Page 39 of Love on the Run

His gaze drops to my exposed flesh. Gripping the edges of the material barely hanging on to my front he reaches into the ragged edges with long fingers pulling it hard making it tear, ripping it away from my body.

His mouth curls into a snarl as hie gaze eats up my wet, lush pussy. “What the fuck would I want with that or anything else, when all this is mine?”

Bending his head, he inhales my fragrance. “Nothing smells this fucking good.” He covers my entire mound with his mouth sucking, swirling his tongue. His growl reverberates through me. I tremble, my muscles clenching in response to the way the lavishes attention on me.

He releases me, slowly tugging my lips until they pop free. “Nothing tastes this fucking good. Open your pussy for me.”

Opening my legs as wide as I can I reach down doing as he instructs, spreading my pussy lips apart exposing my hard clit to him.

He falls on me I like he’s starving.

Gasping as he spears his tongue inside of me, I arch to meet him stroke for stroke gripping the coarse inky strands of his hair. He pulls out, licking from my hole to clit in long nasty licks.Swirling, twirling with agonizing slowness only to speed up then fall off again.

“Akchiro.” His name falling form my lips in a plea. He’s breaking me. I’m climbing the fucking walls. Helpless to do anything other than beg him for release. “Please, babe.”

He pauses for a second. His lashes flutter up, his eyes me mine. “I got you.”

In seconds, two fingers are thrusting, fucking into me with relentless precision. I ride his hand, fingers, and tongue.

“Ohmygoodness.” I scream when he finds my spot pressing, as his devours my pussy mound with feverish intent. Arching as hot spirals of bliss lash me with almost painful pleasure, I squeeze my eyes tight shattering into a million pieces.

My whole bottom half feels like it has a heartbeat as I curl up into myself coming down from my orgasm and the scene we did before. I look up to see him towering over me dick bulging but seeming otherwise unmoved.

He wipes my juices from his mouth in one vicious swipe.

“You will let me use you as I see fit tonight. You will give me your face. You will make me proud.”

He waits I suppose for my acquiesce. I’m powerless to do anything other than rise to a sitting position, bury my face in the hard protrusion of his dick and kiss him in adoration.

“Hai.” I whisper.

“Hai.” He growls, placing a kiss at the crown of my head. “That’s my good girl.”

EIGHTEEN

ALL NIGHT

Flower

I don’t know what I expect when I’m led in the lounge of the formal dining room. This is the place where cocktails are normally served when we have guests on the yacht. We’ve not used this room the entire time we’ve been sailing. The teak floor gleams like bright honey. The three-sixty view of the world beyond is breathtaking. I can even see the stars twinkling in the night sky. The room is a deep contrast the cold severity of the man who summoned me.

He reclines back on the sleek chair in the sitting area watching the way the black gown hugs every curve of my body. It’s snug. Just short discomfort. It’s made so that fabric pulls me in and lifts me up just where I need it. The lace web design strategically gathers in places in such a way that my nipples and pussy are covered, the lace across my ass hides nothing. I doubt they could find a swatch with that much webbed lace.

Akchiro seems so at ease and pleased with himself. My breath catches. This motherfucker is gorgeous in all black. Every muscle is accentuated in the crisp black linen pulled taunted across his broad shoulders, he has on linen-silk trousers and adinner jack with a silk lapel. His collar is left open in what can only denote the casual debauchery coming tonight.

“Hana,” his deep baritone has my gaze rising to meet his as much as I long to keep my eyes on the masterpiece that is his body. “Come.”

His voice is firm. I can detect no malice, nor is there is room for me to disobey him.

Concentrating on putting one foot in front of me I force myself to move until I reach him.

“Kneel.” The instruction is soft and hard all at once. The tightness of the dress making it so awkward to do as her demands. My knees bend and I feel the material stretching across my body confining and supporting like a glove. His hand shoots out, his firm grasp helping me to assume the position he requires.

“This is the base position for a submissive. However, tonight I will require more from you. Because of your actions you must make atonement. I will know this first — are you are still seeking my forgiveness?”

“Yes, Takeda-sensei.” I keep my eyes lowered. Swallowing, not really understanding what more he can want from me. He wants —no is demanding my face. Publicly. Because to him, what I did was public though no one knows but our families. Enough for him to demand I make my atonement to those who are most important to him.

“I will have your eyes when you tell me this, Flower.” Hard words from an equally hard visage. He looks so fucking mean. For some reason that makes heat rise low in my belly.

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