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“Motto namero.” Pulling back, I give her only the head, wanting her to wet me up for different purposes.

Stepping back, I spin her watching her binds tighten against her flesh.

She’s at the perfect height to take my dick. And she does —beautifully. The positioning of her in the ropes bends her body perfectly. Easing my dick in, I feel the infernal heat of her pussy cascading over me as I drive inside. Her muscles squeeze me to an almost strangling degree.

“I love how tight you are yet still taking me so well,” I tell her on a groan as I bottom out.

The pulleys help when I push her away as I withdraw. When I release her gravity brings her back with a heavy slam making her ass jiggle when she comes into contact with me.

“Look how she loves me splitting her open,” I tease, looking down at how she’s drenching my dick with her want. “Juicy ass motherfucker,” I say more to myself fucking into her deep.

Nirvana couldn’t offer me better pleasure than me fucking my little dove. Push and relax, letting her ass cushion the slam as I fuck her. I take her, take everything she has to give, unrelenting and without remorse.

“Ahhh,” she cries her pussy gushing around me, hot drops of her girl come dripping on the tatami mat. I don’t relent, I fuck her through her orgasm, chasing my own.

My body is hard and slick with sweat as I piston my dick in the soft tight pussy that pulsates with the aftermath of her pleasure. She takes me with the soft encouragement of more,please, and sweet mention of my name. Who am I to deny my goddess? She is my mission, my ministry, my mantra.

Steady long strokes are met with groans of passion, demands of desire.

“Give me this fucking pussy as only you can,” I grunt, pressing hard into her spot again and again knowing she’s about to break and ruin me.

“So good. So good, Hisashi,” she whimpers.

“Another,” I demand, finding her clit swirling, keeping pace with my thrusts. My sac tightens just as her pleasure breaks across my fingers again.

“Good little wife,” I praise. My own nut almost forces me to my knees as it shoots out in hot jets filling her pussy until it’s overflowing.

Sinking to my knees, I bathe her with my tongue taking both of us down with long sweeps of my tongue.

Rising to my feet I take her mouth sharing our essence.

“Beautiful, little dove.”

Chapter

Twenty-Two

Taylor

There isno part of me not sore when I wake in Hisashi’s dark shrouded room. I can’t tell if it’s day or night, vaguely remembering him bringing me in here after he released me from the kinbaku knots and took me into the shower where he washed me and then himself before drying us both and wrapping us in warm robes.

Taking in the darkness of the room, the sparseness of it is not lost on me. I wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of this house is just as bare. Hisashi was never very fond of clutter. His apartment at university had only the essentials. At first, I thought it was because he hated the distraction of it. Once I learned more of his condition, I think he did it more to calm his mind.

His body is warm next to mine. I can feel his breath soft against my nape. I don’t know what woke me. Maybe the strangeness of the room, maybe being held by him, triggered a memory from long ago since he finally decided to come back tomy bed or rather bring me to his. Why he’s been back three days and didn’t bother to see me is not lost on me. He went to work. His mother is fine from the little I could glean from Aiko. Not that we had time for conversation during the kinbaku session when he was so determined to exert his dominance and test my limits. The type of pleasure he visited upon me was so freeing. For a moment I thought his guardian would emerge, but he didn’t.

Hisashi’s control last night during our time together was breathtaking. When he goes into the mode of being a kinbaku master his skill is incomparable. In the time we have been together I have seen how he has grown. His experience and maturity have changed his technique. He’s still removed from the experience except for the passion he unleashes in order to ensure both parties find pleasure. That’s his nature just as feeling emotional is mine. As long as he is touching me and focused on me, I feel safe, cared for. When he withdraws then I feel alone, abandoned.

“Go back to bed,” he mutters in my ear. Arm tightening just under my breasts he draws me closer and I can’t help the wiggle I give as I nest my body deeper into his warmth. He feels so good. He feels like home. Knowing he’s dangerous, more than unhinged, takes none of his appeal away. “A soul mate is yours no matter their flaws. The God of the universe will make it so that you alone are equipped to love them through any situation.” Are my mother’s words true? Will I be able to care for Hisashi no matter what? How delusional am I to even consider being with a person who nearly killed me. It’s not like I will ever be free. The question has become do I want to? And I don’t think I do.

“I woke up,” I say, kissing the arm that wraps around my upper chest. He’s holding me like I’m a lovie. Does he find his safety in me too? I know he once did. Now I feel the urgency in having that again.

“Can I ask you something?” I turn to his sleepy face. He looks at me for a long pensive moment then gives me a hesitant nod. “Hai. Tay-chan, you may ask me anything.”

Snuggling closer, I breathe deeply inhaling his fresh clean scent. “I know my leaving is the cause of all this. You know a little of the state your brother found me in, and I don’t know how in depth you spoke to him about it but I only left at his insistence. It wasn’t my choice.” He goes stiff as lead against me.

In one swift moment he shoves away from me. His hair falls in inky black waves over his forehead. His eyes blaze hot with rage as he looks at me through the fall of his hair. Disbelief clouds his gaze. Astonished anger spills across his face. His cheeks flush. The muscle in his jaw tics like a bomb and I swallow knowing I’m the one that will be caught in the fall out.

“Are you saying Kiyoshi forced your hand? That my brother who searched for me for years after you had me committed to one of the harshest asylums in Japan for the criminally insane was the one to make you leave?” He scoffs, shaking his head in disgust. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

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