Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
L akeshia
The ride home doesn’t penetrate the fog separating me from feeling anything but fear. It’s nothing like the panic attacks. With those I sought to disassociate, now I can’t seem to grasp a thought for more than a second. I glance down at my closed fists, unable to feel relief that Shinji cleaned me before we left the house. The alarm ringing all the warnings inside my head deafens me to everything.
Tomasso will take everything from me, not just my life. After finally finding a reason to live, to genuinely live a life where friendships and family became a possibility, there’s no way I’ll have that now.
Shinji pulls into the garage, and Takeshi is at my door, pulling me out.
“What happened?” He glances at me then his husband.
“I’m not sure myself.” Shinji frowns, then nods toward the house. “Let’s take this inside. You need to wash up.”
Shinji’s words finally penetrate and I get a good look at Takeshi.
“You’re hurt?” I pat him down, looking for the source of the blood.
He grabs my hands and only when I peer into his face does he say, “It’s not mine. I’m unharmed.”
As if sensing my disbelief, he sighs and pulls me along. Shinji stalks us from behind, his usual ability to lighten the mood conspicuously absent.
We enter the house. Without stopping, Takeshi leads us through our bedroom to the bathroom while I docilely follow. While Takeshi undresses, Shinji strips me then himself. When we’re all nude, Shinji guides me into the shower where Takeshi awaits us.
The space can fit six people easily. Multiple shower heads in the ceiling and walls provide a full-shower experience where everyone gets drenched in the soothing downpour.
As if by tacit agreement, no one breaks the silence. Steam from the hot water fogs the air, enclosing us in an alternate reality where the horrors I’ve relived continue to fade into my past. I’m here where I need to be, with my loves.
The remaining blood on Takeshi’s body runs in rivulets until the water clears. Shinji and Takeshi take their time running a soapy washcloth over my body, and the fear that has stolen my voice begins to lessen, become more manageable, more like my survival mode days. I can function, if only at half my usual scale.
Feeling more human, I take the cloth from Takeshi and lose myself in cleaning him. Having his skin under mine and his vibrant dragon tattoos at my fingertips, reminds me he’s here. He’s with me where I need him. I turn my attention to Shinji who accepts my touch, although many questions remain under his curious gaze. Washing my men unlocks a new need, something familiar yet novel.
I’m not sure I’m ready to discuss what happened at the Valley house, but I am ready for something more substantive. I need to reestablish my connection to Shinji and Takeshi.
Without saying a word, I leave the shower and take my position in the bedroom.
Shinji and Takeshi stop in their tracks when they come upon me kneeling on the floor, naked and waiting.
“Lakeshia?” Shinji calls, breaking the silent blanket we’re under.
“Are you sure? You’ll have to follow the same rules as before,” he reminds me.
Unlike Shinji, Takeshi knows what I’m asking for but can’t yet verbalize.
I hesitate before nodding at each of them. “I need both of you inside me. At the same time.”
“Fuck!” Shinji’s breath whooshes out. “Shouldn’t we talk about what happened first?”
Takeshi splays his hand across Shinji’s chest. “Lakeshia has told us what she needs. Our questions can wait.”
I smile gratefully at Takeshi.
“Stay where you are,” he says to Shinji before turning his dark eyes on me and closing the gap between us to circle me.
I try to follow his movements, but when he disappears behind my back, I remember my role; to surrender to his will. Deep down, I need this to reassure myself we’ll survive and thrive. That neither Tomasso nor Paul can destroy the dreams we want to build.
“You want both of us at the same time, huh? So many options.” Takeshi slides his finger through the crease of my ass, then pulls my hair, bowing my head backward. “Choices, choices, choices.” He licks my lips before ending the caress with a nip. His voice deepens when he says, “And they’re all”—He pushes his hand between my thighs and plunges his fingers in my unprepared pussy—“Mine.”
I gasp and widen my legs to ease his entry and withdrawal from my body. Within seconds, my core softens to his touch, and liquid desire seeps from inside me.
“Keishi-kun…” Shinji groans across the room. He hasn’t moved since Takeshi issued his command, but he’s ready. His dick points toward me, full and hard and prepared to be buried wherever Takeshi decides.
Takeshi hits a spot inside me causing my eyes to roll. I widen my thighs again and swivel my hips.
“Eyes on me, chiisai senshi no megami.”
I snap my attention to his stern features, loving his fierceness. How easily Shinji and I fall in line is no longer a surprise to me. Takeshi makes trusting him as easy as breathing.
“Shinji, my love, can you smell her?”
“Yes, her scent is amazing. It’s taking everything in me not to crawl over to her and bury my face between her legs and lick her until her legs shake and she squirts in my mouth.”
My pussy clenches at his visual and Takeshi laughs. Not a gently amused titter but a dark, and sinister chuckle that bodes ill for me. He works his fingers inside me and circles my clit. “Her pussy seems to agree with you. Too bad, that’s not on the agenda.”
“But—”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
As Shinji approaches, a pearlescent drop forms on the tip of his dick.
“Wait.” Takeshi halts him when he’s inches away. “Can’t go wasting the goods.” He pulls his husband forward and opens his mouth to suck Shinji in. No teasing, just a greedy man sucking and swallowing like his life depends on it.
Shinji moans at the surprise attack. He sings an aria of desire as his husband conducts his performance.
Since I can’t take my eyes off Takeshi, I sit in a stew of unquenched need as jealousy spikes. I, too, want to taste Shinji, but without Takeshi’s permission, I can’t. Letting go and allowing someone else to dictate my movements is a struggle, it defies everything I know about myself. But after my first time surrendering to Takeshi’s mastery, I felt truly free for the first time. I didn’t have to guard myself against him.
For so long, sex filled an empty physical need, but when Takeshi takes charge, his teasing and care and even his unfair demands provide me a level of freedom I’ve never attained on my own. I want that again. The freedom to unburden myself and let someone else lead. It’s intoxicating and pushes me to face hardships with renewed energy.
Shinji groans as Takeshi separates from him. Lust and need shine through his heavy-lidded gaze as he peers down at me and Takeshi.
“To the bed, warubozu.” Takeshi nods Shinji toward the mattress.
He plods there with heavy steps, crawls on the bed, and positions himself to Takeshi’s specifications.
“Open up.” Takeshi taps my lips, and I comply without hesitation or forethought.
He smiles as he lowers his mouth to mine. “Good girl,” he whispers before pushing his tongue inside my mouth.
Sweet grassy notes burst across my tongue, hinting of Takeshi’s favorite matcha milk tea. Combined with Shinji’s salty essence the two men create an addictive flavor I can’t get enough of. I suck Takeshi deeper, feeding my never-ending hunger and wishing he would let me use my hands to draw him closer. I close them into fists to stop myself from reaching out and sinking them in the silky strands at his nape.
When Takeshi ends the kiss, I mindlessly follow, craving more of my perfect duo and his mastery.
“Now’s your turn. Get on the bed and straddle Shinji. He’s not allowed to enter you without permission. And keep your eyes on him.”
What torture does Takeshi have in store for us? Does it matter? The result will blow my mind.
I crawl from the foot of the bed with an exaggerated swing of my hips for Takeshi’s view. His sharp inhale strokes my ego and increases the fire raging inside me. Once I straddle Shinji, the bed dips as Takeshi joins us. His heat blankets my spine.
“Lean on me if you need.” Takeshi’s warm breath bathes my ear, awakening nerve endings I didn’t know I had. He brings his large hands around and cups my breasts. “Do you like what you see?” Takeshi directs his question to Shinji who eagerly nods.
“You two are the embodiment of everything beautiful and right in my life, the religion I worship, and the reason my heart beats.”
With his long hair flared across the pillow, Shinji is the image of a sinful sacrifice, ready and eagerly awaiting his devouring. His distended brown nipples beg for the same attention Takeshi plies to my breasts, and I want to be the one to toy with him.
“Warubozu…” Takeshi exhales, fluttering my hair against my cheek. “You test me with your sweet words, but don’t worry, I’ll show you my appreciation tenfold.”
I shudder and relax into Takeshi’s hold.
He gently presses his lips against my shoulder. His mustache and beard tickle against the sensitive area, arousing more sensations from his simple caress.
My body screams for me to move, to swivel my hips between his and Shinji’s dicks, to rub my clit against their bulbous tips if only to buffer the hunger rampaging inside me.
As if he’s read my mind, Takeshi thrusts against me, but his aim is off. He gently pinches my nipples. My body’s reaction vies with Shinji for my attention.
His face freezes in torturous rapture, the muscles along his jaw spasming as he pants through his mouth. My gaze travels down his torso to the action occurring between my legs.
I bite back my exclamation in time and gulp.
The reason Takeshi’s thrusts miss the mark is I’m not his intended victim. Shinji is. Each time Takeshi presses into my ass, he rubs the underside of his scrotum against Shinji’s.
A whimper escapes me, but I can’t help it. I’m a thirsty bitch and all I want is to take them both in my mouth, slobber over them and suck them dry until they can’t come anymore.
“Keishi-kun, please let me touch her or you. I’m in need, too.”
“Hmm.” Takeshi licks my ear. “Do you also need to touch us?”
“Please,” I gasp, finally able to voice my desire.
Takeshi removes his hand from my breasts and presses down on my hips until my pussy connects with their thrusting dicks. He controls my body, pulling and pushing me so he and Shinji alternate sliding through my wet labia. Gentle bumps to my clit cause my channel to clamp over air, and my desperation to be filled grows.
The air fills with our heavy breathing, intoxicating pheromones, and heat. Oh God, the heat! It’s inside and all around, scorching me as my need escalates.
“Don’t either of you even think about coming,” Takeshi growls and stops all movement.
I gasp as if dropping from a fifty-foot height at the sudden loss of his and Shinji’s touch. But I don’t protest. I hold it in even as frustrated tears glaze over my vision.
“Keishi-kun… Don’t be cruel. I?—”
“If you demand anything right now, you won’t get a reward.” Takeshi shuts Shinji’s objection down before he can complete it. He waits a few heartbeats that might as well be an eternity.
Sweaty droplets slide down my skin. I’m not the only one drenched. Shinji’s hair sticks to his cheeks and forehead and a sheen coats his body. From my last contact with Takeshi’s body, he’s in a similar state.
Suddenly, Takeshi’s palm presses against my spine, pushing me forward toward Shinji. I go along with his silent demand, and Takeshi pulls away.
“Hmph!” Shinji’s eyes widen and he peers at the gap between our bodies. I follow his stare to Takeshi’s hand, stroking Shinji’s length with firm up and down strokes. Milky fluid flows from the tip, coating Takeshi’s hand, but then he stops.
“Are you watching me, chiisai senshi no megami?”
“W-we both are.” I should feel guilty for disobeying him, but I can’t.
“I’ll let you slide for now.” Takeshi pushes on my lower spine right above my crease while aiming Shinji’s hardness at my opening. “Now take Shinji’s dick.”
I glide down Shinji’s length, his girth stretching me without stopping until his balls rest against my ass. Finally! My core clenches him, glorying in my fullness.
“You feel so fucking good, Lakeshia. You. Takeshi. You’re mine. Always.” Shinji reaches for me and pauses with a glance over my shoulder.
“Yes, kiss her. Prepare her, because we’re going to stretch her pussy real good.”
I still and peer into eyes as wide as mine. Although trepidation fills mine, giddy anticipation shines through Shinji’s.
There’s no way…
Takeshi wouldn’t.
“My choice…” Takeshi pushes a finger inside me while Shinji thrusts.
I don’t hate the additional stretch, but a finger isn’t near the width of Takeshi’s dick. He and Shinji are thick and long. I mean, the possibility has always been there, but even as a madam, I’ve never taken two in the same hole at once. And I’ve had my fair share of orgies.
“My choice,” Takeshi repeats, “Is to feel my husband’s dick rocking against mine as we fuck our wife together.”
My heart seizes, and I snap to catch Shinji’s reaction.
His radiant smile almost blinds me. “Damn, right! It’s about goddamn time you claimed her properly.” Shinji grabs my head and slams my mouth on his, fulfilling Takeshi’s edict.
A whirlwind whips through my entire body, disabling my ability to process what just happened. Wife? Each time I land on the word, Shinji and Takeshi distract me with another caress or another soul-shattering kiss.
Takeshi now has three fingers in my pussy. A pleasant burn accompanies his entry into my body.
Shinji releases my mouth to nibble my neck and massage my breast. “This…this is only one of the million ways we’re meant to love each other. Please don’t fight it. Accept us.”
Takeshi’s body blankets me. “I need a response, too. Do you accept us and everything we’re demanding of you right now?”
Do I have a choice? My heart says no, and if I can’t trust the organ responsible for keeping me alive, how can I trust anything? “Yes, I accept you and everything you’re asking of me. My love for you demands nothing less.”
“Good answer.” Takeshi places himself at my opening and Shinji stills to welcome our third. “Remember to breathe.” Takeshi pushes inside me, gently breaching me.
I gasp at the sensation. Pleasure and pain combine as my body stretches to accommodate another hungry beast. But Takeshi doesn’t rush. Despite his tight grip on my hips hinting at how close to the edge of his control he is, he doesn’t ram his way forward.
Bit by bit, he advances until he’s fully seated. His breath peppers the skin on my jaw. “Take Shinji’s hands and hold them beside his head.”
Once I complete my task, Takeshi reaches over my shoulders, overlaying his hands on ours.
“This is us.” He thrusts inside me, which urges Shinji to withdraw slightly. “I bind myself to you so tightly nothing will ever separate us. No hardships, pain, or death. My future belongs to you and Shinji and no one else. I’ve tattooed your names on my heart more deeply than the tattoos on my back and when I draw my last breath, your names will be the last ones I utter.”
As Takeshi speaks, I sense there is more to his words than living his fullest in the present. He snags my heart with each sentence, binding me as tightly as he binds my hands to his and Shinji’s.
When Shinji stares into my eyes and repeats after Takeshi, I realize what lies under my reaction. These are wedding vows. Words I never thought to exchange with anyone. Even as I accepted my love for these men, I never expected a formal declaration. Deep down, I expected we’d live together without ever defining our relationship. But of course, Takeshi and Shinji have other ideas. They never fail to surprise me.
And despite not having an audience witness our commitment, this is somehow better than anything I could have dreamed of. A traditional wedding would never suit me, but fucking and being fucked by the men I love while they pledge their lives and hearts to me? And they do so while trusting whatever I’m withholding won’t destroy us.
I blink away happy tears as emotions and sensations war inside me. Pleasure, joy, and most of all, love. When Shinji finishes his vow, I recite the same words, changing only one sentence. “Although I don’t have tattoos on my back, your names are also deeply tattooed on my heart, and when I draw my last breath, your names will be the last ones, I utter.”
Takeshi presses his forehead against my spine and shudders. “From this day forward, we aren’t just lovers, we are husbands and wife. And god willing, we’ll start a family that will share in the love we have for each other.”
Shinji captures my lips in another kiss, but he infuses this one with all his hopes and dreams. I can almost touch the vision of us together without the specter of danger over our heads. I cry out, overwhelmed by the beauty of the scene I’m in the center of and the one in my head.
Takeshi and Shinji alternate stroking inside me, hitting areas I’ve never felt. The constant stimulation pushes me closer and closer to an explosion that will destroy and rebuild me stronger from one breath to the next.
“Keishi-kun… I’m so close.”
“Then come, my warubozu. Let’s all come together.” Takeshi pulls on one set of our joined hands and directs them between our bodies. While I stroke their moisture-covered shafts, they take turns teasing my clit.
My moans come faster and faster as the pressure builds. My legs, stretched to accommodate both men, begin to shake. A monstrous wave is heading my way. It’s seconds away from crashing into me and hurtling me into a screaming climax. Before it takes me, Takeshi twists my head around to capture my mouth. He swallows my breath as he and Shinji release their cum inside my eager body.
For endless moments, I milk them, unwilling to separate from them. Never sated with our connection.
Takeshi falls to his side, bringing me with him and turning me on my spine. He peers deeply into my face, searching, maybe ascertaining how well I’m faring. “Did you get what you need?”
“And more,” I whisper with a dazed smile.
He glances toward Shinji, and I follow his gaze. “Although I didn’t intend to exchange vows the way we did, the moment seemed perfect for it.”
“I’m glad we did.” Shinji’s eyes darken for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He raises my left hand with his and kisses my fourth finger. “I just wish we had a suitable ring to commemorate the moment.”
“Who says we don’t?”
Shinji and I swing our heads to Takeshi. I with my mouth open on a gasp and Shinji with a growing grin on his face.
“You didn’t,” he says, despite the hope in his voice clearly wishing Takeshi had.
Takeshi rolls his eyes. “I don’t know who you take me for. Although I didn’t plan everything that happened just now, I damn sure planned a ring.”
He rolls to his other side and removes a jewelry box from the nightstand. He returns to us and opens the ring box. “This is a special design that represents the three of us and our hopes for our future, meanwhile working to protect you.”
Lying on a satin bed is a five-carat kite-cut center diamond surrounded by willowy vines and clusters of other gemstones I’m less familiar with.
He pulls the ring out of the box and Shinji splays my hand in readiness for Takeshi to slip the band on my finger.
“The center gem is a diamond, representing our everlasting love.” Takeshi slides the ring over my knuckle. “The emerald is a visionary stone that fends off evil energy, protects, and provides insight. Just like how Shinji knew upon meeting you, you were meant for us.”
I swallow at the accuracy of Takeshi’s observation. Shinji is the reason I’m doing the work to heal the wounds I’ve neglected my whole life.
“The lapis lazuli symbolizes strength, courage, and truth. All characteristics you embody once you put your trust in others. You’ve had to overcome a lot, and Shinji and I are in awe of the woman you’ve become despite your circumstances.”
“I couldn’t have picked out a more perfect stone for her if I tried.” Shinji kisses my fourth finger now adorned with my wedding ring.
I blink away tears, humbled by their opinion of me and a little guilty that I don’t fully embody the truthfulness of the gemstone. But I intend to. That should count for something.
I clear my throat. “And you? Where are you represented on my ring?”
Takeshi takes my hand and rubs the ring. “I’m the black tourmaline.” He spears me with a fierce glance. “The ultimate shield. I’ll stand between you and every threat, even if the danger comes from inside.” He touches my forehead then the area above my heart. “You are mine to protect with every breath in my body. And to pull it all together is the black gold band as unique as our relationship and a match to my and Shinji’s rings.”
I sob at his declaration. “I don’t know why I’m always so weepy when you show me how much you care for me, but I’m so happy I didn’t kill Shinji the day I knocked him unconscious.”
“What?” Takeshi and Shinji say at the same time before bursting into laughter.
“I’m serious.” I shove at both men. “If I hadn’t left you alive, we would never have met again.”
“And you wouldn’t have shot Takeshi.” Shinji winks at me.
“Must you remind me?” Takeshi dryly responds.
“But it’s true.” I shift my gaze between my two husbands. Husbands! The title fills me with more excitement than I’ve ever allowed myself. “Because without that day, we wouldn’t have found the pieces of each other we complete. And I don’t know about you, but I’m never going back to the person I was without you two.”
I pull at them until they rest their heads beside mine. For minutes or hours, I lose track, we exchange kisses and caresses while we admire our rings and the future they represent.
My body begins to heat again, but I stop them before we progress too far. “I need to tell you what happened earlier.”
Shinji and Takeshi share a glance. “If you aren’t ready, we can wait.”
“I am. I swear. I just needed a reminder of our connection first.”
“Okay, tell us what happened.” Takeshi brushes my hair behind my ear.
I nod and confess what precipitated my blackout, confident my husbands won’t condemn me for withholding Tomasso’s connection to my ex. By the time I finish my explanation, exhaustion drags at my eyelids. Before they close for the night, I catch Shinji and Takeshi sharing a glance, but I’m too tired to ask what they’re planning.