Chapter Three Fiona #2
‘I’m going to touch you,’ he told me, fingertips teasing the skin just beneath my hemline. Even through my pantyhose, it felt electric. ‘Okay?’
‘Please,’ was all I could reply.
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers traced a quick, scorching line up my inner thigh before his hand settled firmly between my legs.
He ground the heel of his hand against my clit, and my body jack-knifed, the sound erupting from me somewhere between a sob and a wail. He kissed his way back to the spot behind my ear, and when he ground his hand into me again I nearly burst into tears. ‘I think we’ve found another spot you like.’
My hips started rocking involuntarily against him. ‘Please don’t stop,’ I begged. ‘Don’t stop – oh.’
The world narrowed to the pressure of his hand between my legs and the feeling of his lips behind my ear, and then it went white.
The orgasm hit me like a train, sudden and violent, his fingers around the back of my neck the only things holding me up as it ran me over, leaving me a shaking, quivering mess. ‘Oh my god,’ I moaned.
Satoshi drew my head to the curve of his throat. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Oh my god,’ I panted into his collar. ‘Oh my god.’
He chuckled. ‘ “Oh no, Satoshi, sex is over for me forever, orgasms are simply something that happen to other people.” ’ He kissed the top of my head. ‘That took, what, seven seconds?’
‘Please don’t—’ I gulped down some air ‘—don’t tease me.’
‘Don’t worry. I have no intention of teasing you.’
He pinched a section of my pantyhose and let it snap back against my skin. It made me jump, and he chuckled again. ‘Can I take these off?’
My brain was struggling to catch up. ‘What?’
‘You’re so wet, Fiona.’ Satoshi’s voice dropped almost an octave. ‘I can feel it through your stockings. Let me touch you properly.’
He stroked a line up the gusset of my pantyhose, and the world went from white to pink, a rosé haze. ‘Yes,’ I breathed.
He slid his nose against mine as he smoothed his hand up my side, under my dress. ‘Just how high up do these go?’ he asked, laughing.
‘Oh, shit, sorry.’ Things started to come back into sharper focus. ‘They’re control-top. With the mediation meeting today – it wasn’t that I wanted to look good, but I didn’t want to look bad either, and… oh god, they’re so ugly, please don’t look at them.’
Satoshi had peeled the pantyhose off me as deftly as he’d opened those bottles of wine, taking my underwear (sensible, practical, motherly) with them and tossing them behind him.
‘I don’t care what you’re wearing.’ He kissed me gently, lips just brushing against mine.
‘I care that you’re not wearing them anymore. ’
His fingers were back between my legs half a second before I remembered that, like orgasms, bikini waxes were also something only happening to other people.
‘Oh, wow,’ he said, tracing a line up and down the slippery centre of me, circling my clit with his fingertip until I started trembling, and then stroking back down again to dip ever so slightly inside me. ‘My goodness, Fiona.’
I could only whimper.
Two of his fingers slipped inside me, and he made a noise of satisfaction as I gasped and clenched around him. ‘Fuck.’ He bit my earlobe. ‘You really needed this, didn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ was all I could manage. ‘Please.’
He curled his fingers against my G-spot and stroked. I shrieked as his thumb found my clit, a sound he swallowed with a kiss. ‘Like this?’
‘Yes.’ It was more a mess of sounds than a word, yanked out of my throat as he found a rhythm. ‘Yes, yes, oh – oh – yes – yes—’
‘Satoshi?’
The knock at the door was like someone had emptied liquid nitrogen over our heads. We both froze, stiff and still as statues.
‘Satoshi?’ Charlotte called again. ‘Sorry to interrupt, but Mr Richardson’s here and—’
‘No worries,’ Satoshi called back. ‘I’ll be right there. Just a second.’
His fingers made a sound that could only be described as a squelch as he took them out of me. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, leaning his forehead against mine. ‘I’m doing a cellar appraisal for this guy. He’s got thousands of bottles – a big spender. I need to—’
‘It’s fine,’ I managed to say. ‘Go, go.’
He kissed me quickly, tugging his shirt hurriedly straight with his left hand. ‘Stay here. Wait for me. I’m not finished with you yet.’
He was out the door before I could reply. I heard water running in the bathroom across the hall as he washed his hands, then the sound of his footsteps echoing as he stepped onto the bar floor.
I took a long, shaking breath.
A second.
A third.
For a few moments, my mind was perfectly, entirely clear, empty of everything except the words I’m not finished with you yet.
And then suddenly, like I was a cartoon character standing under a piano, the world crashed back down on my head.
What the actual fuck had I just let happen?
This was Satoshi. Satoshi. I had let sweet, kind, young Satoshi Tsukamoto, who could probably sleep with anyone he wanted – who I’d once seen practically crush his boyfriend against an alley wall with the force of his passion – methodically, meticulously catalogue my body to work out what got me off.
I’d let him take pity on the poor, sad sex-deprived single mother he’d befriended – no, adopted, like a stray cat – and selflessly slide his hand up her skirt in a gallant act of service so he could give her one second of pleasure in her otherwise miserable existence.
Dots started swimming in front of my eyes, the same way they had in the mediation meeting. I had to get out of here before I died of embarrassment.
I managed to put my underwear back on, but my pantyhose laddered almost instantly. I stuffed them into my handbag with shaking hands.
They weren’t the only thing that was shaking.
My whole body was trembling violently, worse than it had been when he’d traced circles around my clit.
I could barely stand, but I had to go, I had to go, I had to hold it together long enough to get out of here before he came back and smiled at me with eyes full of well-meaning kindly compassion and said something like, Now, where were we?
‘Got to run!’ I announced as I almost sprinted past the tables, Satoshi and Charlotte’s faces a blur behind the bar (oh fuck, Charlotte, what had she heard?). ‘Thanks so much for tonight – I really appreciate it!’
‘Fiona—’ Satoshi began.
But I was already out the door – and I didn’t know how I could ever go back inside again.