Page 3 of Love on the Run

Asking myself why I'm following his orders, I slip my fingers into my thick tresses and begin loosening my hair from its braid. I can’t believe it. I’m undoing my hair for a man I’ve just met. Unheard of. Flower “Don’t Touch My Hair” Carrington is completely losing my dang mind. But when he touches my hair it’s a touch of devotion. I blew it straight for tonight. It’s long since started to curl, yet pull or snag my hair—he doesn’t. His caress is bliss.

First, he lifts the mass off my neck, running his hands over the wavy plaits, further loosening them. Then he gently massages my nape, making me moan in the pleasure of his touch. I realize belatedly he knows what to do because his hair is long; he knows how1 heavy it can get.

“You’re beautiful but you don’t know it yet,” he whispers, his eyes dark with passion. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are to me and give you pleasure. Will you let me do that for you while you’re here in Tokyo, Flower? Will you blossom for me like a lotus?” He places sweet little kisses on the neck he’s bared, trailing down to the hollow, where he licks, sucks the indentation, causing pleasure to pool and throb in my pussy. I clench against the sensation as his other hand molds my breast, massaging, drawing out a hardened nipple.

“Yes.”

Lifting his head, Akchiro swoops down taking my lips in a searing kiss. Gasping, I moan against the crush of his soft yet firm lips. Goodness gracious! He tastes so good. His tongue is just as wicked as I want it to be. He delves into my mouth,offering himself to me, and I take him. My tongue slides alongside his. We sweep, tangle, and duel. I yield to him on a whimper when he grips my nape making me suck on the tip, teasing then rewarding me with a prelude of what is to come.

I don’t know how I come to be astride him. I feel the hot heaviness of his erection throbbing against my pussy. Can’t help but grind against him. He urges me on with his hands, grabbing the soft flesh of my ass. We fit together perfectly. My breasts rub against his shirt, causing little sparks of friction that shoot straight down to where our heated bodies join. If he feels this good and he not even inside me, what will sex be like with him? I wonder as he pulls away leaning down to flick my exposed nipple with his tongue. The sensations are overwhelming. I clutch him. “Oh, my...” I’m so close to him. He’s giving me everything I need in this moment. Things I never realized I wanted.

Then in a moment, I feel my world shift and my body literally lift as Akchiro moves me off his lap, sitting me beside him. I whimper in protest against the soft kiss he places on my lips. I don’t even realize I’m still clinging to him until he pulls my hands away, quickly adjusting my dress.

I touch my lips. They’re swollen from his kisses. I close my eyes in embarrassment feeling rage simmering beneath the surface. Angry at myself for even stepping inside this car and falling under his spell.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened,” I mumble, peeking through my fingers.

“Believe it.” His words are cold, and a muscle ticks in his jaw like he is grinding glass in his molars. Good. At least I’m not the only one affected by what we did and what we haven’t. Fucker. I’m glad he’s suffering, because at the moment my vagina is an inferno. Asshole.

“Now you see how it will be between us.” His confidence is sexy. Everything about him exudes dominance, and he is themost beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and yet that won’t be enough to sway me. I grew up around two brothers who dominated everything from my earliest memories and had made themselves powerhouses in the music industry. Though not immune to his obvious magnetism, I’m going to take a hard pass on any further involvement. I moved a world away from my family to get away from overwhelming masculinity, and still, I seem to draw it. Smiling, I shake my head tilting it to the side. “As much as I enjoyed our little interlude, I must decline, Mr. Takeda.”

The silence is like a bomb in the car. He doesn’t look surprised at my words. I can almost hear him scoff, “Americans,” in his mind. His regard is unwavering. I almost want to squirm, as if I’m a child being caught doing something naughty. In this case he’s the one with whom the naughtiness occurred, so his look shouldn’t bother me, but it does on so many levels. It’s almost as if in these short moments alone with him, he’s imprinted on me in such a way that what he thinks matters.

Finally, he reaches into his pocket and presents me with his card in the traditional Japanese fashion with both hands open. Receiving it with a bow, I can feel the embossed numbers on the bottom, but rather than look down, I keep eye contact as not to seem rude.

“If you are not afraid, my beautiful, Flower, and wish to spend the rest of your time here in Tokyo as my companion, call that number and everything shall be arranged.”

“I don’t think so.” I make my voice strong as I clutch the card. I say it’s to not throw it back in his face. Another voice whispers, “Lie.”

“You will, if you want to still come like you had to bite your lip a moment ago to keep from begging me to let you.” He leans over taking my lips, this kiss ruthless. He ravages my mouth— and I let him. He takes and takes, and I let him. I suck histongue into my mouth and smile when he groans. It takes all my strength to push him away. One more quick peck then, “Bao.”

The door sweeps open and there the giant is, along with Evangelina and Bridget. Looking back at him, I bow again, “Goodbye, Mr. Takeda.”

He bows, but his eyes never leave me as I scramble from the back seat of the limo with as much grace as possible, cringing as I hear Bridget demand, “What happened to your hair?”

THREE

Akchiro

I watched Flower leave. Feeling helpless to do anything other than watch her because that was exactly what I’d done all night. Watch her. I don’t like that shit one bit. It was as if she’d cast a spell on me. She captivated me from the moment I saw her body moving and her hair swaying as she danced alongside her taller friends. Watching her flit around them like a beautiful butterfly. In none of my thirty years had I ever been so fascinated by a woman. Her presence had me only paying mild attention to my brothers and our business associates. Which had brought subtle glances from the two men who know me best and knew that like a shark, very few things catch my attention when prey was in sight and that was what business was for me—prey.

Until I’d seen a far more delectable sight. I knew then I had to have her. Nothing would get in my way. I assumed wrongly that she would be impressed by me covering their tab and even my car. Where other Westerners had often fallen over themselves to get to me the moment they saw how wealthy I was, Flower remained unaffected to the end. Either she did not care, or she was attempting to play for higher stakes. Which she would bedisappointed. I want her without fail, but once she called, and I know she will, I can deal with whatever this was between us and leave it behind. I like being in control, and she threatened that with her wit and willfulness, so I’d done what I always do when presented with anything that challenges me—seek to conquer it. After meeting her, touching her, almost making love to her in my car, I not so sure who the victor is.

Resting my head on the headrest, allowing myself to think back to her petite form and lush curves, her full, plump breasts and the heat of her pussy radiating on my dick. I will revel in her. Take my time to taste every inch of her body. I’ll wrap all that long hair in my fist when I fuck her and maybe even let her touch mine. That I’d allow that and even craved it shock me a little. It would be no small torture awaiting her call. When I finally have her, I’ll reward myself well by availing myself of her to my heart’s content. A dark part of me nearly roared with pride over the fact I nearly brought her to orgasm. That part of me long ago silenced in my drive to succeed wanted to please her, was warmed when she’d smiled at me even when she was saying no. That part wants more. Wanted to know her. Make her laugh. Hear her cry out my name as I drive inside her over and over again. Hold her in my arms again and watch the sun rise in the Tokyo sky.

Watching those lights as the Rolls sped past the Tokyo night, I know I need to call on all of my hard-learned discipline and Samurai heritage for the wait to come. Takedas are many things and being patient was just as key to our success as our ruthlessness. Whether or not Flower was aware, she was mine.

FOUR

NOW WE’RE HERE

Flower

“That’s it, Hana, hold that pretty little pussy open for me.”

Nodding, I whimper feeling Akchiro stroke deep inside me. He fills me with his hardness pressing into me relentlessly. I squirm. It’s almost too much. He’s so big.

“Don’t run from me, Flower,” he growls hot a against my throat sucking the soft flesh there hard. I know he’s leaving a bruise. Why that makes my pussy gush I don’t know. Why does his meanness, make me wetter, make me want him more?

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