned on she is. She can’t help but rub herself. Just like when she was dreaming about us this morning.”
I gasp, realizing he’s right. I mindlessly sank two fingers into my pussy. Being exposed doesn’t stop me. I’m too far gone in my need. I plunge in and out of my pussy while Takeshi thrusts in his husband. I have no shame, just a driving desire to come.
While Takeshi pounds into Shinji, I time my thrusting fingers to match their rhythm. I don’t make a conscious decision to keep pace with them, but my body no longer follows my demands. Their moans and grunts ratchet my desire higher and higher.
Sweat slicks Shinji’s and Takeshi’s hair, and I have to bite back the urge to lick them both. I squeeze my nipples, sending tingling sensations throughout my body.
Takeshi claims Shinji’s mouth for a kiss, swallowing his groans. All the while both men keep me locked in their gazes. They are so hot together, and I’m so gone. I bite my lip, stifling my cry but doing a shit job of it.
How am I supposed to remain indifferent to these two men when nothing about what’s happening will allow me?