Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
T akeshi
I grit my teeth, needing to get a better handle on myself. But between Shinji’s tight ass massaging my dick and Lakeshia’s slippery fingers fucking her wet pussy, I’m barely able to keep the tenuous hold on my control.
As much as my husband tests my limits, I’ve always been able to reassert my dominance over him and myself without too much strain. But listening to Shinji’s moans in concert with hers pushes me closer and closer to an edge I’m determined never to cross.
I don’t like it.
Control and order are the two constant rules I live by.
“Keishi-kun…”
I pull Shinji by his nape and he twists his face around so I can kiss him again. Feed off him. My lover. My sustenance. Being inside him is never close enough. One kiss is never enough. I pinch his nipples and swallow his gasp.
Lakeshia’s hums and moans are not just background noise, but a soundtrack that inspires me to do more.
“Fuck,” she whispers when I cover Shinji’s hand and we stroke his length together.
He shudders in my hold and I can feel it travel through my scrotum. He is close. So is Lakeshia. I want to hold out until they release, to feel Shinji clench down on me while they scream their pleasure to the heavens. Will she be louder now that she’s awake?
She pinches and plucks at her hardened nipples while she increases the speed and strength behind each plunge and retreat of her fingers.
I release Shinji’s mouth to whisper in his ear. “You will not come, do you hear me?”
“But Keishi-kuuun…I’m so close.”
“And you will stay there. You come in my throat and nowhere else.” I lick his neck to his earlobe, which I pull into my mouth.
His body trembles delightfully against me while I continue to ease in and out of him in slow, powerful thrusts. He raises his arm and circles it around my head, holding me closer.
Sensations and emotions collide inside me and I can do nothing but close my eyes and let them wash over me. I realize my mistake when a set of small hands join mine and Shinji’s.
“Oh, shit!” Shinji contorts his body, pushing himself harder on my shaft. As if having two people stroking him puts him in an untenable position.
Between nirvana and ecstasy. I would also be hard-pressed to choose. I wrap an arm around his torso and feel the rapid flexing of his muscles. My baby is holding out hard and I couldn’t be prouder.
A wet swipe on my balls disabuses me of my previous assumption, nearly short-circuiting my mental ability. Shinji’s tortured movements are not because of stimulation from a three-person hand job but thanks to Lakeshia’s devilish tongue.
She sucks my sac and I have to pause and catch my breath, then remind myself it’s not time for us to come, but my balls are getting heavier and my restraint is close to breaking.
She releases me with a loud plop. From Shinji’s tightening grip on my neck, I know she has returned her attention to him.
“Keishi, I’m sorry!” he cries just before our hands are forcibly removed from his dick.
He roars his release while his ass clenches me, triggering my own orgasm. I hold him tight while I come inside him, emptying my soul inside my husband. Euphoria like none other takes hold of me and Shinji and I collapse to our sides.
“It’s too much…too much,” he mumbles while tremors run through his body.
I peel one eye open to see Lakeshia with Shinji’s dick in her mouth. With me still in his ass, Shinji’s aftershocks continue to stimulate my dick. Watching her take care of my husband is so fucking sexy, I begin to harden again.
“Tonight is going to be a long night for you,” I say to Shinji while combing his sweaty hair out of his face.
Lakeshia rises with a satisfied smirk on her lips. Whether her gratification is from coming herself or from making me and Shinji lose our minds, I can’t be sure. However, I’m certain I want to wipe the expression clear off her face and say something cruel to her for stealing what belongs to me. For depriving me of her cries as she came because her mouth was full of Shinji and I couldn’t hear over the roar in my ears. For giving a big fuck you to my control and shoving me over the edge. I also want to kiss her and not just to taste Shinji’s mettle on her tongue. I want to kiss her like Shinji has, and the desire to do so is dangerous.
I don’t like it.
I only need Shinji but I want Lakeshia in a way that disturbs me. I’ve begun to admire her, her strength and resilience. Hell, even her quick draw that put a hole in my shoulder has garnered my respect.
For the rest of the night, I take my frustrations out on Shinji’s willing body. Although I haven’t asked him, I suspect he is very pleased with my behavior. I’ve never been so unhinged. And it is thanks to one plus-sized woman who knows too well how to weave a sensual spell.
The next morning we sit at the breakfast nook while Shinji prepares breakfast. His happy whistling is normal, but me not knowing what is behind it isn’t. Did I put the smile on his face or was it Lakeshia? Will the truth anger, disappoint, or delight me? I honestly have no idea.
“Now that I’m not leaving town for a while, I’m going to need something to do,” Lakeshia says as she sits across from me.
“You already have something to do,” I respond.
“Fucking all day? I gave up that job, remember?”
Shinji’s burst of laughter does nothing to ease my immediate irritation.
“Give us all the information you’ve amassed on the Giametti family,” I grit. “After, we’ll make plans to get you your revenge.”
“But that won’t take up the entire day. You’ll still go to your day jobs and I won’t sit around like Suzy Homemaker.”
“You could set up an escort service right here in Serenidad,” Shinji suggests as he places a plate of a poached egg on avocado toast in front of Lakeshia.
“I could. I relocated my clientele once, I can?—”
“No,” I say.
“No? Can you give a reason?” She arches her brow in challenge.
I glare at her and Shinji. His suggestion completely undermines what I told her yesterday.
“He’s got the wrong idea.” Shinji places my breakfast in front of me and sits between me and Lakeshia. “Lakeshia will not be taking clients at this new escort service. She will oversee the operations only.”
I glare at the distance separating me from my husband. Shinji in the middle of us will become a problem if we don’t discuss it. I make a mental note to pull him aside and hash it out.
“Wait a minute, you can’t dictate how I run my company.” Lakeshia folds her arms.
“And yet we won’t budge on this subject,” I say, relaxing into my chair now that Shinji is in my corner, metaphorically if not physically. “You want to work, we’re on board as long as you aren’t the commodity you’re selling and you don’t put your health at risk. Do I have to remind you that your pussy is ours now?”
She rolls her eyes and I resist the urge to drag her in my lap and tease her until she’s on the edge and learns not to test me. I have a feeling Lakeshia learns fast when her body is the instrument of punishment.
“I don’t have any connections here, but starting fresh does have some appeal. I’ll have to figure out the best places to scout…”
Lakeshia’s voice as she muses becomes background noise while I watch her investment in the idea grows. Her eyes brighten and her gestures become more animated. It is a stark contrast to the woman from three weeks ago. Then, self-preservation, panic, and a life on the run had dimmed the life I see now.
The urge to maintain her bright energy rises inside me.
I don’t like it.
I cannot become invested in her. Agreeing to Shinji’s demand for a child is bad enough. No child deserves me as a father and that shit Shinji spewed last night about us having so much love to give…a baby needs more than loving parents.
Babies grow into children, and at every stage of their development, they’re unpredictable. I can’t put them in a box for their protection. It’s probably considered child abuse and the fact that I want to do it anyway proves I’m not father material.
Years into our relationship I almost lost Shinji because of my rigidness. I’ve made some progress since then, but it’s not nearly enough to raise a happy child. However, my reservations don’t matter because I promised Shinji the world and he wants this.
No, he needs this. Every visit to Katsuo’s house and the weekends Shinji negotiates to have my cousin’s kids over hammers home the fact that Shinji is a dad-in-waiting.
He’s waited long enough.
I swallow the lump in my throat. There’s time for me to adjust to our new reality. It will take time to plant our seed, at least I pray it will. The longer it takes, the easier it will become to picture myself as a father.
I don’t know how my cousin took to fatherhood so easily after deciding Portia was his. The ease he has with his adopted kids is one I envy.
As if the universe is toying with me, I get a message from Katsuo.
“I guess our grace period is over,” Shinji says.
I nod as I read the entire message. Katsuo gave us the time we needed to find Lakeshia but our duties must resume as the priority in our lives. I respond to Katsuo and send a text to four of my men. They’ll arrive soon to guard Lakeshia during the day while Shinji and I protect Kimura’s interests.
I place the phone on the table facedown once I finish setting up the day’s routine. “Lakeshia, don’t leave the house today. Your things should arrive soon and you’ll need to check that nothing is broken.”
“What things?” she asks, a curious expression on her face.
“Oh yeah. Trust Takeshi to remember details like that.” Shinji turns to Lakeshia. “Since you left Hawaii with so little, we found your house and hired a company to pack and ship it for you. Although you’ve been on the run for so long, we wanted to ensure there was no sign left behind that you lived in Hawaii.”
“That’s actually kind of sweet. Thank you.” Lakeshia stares into her lap, probably feeling as awkward as I do to be on the receiving end of her gratitude.
“Also, before we leave, I’ll introduce you to your guards. Despite what you think, being our surrogate requires you to have your own protection team since neither of us can see to it personally.” I rise from my seat, my mind already on the debriefing I’ll have ahead of me.
“I’ll be fine. As long as you don’t expect to confine me here until I give birth. Prison vibes, even luxurious ones, aren’t conducive to getting me in the baby-making mood.”
“Don’t worry about your mood. Takeshi and I will ensure maximum readiness.” Shinji grins as if he enjoys brandishing a red flag in front of a raging bull.
As the bull in question, I have no rebuttal.
Because we will ready her and I will revel in her wetness.
Fuck!