No Ordinary Love (15 page)

“My problem is that I’m never really at zero. I'm almost always teetering between eight and nine.” I took one step her way. She moved back and leaned against the wall. “Kenji is my name.” I got close to her, so close her warm breath skittered across my neck. She stumbled sideways and kept edging away.
Stop moving away from me.
I followed her. Anger bubbled in my skin, slowly rising above my body and transforming me into something else.

Other people would've begged for me not to hurt them or flinched the closer I came. Not her. Her writing or maybe her adventurous life gave her more courage than most. Although she saw the cage closing in around her, she still searched for an escape. How many dangerous situations had she been in?

On the outside she appears calm. Only she knows what's happening on the inside.

“What’s my name, Tora?”

Backed all the way into the wall, shadows hid most of her face, yet her body shivered. Her voice shifted into a whisper. “Dragon.”

I squeezed my fingers hard, certain there were red marks in my palm. “Why do you want to test me?”

“I-I don’t know. It’s just something I do. It’s hard to control.”

“You may want to change that when you’re around me.” I leaned into her. Those breasts molded against my chest and triggered a groan.

Now you know what you do to me.

“You should listen to me when I warn you,” I whispered.

“No.” She pressed against me. “I think you like it.”

I wished I could see her expression, but the darkness protected her face. “Maybe I do.”

“You do.”

I clasped my hands on her slim waist. She tensed.
So wild and beautiful.
Desire, blistering and all-consuming, throbbed inside my skin. I slid my hands up and down the outline of her body. “What else do you think I like when it comes to being with a woman?”

Her breaths picked up their pace. I could’ve sworn a tiny moan escaped her lips, but I had no idea. My heartbeats flooded my ears. I was too eager to taste her, too hungry to wait any longer.

“Maybe I should ask the questions.” Her voice came out shaky.

Is desire messing up your words, or fear?

Remaining silent, I glided my hands over her breasts. The fabric protected them, but I could still make out her pebbled nipples.
You're just as turned on as me.
She stirred under my hands and seemed to hold her breath.

I have to see her naked tonight. Everything else I’ll take my time with, but I must see her bare.

“What do you like?” she asked.

“It’s too much to rush in a few seconds of conversation.” I leaned in and brushed my lips against her ears. “And when I tell you, I don’t want you to be able to run.”

She tilted away. “What?”

The door banged open. She jumped. Laughter came next, and then a short, chubby American man walked in with two elegant women at his sides. Besides the many pearl necklaces that hung from their necks, the females were nude. Those pale beads swung back and forth between their tiny breasts. Both females were Japanese. He’d requested as much. Most of the rich foreigners hoped for the Tokyo experience, or what they assumed it was. Men like him watched Japanese porn and set that as the bar for our country’s sexuality—giggling girls unaware of the possibilities their bodies held. The stereotypes were wrong, but honesty didn’t bring in business, only a performance did.

“What do you mean?” Tora brought my attention back to her.

I moved away and fixed my shirt. It had wrinkled in my mad dash toward her and surely I look enraged and full of lust. The females didn't need to see me so disheveled. Gossip would spread in the Castle's dressing rooms. Jun would add details to the rest.

“Kenji?”

Aww. Now she uses my name.

“Yes, Tora.”

“Why do you think that if you told me what you liked, I would want to run?”

I tossed her a wicked smile. “Because most do. They race away. Some screaming, others just full of disgust.”

Chapter 15

NYOMI

Run away? Disgust? What type of sex did he like?

There was no time to ask him anything more. I should’ve been nervous to even sit around him, but the secret intrigued me. Like an anxious reader, I remained up all night, flipping the page and hoping to catch clues between the lines. The possibilities were endless—BDSM or maybe something worse. Was he one of those weirdoes that loved to dress up in costumes and hook up?

I took in his hard stature within designer wear. Even the manner in which he stood said
don't fuck with me
. There was no way this man put on teddy bear costumes. He'd probably kill the man that would suggest it.

Kill.

I could never forget that part of him. If he hadn't murdered people himself, then surely he ordered others to do it. That was the whisper about the yakuza—killers in business suits. Maybe it was all entertainment. Yakuza beat up people in video games. They took over territories and shed innocent blood in the old Japanese movies that Zo loved to make me watch.

How true were the things in the media? How bad was this man that made my flesh go crazy when he was near me?

Music came on—a soft violin accompanied by the low keys of a piano. One of the women had put it on. The whole time, the three new people concentrated on each other as if Kenji and I weren’t in the room. Being that the customer possessed more belly than muscle, I focused on the lovely melody flowing out of the speakers. The song teased my flesh. I couldn't make out the musical notes, just the emotions that riled my hormones. If a person sang over this, it would be a song about love, a melody on the heat of sex, and a warning about the fear of both. If it played somewhere else, I would've subtly wound my hips and lost myself in the tune.

But here, I couldn't. Kenji was too near, and so hot, the urge to fan myself came constantly. Another ten minutes or so and I might’ve fucked him right on the plastic bed.

What is it about me? Why do I always like bad guys?

Even as a kid, I’d rooted for the evil lord or murderous king in cartoons. Who would cry for The Joker, while everyone cheered for Batman? Was Skeletor really that bad of a guy? Sometimes He-Man walked around like his poop didn’t stink. Just once I hoped the enemy would prevail. Where was the happy ending for the ones that needed it most?

“Oh, you two are mine.” The chubby man fell onto the bed. The plastic creaked a little under him. He hadn't even asked why I or Kenji stood at the far end of the room, watching.

He's pretty drunk, but then Jun probably let him know we would be here. This guy probably likes to be watched.

Kenji came to my side. “Do you want me to get your chair for you?”

“No, I’m fine.” I leaned back on the wall. Our arms touched. Neither moved them away. That simple contact motivated my hormones to come alive. Swallowing, I did my best to concentrate on the bathing session.

Remember. This is why you’re here. Observe the bathing, and then get out of here, girl.

Chubby lay down on his back. His penis stood up in the air. I could say many things about the man, but having a small one wasn’t one of them.

Well, this should be interesting.

The women lathered his body in soapy water. Bubbles streamed down his skin. Each time they sponged him, little giggles left their painted lips. They left his cock untouched, yet taunted him the whole time—coming close to his length with the sponges and then quickly pulling away.

Minutes passed. Music intermingled with the sound of water slipping over skin, his needy grunts, and their sinful movements. Everything was a performance for them—from the way they held the sponges like they were huge cocks to how they accidentally dripped bubbles on their nipples and glided those soapy points over his closed mouth. My body responded. This man was no Kenji, but the scene in front of me stirred my insides.

“Oh, yes. Come on. Suck on my dick.” He tried to touch them.

Chuckling, one shook her head and put his hands back to his sides.

“Part of the session is a dance,” Kenji whispered in my ear.

I leaned in closer, pretending I couldn’t hear him but really just wanting him right next to me. “How long do they wash him?”

“As long as he can take it.”

The females poured buckets of soapy water all over themselves. Liquid dripped down the sides of the bed and drenched the floor around them. Everything lay wet and hot. Steam rose from the water. The violin continued to taunt us as the melody and fragrance of flowers rode the air.

Wow.

Their bodies glistened in the candlelight. Some bubbles glowed. My pussy clenched at the sight. My panties were just as wet as the floor, if not even more soaked. I’d never been into women, but the view of hot, naked ones engaged in sex always called to a wilder side of me. Mounting each of his meaty legs, they whispered Japanese to him.

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but me likey.” He wiggled his hips, making the bed squeak a little from his weight.

And then the real seduction began.

They slid up and down his body, those two moist sirens slipping along his frame like people skating in a rink. Back and forth, they moved in these tantalizing formations. They glided up his stomach, rubbing their damp pussies into his waist.

“Lord have mercy!” He gripped the bed’s edges.

Still they slid along him, humping his knees like horny women, dipping his toes inside the soft places between their legs.

Oh my.

Kenji’s voice shivered against my skin. “What do you think?”

My throat went dry. I could barely think. My whole body served as the wick to a necessary flame. “I-It’s … sexy.”

“Have you ever been bathed like this?”

I turned to him. “No. Have you?”

“Many times.” Only a few inches ran between our lips. My mouth tingled with hunger. He was so close to taste. Moans rose in the air. The women had probably begun having sex. I had no idea. Right now, Kenji captured all my attention, and those full lips. A man shouldn’t have had a mouth like his, not one so wicked, at least. It did things to women like me, made us greedy for things that we should never sample.

Oh fuck it. Why am I even pretending to have control? This is stupid.

He brushed his lips against mine. “What do you want, Little Tora?”

“You,” I admitted. It was stupid to keep trying to pretend. Lying to others was always ridiculous; trying to deceive myself was outright demented.

Murmuring something I couldn’t understand, he nibbled at my bottom lip. “I bet you laugh at danger.”

“No, but sometimes I giggle.” I captured his lips and dove my tongue into his mouth. His taste was ecstasy—pure and laced with gold. Against all common sense, I raised my hands to his head and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Anybody around us would’ve thought we were madly in love the way we kissed, devouring and grunting like two love-struck teenagers.

In front of us, the bed creaked in a rhythmic motion. The three had to be sexing by now. Weird noises ensued. The man grunted over and over like a pig in heat, the women kept on snickering.

What are they laughing at?

I stopped Kenji and my kissing to see why the women snickered, but my Dragon wasn’t having it.

“Come.” He pulled me away without waiting for an answer.

“But—”

“No.” He dragged me away. He was a madman, and I his captured.

“Wait. Slow down.” I stumbled after him through the darkness, leaving the soapy orgy behind me.

He opened the door, pulled us out, and shouted several things to the guards manning the hallway.

“What are you saying?” I tightened my grip on his hand. His fingers shook within our hold.

“I’m asking them to turn around.” He raked his hair with his fingers.

Huh?

I checked the guards. All of them now faced their respective doors. “Why did you tell them to turn around?”

“Because I don’t want them to see you naked.”

I let go of his hands and inched away from him. “Wait a minute. I didn’t say anything about having sex with you.”

“I didn't either.” He stalked after me.

Once again we did that odd dance of my traveling away and him chasing after me. When I backed into a wall, that was when he sped up the pursuit, placing his hands on the wall behind me and trapping my body into only his view.

“I won’t make love to you tonight.” He directed his gaze up and down my body. “I just want your panties like we agreed.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Good. Then you’re smart.” He captured my waist and caressed my sides. “Can I have your panties, Tora?”

“Maybe.”

He let out a dark growl.

“Really?” I widened my eyes. “What was that supposed to be?”

“Me showing you my distaste for your answer.”

“I didn’t say no.”

“But you didn’t take them off either.”

I formed my lips into a wicked grin. “Maybe you should take them off.”

He stared at me for several seconds.

“What?” I asked.

“Sometimes you run from me. Other times, you attack me with your words and questions. And then there are those few times when you’re simply mine to do with as I please. Are you scared of me or in desperate need to be fucked?”

I smirked. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”

He took his time pulling my dress up. Inch by inch, more of my thighs lay bare to his eyes only. The guards had stayed true to his command and remained facing the doors. Still, their presence turned me on. Were they hungry to see Kenji fuck me in this hallway? Had they heard him do it before? What was it like to ride a dragon?

When my dress got close to revealing my panties, that’s when all his control left and he yanked my dress up. The red and black strips folded onto each other.

So much for Zo’s symbolism of red and black to keep Kenji away.