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Something about today felt different than any other day. I felt it as soon as I woke up. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, only that it made me feel slightly uneasy because I couldn't identify what it was. I began my daily routine of showering and dressing, but I still couldn't shake it.
Kirishima arrived to take me to breakfast and then on to my office. When we stepped outside I noticed the air felt unusually warm despite it being a cloudy day.
I checked my schedule and it looked like it was going to be an ordinary day, perhaps even easier than most, so there was nothing of concern there. Still, I couldn't shake the odd feeling. Once we arrived and I stepped out of the car, I again noticed the heat and heaviness of the air. I wondered if this might be the cause of my unusual feeling.
The next couple of hours went along fine. I thought that after spending some time in the cool building the feeling of oppression would be lifted, but it remained with me. What was it? Anxiousness... restlessness... the feeling of pressure building. It was all these things, but what was the source of it? For some reason a vision came to my mind of a volcano with the magma inside about to reach critical mass.
In the third hour of the day, things began to go crazy. A shipment we had been expecting contained the wrong cargo. The expected cargo had been misplaced, lost, or stolen. This was something we were to ship on to another destination within 12 hours. I headed immediately to the warehouse to see what could be done. We found an error in the manifest. Apparently, the labels on the containers had been switched with another incoming shipment.
We waited around for the arrival of the second shipment. When we finally received it a couple hours later, we discovered it was indeed the missing shipment. While it seemed to be a simple clerical error, I had a nagging feeling that it had been done deliberately. However, it didn't make any sense why someone would intentionally do this. Anyone who works in this section knows all our shipments are carefully inspected before they go out, so we would catch any errors at that point. I wondered if the odd feeling I was experiencing today was perhaps causing me to be unreasonably suspicious.
I remembered I had two meetings pending on my agenda. Because we were stuck at the warehouse sorting out this situation, I asked Kirishima to reschedule them. Unfortunately, one of them was with a rather cantankerous Diet member who refused to be rescheduled. Looking at the time, I decided I could still make the scheduled meeting if we hurried back.
Back inside the limo, I was in the middle of calling one of my secretaries to let them know that the meeting would be taking place at the original scheduled time, when I was unexpectedly thrown forward by the car suddenly braking. I saw someone jump back and fall to the ground. Someone with silvery blond hair. I rolled down my window for a better look and the startled gaze that returned my own belonged to Akihito. He looked away from me at the sound of someone shouting. I looked up and saw two very unpleasant looking men rushing toward him. I opened the car door and Akihito jumped in. To my amusement, he considered me to be the lesser threat.
Without a word from me, Kirishima correctly assessed the situation but waited until the men had almost reached the limo before hitting the gas and peeling out, causing the tires to screech and kick up dust as we left the men behind. That caused me to raise an eyebrow.
I am aware that my assistant has a rather sadistic streak in him but it rarely manifests itself. It amuses me to see it on the rare occasion that it does–– as long as I'm not the intended victim. This small thing and the fact that Akihito was now sitting across from me, panting and sweating from running in this heat, lifted my spirits. He seemed vividly bright on this overcast day.
I had little time to appreciate the moment as the phone began buzzing in my hand. One of the secretaries informed me the politician had shown up a half hour early and was presently terrorizing my staff.
"Here... here is fine..." I heard Akihito saying. I realized he had been trying to get my attention. I told Kirishima to pull over. Akihito had the door open before we even came to a complete stop.
"Takaba..." I called out to him before he had a chance to run off. I had been so busy lately that I realized I hadn't seen him in weeks. He turned around and looked at me.
The phone was again buzzing urgently in my hand. We had to get moving if I was going to be on time. Whatever I wanted to say to him would have to wait for another day. "Make sure you look both ways before crossing the street next time."
Akihito glared at me as we pulled away.
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I arrived at my office with little time to spare.
After my meeting with the Diet member, Kirishima came into my office to drop off some reports. He looked past me. "That's quite a storm that's building up out there."
I turned around and saw that the clouds looked very heavy and had turned a darkish gray. It would break soon. I wondered if Akihito would make it home before it did.
However, the clouds continued to build and thoughts of Akihito kept slipping into my mind. It was becoming distracting so I tried to throw it off every time I caught myself thinking of him, but eventually the thought just stuck there–– like a song that you can't get out of your head. It was remarkably annoying.
Sometime after 1:00 a.m., I decided to call it a day. I noticed as I entered the limo that amazingly the storm still hadn't broken. I wondered if I would arrive home before it finally let loose. Akihito would be safe in his place, probably asleep by now. I wondered how he looked, curled up sleeping in his bed. What was the inside of his place like? The song of Akihito was now persistent in my head so I gave in to it. I closed my eyes and allowed it to play out.
The vision that immediately came to my mind was of our last encounter. It was striking in the way that he went from absolutely not wanting sex to total compliance. Spreading his legs for me, positioning himself to accommodate me taking him deeper. The look of pure lust in his eyes, lifting his head to meet me for a kiss, crying out my name as he came...
I opened my eyes. I knew now it was not the pressure of the impending storm that had been the cause of my restlessness, but a tempest that had been building inside of me. I instructed Kirishima to drive me to Akihito's address.
In the reflection of the rear view mirror, his eyes flickered to meet mine briefly before turning back to the road. "Yes, sir." Kirishima made a maneuver to turn the limo around after that.
The storm broke as he completed the turn.
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Thinking it would look strange for a limo to be pulling up to Akihito's modest apartment complex, I had Kirishima pull over around the corner. I refused the umbrella he offered to me and stepped out into the rain.
I knocked loud enough to wake him. To my surprise, the door opened rather quickly and his place was fully lit. Good, he was awake. He looked rather irate.
"Who do you think you are, banging on my door at this hour...!" His face registered shock as he realized who was standing at his door. I quickly stepped in before he could slam the door shut. "Asami!? Why... how...?!"
"I got caught in the rain. You don't mind if I stay here until it lets up, do you?"
Of course he did mind, but I was wagering that Akihito's sense of courtesy was more irresistible to him than his common sense. He grumbled that he had just been getting ready to go to bed, and then he offered me something to drink. I never bet on common sense when it comes to Akihito.
He offered me a glass of bottled green tea. He poured some for himself as well and then sat on his desk, wedging himself up against the wall as if to put as much space as he possibly could between the two of us. He was wearing a skimpy tank top and thin shorts. He looked wonderfully alluring.
Since I had first seen him today, my desire for him had been building much like the storm. The problem was that I had come to him assuming his desire would match my own, and that he would be ready for me even if his lips spoke the usual denial. Instead he was curled up defensively, and obsessively looking out the window wishing for the rain to stop. Well, I was invading his home. How was I going to get around this obstacle so I could seduce him properly? I wanted him to be willing when I took him–– and make no mistake, I fully intended to have him before I left this place.
I was not interested in drinking the glass of tea that I had been holding onto. I put it down on the table next to me. Akihito jumped at the sound and dropped his own glass. It shattered on the floor.
"Stay away from me!" he yelled at me fearfully.
This overreaction shocked me. He looked terrified. This was not the kind of reaction I had wanted to see. "You think I came here to have sex with you, don't you?" I mocked, trying to turn his fear into anger.
His face flushed and I saw another look under all that fear. A look that I know very well by now. His left leg was curled up in an odd position, not so much to be protective but as if he was concealing something.
"What are you hiding from me, Takaba? Let me see."
I walked over to him and slipped my hand into his curled up body. He gasped as I gripped him between the legs. He was gloriously hard.
I couldn't help smiling. "Well, aren't you fired up? Do you want me to take you that badly?"
He furiously shook his head "no" but his legs moved slightly apart at my touch, allowing me easier access.
"Yes, I came here to ravish you." I bent down to kiss him and heard him begin to breathe rapidly. Still gripping his erection from the outside of his shorts, I ran my thumb over the tip and felt some slippery wetness seep through. I released him from the kiss and ran my hand under his shirt. He arched his upper body backwards so I pushed his shirt up, bent down, and took his nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the peak until it hardened. He moaned with pure abandon. The effect on me was immediate. There would be no slow drawn-out foreplay tonight. I had to have him now.
I slipped off his shorts and then I slid my fingers around his puckered hole in a circular motion. I probed the opening to prepare him, but instead of being tight it was unusually soft, pliable, and inviting. He was already primed for me. It took me mere seconds to free my own erection from the confines of my suit and to quickly push into him. I felt that delicious heat and velvety softness as he gripped around me, sucking me in. He cried out and his body trembled.
"I... I hate...!"
"You hate this?" I asked as I looked into his confused eyes. "Show me how much you hate it then." I began thrusting into him and his cries of pleasure became louder.
Of course I knew he meant it was me that he hated. As long as you receive me and take pleasure from my actions, I honestly don't care how you feel about me.
He was helpless to my manipulations, reacting to every touch, kiss, and caress. The heat flared equally for both of us. It burned intensely but it was short-lived. He collapsed in my arms shortly after we both came.
I carried him to his bed and carefully laid him down so not to wake him. Before I could straighten back up, his eyes flew open and he grabbed onto my suit jacket.
"Where are you going?!" he asked, in a panic.
He surprised me because not only I did I think he was out cold, but he was also preventing me from leaving. This was well established by now. We satisfy our lust and then move on. You're not allowed to change the rules to suit yourself.
"Do you want me to cuddle with you all night?" I asked him sarcastically.
"NO! No..." He let go and turned away from me.
The storm had ended. I stepped outside into the night air which now felt cooler and lighter. I was feeling refreshed. Kirishima would still be parked around the corner waiting for me. I turned around and looked at the small and modest apartment building. Why had I come here?
The answer was simple. I had been overcome with a consuming lust, so I opened the pressure valve. It was a necessary but controlled release.
Are you sure it was lust that drove you to come all the way out here tonight, a troublesome part of my mind wanted to know.
Yes, I'm sure of it. There's nothing else it could be.
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A few days later, the other politician whose meeting we had to cancel had not been able to reschedule due to his busy agenda, so I arranged to go out to his house to meet with him. As soon as we entered I heard a commotion behind me. It was the sound of Akihito yelling.
He was here, of all places.
Then I heard the sound of my assistant's raised voice. I turned around and was bewildered by the sight of Kirishima and Akihito yelling and pushing each other, like two boys in a schoolyard fight. A young woman appeared and pulled Akihito away, speaking to him in a soothing tone to try to calm him down. Kirishima fell back into line with us, his face still red with anger. It amazes me that Akihito can so effortlessly push Kirishima's buttons. My assistant's feathers are not easily ruffled.
Speaking with the politician, I learned that he had previously scheduled an interview and photography session. He cancelled it at the last moment so he could meet with me.
"With your re-election coming up, it would be an opportune time for you to meet with the media. I've heard about this photographer. He's supposed to be quite good."
This politician was easy to manipulate. He told his assistant to inform the media crew that he would be meeting with them after all.
This would of course leave Akihito obligated to me, and I was going to make sure that he knew it. After the meeting, I stayed so I could watch him in action.
Apparently, I didn't fully grasp the situation. Akihito was not the photographer but just a subordinate doing another photographer's bidding. The older man ordered him around, trying to make a show of his importance by demonstrating that he was the one in charge. It was amusing to watch Akihito being humiliated at first, but after a while it became tedious. His boss was being such an arrogant ass that I was tempted to go up to him and correct his bad behavior myself. Akihito put up with it however and stayed respectful the entire time.
Once they finished and began packing up, Akihito–– who was loaded down with equipment–– dropped a roll of film. I picked it up and handed it to him. He thanked me and then stopped and stared at me with a peculiar expression. I couldn't read it, but whatever it was seemed to reach down into my soul. I couldn't pull my gaze away from his. As I was trying to make sense of what was happening, one of their employees called out to him, causing him to jump. He pulled his gaze away from mine to answer her. The strange sensation that had a hold of me vanished immediately.
What the hell was that all about?!
She was offering to take him to dinner but he turned her down. Akihito probably wanted to go home and bury himself in a hole after the humiliation he had just gone through, but I was curious about the strange thing that had just passed between us. It also occurred to me that I had never sat down and actually had a real conversation with him. I told Akihito I would take him out. I wanted to have a drink with him and perhaps get to know him. I decided to take him to one of my favorite places that I frequent on the rare occasion when I have the time to relax and socialize.
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Ice cream? I didn't know they served ice cream at this establishment.
"That's off the child's menu, but seeing how you're a guest of Asami-san's I suppose I could make an adult serving for you."
Child's menu? I didn't know they had a child's menu either.
They brought out a rather generous serving of ice cream for him. Honey and lavender, or some overly ridiculous sweet thing like that. Just looking at it made my teeth ache.
"That person I was working with... he's not my boss or anything like that. It was a freelance job so I agreed to help him. He acted like a jerk, so I won't be offering to assist him again," he laughed nervously.
I stared at him, watching all the telltale evidence of a lie crawling all over his face. "Is that so? I would have never put up with what you did today."
Akihito turned red. "How would you have handled it?"
"A bullet between the eyes." I took a drink to hide my smile.
"You can't go around shooting people just because they do something you don't like!"
"Why not?"
"It's against the law!"
"Your answer should be, 'because it's morally and ethically wrong'. Against the law... you're so childish."
"I'm childish because I said it's against the law?!"
"No, you're childish because I brought you to a bar and you ordered... that."
"Oh yeah? Well you act like an old man!"
"You mean, mature."
"Yeah like I said... OLD!" He grumbled, "... mature..."
He looked at me, biting his lip, and then turned and called out to the bartender. "Hey you! Gimme what he's drinking!"
The bartender brought Akihito a glass of whiskey. Akihito watched me as I took a drink and then turned around and precisely mimicked my motions. The bartender was unable to suppress a chuckle. I have to admit I was hard-pressed to suppress my own.
However, instead of taking a sip he downed the entire glass and then asked for another. And then another.
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Akihito was barely able to walk out of the bar. He held onto me to steady himself and he wasn't even doing that very well. I pushed him into the limo under my assistant's watchful gaze. The little vein on the side of Kirishima's head was popping out. "Please inform me immediately if I need to pull over."
"How are you feeling, Takaba?" I frowned.
"GREAT!"
I shrugged at Kirishima and got in beside Akihito.
Once we got moving I let Akihito know just how irritated I was with him. "That was ridiculous behavior on your part. Apparently you're too immature to go out for a drink with me." I looked at him and noticed he had a sickly look on his face.
"You're not looking too well. You're going to make my assistant very unhappy if you throw up in the limo." I pulled him close so he could lean against me.
He stayed still for a while and then said, "I don't feel sick. That's not what's bothering me." He sat up and twisted around to face me, almost falling into my lap. "Why did you ask me out this evening?"
"I wanted to see if you would keep humiliating yourself by pretending to be something you're not. You didn't disappoint me. It was quite entertaining."
He looked at me teary-eyed. I refused to feel remorseful about it considering how much he had embarrassed me at the bar, but I couldn't resist pulling him toward me to kiss his anguished face. He quickly brought his hand around and slapped me hard.
"I hate you!"
I already knew that. Still, hearing him say it as he looked me directly in the eyes stung more than the forceful slap he had just delivered with his hand.
"You have your way with me, and then you just leave without even saying goodbye. You're a heartless bastard!"
So me leaving you after sex the other night did bother you. Good!
But now I'm confused. You hate me, but yet you don't want me to leave after having sex with you. Maybe it's you that's confused.
"What is it that you want from me, Takaba?" I asked him wearily.
He grabbed my tie, pulling my face close to his. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as he whispered to me, "I want to know... how do you honestly feel about me?"
I was unprepared for such a direct question as that. How do I honestly feel about you? I had to think about it. I looked into his eyes and felt my heart begin to quicken. It was the same strange feeling I had experienced earlier at the politician's house.
I see. I am beginning to fall for him.
Am I concerned about it? Not really. A little affection adds a pleasant dimension to sex as long as one keeps a tight reign over it. It's a temporary infatuation. I only need to maintain my power over him to control and subdue the feeling.
It explains the recent obsession that drew me to his place the other night.
I put my hand up to his face to caress it. He reached up, took a hold of my hand and then slipped my finger into his mouth, moaning softly as he tongued and sucked on it.
That was completely unexpected. I removed my finger so I could kiss him. He beat me to it by wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling my head down to his. He shoved his tongue eagerly into my mouth.
I was liking this new and unusual turn of events. Just as I began to wonder if he was also being moved by emotions, he pulled away and then straddled my lap, but with his back to me. He began wantonly grinding his ass against me.
This was another unusual thing for him to do. I reached around to feel between his legs and he had a full-on erection. "Yes... touch me there!" He began struggling to undo his belt.
So he was motivated by desire, rather than emotion. It didn't really matter; I liked it just the same. I helped him to undo his pants. He yanked them down, struggling to get the tight jeans past his shoes. He finally managed to get one leg out and then he leaned back against me, grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. Wetness leaked from the tip as soon as I began stroking him. He cried out vocalizing with a loud, "OHHH!", which caused me glance at the privacy window. It's solid black so nothing can be seen through it and it's supposed to be soundproof, but I had to wonder just how soundproof it actually was.
And then I realized I didn't really give a damn, because I was not going to stop for any reason. After lubricating my fingers with his wetness, I slid them down to rub against his tight hole. He bent forward and lifted his ass up. He was actually inviting me to finger him? I slipped my fingers inside him and he moaned, telling me he wanted it right there... harder... faster.
Akihito with his inhibitions completely down, while allowing me to manipulate him as I pleased was tremendously gratifying. I stroked his slick erection, and thrust my fingers in and out of him as he loudly voiced his pleasure. I was really enjoying myself. He came hard, hitting both of us, and then he collapsed and promptly passed out, sprawling against me as his moans slowly diminished.
I pulled out my handkerchief so I could clean us up. When I tried swiping the cloth between his legs, his whole body twitched and he whimpered in pain. I imagine it had to be over-sensitive by this point. It was bright red from the intense stroking I had given it.
I looked down at this lewd creature of mine that was lying in my lap, and then pressed the intercom button to tell Kirishima to take us directly back to my place. There was no way I was finished with him yet.
Not even close.
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I brought him to my bed and undressed him slowly as I began devouring him. I didn't care that he was unconscious. Even in that state he reacted to my handling. Once I had him moaning, I plunged into him.
He woke up groggy and confused, trying to figure out where he was and what was happening to him. Once he did, he began protesting loudly. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"You asked how I felt. Do I feel good to you?"
"You were screwing me while I was unconscious?! That's rude!"
"What did you expect? You're the one who came on to me like a bitch in heat."
"I did?" I watched a blush cross his face. So he did remember a little bit. What shall it be, Akihito? Courtesy or common sense?
"To leave me in this state after what you did would be rude," I told him. "So get on with it and finish what you started!"
He reluctantly embraced me, but embrace me he did. He was going to be quite sore by the time I was done with him.
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Afterwards, he laid with his back against me under the covers. I was upright on my side, supporting myself with my elbow while looking down at his face and stroking his hair. His body was tensed like a coiled spring. I could tell he was waiting for me to fall asleep so he could sneak away. This, after his drunken confession about how much he disliked me leaving him right after we had sex. What a strange relationship we have.
Relationship... he's like a lover to me now. It's clear I have a hold on him–– he is mine whether he likes it or not. He performed as I desired, so I suppose I should let him leave.
If we had been at his place I might have decided to stay for the rest of the night, even trying to curl up with him on that tiny bed. He would likely be squirming against me uncomfortably all night because he'd be too timid to ask me to leave. If I could set him up in one of my places, I wonder if it would make it easier?
Put him up in one of my places... keep a man?
I've done it in the past with women, but a man? What an outrageous idea. Akihito would absolutely hate the idea of being kept. I could just imagine his reaction.
That thought was too good to resist, so I made the proposal. I couldn't even keep a straight face as I said it. His reaction went beyond my expectations.
He ranted and raved, and verbally abused me. He jumped out of bed and began furiously dressing himself and still his rant went on. No one within my organization would have ever dared to speak to me like that.
I loved listening to him giving me hell about it.
The best part of it was him making a vow that someday he would become richer than me, and then he would keep me in a condo for his own amusement.
"After watching you today, I can see you're well on your way to achieving that goal," I smirked at him.
That silenced him. He glared at me and stormed out of the room.
I heard the door slam, and then it occurred to me that I shouldn't have been so eager to chase him away.
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