Page 42 of Love on the Run

“You have done me a great service my friend. I have not been this entertained in years.” Tsuyoshi holds up his saki to toast Akchiro, who returns his praise with a slight bow of his head.

He offers me some from his own cup. I sip the liquid allowing the wine to infuse my already over stimulated body.

Several more toasts are made as each of the men also share their wine with us. More food is served until I have to decline because I’m well sated. I’ve lost count of the courses and thevarious dishes. By the time dessert is served I’m snuggling into Akchiro, lost in the scent of him.

He smells like everything I want to eat. If desire had an aroma, it would be him. It would waft into the air on notes of temptation slowly dragging me into his web. I’m helpless to do anything other than behave like a needy little concubine. The combination of the raw masculinity and sexual desire being heightened by them making us eat from their hands as they freely caress us between bites has every woman acting out of her character.

It’s not that I intentionally try to keep brushing my breasts against his chest it’s just that I like the rasp and sting his shirt makes against my aroused nipples.

I don’t mean to keep wiggling and curling up against him, but his thigh is so hard against my bottom. And he dresses left so the long ridge of his dick is pressed tight against my pussy.

He squeezes my waist making me whimper. I look up into the dark as hell onyx of his gaze. They smolder, his desire barely banked and tempered only by the cool calculation in his gaze.

“You’ve ruined my pants,” he murmurs for my ears only. “I took care of you earlier. Yet here you are begging me with whimpers and little moans to use you now.”

My pussy weeps and spasms at his taunting words. That is exactly what I want but to have sex in front of my friends? I could never. I lower my eyes. “Ie. I’m sorry Takeda-sensei.”No. You don’t do want to do something like that.I tell myself.

“Are you adding more lies to the list of your sins, Hana?” His words are so fucking cruel. I bite my bottom lip to calm my reaction.

A hard hand snaps onto the hair at my nape twining my ponytails into a tight knot tilting my head back until it arches to meet his ferocious gaze.

His face is hard, his jaw might as well be carved from marble. Diamond hard eyes hold inquisition and doubt magnified by the high imperial arch of a perfect brow.

Everything about my husband breathes perfection. And like a dummy, I crave him more than air. His intoxicates me.

His eyes track to my lips when I wet them nervously. He won’t tolerate lies. He wants my face.

“I do. B-But not here, please.”

“Your face, Hana.” Then. “You will show me how needy your tight little pussy is for me. Perhaps if she’s not weeping for me, I will give you a reprieve but we both know she never lies to me. Show me.”

I’m already doing what he demands in that hypnotic cadence he only uses when he wants my complete submission. It’s not soothing or kind. No, the complete opposite. It is nothing but command and expectation, promising punishment, or pleasure. Either are possible it’s the promise kept every time he takes me— punishment and pleasure guaranteed. How can I be anything other than his willing submissive when his dominance is the reward?

Pulling the webbed lace up to the juncture of my thighs I show him my pussy, completely saturated with want for him.

“Hana,” he chides. Reaching between my legs to run his fingers over my mound.

“Ah,” I can’t hide or muffle my reaction.

“Such a greedy, greedy girl.” With a slow thrust he pushes two long fingers inside of me.

“Eyes on me,” he growls. My eyes pop open in time to see the snarling visage of my husband’s face as he slowly finger fucks me at the table with my closest friends and family.

Heat flushes my skin. My face holds no secrets. He misses nothing. His mouth quirks in a vicious smirk.

“Yes, they can all see, Hana. The way you’re gripping my lapel. The way your open yourself for me. They can see you take my hand. They can hear your whimpers, the moan you can’t hide. They see you loving it. Loving me. Loving me though I had my foot on your neck. Loving me as much as my sub as you did as my exalted wife— perhaps more. They see how you love your new place. Show them how beautifully you come for me.” His fingers pick up speed curving so the hit my spot while he uses his thumb to swirl around my hard clit making me detonate coming on his hand.

He takes his fingers out of me holding my gaze licking them clean. “Best thing I’ve tasted tonight.”

Abruptly he pushes his chair back making me straddle him. I understand the assignment. I don’t wait for him to tell me. I unzip him and take him inside me in one hard slide.

“Fuck,” he grounds out as I take his dick like a champ.

“Take that motherfucker. You better not fucking stop till you bottom out.” He instructs doing nothing but holding my waist to help me stay steady.

He’s massive but I breathe through it until it feels like he’s in my chest. Then I look up into eyes that have given way with a little pride.

Leaning in I take his lips, biting on the release making his lips curl in a vicious smile. I drape my arms around his neck lifting myself until I’m on my tiptoes because he’s so tall and the tip of his dick is the only thing in me before gliding back down.

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