Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
S hinji
Anticipation weaves through my bloodstream while I wait outside Katsuo’s office. His calendar shows an extended lunch, which means Takeshi and I will benefit from our boss’ inability to keep his hands off his wife. Portia is on her way up with my husband, and I can’t wait for the next two hours to slow down so I can spend quality alone time with Takeshi.
It is so easy for Lakeshia’s problems to consume us, but my relationship with Takeshi is as important as our individual relationships with Lakeshia. Have I mentioned we haven’t had sex since the first night with Lakeshia?
After a stable diet of dick three to six times a day, this recent drought has pushed me to the verge of my limits.
“Ane-san.” I greet Portia with a respectful bow as soon as she gets to Katsuo’s office door. Once she’s inside, I grab Takeshi’s elbow with an eager grin and steer him toward his cousin’s office. His perplexed frown has no effect on me, not when I’m this close to letting off steam.
I slam through Masanori’s door.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Masanori jumps from his chair, a fierce glower on his face.
Takeshi shrugs. “I’d like the answer to that question as well.”
Instead of answering, I stroll over to Masanori’s desk. He hurriedly turns off his monitor, but not before I glimpse photos of commercial kitchens. I file the interesting tidbit away for later.
“Why aren’t you off doing lawyerly things or bothering the little chef? You aren’t usually in your office at this time.” I pick up a stray business card off his desk, but he snatches it before I recognize the name of the business. The only word that popped out to me was realtor.
His reaction intrigues me, but not enough to sidetrack me from my primary concern.
“When I choose to be in my office isn’t your business.”
“Kori not working today?” I smirk in the face of his annoyance.
“Fuck… You.”
“Sorry, you’re not my type.”
“Why are you here?” Masanori asks with an exasperated huff.
I peek at Takeshi with a suggestive grin.
“You’re not serious.” Masanori pinches the bridge of his nose, closes his eyes, and loudly exhales. “Takeshi, tell me you don’t fuck each other in my office.”
“Have I ever lied to you?” my husband asks.
“No…”
“Then I won’t start now.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Does Katsuo know you fuck on the job?”
“I’m sure he does,” I say, my grin growing wider. “He seems to know me better than you do.”
“Well, find somewhere else to suck each other’s dicks. Unless you need legal advice, don’t come?—”
My snigger interrupts him, and his face reddens.
“—enter my office without supervision. Now, leave.”
Although entertaining, the brief interlude has done nothing to dampen my enthusiasm to pant beneath my husband. I catch Takeshi checking his phone. Without him saying why, I know he’s five seconds away from calling and checking on Lakeshia. Now that he’s agreed she belongs with us, his worrywart nature will go into overdrive. Only her voice assuring him she’s safe will calm him until the next time he needs convincing.
However, a simple call at this stage in our relationship won’t appease him. Not until she solidifies her status in our lives and claims us the way we’ve claimed her.
Before he ruins my long-term plans for Lakeshia by smothering her with his insecurity posing as concern, I drag him into the supply closet and shut the door. When I turn to him, eager for my first taste of him in hours, he manacles my wrists.
“What’s gotten into you?” he demands, holding me at bay with ease.
Of course...
I drop my head onto his shoulder. In my excitement, I disregarded Takeshi’s resistance to spontaneity. “What’s gotten into me? The problem is what hasn’t. You. Why aren’t you as desperate to be with me?”
His eyes darken and his nostrils flare. “You know better than to question my desire for you.”
Takeshi transfers my hands into one of his and pushes me until my back thuds against the shelves. He uses his free hand to tunnel his fingers through the hair at my neck. My selfish need for him works to distract him from thoughts of Lakeshia and his reliance on controlling every aspect of our lives.
My breathing deepens the closer he gets to me until he presses his aroused body into mine. I stare into his eyes and I catch the determined glint that tells me Takeshi will wrest control of our situation, but he will do so at his pace.
“Why now? Why the urgency?” he asks.
“When am I not eager for you? I admit, the feeling is stronger because we haven’t fucked since the first night with Lakeshia, but I’m not doing anything I haven’t done before.” I stare steadily at him while he contemplates me in the strained silence.
He breaks our stare-off to glance at our cold surroundings. Binders, printer paper…all the stationary accessories an office needs to run provide an unromantic backdrop to what I hope is our inevitable coupling.
“Why do you insist on challenging me?” Takeshi frees me from his hold and steps away.
I miss the heated strength of his grasp but I shake off the loss. “Challenging you? Hardly. I merely expressed what I wanted.” I smile, bouncing back from the brief disappointment.
Takeshi shakes his head, but I’m no longer frustrated. How can I be when he undoes his belt?
“This is not my ideal location. I won’t be gentle.”
I smile wider. “I don’t need gentle. I just need you.”
Takeshi’s nostrils flare and his jaw flexes. “On your knees.”
The urge to slam my knees to the ground on command is difficult to subdue, but I succeed. Instead, I give Takeshi a sultry smile and lick my lips as I slowly sink into position. “What next, Keishi-kun?”
“Warubozu,” he says.
I wink, living up to the brat he calls me.
“Take my dick out. Make love to it with your mouth. Remind yourself who I belong to.” He dislodges my bun and my wavy hair falls to my shoulders.
While maintaining eye contact, I fish out his dick and stroke him until I catch the telltale clench of his jaw. Then I bury my face in his crotch, inhale his scent, and rub my face against his shaft and balls. He told me to make love to his dick, and I fully intend to.
I start with gentle kisses until I get to his sac, where I pause until he meets my stare. Slowly, I stick out my tongue and pull his scrotum into my mouth to suck on the soft skin. Takeshi’s eyes narrow, but he maintains his rigid control.
I work my way up his dick until I reach the tip where a pearlescent drop balances. Not one to waste the delicacy, I sweep my tongue to collect the fluid. As the flavor registers on my tongue, I moan my delight.
As usual, I am the undisciplined one, unable to resist my need for immediate satisfaction, which is why I stop savoring my lover and engulf him in my mouth. I bob on Takeshi’s dick, hollowing out my cheeks and delighting in his texture and flavor without quieting my enjoyment.
I almost lose myself in the act of loving his dick with my tongue and hands when Takeshi pulls me off him.
“Who do I belong to?” he demands with a fierce frown.
“Me,” I gasp.
Without warning, he thrusts me back on his dick. This time, I no longer have control of how deep, slow, or fast I go. He holds my head still and plunges his shaft in and out of my mouth.
“Who do I belong to?” he asks again without allowing me up for air.
With no other choice and my mouth full of Takeshi’s length, I garble out, “Mph.”
The instant I respond, I sense a change in him. Whether the difference stems from the vibrations or the word itself, Takeshi sheds all gentleness. He keeps his control—I have yet to find the key to unlock his unhinged side—but he thrusts more powerfully into my mouth until my nose presses against his groin and his dick enters my throat.
I try to swallow, to relax and breathe through my nose, but I can’t help but gag on him until he frees me. I gasp for air in the few seconds he provides before he presses into me again.
“Who do I belong to?”
“Mph,” I say without hesitation.
His dick muffles my response, but I don’t care. I love when he treats me this way as much as when he’s gentle. My husband always gives me what I need, and I have to admit that a part of my desperation for him stems from needing to reestablish the connection between us.
Takeshi fucks my mouth with brutal thrusts and I relish every gag, every drop of saliva that escapes my mouth to drop between us, and every demand to claim him for myself.
When he comes, he clamps his mouth shut, holding in his yell. No one in the office will ever hear him in the throes of his release. Mmm. He’s even sexier when he exerts control over himself this way. While he holds back, I don’t have to. I relish his cum, swallowing every drop he spurts into my mouth and licking around his balls and shaft to clean him properly...loudly. All the while, my husband combs my hair with reassuring strokes.
Once Takeshi deems himself clean enough, he helps me to my feet, holding me firmly as I waver from the new position. I gulp, having unrestricted access to air again. He gently stands me against the shelves.
“Did you get what you needed?”
I drunkenly nod, a satiated smile on my face.
“Good. Now, I’ll take what I need.”
A shiver runs down my spine. Whatever he needs will surely destroy me. I can’t wait for my ruination.
Takeshi unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants and pushes my boxer briefs toward the floor. The material swishes as it falls to my feet. He takes my dick in his hand and slowly tortures my neglected hard-on with gentle strokes.
“Do you intend to be greedy?” he pants at my ear. “You know what you need to do.”
I open my mouth, waiting for him to taste himself on my tongue. He never stops craving our combined flavors, and I never stop craving him.
“Scream into my mouth if you have to, but don’t stop kissing me,” he warns.
I know then that I am in for a gentle savaging.
Takeshi laps at my lips and tongue, soft and luxurious. His groans of delight at our flavors travel to my dick and I can’t help the urge to thrust into his hold. While he takes his time memorizing every nook and cranny of my mouth, his hold on me gets progressively tighter. Each rise of his hand to my tip ends with a firmer and firmer squeeze.
The pressure, the glorious pressure. The dichotomy of his forceful handling of my dick and gentle mastery in his kiss has my mind shorting out and my hips moving on their own. I grab onto his shoulders because at any moment I’m going to burst into another stratosphere.
Takeshi’s free arm wraps around me, grounding me, making it impossible for me to escape everything his hand and mouth are doing to me. I become lightheaded, but I don’t care. Takeshi’s breath is all the air I need. I continue to kiss him through my screams and my body’s jerky movements. I am so close to coming when Takeshi raises his head.
“Should I let you come all over your clothes so everyone knows what we’ve been up to?”
I shudder at the image, unashamed to wear the expression of our love as a badge of honor.
“Or should I reward you by taking you into my mouth?”
I raise dazed eyes to his. “Whatever you want, Keishi-kun. Just let me come.”
“Okay, warubozu.” He kneels before me and takes me into his mouth.
Unlike the painfully pleasurable hold from before, he tenderly sucks my dick. The contrast between before and now sets me off and I come hard, spilling my seed into his waiting mouth. My body quakes while he administers loving laps on my tender organ.
When he deems I’ve had enough, he dresses me with care, brushes at the wrinkles in my pants, arranges my hair, and puts me together after breaking me down completely.
Takeshi presses his lips to my forehead, and I close my eyes at the loving gesture. “Now that we’ve satisfied one hunger, let’s see about the other.” He pulls me into his side and we exit the supply closet.
Euphoria adds a layer of new colors over everything and my body feels weightless after being tended by Takeshi. Katsuo’s receptionist greets us with blush-stained cheeks and our lunch orders.
Although Takeshi remains stoic, I don’t hide my satisfied grin. There isn’t a guilty bone in my body when fucking or making love to my man regardless of the time or place. Our behavior isn’t different from our oyassan and ane-san. Portia’s screams put mine to shame.
While we eat in the sitting area facing the elevators, Takeshi observes me with a slight grin as I hum beneath my breath.
“Think we have time for another before the boss ends his lunch?”
My husband hesitates before shaking his head. “We’ll be cutting it too close.”
I huff my disappointment, but he’s right. With Portia’s and Katsuo’s schedules, these lunch dates are a luxury.
Ryota, one of Takeshi’s men who should be somewhere else in the building monitoring security, steps off the elevator. Before we can question him, Portia and Katsuo exit his office. Our boss’ relaxed body conflicts with his annoyed expression.
“I’ll see you at home tonight,” Katsuo says to Portia. He hugs her and releases her to face me and Takeshi. “Takeshi, I need you to stay here for a while. Ryota will escort Portia to her office and take over her protection while you’re here.”
Takeshi and I glance at each other. I shrug but nod at the door Katsuo disappears behind. I follow to resume my post at the door, but Katsuo says, “You need to be here for this, too, Shinji.”