No Ordinary Love (16 page)

“Are you wet?” He held his hands a few inches from my panties, but didn’t dare touch.

“Yes.”

“When did you start to get wet?”

“When I saw you.”

“Let’s hope that’s true.” He caressed the silk covering my throbbing bud.

Oh, baby. Fuck.

How had this man found it immediately? How had his first touch been those fingertips to my hungry button? Over the silk, he circled her with his fingers. My nipples stiffened so hard I thought I would lose my mind. I widened my legs with no shame, swimming within a pool of threat and bliss.

“You’re so creamy and I haven’t even pulled these panties away.” He buried his face into the curve of my neck and sucked.

“Kenji,” I mumbled into his skin. That lush cologne swirled around me. Sucking and hungrily biting, he made love to my neck and massaged my drenched panties over my hungry pussy. His hard body encased mine. Although shorter than the typical men I dated, he took up the space. There was no denying the power radiating from him.

Impatient, I tried to pull them off.

“No.” He moved my hands away.

“No?” I attempted to stare into his eyes, but they were hidden from me in the dim lighting.

“No. Before we take these off, you need to understand what I want.” He slid his fingers into the sides of my panties and snared my wet cunt into his hand. He cupped my folds like a person would grab someone’s behind. “What I need is something most can’t do.”

“What is it?” I rubbed my pussy against his hands, loving the explosion that came with the pressure. “Damn. I don't want to wait.”

He gritted his teeth. “Stop. I can’t think when you do that.”

“No. I won't stop.” Licking my lips, I wound my core into his hand. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Pull your dress off,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Tell me your secret.”

“I have to see you naked.”

I grabbed the bottom of the dress which was now bundled at my waist. “You’ll barely see.”

“I don’t care.”

“Tell me your secret first.”

“No. Take that damn dress off before I do it, and you have nothing left to wear out of here.” He slipped one finger inside me. A ragged moan tore out of my throat. “And if you’re left stranded and naked, Tora, I won’t help you leave. I’d rather lock you away so no one else in Tokyo can have you.”

I didn’t catch his last sentences. All I focused on was that thick finger moving in and out of me. I rode it, grinding erotic twists into his hands. My pulse embarked on a race my body couldn’t keep up with. A bomb sat in my core, heated and waiting to detonate right there.

“Take it off, my Tora.”

And so I did. There was no beauty to the moment. I yanked those strips of dress up and pulled the soft fabric over my head. All that was left was my strapless violet bra and matching panties. Light dotted my skin. It looked like little flowers drawn all over me. I had no idea what he could or couldn’t see, just that he loved the vision because his finger’s strokes sped up as he bit his bottom lip.

“You’re going to break me.” He removed his hand and edged back from me.

“Break you? No, I won't. It's okay.” I panted. “Come back.”

“No, you don't understand. I want you to break me. What I like is different from most.” He sniffed his finger and then licked, dragging a long, wet tongue, inch by inch up the digit.

“Bring that finger back.” I got up from the wall.

He put his hand out to stop me. “No. Let me tell you first.”

What the hell? I’m half naked and in a hallway. Get it over with.

Frowning, I checked the guards. They stayed as they were before. The violin from the room we’d been in drifted out to us, although someone had already closed the door.

Kenji dug his hands into his back pockets, pulled out a rope, and held it in front of him.

I tensed. Alarm hit my chest. “What the fuck?”

“This is what I like.”

I stiffened right there. My arousal hadn’t left me yet. It sort of froze, unsure of whether we should proceed or not. “So you like to be tied?”

“No, Tora. I like to be choked.”

Chapter 16

KENJI

“Come again?” She stepped into the light and raised her eyebrows.

I hadn’t gotten a full view before. Now her body stopped all the logical thoughts I’d had on my tongue. Like a tiger, muscle and a wild calling coiled along her sleek frame. I’d seen nothing like her before—curvy hips, thick thighs, and a slim waist. When I cupped that precious area between her thighs, my cock had answered, spilling out pre-cum in my boxer briefs. That hadn’t happened since I’d been a teenager.

And so, I had to have her, even if it meant her saying no to my way. We'd do it any way she desired.

“Did you say choke?” she asked.

I wrapped the rope around my neck and kept my hands formed in fists at the ends as my fingers balanced on the upper part of my chest. “I won’t repeat myself. You heard me.”

“Choked?” she whispered.

“Yes.”

“I-I can’t … I’ve never—”

“I can show you.”

“I don’t want to learn.” She shook her head and turned her attention to the floor. “In fact, I have to go. Do you see my dress?”

“You think I would let you go now?”

Her face snapped up to me. “Excuse me?”

“Our conversation isn’t done.”

She backed away again. “I don’t like to be choked, not that I've ever tried, but … that’s not me. I’m not into pain.”

“But you’re into fear.” I got in front of her and led my tiger back to the wall. The rope dangled along my chest. “And
you
would be choking me.”

She gaped at the rope. “You're insane. I couldn't do that to you. Plus, that would freak me out if I messed up. And frankly, I don’t like to be scared when I'm having sex.”

“Yes you do or you would’ve never agreed to our arrangement.”

“I have to write my book.”

“That’s what you tell yourself.”

“It’s the truth.” She placed her hands on my chest and stopped me from moving.

“Interesting.” I looked at her hands. “Tell me something. Did you take your dress off for the book? Is your pussy wet for this special story of yours?”

“Maybe.”

“Liar.”

“I’m only human.” She held her hands up. “Sex is all around me. Of course I got turned on.”

I leaned her way. “Don’t run from me. It’s always worse when I have to pursue.”

“I-I’m not running.”

“You like to be scared, but I’ve just terrified you. Let me relax your nerves.”

She looked away. “I don’t like to be scared.”

“Yes, you do. Not many women would let me kiss them. As soon as they know who I am, they run. It’s a good thing because they should.” I grabbed her chin and slowly turned her face my way. “You ran, but only after you kneed me. You didn’t mind me pushing at your boundaries. It was only when I went too far, that brought your knee to my attention. Just always let me know when I go too far.”

“I don’t do pain.”

“But you do fear.”

“Stop saying that.” She parted her lips but didn’t utter another word.

I’m moving too fast. I have to take my time. Damn her for making me need her so bad.

Other things were supposed to leave my mouth, but instead I said, “Take off your panties.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“Those panties are mine now, or did you forget the deal?”

I stood there silent and waiting.

“Umm … help me find my dress.”

I sneered. “No. I won’t help you. I don’t want you to put it back on.” With no more patience, I reached for those wet panties and wrenched them down to her thighs. “In fact, I’m barely holding on.” I shoved them down further. “What do you need, Little Tora? What can I do to calm you down? I have to fuck you right now.”

She looked down at her panties. They’d dropped to her ankles. From here I could smell her arousal. After tasting it, I doubted I could get her scent or texture out of my mind. If she thought she would walk out of here without me shoving my cock into that beautiful softness between her thighs, then she was wrong. I’d have her, no matter what. I’d take her. It would be wrong, insane, and maddening, but I’d fucking take her right there in the hallway if it meant I would feel that lushness wrapped around my dick.

Her chest rose and fell. Did she know the insanity that rested in my skull? Had she realized that she’d finally picked the wrong adventure to explore?

“Kenji.” Her voice came out low.

“Step out of those panties.”

“You’re scaring me.” Yet, she did as I ordered her to.

Anticipation drummed through to my bones. I had to rub my face just to bring me back to some sense of reality. Positions, so many of them, ran through my mind—bent over and slamming my dick into the back as she screamed my name, me holding her as she bobbed up and down on my needy cock, and … on her knees. Damn it. I needed her on those cute little knees with her smart little mouth open and thirsty.

Oh, Tora.

Darkness spilled over me. I became deranged. Not much could stop me but her screams.

Yet, I didn’t move. Gritting my teeth, I focused on calming myself down.

“Why do you like to be choked?” she asked.

The question soothed me more. The madness evaporated a little. Women never asked. Some ran. Others left confused and disgusted. Few remained and only to do whatever I asked for, just to get something from me—riches, protection, and even glory for being the one woman to fuck the Dragon. Those were the ones I never let choke me. Women like that could never be truly trusted to wrap the rope around my neck and pull.

No one but her.

She did the things that needed to be done, even when they seemed odd. I sensed it from her. What type of person sought a hidden sex industry as a topic, but an adventurer who didn’t judge?

“Why do you like to be choked?”

“I just do.” I closed the little distance between us. She sighed and formed her body against me.

Oh, Tora. You’re scared, maybe even disgusted, but you’re definitely still horny.

I should’ve asked, but I didn’t. I grabbed her by her thighs and lifted that small body up. It was nothing to hold her to me, I felt more relaxed. Brown curls slid against the wall as I raised her until she was face to face with me.

“Tell me about the choking.”

“You’re intrigued?” I asked.

“Yes, but I still won’t do it.”

You will.

“Tell me why you like it.” She wrapped her legs around my waist.

There you are taking on danger one moment at a time. In the next minute, will you run away?

“Are you into pain?” she asked.

“No, and it’s not that I like it rough.” I kissed her, slow and soft, to prove my point. “I like it gentle.”

“But without any oxygen.”

I laughed. “Lack of oxygen to the brain triggers a lucid state.” I kissed her cheeks and then her forehead. “And then that rush of air back into your lungs while still being fucked … well … that gives you a powerful orgasm, one that no drug or person could mimic. Trust me. I’ve tried it.”

“How many times?”

“Twice, with a woman that specialized in it. No one as important to me as you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I doubt I’m that important.”

“You could be.”

She stared at the rope dangling from my neck. “But you could die from the choking.”

“Not if I taught you the right way to do it.”

“I couldn’t.”

“You could.”

“I don’t play around with death.”

“Trust me when I tell you this.” I targeted her with my gaze. “You’re playing with death right now.”

She opened her mouth in shock and then closed it.

I pulled one of her bra cups down and exposed a full breast. Like a crazy man, I attacked that brown little nipple, lashing at it with my tongue and sucking until she shrieked my name. I was done with talking to her. Enough had already been said. I had to be inside her. If she didn’t want it my way, I wouldn’t push it, but enough was enough.

“You’re naked.” I lapped at her nipple again. “I have to have you.”

She mumbled something that I couldn’t make out over the music drifting around us.

“What did you say?” I whispered.

“Fuck me.” She rubbed against me. Erotic in its own way, that beautiful cunt slipping up and down the front of my pants. The whole area was soaked with her. He couldn’t wait to break free. My cock loved it.

“I want you right here.” I moved my hand from her breasts and fumbled with the front of my pants. “I don’t think I can walk us to my office without going crazy.”

She groaned and dove for my neck.

Oh, Tora. So wild and mine.

I could’ve taken off my shirt and let her explore more, but she was already on edge. My full body tattoo would put her back into fear. It represented everything that I stood for, yet despised. She would see many sides of me, but not that, at least not now. Besides, I never took it off for women who didn’t get my traditions. So I opened my pants and pulled my very hard cock out. That was what she could see tonight, how crazy she’d made me.

Biting my neck, she guided one of her hands down to my length and moaned. “The rumors aren’t true.”

I quirked my eyebrows. “Rumors?”

“You’re bigger than most men I’ve had.”

“And people have told you otherwise.” I sneered. “Who are they?”

She giggled and licked her lips. “No one’s said anything about you. I’m talking about the stereotypes about Asian men.”

I grunted, unable to truly hold any more conversation with her. Now that my cock was out, I could only consider one destination. I lifted her up and slid inside, no condom nor murmurs of seduction. Nothing could continue until that wetness surrounded me.

“Chikusho!” Men thought the path to enlightenment was peaceful living and hard work. No. It was my Tora’s pussy. “Chikusho!”

Movement came from my side. I couldn’t stop fucking her. It was probably the guards checking to see if I was okay, anyway. They’d never dealt with this before. I’d never lost control like this—fucking a woman that no one knew out in the hallway like a pervert. No female had ever taken me out of my comfort zone like this. Yet, I couldn’t stop.