Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
T akeshi
“When was the last time you fucked Shinji?” Lakeshia asks out of the blue on our way to the kitchen, causing me to stumble before I right myself.
Shinji is over at Katsuo’s bothering Kori for food and probably pissing off Masanori at the same time. I don’t know who he thinks he’s hiding his interest from, but he only has himself to blame for Shinji’s teasing. On second thought, Kori’s reaction to him evokes a sense of her cluelessness more than willful blindness.
I glance at Lakeshia, glad my circumstances no longer align with my cousin’s. Unlike Masanori, I’m no longer in a state of turmoil over not knowing where I stand with the woman who owns my devotion. “Repeat your question.”
“When. Was. The. Last. Time. You. Fucked. Your Husband?”
“You should know. You were there.”
She quirks her brow.
“Six AM the morning you two went to Texas.”
“But what about the nights Shinji snuck out to be with you? Didn’t you commiserate? Drown in each other to dull the pain?”
“We held each other. That’s it.”
“But you love to?—”
“There is no joy in the act while one of us suffers. And you are an important part of us.”
“Oh…”
“What’s your purpose in asking?” I stop at the entrance of the kitchen.
“Curiosity?” As she begins to pass me, I grab her hand to stall her progress.
“Lakeshia,” I murmur, closing in on her while watching for the smallest sign of discomfort or trepidation.
“Don’t you feel cheated? I know I do.” Her earnest stare drills into me as if searching for what has deprived her.
“Cheated how?”
“I’m not the same woman you met in Hawaii.” Lakeshia pulls away.
As she puts more distance between us, I study her from behind. Her rigid posture is almost brittle with tiny fissures streaking across her body. A wrong move, phrase, or sound could shatter her.
“No one shows up as their full selves upon first meeting.” I close the gap and soften my voice as if soothing a skittish cat. “That’s the reason we get to know each other.” I rest my hands on her shoulder, breathing a relieved sigh when she leans her softness into me instead of tensing. “And sometimes in familiarizing ourselves with each other, we discover something new about ourselves.”
“Maybe you’re right.” She shifts away, heading toward the fridge, leaving an empty draft in her wake. “But what if instead of uncovering an unknown part of me, I want to reclaim a lost piece of myself?”
I close my hands on air before slowly following behind her.
She selects a bottle of water, opens it, and gulps half the contents with her back facing me. “I lost something integral when I asked for sex without emotion. I was selfish and my selfishness stole something important from Shinji as well. I want to make it up to him, but…” Lakeshia turns to me with a lost expression on her face. “I need a push. I need you. Maybe if you help get me there…” She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Maybe asking you for this will cause me to repeat the same mistake with you, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you again.”
“Then walk me through what you need. I want to be clear what you expect.”
She steps back and shakes her head. “I’m making a mess of this because I don’t honestly know what I’m asking you.”
I cup her cheek as an idea dawns on me. From what she’s let slip, she’s dabbled in the lifestyle as a dungeon madame, however, Lakeshia’s personality is more of a leader than a submissive. Even during our passionate nights, she never completely submitted to me.
Shinji could never provide for her what I can. He’s too eager to please and fulfill her every request, he won’t challenge her when she needs it. Instead, he’ll fold the second she asserts herself. He can’t help it. At another time or place, Lakeshia can benefit from Shinji’s brand of catering, and I’ll enjoy watching them when it happens.
But that time isn’t now. Now, she stands before me, displaying a level of uncertainty so unlike her, I doubt my own assessment of her situation.
Ever since meeting her, Lakeshia has been an enigma, an enchanting puzzle I’ve tried to solve. I have an incomplete picture of her, but every new piece she reveals draws me deeper into her sphere. Now is no different. Her admission exposes a glimpse into a new piece of who she is and I have no choice but to admit she’ll forever captivate me.
“The words you’re finding difficulty voicing is you want me to take control of everything. You want me to dominate you in a way you’ve never let me or anyone else. To let yourself go. Am I right?”
She raises lost eyes to me. I sink into the glossy brown depths, wanting to mine the confidence hidden beneath the layers of her recent apprehension.
“Maybe?”
“I’m willing to try, and if it eases your concerns, know I am good at establishing boundaries,” I say.
“Ha! Tell that to someone who hasn’t seen Shinji bulldoze over them.”
I separate us while keeping a firm hold on her shoulders. “I understand where you might get that misconception, but Shinji pushes within the parameters I set. We work because, even when he’s a brat, he knows not to go too far.”
She searches my gaze, inspecting me for doubts.
There are none.
“If I’m right, you have to trust me.”
“I do.” Her eyes widen. “I do,” she repeats in amazement, then again with more conviction.
My heart doubles its beat at her certainty.
“You won’t push me beyond what I’m ready for.”
I angle a glare at her. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Tora, but I won’t need it. Not with you.”
I take a breath to clear my head. Lakeshia’s faith in me is a heady drug, doing a number on my ego and my heart. This woman has to know the power she’s handing over to me so lightly, but I have to be sure. “Lakeshia, I need you to promise you won’t tough things ou?—”
“I won’t.” She shakes her head but slows and a frown downturns her lips. “Well, I never needed to before, so I think we’re good.”
I pinch her chin and lift her face until she meets my gaze. “You only had sex before where everything was superficial and physical and never touched you in any way that mattered. What you’re asking for us to do is different. You’ve never completely handed over control of your body, mind, and emotions to someone else, and I need you to pay attention to your needs. I’d rather not be the reason you need another session with your therapist.”
She grabs my arm and squeezes. “I won’t put us at risk.” A sliver of a smile widens her mouth with a return of her sexy confidence. “Takeshi, will you fuck me, please?”
I don’t make Lakeshia wait too long for my response. I lift her in my arms.
She stiffens before relaxing her body in my firm grip. It’s the first time I’ve carried her, though there’ve been many occasions I wanted to act the overprotective Neanderthal to her damsel in distress if only she would show when she’s suffering.
My reaction is a major reversal considering I despise women who rely on others to save them. Not that Lakeshia ever would. She’s the conductor of her healing. Despite her ability to stand on her own strength, my Lakeshia deserves a man who can take the lead without steamrolling over her.
She deserves me.
Despite the many nights I’ve held Lakeshia close, there’s something about this moment that clarifies my purpose in our relationship. Shinji views her as our heart, the mortar holding us together, but he’s only partially right. We’re each other’s glue, the lifeblood that gives us everything worth living for. In reality, we are the perfectly baked cake.
Shinji is the rich, fatty butter and milk that makes the texture of the cake so good all anyone wants is to feel him in their mouth. Lakeshia… She’s the secret ingredient that propels a basic recipe into an award-winning masterpiece. And me? I’m the flour, providing the structure that allows Shinji and Lakeshia to shine.
We enter the bedroom, and I kick the door, not taking the time to ensure it’s closed. All my attention is on the woman in my arms. I stand her up and release her. She immediately raises her hands to her clothes until I halt her movements with a soft squeeze.
“I have rules. Touch yourself only when I permit you. Touch me only when I allow you. Eyes on me, no exceptions. And last, speak only when spoken to or when you need to use your safe word. If you defy me, there will be no orgasm for you.”
“Simple enough.” She takes a deep breath, drops her hands to her sides, and stares me in the face. Although she tries to hide it, a small twitch at the corner of her eye betrays her dissatisfaction at the prospect of not coming.
A conflict rages inside me at the possibility of denying Lakeshia. Of watching her as her sexual frustration produces beautiful tears dripping down her cheeks while her pleas for release land on deaf ears.
Oh, how good I can make her feel as I comfort her sensitized body where even an innocent caress could launch her into a massive release. At the same time, I want to gift her with the kind of orgasm she needs to dispel the fears currently stopping her from sharing her body with Shinji.
Seconds pass by, how many, I don’t know. In the time span, I soak her in. “Do you know how admirable and brave you are?”
Her breath hitches, and her lashes flutter with her surprise at my opening.
“I expect a response.”
“I’m a survivor. Not sure how much bravery clinging to life involves.” Her lips twist in a sardonic smirk.
I pull a lock of hair from her updo and twirl it around my finger. “A lot. Every time you shatter, you rebuild. And the miracle is, you aren’t bitter. You don’t lash out and hurt people because you’re hurt. It takes a lot of courage to wake up every day and choose to prioritize other people’s safety over your loneliness.”
Lakeshia’s breathing quickens and a sheen covers her eyes. I stroke her shoulders until she focuses on me again.
“You with me?”
A shudder runs through her but she bobs her head.
At Katsuo’s, whether or not she knows it, she revealed an inability to accept her good qualities. Either that or she doesn’t trust when a third party notices. So today, I’ll give her the passion she craves with a side of the praise she deserves. Only when she embraces everything Shinji and I have to offer can she truly and fully reclaim the sexual aspect of her nature she’s divorced from herself.
I grab the hem of her shirt and raise it slowly, exposing warm brown skin inch by inch as I leave a trail of goosebumps in my wake. I free her of the shirt, throwing it behind me before I tackle her jeans. The soft denim sinfully hugs her hips and thighs, but the sight of her won’t deter me. I drag the garment over her body, breathing in her intoxicating arousal.
“When I deem you ready, I’m going to taste you. Lick you everywhere. And you will receive my attention in silence.”
She opens her mouth, on the verge of protesting, but she hesitates and nods.
I take her mouth, rewarding her with a deep stroke of my tongue as I savor her.
Lakeshia stands still, receiving me without taking over. A sense of loss reflects in her eyes and consumes me as we separate.
“Twenty-four hours will never be adequate time to explore the wonders of your mouth, lips, and body.” I stroke her bottom lip, swollen from my recent attention.
She brushes the pad of my thumb with her tongue.
I inhale, my nostrils quivering. “I’ll forgive you this once for touching me without permission because you did it without realizing.”
She gasps and presses her lips together, but doesn’t protest or defend herself otherwise.
I step back to take her in and to cool myself off enough for the next step.
Lakeshia stands before me in cream lace. Her bra and panties are a contradiction of innocence and sinfulness. They hug her curves, highlighting the creamy expanse of exposed skin while teasing me by hiding her more delectable bits.
I lean forward and suck her earlobe into my mouth, relishing the deep shudders in her body. “Have I thanked you yet for the gift you gave me?”
Lakeshia twists her head, a wrinkle on her forehead marking her confusion.
I tweak her nose before resting my hand against her heart. “You said you trusted me. I promise I’ll treasure and honor your faith in me.”
She opens and closes her mouth, but doesn’t say what’s on her mind. I won’t allow her to speak either, anticipating she’ll deflect and minimize rather than accept my gratitude. Relegating her to silence will wear her resistance away and open her to all the possibilities at her fingertips.
I return my attention to her ear, licking and nipping her skin on a slow journey down her neck. All the while, I whisper my appreciation for her body; her mind…her soul.
“Damn, chiisai senshi no megami, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” I pause with my lips hovering over her chest to peek at her and await her response.
She clears her throat. “I have no control over the genes my family gifted me.”
I huff a laugh and shake my head. “Your physical beauty is undeniable, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” I press my lips above her heart.
Her organ thuds in response before fluttering with rapid beats beneath me.
I lick the skin, savoring the slight saltiness while inhaling her floral scent. “And your appeal here only matches your clever brain. Thank God Shinji recognized how well you would fit us. Fit me.” I shift to encompass her nipple, sucking the bud through the lacy material to the sound of her soft gasps.
As her passion rises, I gentle my pulls and take a step closer to the bed without sitting. “Undress me,” I say. “Take your time. Make me burn for your touch. And tell me about something I do for you that you like. Preferably not sexual.”
Lakeshia’s hands linger over the top button on my shirt, her eyes filling with alarm.
I focus on her reaction, gaging her breathing for distress, but she quickly takes herself in hand and tackles the buttons on my shirt.
All signs of hesitation disappear. Instead, the specter of the sexy, in-demand madam with an elite clientele hovers around her body.
My temperature rises in response to the vixen slowly revealing herself while her fingers linger centimeters away from my chest. Scorching heat swirls between our bodies. The possibility of her touch burns my skin despite the distance.
I inhale, greedily taking in her arousal as she undresses me.
Once she throws my shirt over her shoulder, she licks her lips and her stare shifts between my face and chest. A battle rages beneath her hungry gaze, but I can’t tell if it is from following my no-touching rule or if there’s another reason for her conflict.
I hold steady, my nipples hardening under her regard as a hush falls over us. Beneath the quiet, lies an unknown danger, but I won’t intervene unless she asks. The reason we’re here is to confront and conquer her demons while I stand by in solidarity.
Finally, her breath shudders, breaking the silence. Her battle is over.
Anticipation tightens every nerve in my body as I await the outcome.
“You’re such a calm and steadfast person.” Her words start in a whisper as she answers my earlier question, but they grow with conviction.
Ah, so her fight wasn’t between her natural inclination to challenge me versus her desire to submit. Rather, her struggle centers on not being triggered. Does this mean the work she’s done on herself is succeeding?
“Nothing seems to shake you, and that’s everything to me. I’ve lived every day never knowing from one day to the next if I’ll need to run for my life, always knowing down to the second how long it will take me to get my go-bag and bounce. But with you, I haven’t thought about running away. No mini strategist is working in the back of my mind telling me what I’ll have to do if shit goes sideways, and I’ve never felt lighter. It’s nice and new. This feeling I get when I’m with you. I don’t want to lose it.”
I bob my head, at a loss for words and humbled by her courage to confront her battles, and that she’s winning. Because her victories are my triumphs, no matter how big or small.
I swallow repeatedly until I can issue my next command. “Remove the rest,” comes out hoarse but I don’t care.
She kneels and my dick hardens further. My chiisai senshi no megami is at my feet and I have to restrain myself from grabbing her head and feeding her my length. Although she follows directions well, she has moments of slight hesitation.
Lakeshia hasn’t completely surrendered to me, but she will.
I land on the bed behind me with a small bounce, bringing me to eye level with her pussy. Nonetheless, I don’t make another move.
Greed fills her eyes as she takes in my nude body. I understand the sentiment. Her thighs are slick from her leaking arousal. Having forced both of us to wait long enough, I spread my legs and grab her hips, bringing her closer to my face.
Lakeshia’s thick thighs guard the treasure I want—no, need—to taste with growing desperation only Lakeshia can inspire.
But demanding she ride my face while I consume every drop of essence from her isn’t why we’re here. At least, not the entire reason.
“What’s your safe word?” I ask, successfully adding a sternness to my tone I doubted I could achieve.
“Tora,” she says with a trembling breath.
“Good.” I lift her leg and place it on the bed beside my thigh.
The action spreads her lower lips and exposes the quivering bud I intend to torture almost to the point of desensitizing her. I meet her hungry stare while I slowly raise my hand and begin petting her pussy.
Lakeshia’s breasts quake and her nipples harden, begging for more of the attention I lavished on her earlier.
“Do you know why I call you chiisai senshi no megami?” I feign mild interest in the question as I gently push two fingers inside her body.
Lakeshia’s walls clutch and pulse around my digits. “No, and I don’t even know what it means.”
“I’ll correct the error now. Before I do, ride my hand.” I circle her clit, loving the small gasping noises escaping her mouth and the way her thighs swivel to take more of me deeper inside. “Do you recall the day you shot me? You stood over me, defiant and brave in the face of my threat. But you were more than that. You were a vision. A goddess, ready to go to war, even if I was your enemy. Even as I bled, angry at you for hurting Shinji, I lay in awe of you, my chiisai senshi no megami, my little warrior goddess.” I press harder on her clit as I finish.
She moans, biting her juicy lips before locking her response behind gritted teeth.
Good. For the rest of the night, I won’t allow her to escape by coming up with responses. There will be no escaping the cocoon we’re in nor the barrage of sensations I’ll lay waste on her body.
I might die in the process, but there is no worthier cause than helping Lakeshia recover an inherent piece of herself she misses.
I pump into her, alternating the speed and power of my thrusts. “When I touch you like this, when I feel your body weeping your desires over my palm, I’m not just finger fucking you and you aren’t just riding my hand. We’re creating memories we’ll want to relive and improve. We’re starting a story with no ending, only new beginnings.”
Her body squelches and her fluids drench me with every image of our future I paint. A future I’m building in my mind for my benefit as much as hers.
Lakeshia reaches out to me but thinks twice and hugs herself. Her eyes are barely visible beneath half-lowered lids, but she hasn’t strayed from looking at me. She follows my directions. Even as her body screams and she’s on the verge of exploding.
Her thighs begin to tremble, and I retract my hand to her cutting short a moan.
With her pants peppering the air, I fall back on the bed saying nothing. For at least three minutes, neither of us moves.
Lakeshia’s frustration lashes me, although we are no longer touching. When she doesn’t object or finish the job herself, I deem her first foray into submission a success worthy of a reward.
“Lakeshia, my chiisai senshi no megami, you have no idea how proud of you I am, do you?”
Her brow furrows in confusion.
“Well, I am. Now come for your reward. Climb over me until your pussy hovers above my mouth. My rules are still in effect. No touching and no talking.”
She licks her lips, but there’s no hesitation in her movements as she follows my commands.
Once she spread her legs above my head, providing me with a view of her fat pink pussy, I’m the one who has to fight for control. We aren’t close to being done, however her rich, sensuous desire flirts with my senses. I inhale deeply, allowing her scent to embed itself into my pores.
Having deprived myself long enough, I latch onto her hips and lower her body. And I feast.
Lakeshia jolts upon contact but doesn’t shy away from the sensation. Despite the time I gave her body to cool, her clit remains sensitive. I lick, nip, suck, and swallow, lingering after every moan from her lips. I’m in no hurry to push her over the edge. Every shudder and sigh I draw from her body is a gift, a blessing from my goddess, and more motivation to make this orgasm one she’ll always remember. One without trepidation or regret.
Sweat loosens my grip on her thighs, and I circle to her ass, pulling and squeezing the flesh overflowing my large hands. I almost lose myself on the playground of her body, my desires almost overpower my control. My dick is a leaky faucet, pouring copious amounts of pre-cum down my scrotum. I’m so hard. My balls are tight and ready to explode, but I deny myself.
Although Lakeshia serves me, albeit at her behest, I determine what service to me entails.
Without disconnecting from her, I twist our bodies and pull her legs over my shoulders. At this angle, I have more control over her, and I use everything in me to bring her to the brink again. I slow my strokes, softening my tongue as I lap up her juices before rising to meet her dazed stare.
Sweat-drenched and lashes spiky from tears, Lakeshia has never looked more vulnerable or beautiful.
“Do you need your safe?—”
She shakes her head before I complete my question.
“Good, because I’m not done rewarding you.” I lean over her, allowing her legs to fall off my shoulders and land to the side. Once our faces are inches apart, I swipe my tongue across her lips. “Open for me and let yourself go.”
The seam blocking me separates. While I thrust my tongue into her mouth, I push my dick into her entrance, stretching her to accommodate my size.
After all the teasing, the many starts and stops, this is the one she can’t fight. Bottoming out inside Lakeshia causes her body to stiffen as a violent climax shudders through her. Her body contracts and pulses around me, massaging my dick in an endless ploy to get me to surrender under the beauty of her orgasm.
Her eyes widen and a scream builds in her throat only for me to swallow every sound with my unrelenting kiss. I grab her hands and lace our fingers together, anchoring her, anchoring me, in this moment of intense passion.
This moment is supposed to be about Lakeshia, but in doing for her, she’s done for me something no one has. She’s given me the freedom to define who I am with her. My pleasure spikes and everything I’ve bottled inside comes careening forth, pushing me to explode within her depths. I shudder as I empty loads of cum into her.
I turn us to the side, lifting her leg over my hip, needing to stay inside her even if we aren’t making love. “Speak to me. Did you get what you need?” I curve my hand around her cheek, searching her eyes for distress.
She opens and closes her mouth to respond before grabbing my hand and kissing my palm. “I don’t have the words, but I’ll try. I’m supposed to be a sex expert, but I never knew… When I asked you to help me, I didn’t expect to discover something new about myself.” A smile breaks out on her lips and her eyes beam with glee. “What we just did… It was terrifying and beautiful and joyous and everything I never knew I could have. I guess, to answer your question, yes, I got what I needed even if it wasn’t what I asked for. It was so much more.”
Lakeshia pulls me into an embrace and kisses me, carefree for the first time. Her enthusiasm quiets the doubts upon hearing I hadn’t delivered on her request. From her response, I overshot the goal and I can’t be mad at myself for that.
When she lies in my arms again, a dreamy, contented smile on her face as she stares at the ceiling, I ask, “Does this mean you’ll allow me to direct you from now on?”
My question surprises me, almost as much as Lakeshia. Having her full deference is as stimulating as her constant defiance and resistance.
As she mulls over my question, Shinji says from the doorway, “If she needs someone to dominate, I’m always available. And if she wants to serve you, I’m willing to watch because you two were fucking hot.”
Lakeshia laughs, releasing the tension building from the heavy question. Her walls contract around me, and I harden inside her again. The smile disappears from her face. “We can do this again, but not all the time.” She clenches her pussy and I groan as she begins to take charge in tone and action.
I grit my teeth as waves of sensation wash through my body, muddying my thoughts and making speech difficult. After a few quick breaths, my brain returns online, and one thought runs circles in my head. Asking for the kind of help I can provide is hard for Lakeshia. I cup her nape and thread my fingers through her hair until she looks at me. “Then I’ll need a sign that won’t make you feel awkward the next time you ask.”
A slew of emotions fly across her face, but the important ones, recognition and understanding accompanied by a sheepish grin settle my growing doubt.
“Okay then. How about… Me. Naked. And Kneeling?” She punctuates each word with a lick and kisses on my chin, jaw, and ear.
I swallow the lump of desire and groan when she squeezes her walls around my dick while twisting her hips. “Between you and Shinji, I don’t know who will be the death of me.”
“At least you’ll enjoy every second on your way out.” She winks before turning her head toward the door. “Join us Shinji. It’s been too long since the last time I tasted you.” She holds a hand out to my husband who eagerly strips to unite with us.
The seconds she takes to invite Shinji provide me enough clarity to respond. I lean toward her ear and whisper, “Whether you or I hold the reins to your surrender, you will forever be my chiisai senshi no megami.”