Hi,
I am very very sorry for the slow update. The past half a year has been hard for me, with a beloved family member passing away and a messy separation in the family. Thankfully, everything gets better and hopefully it stays that way.
This is quite a long chapter and there will be only a small progress in the story itself. I am just trying to practice my writing again after the hiatus so please bear with me. This chapter is dedicated to those who asked how Mizuki had entered the family.
Hope you all enjoy it. Feedback and review will be very, very, very appreciated.
Disclaimer : VF belongs to YA. And grammar, as always. The quote is anonymous, I just used it because it fits Mizuki.
Cheers, Edana
Chapter 6. A Princess In The Making
"I am a princess not because I have a prince. But because my father is a King." - Mizuki, 10 years old
The moment he saw her, Asami knew right away that she was perfect. She was barely six years old then, looking as beautiful and innocent as a real fairy princess with long blond hair and doe-like golden eyes. A bit too skinny, though. And, her porcelain skin was patched with bruises and scratches -his associate's men were people he wouldn't hire himself- but it was nothing his personal doctor couldn't fix.
She shyly hid behind her grumpy caretaker when he approached her. Her small pink lips curled into a pout that instantly reminded him of Akihito. The girl peeked, tilting her head as he got closer, and he noticed that she was carefully watching his every movement. The crime lord liked the sharp intelligence he was seeing in those bright eyes that were staring back at him with a mix of curiosity and caution.
Oh yes, she knew he was dangerous. She could sense it. Yet, she showed neither fear nor foolish naivety. Instead, she held her head high with an air of dignity and stood her ground. She wasn't a weakling. No. She was a princess in the making. A future queen.
Asami had been looking for an addition to his little 'family' for quite some time now and it was really fortunate that he had found her at the most unexpected place. He had come here for business. His business partner, a royal prince from a small yet rich kingdom in South East Asia, had just opened a new route for human trafficking and the man had needed a transit place for a single night. It was practically easy money for Asami.
Asami was just checking the warehouses randomly, making sure that everything was in order, when he'd noticed the little girl. "She is stateless, Sir, just like everybody else in the warehouses," her caretaker explained. It meant that this girl didn't belong to any country in the world. It was a common occurrence in her home country. Her father, an unknown foreigner, had left her mother before the girl was even born. Her mother was a Japanese whore in a kingdom where citizenship was determined by the parents' nationality. No one would look for this little girl, especially not her mother who had sold her into slavery to survive another year. Poverty just did that to people.
The crime lord merely nodded as he listened to the boring story, captivated by the bravery he saw in those golden eyes that looked exactly like his.
Now, he just needed to test her ability before he could go with his plan. A plan that would bind Akihito to him. For the rest of their fucking life.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?!" I screamed at my husband, who obviously had gone mad.
He just leaned on our bedroom wall, giving me his legendary slow smile. Though he didn't look like it, I knew he was observing my every reaction. I might not know much about his day-to-day business, but I had been living with him long enough to know how he behaved.
I took the clothes he had given me -if this thing could even be called clothes- using my thumb and forefinger and held it up in front of him. "There's no way I will wear this shitty fabric!"
"Just for your information, that shitty fabric cost me a few thousand dollars, Akihito," Asami answered calmly, but his amusement was clear in his golden eyes. "It is custom made by one of the best fashion designer in the world using the best quality of leather."
I stared in disbelief at the scantily black leather short and its matching vest. Surely one needed no knowledge in fashion design to create this silly clothes. I would believe it more if he had said that it was tailored by a porn artist. The entire outfits were skimpy and …well, ridiculous. I couldn't imagine that I could even fit into it. I didn't even want to guess what those zippers at the back side was for. And Asami seriously wanted me to wear this and nothing else?
"I thought I could ask you anything for my birthday," he reminded with a sly smile on his face. "I just wanted you to accompany me to the opening of my new club tonight."
"But, in this clothes? Seriously, Ryu?!"
The "As You Wish" coupons had been Mizuki's idea. She had suggested that since her beloved father practically had everything a man could ever need and want in his life, we should give him something that couldn't be bought by money for his birthday. So, the twins, Mizuki, and I had created hand made coupons that would grant Asami anything that he wished for from us. The plan had sounded fun and innocent when she'd explained it. Now, I began to regret it.
Asami'd asked for a massage and a kiss from Mizuki, who had given him half an hour of back massage and then had covered Asami's face with kisses. He'd also asked the twins to help organising some boring files and to clean their rooms, which they had done with surprisingly minor grumbling. Then, it had been my turn. I should have known that Asami had an evil plan because when he'd passed me his last "As You Wish" coupon, he'd grinned like the Cheshire cat.
"Anything, Akihito. I can ask anything and you will obey," he now stated evenly from across the room. I wanted to punch him in the face but I didn't think it was a wise decision. Most probably, he would just catch my fist before I could even get to him. So you see, it would be just a waste of energy.
A knock on the door interrupted our argument. Quickly, I push the indecent clothing under the pillows to hide it from view.
"Come in," Asami answered without even making sure whether the ridiculous clothes had been hidden or not. The bastard.
"Father? Dad? We are leaving for school soon." Mizuki popped her head into our room. "Don't forget that we will stay the night at grandma and grandpa's place."
Smiling, Asami kneeled and brought the young girl into his embrace. "I'll miss you, little moon."
The little girl chuckled. "We'll just be gone for one night and you often leave us for much longer than that!"
He caressed his daughter's soft blond hair tenderly. "And I always miss you all whenever I am away from you." I was always amazed by how quick Asami could switch from being a perverted husband to a loving father and then back.
"Have you decided what you are going to ask from dad for your birthday?" Mizuki-chan asked innocently.
"Hmmm, I asked him to accompany me to a party. But it seems he doesn't want to," Asami deliberately paused for an effect. He sighed as if my refusal was a heavy burden for him. "It is okay, little moon. I will go by myself."
Asami, the manipulative bastard! I knew what he was doing! He was using Mizuki's innocence to force me to come to the party wearing that stupid clothes! My beautiful daughter frowned at me accusingly. Her displeasure was clear in her golden eyes. It was kinda eerie how similar Mizuki and Asami could be although they didn't share the blood.
"Dad, that's not what we have agreed!" she protested, pursing her cute pink lips. She broke free from Asami's embrace and placed her hands on her hips, looking every inch like the princess who was used to have her every wish granted. Of course, she was completely unaware of her dear father who gave me a winning smile from behind her little body. I cursed my husband silently.
"Mizuki-chan," I started to argue, preparing every excuses I could muster. Then, I saw the tears in her golden eyes and I knew I was lost before the fight had even begun. It was truly unfair. This was a battle that I could never win. So, I just nodded. "You know your father often exaggerates," I said instead. "Of course, I will go with him. It is just a party, anyway, nothing to be worried of. Now, come and give me a kiss before you go."
Some days, I wondered whether Asami had suggested for us to have a girl so that he could use her against me.
The realisation that he needed something stronger than a mere wedding vow to bind Akihito to him had dawned on him when the twins were barely 10 years old.
Before Emi's madness had disturbed his plan, Asami had proposed Akihito and Akihito had accepted. A year after the incident, they'd held a private wedding, if the extremely humble party could even be called a wedding. Asami had wanted something much, much more extravagant to celebrate the day they made the vow to be partner for life. But Akihito'd refused. His husband-to-be had wanted to share the intimate moment with only a few trusted people in their life: Akihito's parents, Kou, Takato, Haruka, Kirishima, Suoh, Tao and Feilong.
With the mix of people that were involved in it, the wedding preparation itself had been one hell of a roller coaster ride. It took a lot of effort, and a few near-death real and staged incidents, convincing Akihito's father to give his son's hand in marriage. Takato's suspicion of Asami didn't help at all and Asami had accidentally found several concrete evidences that his loyal subordinates were more than ready to dump Akihito's best friend's body in Tokyo Bay. His 'charming' fiancee had vetoed all Asami's suggestions, insisting on having a small Japanese unification ceremony at his parents' home, an idea that Asami had quickly dismissed without even blinking an eye. Akihito's mother had turned into a sort of bride-mom-zilla, literally waking everyone up at 3AM just because she'd suddenly had the so-called "Terrific Wedding Ideas". Flying all the guests safely, not to mention his stubborn Akihito, to the 17th century chateau located in a private zone in France where the wedding had been held, were a headache. Arguments were inevitable. Insults were thrown. Death threats were delivered behind polite smiles. Truth be told, Asami was still amazed that he had pulled off the entire wedding without spilling blood or causing international dispute.
That had been years ago.
Now, while sitting on his luxurious home office chair, only half listening to his furious husband, Asami was silently wondering whether he had made a miscalculation. He should have thought that a wedding vow wouldn't be enough to make Akihito stay if all hells ever broke loose. Out of generosity, he had allowed Akihito the small sense of independence by keeping Akihito's own family name. "I am no woman, Ryu," Akihito had scowled at him. "I would be damned if people start calling me Asami-san like I am your fucking wife." And Asami had humoured him. Whatever floated Akihito's boat. If keeping the stupid name would help Akihito to sleep peacefully at night, so be it.
He had believed that the twins were more than enough incentive for Akihito to stay. He had forgotten that the twins didn't belong to him. Technically, they were Akihito's and a part of the Takaba's family; a fact that Akihito happily rubbed on Asami's face at the moment. His younger husband was smart enough to ensure that all the necessary legal documents regarding himself and the twins stated this small yet critical fact. Akihito had claimed that it was to avoid legal issues in the future. What Asami had just figured out a moment ago was that this cautionary step was to avoid legal issue against no one else but Asami himself. Even with bribery and all his contacts, Asami wasn't sure he could win if Akihito brought this case to the court, especially with Akihito's own connections to the media.
"They are my children, Ryu. My underage children, to be exact," Akihito snapped in the end, when Asami had insisted that it would be a good learning experience for the twins to see how he conducted 'business'. "You sure can't bring my kids to your fucking business meeting without MY consent."
"They want to learn more about my business, Akihito," he tried to reason with his enraged husband.
Akihito snorted. "Right! Like a 10 years old will understand anything about corporate governance! I can't even be sure that is all that you teach them!"
"Don't underestimate them just because they are young, Akihito. You will be surprise to find how eager they are to learn about my business; you know, things like the basic of finance," Asami lied easily, hoping to placate his husband. Well, it was only a half lie anyway. Though basic finance had bored them, the kids seemed enthusiastic to learn how to inflict pain on human body. "They are much more talented than you think they are and it will be a waste to see those talents-"
His beautiful husband gave him a death glare. "You better stop it now, Ryu."
"Stop what?" he asked, frowning as he tried to understand Akihito. Sometimes, his husband's brain could popped out the strangest of theory. He couldn't imagine how noisy it would be to live inside Akihito's head.
"Stop guilt-tripping me! You are trying to make this sound as if I am the one who doesn't want to see them grow! You know that is not my point!"
He sighed. It had gotten more and more difficult to manipulate Akihito lately. Seriously, one of these days, he needed to ask Haruka to find a short course that could teach him how to better handle his spouse. Surely he couldn't be the only husband in the world who had this problem.
"Fine. What is your point then?" Maybe if he pretended to be more agreeable, Akihito would relent.
Yet, instead of calming down, Akihito looked even more agitated. Pressing his shaking fists on the wooden surface, Akihito leaned on the mahogany table that was the focal point in Asami's home office as he answered through gritted teeth, "We both know how your alleged 'business' has affected my life, Ryu. In case you forget, I can give you a vividly graphic details of what your enemies did to me. I will die before I let it happen to any of my kids. Damnit, Ryu, I just want a normal life for them. You want to teach them to be a pianist or tennis player or, I dunno, a professional sleeper even, be my guest. But, no. I don't want you to encourage them to get involved in your damn business and you just need to deal with it. You have lost the right to say anything about that a long time a go, when you selfishly gave them my family name! And don't think I won't leave if you keep putting my children at risk, Ryu. You know I'll do anything for them."
There wasn't much in this world that could hurt Asami Ryuichi and yet, Akihito's words had hurt him more than a bullet to the head could. He had done the deed for Akihito's sake, godamnit, fulfilling his husband's wish of having children of his own. But in the end, his goodwill had backfired at him. Not only the children had pushed him down far below Akihito's priority list, but Akihito was also using the children as an excise to get away from him.
It was the truth, though, so there was not much he could argue. No matter why he had done it, defending himself now would do him no more good than asking for forgiveness from god for all the evil doings he had done in his life. Indeed, he had given up the rights to had a say for anything in the twins' life since he'd given them to Akihito.
Fine, Asami admitted wryly. Apparently, he had made a terrible miscalculation by giving the twins Akihito's surname and then, by letting Akihito keep said surname. Instead of binding Akihito to him, it just justified Akihito to leave him. If he wanted to keep Akihito and the children now, he would need them to somehow take his family name. After that, there would be no way out for Akihito and the children anymore.
The problem was, how could he persuade Akihito?
Wearing the skimpy clothes, I felt naked under my summer jacket. The leather short looked as if it was painted to my skin, not leaving much to imagination. The vest wasn't any better since I didn't wear anything else underneath it. The soft fabric rubbed my nipples while the night air made them erect and sensitive. I tightened my grip on the front part of my jacket, but it didn't help much. I still felt as if everyone knew that I didn't wear much under the stupidly expensive branded jacket. Thankfully, at least the weather was warm.
Perverted fucking bastard! I cursed silently.
Said bastard, looking as perfect as always in his three piece dark grey suit, walked calmly beside me, guiding me towards his sleek black Mercedes car with his hand on the small of my back. Nothing in his expression would give away that I was only scantily clad under my jacket. Without an ounce of hesitation, Asami strode as if he was walking on the red carpet with a famous celebrity in his arms.
Kirishima had been waiting for us and he bowed respectfully as we passed him to get into the car. Did he know? I couldn't be sure but I was too embarrassed to ask. Without another word, I quickly got into the car, trying my best to cover my back side with the short jacket as I slide into the passenger seat. Asami quickly took a seat beside me, his right hand settled possessively around my shoulders. I hated the controlling gesture and normally I would push him away. But knowing that I wasn't in the right mind state to win an argument with him tonight, I simply let him have this small victory.
"So, what's the name of your new club?" I asked to break the silence.
"The Collar," he answered dutifully. "This club caters patrons with specific...needs."
I snorted loudly. "By 'specific'," I made air quotes, "you mean, kinky needs."
He merely smirked. "More or less."
"Great," I replied duly. "And what will tonight party be about?"
"Just the usual opening party, but with a specific dress code and certain shows."
I narrowed my eyes at him. Now, 'specific' was such an understatement. It didn't even cover my clothes at the moment. "What kind of specific dress code?"
He shrugged. "You know the concept of Subs and Doms, right?"
I merely nodded. I wasn't into the lifestyle but I wasn't that ignorant. Roughly, I knew what the terms meant, having done my own research about the lifestyle right after I had seen what was inside Asami's hidden room. Well, especially after experiencing a few items inside the hidden room myself.
"The dress code is formal for the Doms and sexy leather for the Subs," he explained before turning his attention to his smarphone. Apparently, he believed that he had given me enough explanation for the day. I glared at him, but my psychotic husband didn't seem to be perturbed. He completely ignored my black look as he started checking emails.
I coughed to get his fucking attention.
He still ignored me.
I coughed louder.
He sighed as if I was testing his patience like a five years old kid who screamed for attention. "What is it, Akihito?"
Fine. If he needed me to spell out the problems to him, he would get it.
"First, I am not your bloody sub! Secondly, as far as I know, there is a big difference between sexy leather and naked, Ryu. So, would you kindly explain to me how in the bloody hell would this work?"
He stared at me and gave me a sexy smile that still made my heart race inside its cage even after all these years. The knowledge that this sensual creature wanted me as much as when we first met, if not more, always made me giddy with desire. I told my body to control itself, but my cock was always such a traitor whenever Asami was involved.
"Well, I thought the answer is kind of obvious, Akihito. But of course, if you need me to explain it to you…" He paused while feigning an innocent look. "You agreed to do anything that I want you to do when you gave me the 'As-You-Wish' coupon. And what I want is for us to go to this opening party together. Just consider this as a role-play, if you prefer. You love role-playing, don't you? And you look damn sexy in those leather. So, technically it fits the dress code. The fact that you are semi-naked while wearing it is simply a bonus."
I scowled. But before I could give him a piece of my mind about the difference between sexy and naked, he added solemnly, "Besides, you look even more perfect naked."
I was stunned. I didn't even know how to respond. Did he expect me to take his words as a fucking reassurance? Seriously? But there was not much I could do at the moment, anyway. The angrier I became, the harder it would be for me to look presentable in this clothing afterwards. So, I decided to leave him with his fucking emails.
It was actually a short trip to The Collar and before long, the car had stopped at the entrance of a very posh building. The front appearance was more elegant than how I had imagined a BDSM club would look like. Some flower arrangements, wishing Sion Group good luck with the new establishment, decorated the lobby. The ambience was a bit darker than The Haven, but wasn't any less luxurious or classy. It seemed Asami had kept the opening party low profile, though, because there was no journalists or photographers at the entrance.
"It is truly silent here. I can't hear anything," I observed. "Is there truly a party?"
Asami gave me his signature smirk. "The entire place is soundproof, Akihito." He leaned towards me and whispered near my right ear, "You can scream as loud as you want tonight, and no one outside will ever hear it."
Asami's breath felt warm on my ear. His voice was low and musky, sending a shiver down my spine. His palm on my lower back slightly dug into my skin. Maybe it was because of these silly clothes, or maybe it was something in the air of this absurd club; Whatever had caused it, I was aroused quicker than usual.
However, before I could say anything or react, a man wearing expensive formal suits greeted us with impeccable politeness.
"Good evening, Asami-sama, Asami-san," he said, bowing with a straight back and expression that of a stoic statue. "Welcome to The Collar."
"Good evening, Tanaka. I believe everything is in order?" Asami asked the middle age man.
Tanaka respectfully kept his gaze focused on the floor a few feet away from Asami's shoes. "Yes, Asami-sama."
Tanaka's way to show his respect made me wonder whether that the man would willingly kneel in front of Asami and lick my husband's Italian shoes if required. His attitude seemed excessive to me but apparently it didn't bother my husband. Asami merely nodded.
Then, Tanaka turned towards me and gently offered, "Would you like me to help you with your jacket, Asami-san?"
"No, thanks!" I said quickly. "I prefer to keep my jacket on." I tightened my grip on my jacket.
"Don't be ridiculous, Akihito. You can't wear your jacket inside."
"Why can't I? I am the husband of the owner of this place. Of course, I can wear anything I want."
Asami gave me a slow smile. Leisurely, he took a piece of paper from his suite pocket, my 'As-You-Wish' coupon. Why he brought that stupid piece of paper around I would never know. He calmly played it between his fingers.
"Nope," I repeated stubbornly, staying out of Tanaka's reach.
Asami shrugged. "Well, I guess, I don't have any choice," he said as he reached inside his suit coat for his phone, most probably to call our dearest daughter.
"Fine!" I yelled at him. Gracelessly I removed my jacket, trying my best to ignore the fact that i was nearly naked in front of a stranger.
Asami merely smirked while staring at my scantily clad body. I knew I was blushing but I couldn't stop my face from turning red. Even my neck felt warm from embarrassment. The air conditioned room felt cold, especially with how little clothes I wore. Stupid, stupid Asami. It was all his fault. I grumbled as I passed my jacket to Tanaka.
Putting a brave front on, I snapped at my perverted husband, "Now, show me the way to the fucking party!"
Asami wouldn't miss the obvious changes in Akihito's face when his lover saw Mizuki. Akihito's expression quickly turned sour and all his brightness went away. The lovely jawline tightened as Akihito gritted his teeth to control his fury. Those icy hazel eyes glared at Asami as if the boy wanted to kill him right where he stood, slowly and painfully.
He steeled himself for the inevitable. "Akihito, I want you to meet Mizuki-chan."
Akihito didn't even bother to answer him. His young husband stayed frighteningly silent, brown orbs darting back and forth at Asami and the little girl who, Asami knew, had exactly the same golden eyes as his. It wouldn't be hard for Akihito to jump into conclusion, no matter how wrong the conclusion was.
"Mizuki-chan, this is Akihito. He will be-"
"Not again, Asami," Akihito whispered, his voice filled with barely controlled rage. His lips narrowed into a thin line as he fought in vain to restrain his anger. He shook his head, just looking at Asami now. Tears were pooling in his eyes, ready to stream down his soft cheeks. "Not. Again. I can't go through this again."
Mizuki took a few steps backward as she tried to hide herself behind Asami's tall body. She looked at Akihito with curiosity in her golden eyes. But in his fury, Akihito completely ignored the girl.
"Akihito, let me explain-"
"You are such a cruel, cruel man. Do you know that, Asami Ryuichi?!"
Asami raised his hands, palms-down, in a calming gesture. "This is not like what you think. She-"
"Oh!? Really?!" Akihito quickly stepped forward into Asami's personal space. The younger man started to point a finger at Asami's chest, poking him viciously. "Really, Asami?! Because it seems-"
Asami sighed. "Would you please let me finish my sentence, Akihito?"
"No, because I am leaving! Leaving, as I should have done long time ago." Akihito rapidly stepped away from him and before Asami could even think of anything to say, the younger man had started to walk towards the front door of the house.
"Oh, and I am bringing the kids with me. I have been thinking about if for a while. Now, I know it is the right decision," Akihito continued as he took his coat from the hanger. "Enough is enough, Asami. Save your excuses, because I am done with it. I don't want to hear any of your fuckin-," Then, as if remembering there was a child in the room, Akihito paused. Asami quickly used that unexpected silent to give the shortest explanation he could think of.
"I adopted her."
It finally stopped Akihito's tirade for a while.
"She is stateless without a parent. I took a fancy to her and I thought you will like her, too. Her name now is Asami Mizuki."
There was a long hesitation. Akihito looked at him with a look of disbelief in his hazel eyes.
"You are trying to manipulate me again," was all his Akihito said. But it was much better than Akihito leaving him. Asami strode towards the boy and took him into his strong embrace.
"You said you don't want kids," Akihito continued softly. "That is why you gave Rikiya and Nao to me. Do you think I am that stupid? You gave them because I said I wanted kids. But you don't want the trouble. So you gave them my name instead of yours. For me to raise them, but for you not to get involved too much. In the end, you just want the best and easy part out of this bargain! What do you think I am? Their babysitter!? I am not your fucking mistress, damnit!"
"I was wrong," he simply admitted it. "I am sorry, Akihito."
His sincere apology apparently had struck Akihito because the younger man said nothing else, standing very still in front of Asami with wide hazel eyes and half-opened mouth. Asami was rarely wrong and he admitted it even less. In fact, he could count with one hand how many times in his life he had said those sentences to another person: Never. Up until now.
"Let's be one family, Akihito, a real one this time," Asami asked his lover. "You, me…no, us and our kids. We'll raise them together, as their parents." But the answer that he had expected didn't come and even Asami started to feel afraid.
Akihito looked up at him, a sad smile on his lips. "Always such a selfish bastard," his younger lover shook his head grimly.
Without another word, Akihito pulled away from him. Those brown eyes were cold and dread filled Asami like never before. His younger lover took a few steps back before turning towards the entrance door. That was when Asami knew it. There was nothing else he could do.
Akihito was just a few steps away from the door, ready to leave Asami behind, when a soft sob stopped the photographer. The young man looked over his shoulder out of curiosity. What Akihito clearly didn't expect was to find Mizuki in tears. In fact, it seemed Akihito had totally forgotten about her being there. Her cry caught the young man attention and his expression was quickly filled with guilt. No matter how angry Akihito was, their conversation wasn't one meant to be heard by the little girl. It was too late now. Mizuki's golden eyes glazed with deep sadness and those pink lips trembled.
"Oh, dear," Akihito walked towards the little girl, his arms automatically reaching out to hug her. But before Akihito could touch her, Mizuki had stepped back.
"You don't want me," she cried. "You don't want to be a family with me. My mother doesn't want. No one wants."
"No, no," Akihito shook his head in panic. "It is not like that at all. It is just-"
"I am unwanted." Weeks of emotional distress after being sold into slavery, she finally broke down. The little princess screamed her heart out and howled in despair as she crushed into the cold hard marble floor.
The Collar was much more spacious than I had expected. The establishment spanned over an impressive four floors and it was built to include 10,000 square feet of a main area, a large swimming pool, various kink rooms, and several VIP rooms, each was equipped with its own king size bed, small kitchen, bathroom, play area, sitting area, and even a damn jacuzzi. At least, that was what the escort had told me as she led the way. I practically gawked while listening to the brief introduction of the club.
The membership alone was around twenty grands! US dollar, mind you. Monthly. Who the hell had that much money to be wasted on something silly like a membership in a BDSM club? Hopefully no one would pay that much to join this stupid club and Asami would realise that this was a bad investment after all. I would feel no remorse if he closed this club.
As we walked further inside, I observed my surrounding. The interior decoration was modern and stylish. The luxurious vibe was strengthened by the play of colourful lighting and soft video projection into the roof. The furniture were obviously first class. I had no doubt the small table near that wall would cost at least what I earned in a month, maybe more. In a glance, however, there was nothing to show that it was more than an expensive nightclub. Until you noticed the erotic artworks hung on the walls.
I felt my face get warmer as we passed a photograph of a beautifully nude woman crawling on the floor. The artwork was exquisite, to be honest. Being a photographer myself, I recognised the beauty in it. The technique used to capture that photo was one that would require skill and experience. It was clearly not an amateur work. But more than a professional recognition of the photographer's technique, there was something in the posture of the woman, the way she posed her body, the subtle combination of humiliation and pleasure in her eyes, that was so intense even I was turned on by it. And god knew I had no taste for both domination and submission.
As if he could smell my desire like a shark smelling blood in the water, Asami moved to my side, his strong hand circling my waist intimately. He pulled me closer to him until I had to lean to his side to keep my balance.
"See something you like?" he asked.
"Nothing!" I answered quickly. Way, way too quickly.
Ignoring his scrutiny, I averted my gaze to anything other than that photograph, fidgeting as I tried to hide my arousal from him. Which was an impossible thing to do considering the silly clothes that I wore. And he knew it because he chuckled with obvious amusement as I tried to pull myself away from his embrace.
The escort finally stopped in front of a closed door. With a polite bow, she passed a metal key to Asami. My husband took it without question. He turned the key in the lock, opened the door, and beckoned me to enter with a single nod. With a pout, I walked into the room as Asami closed and locked the door from the inside.
Apparently, the door led to a large balcony facing the main area downstairs. A thick soft red velvet rug covered most of the marble floor. The wall looked to be soft white, but the lighting had gave it a mix shades of red, yellow and purple. As mentioned by our escort just now, the VIP room was more like a small apartment. There was a sitting area near the edge of the balcony where patrons could sit and watch the show below. I saw a bottle of Asami's favourite Scotch whiskey, an empty glass, and a bucket of ice on the small table near the leather couch. Some expensive looking pillows were placed artistically on the carpet. A jacuzzi was situated at the middle of the room, already filled with warm water mixed with sweet rose petals, as cheesy as it was. One side of the room contained the king size bed while the other side had the small kitchen and a door that I assumed would bring me to the bathroom. It actually felt cozy, if not for the suspicious chains and rings that scattered at certain places as well as a corner full of whips, flogs, a spanking bench, and other terrifying looking instruments that I didn't even know the name of.
"Just us? No one else?" I observed, fearing that more guests would come to join us later.
Asami strode towards the couch, pouring himself a glass of the fiery liquor before sitting down on the couch.
He smirked at me. "Why? Do you want to have an audience while we play? I can arrange it."
I huffed, "Over my dead body." I felt relief that no one else would see me in this stupid clothes. I had been afraid that Asami would want to show me off to his colleagues or other patrons. Thankfully, he didn't seem to have any intention to do that. Whether it was because he knew I would feel uncomfortable being seen semi naked by strangers or because of his own possessiveness, I couldn't give a damn.
Feeling more relax now, I stared at the stage below, finding round tables decorated elegantly around the stage. Men and women in impeccable suits and stunning dining gowns sat regally around the tables, laughing and talking as their subs knelt obediently at their feet. To my complete surprise, some of the subs were wearing even less clothing than me, merely covering a small amount of their most intimate parts. A few Doms had more than one sub. And occasionally, I saw passionate kisses and blatant groping between the Doms and the Subs. Geez, these rich people were absurd. The entire scene felt surreal to me and I was glad that we were hidden from anyone's eyes up here.
"Is there any other VIP room?" I asked.
Asami merely nodded to our side, pointing to another dark balcony similar to ours. I could see a shadowy persons there but I couldn't make out who was there, or even their gender, as the dimmed lighting kept their identity hidden.
I whistled. "Impressive. This is truly a high class club. No one will know the filthy rich people who attend the party or what they are doing while they are watching the show. Your wealthy patrons must love the idea."
"Oh, they do love it," Asami answered cooly. "…as much as I love the idea," he added while giving me a sly leer. It was clear what kind of 'idea' he had in mind.
"You really like the idea of a submissive me, huh?" I asked dully, but a small smile hanging on my lips and I knew he had noticed it. Even if he had missed my smile, he wouldn't miss my obvious erection, thanks to my extra tight leather short.
He offered me a knowing smile as he answered calmly, "Maybe a little. Just out of curiosity."
Truthfully, I wasn't the submissive type and I had fought tooth and nail to be his equal in every possible way. But playing submissive once in a while wouldn't hurt. As he had mentioned, I kinda liked role-playing. In fact, the idea of submitting to him tonight aroused me more than I had expected. Oh well, it was his birthday gift, anyway, I tried to give an excuse for my wicked desire.
Downstairs, the host had started the show and the guests clapped their hands in excitement, but I paid none of it any mind. Instead, I focused all my attention on the solid man in front of me. Asami sat nonchalantly as if he owned the entire world; even a god would look less arrogant sitting next to him. In his early fifties, my husband was still as handsome and sexy as fuck. His expensive suit hugged his defined muscles perfectly. His broad shoulders, toned abs and rock hard chest clearly displayed his physical power. Combined all those qualities with his extreme fortune and I knew many men and women would happily submit to him as his slaves.
I tilted my head, carefully considering my next action. Then, making a decision, I offered him a coy smile of invitation. "Do you prefer me kneeling in front of you or beside you, Master?"
Asami tried to school his expression as fast as he could, but I wouldn't miss the nanosecond of shock in his eyes. His breathing stopped for a heartbeat when the word 'Master' was out of my lips and his hand that held the glass stilled. Obviously he had thought that I would need more persuasion before I would agree to play the game. There was a momentary of silent before he answered carefully, "Beside me, boy."
Well, two could definitely play the game. "Of course, Master," I answered demurely, bowing my head to show my respect to him.
He didn't even bother to hide the smug look on his face as I slowly kneeled beside him, purposely making the simple act into a show.
"Hands behind your back, boy. Straighten your spine, lift your chin up, cast your eyes down and spread your knees wide apart," he guided gently, his voice turned low and husky. He took his time to stand and fix my position, slowly arranging my body to a pose that would please him the most even when he knew I needed to struggle to assume the position. It was clear that, tonight, only his pleasure mattered; every push and pull that he did as he stretched my body beyond its limit emphasised that simple fact.
I hadn't expected that someone positioning my body into such an uncomfortable position would feel so erotic. And yet, it did. When the tip of his finger touched my bare skin, it burned as if he had branded me with a hot iron. When he used his Italian shoes to shove my knees even further apart, exposing the most vulnerable part of my body to his hungry gaze, I couldn't stop the wanton moan that escaped my mouth. Every now and then, he would give me a gentle caress and the contrast between the tender brush of his hands and the strength that he used to adjust my body made me shiver in anticipation. Would his next move be as gentle as that? Would he shove me forcefully after this? Whatever it would be, I craved his touch. I needed it like a fish needed water to live.
When he was finally satisfied with the result, my body was displayed shamelessly at his feet. It wasn't exactly comfortable and I didn't think I could hold it for long. There was something raw and vulnerable in the position I was at. My erect cock was exposed blatantly, my swollen nipples were for him to play with, and my lips were just at the right level of his cock. It was humiliating, as if I was there simply for his pleasure. Yet, as strange as it sounds, it made me feel…submissive, if that was even possible.
Asami reached for my hair and stroke it gently, as if the locks were one of the rarest treasure on earth. Then, without a single warning, he pulled the strands hard, making me baring my throat to him and earning a whimper from me. He leaned down, his eyes never stray from mine as he gave me a passionate kiss that was close to brutal. It felt more like a punishment than an act of affection. But obediently, I opened my mouth, letting his controlling tongue to invade inside until I gasped for air. And even then, he didn't let me go.
The kiss started to feel suffocating and I reminded myself to take a shallow breath through my nose. God, even with my difficulty to breath, my cock still strained so achingly hard in my shorts until I thought it might tear the soft fabrics to get out of its confine. And when Asami sucked my tongue hard, I felt dizzy with the sensation. Absentmindedly, only half conscious by now, I started to pump my hips, trying to get more friction to satisfy my own arousal.
"Please," I started, not even sure myself what I begged him for. "Ryu, please."
Pleased with my reactions, he laughed before reluctantly pulling away. "Such a good boy," he purred and against my better judgement, I actually preened at his compliment.
Maybe, just maybe, a night of submission wouldn't be so bad, after all.
"Poor girl," Akihito shook his head as he closed the guest bedroom door quietly.
Asami just stood there, staring blankly at the manicured landscape of his own backyard during sunset with his back towards Akihito, unable to say anything. What could he say, anyway? Akihito was about to leave him. Again. Not without a good reason, perhaps. But, still. Even someone as determined as Asami could feel tired playing this chasing game.
"Thankfully, she is sleeping now," his oblivious husband added in a whisper. From the reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window in their living room, Asami could see Akihito shaking his head in disbelief. "How could anyone, moreover her own mother, leave her just like that? Such a sweet girl, she deserves someone who will take care of her no matter what."
Asami didn't care to reply. Being raised by loving parents and surrounded by trusted friends, Akihito would never understand, anyway. But Asami understood perfectly what Mizuki was feeling. Asami's own mother had left him for a junkie much younger than himself, even knowing that the jerk was just after what little money that she'd had. Over the years, people had betrayed him, sold him to his enemies, died, or simply abandoned him for something better. Kirishima and Suoh had been the only two constant people in his life since he was a fifteen years old young man with nothing but a dream to become someone. Yet, he knew that they too would leave him someday. It was just a matter of time. Nothing and no one lasted forever. Mizuki was learning this simple yet critical fact now: people left, no matter how perfect you were.
"I am sure you know the answer to your own question better than me," Asami said warily despite his better judgement. Accusation was too obvious to miss in his voice and he hated it. He would be damned if he ever showed unnecessary emotions in front of his naive husband. Not now. Not ever. With all the willpower he had, he ignored the impulse to turn around to face his beloved, lest he started begging for Akihito to stay.
Akihito's offended expression that was reflected on the window did nothing to lessen Asami's own heartache. "I didn't leave her!" his young husband gave an outrageous muffled scream.
Thankfully, he managed to keep his tone even as he answered calmly, "You would. We both know that you would." He paused, taking a deep calming breath to steady himself. "You will leave us both. It doesn't matter what she deserves, or how hard she tries to do anything, or how much she has sacrificed for anyone. It will never matter. People come and go. There is nothing we can do to stop them. At least, this will be a good lesson for her."
The last few sentences almost choked him. He wasn't sure it was about Mizuki anymore. It sounded more like what was inside his own heart, too close to his own fear of Akihito leaving him despite everything that he had done for his younger husband. He just hoped that Akihito wouldn't notice how much Asami'd just poured his own insecurities into those words.
It was damn hard for Asami to admit, but the moment the words left his mouth, he knew that it was fucking true. It wouldn't matter how hard he fought to provide as much normal life as possible for Akihito and their children. For his young and naive husband, it would never be enough.
Did that mean that Asami wanted Akihito to change, though? God, no. He wanted Akihito to stay as he was. Akihito's innocence and naivety was what attracted Asami in the first place. It would be unfair if now he wanted Akihito to be something else. No. He didn't want Akihito to change for him.
He closed his eyes shut, giving up on stalling the inevitable. "I am tired," the words were out before he could stop it. He leaned his forehead against the cool glass window. He just wanted to get this over with. If Akihito wanted to leave, Asami didn't want to prolong his misery. Let Akihito leave so Asami could lick his wounds in secret.
It is okay, he scolded himself. It is time, anyway. Fifteen fucking years is more than what I had expected.
There was a very long silence. He waited for the sound of the door opening. Or even worse, closing. The gentle palm that rested on his back, however, wasn't what he had expected. Slowly, as if Akihito didn't want to scare him, his younger husband hugged him from behind.
"I am sorry," Akihito said quietly, almost inaudible. "I didn't mean to undermine your effort. I know whatever you do, you do it in our best interest. At least from your perspective, as twisted as it is. But, I will appreciate it more if you can discuss it with me first."
Asami knew his shoulder shook violently as he tried to control the emotions spiralling wild inside himself. He swore that he would deny it if Akihito ever brought it up. But Akihito didn't mention it. His husband simply turned him around, kissed him softly, and led him to the sofa, murmuring words of comfort and apologising for god-knew-what as Asami rested his head on Akihito's lap.
"Thank you for fighting so hard fo us, Ryu," Akihito whispered softly, love dripping from every words. "Rest. It is my turn to take care of you."
And so he slept.
He didn't wake up until the next dinner. For the first time since he'd started his own business, he missed work and not because he was sick. But when he opened his eyes to the sight of Akihito yelling as his younger husband run in a futile attempt to catch the twins and Mizuki, trying to bath them all, Asami felt much more relax and fresh than he had ever felt in ages.
He didn't really understand why, but Akihito had understood his fear and despite Asami's display of momentary weakness, Akihito stayed. They had never discussed his breakdown. But after that, whenever he laid his head on Akihito's lap, without words or questions, Akihito would caress him to a peaceful sleep.
And that was more than what Asami could ask for.
I watched with awe-filled eyes as the young man's body bent into unthinkable shape. I didn't even know that a human body could do that. Asami had forced me to do some bondage before, when we were both simply fuck buddies. But none of those could be compared to what I was currently watching on the stage. The show was a totally different level altogether.
The handsome middle age man on the stage, who obviously was the Dom, took a mean looking whip and started to lash one of the sub on stage; gently in the beginning, then the lashes escalated with a sound that made me cringe in fear. Not that I would admit it to Asami. But it seemed that he knew, because every time I winced from the sound of a whip lash, he would run his fingers on my shoulder blades, calming me.
"It sounds painful," I commented. Then, remembering my role for the night, I added, "Master."
He actually snorted at my pitiful attempt to be submissive. Well, at least I tried.
I couldn't take my eyes off the stages, though. The Dom had started to fuck the sub who was bound in a sort of a swing, both were obviously lost in pleasure. The sub openly screamed in ecstasy and begged for the Dom to fuck her even harder, their voices were amplified by the high-tech sound system.
I stole a glance at Asami, thinking that the scene below would arouse him. And yes, Asami was aroused, if the tented pants was any indication. But what I didn't expect was to find him watching me instead. His gaze was steady, staring at me as if I was a wonder of the world. It was screaming his love and desire to me and I felt my heart begin to race. I might be scantily clad, but I wasn't naked. Yet, I felt as if his gaze could peel every layer of my clothes and left me bare in front of him.
I tore my eyes away from his scrutiny and murmured, "I am thirsty."
Before he could say anything, I stood and walk towards the small kitchen, my joints popped in protest after holding the uncomfortable pose for long. Scuffling around the kitchen to find what I needed, I got myself a glass of pure water. The water felt cool as I swallowed it down, keeping my back to him. Nervous, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. Without even looking, though, I could still feel his intense gaze fixed on me.
"You are nervous," he commented evenly.
Shit, of course I was! Who wouldn't when someone was staring at them with so much love blatantly displayed in the eyes? I rested my hands on the kitchen counter, trying to calm my stupid heart.
"Akihito, look at me," he ordered.
Slowly, I turned around to face him but I still couldn't bring myself to look at him in the eyes.
"I said, look at me, boy," he told me sternly. "I don't like repeating myself twice."
The hard warning reminded me of our role-playing and somehow it calmed me down. I forced myself to look at him. And gods, Asami was truly a sight to behold. He was sex incarnated. It wasn't only about his body or look, though he was physically handsome and sexy as hell. But more than that, Asami just possessed some intangible qualities that made men and women gravitate towards him: a quiet authority, an ability to read his partner's mind, a sensual confidence that only few men were lucky enough to had. His entire body emanated an internal-fortitude strength. He knew who he was and what he wanted. And there was nothing sexier than a man who was grounded, who was in perfect command of himself, and whose confidence said that he had nothing to prove.
I wanted him. Oh for all the mercy in the world, I had never wanted him more than I wanted him now. My blood rushed south as my brain decided it was time to stop functioning for the day. My breath catch and my skin tingled just by being in his presence. I needed to touch him as much as I needed air to survive. Drowned in a haze of pure lust, I started to walk towards him.
"Stop." His one word command froze me. Did I do anything wrong? When I opened my mouth to ask, he added with sexual longing in his eyes, so strong until his irises turned into the colour of melted gold, "Crawl, boy."
My heart stopped beating at that simple command. Crawl? Like an animal? Could I do that? The image of the woman in the photograph flashed through my mind. The arch of her back. The cat-like pose of her body. The submission in her eyes. Shit. My logical side started protesting against that very notion, even as my cock hardened under the thin layer of leather. Should I? Should I not? Wouldn't it destroy all my effort to stand equal to him? But, didn't I want it as much as him? Hundreds of questions flashed through my mind before I forced myself to stop worrying to death.
Fuck it, Akihito! You only lived once, right?
Slowly, I got down on all fours. I tried my best to mimic the photograph that I had seen during our way here. I kept my eyes on him, head slightly elevated, mid back sloping down into a deep curve, hips high. And I crawled. It was damn embarrassing. I didn't think I managed to make it into an art as the woman in the photograph had done. But I put all my passion for Asami in it.
His eyes followed my every movement; it made me want to give him the best show ever. I stopped in front of him, tilted my head slightly, then gently licked his fingers that rested on the armchair, arching my body to its maximum limit. The moment my tongue touched his skin, Asami whined as if he was on fire. The longing sound stopped me dead. Asami rarely made a sound during sex. He wasn't an expressive lover. And he definitely didn't whine. Growled, perhaps, in a very rare occasion. But never a whine.
I stared at him through my lashes and if I didn't remember to keep my cool, I would have laughed at the sight in front of me. My husband was closing his eyes so tight as if he was trying to control every fibre in his body. He bit his bottom lips in an effort to stay silent. His fingers squeezed the armchairs like a man grabbing a lifeline that would save his very soul. And his erection, trapped inside his soft pants, made a very obvious bulge, screaming for attention.
A dominant, my ass. If there was anyone who was in control here, it was clearly me. The power that I had over him was intoxicating. Shit, I could get used to this.
Feigning timidity, I asked, "Master? Can I?"
Asami didn't even have the strength to answer. He lifted one of his hand to rub his face as he nodded.
I grinned. Using my teeth to open his pants, I pulled down his briefs. His erection stood proudly in front of me. The masculine scent was so heady, it made me drunk. Wanting more of his scent, I pressed my face into his groin, nuzzling my cheek against it and he groaned in need. Ignoring my own erection, I started to worship his cock in all its sensual glory. Tonight, I wanted to savour every inch of its power, virility and vigour. I began with a long, sensual lick along his shaft, tasting it as if his arousal was a special gift for me. He didn't try to grab the back of my head, letting me to set the pace and giving me freedom to express my desire to please him. And I decided to take this slow, determined to enjoy the silkiness of his cock.
As I caressed his swollen cock with my tongue, he let out a long sigh of longing. "Akihito…"
Inch by inch, I took all his rod inside my mouth, massaging the bulge with my throat as I hummed in pleasure. Using my tongue whenever I could, I kept it slow and sensual, sliding it in and out of my mouth with a torturing pace. It wasn't exactly easy to do it on all fours, but I did it with enthusiasm, hoping it would convey my feelings for him.
And Asami didn't disappoint me. Before long, he growled, "Enough."
He half-dragged me to the other side of the room in record time, unzipped the back of the thousands dollar leather short, threw me down on the king size bed, and pushed me back on all fours. It was his favourite position. I would never admit it, but I enjoyed it as much as him since in this position, I could feel him even deeper. I crossed my arms and rested my head on it, spreading my legs wide, arching my back and raising my hips in offering to him.
Without another word, Asami grabbed my hair and pushed my head further into the mattress as he sank into me. He set a brutal pace and I pushed back to meet each thrust. And each time his cock hit that spot deep inside me, I screamed louder and louder, yelling his name in my desperation to reach my own orgasm. He didn't even need to touch my cock to send me there. I literally saw stars as I reached climax, squeezing my muscle as hard as I could around his cock and he followed me a few seconds later, wave after wave of pleasure filled me.
We slumped into bed laughing and kissing each other. A stupid smile still decorated my face as I fell into sleep in his arms.
Tao watched the show on the stage downstairs dispassionately. A Hispanic boy knelt between his legs, busy sucking his cock. He spread his arms wide along the back of the sofa while trying his best to enjoy the service given by a boy whose name he couldn't even remember. He frowned. Something had to be wrong when a man had to even try to enjoy a fucking blowjob. And it wasn't like the boy was unskilled. It was just that the excitement of having a boy at his feet had died a long time ago. After a handful of them, one couldn't differentiate one blowjob from another. And how sad was that?
He glanced at the other balcony on their right side, where he knew Asami-sama was enjoying the same show with Akihito. So far, nothing seemed alarming. Tao knew Kirishima and Suoh were staying on guard just outside the door that led to Asami-sama's balcony. But one couldn't be too careful nowadays, especially with the current unrest in the underground world.
Absentmindedly, he shifted to give the Hispanic boy a better access, his mind straying to the situation in hand. The unrest had given them all a headache. Tao was seriously worried, to be honest. Someone was selling the underground organisations, one by one, to the authorities and no one had a damn clue who it was. Nobody trusted anyone anymore. In fact, every organisations with illegal dealings had started to attack one another in order to defend themselves.
Indeed, the new anti-organised-crime law was annoying, but it shouldn't have done that much damage to the top players with strong connections, especially one as powerful as Sion group. And though the Takamiya had suffered similar fate as the others, their loss wasn't as fatal as the others; it irked Tao. Tao didn't believe in coincidence, especially one that worked against him.
His instinct told him that the mole was merely playing with them. Divide and conquer. Not only they didn't trust each other now, but they also needed to fight among themselves while avoiding the authorities at the same time. A two-front war was one that's difficult to win. Sion group's upcoming treaty with the Takamiya would strengthen them, but for how long? Tao hated being outmatched and now, that was exactly what he felt.
Shutting his pure black eyes, he recalled his conversation with his father a few hours ago. The older Liu had called his son in concern. Baishe was ready to support Sion group, but what could Baishe do when no one even knew who the enemy was?
"Rumour has it that a new player has entered Japan's underworld," Feilong had informed his son. "Whoever this person is, he or she wants to eliminate all the old players and take control of the entire country by either selling the old players to the authorities or taking over them."
A new player? But if there was a new player, how come they hadn't heard anything?
He shook his head, reminding himself of his own experience more than a decade ago. Hadn't he started his own business in secret, without anyone knowing, until Asami-sama had caught him? The problem was, the more time you spent in the underworld, the more used you were with certain concepts. Newer players had none of these old school concepts ingrained in their head and if one could use this loophole to their advantages, it wasn't impossible for them to beat even the top ringleaders.
The soft complaining sounds coming from between his legs stopped his chain of thoughts. His Hispanic boy was looking up at him in frustration. The boy had spent the last half an hour sucking him and trying to coax an orgasm from him. That beautiful jaw muscle had to be very sore by now. He offered the boy an unrepentant grin before reaching out a hand to grab the boy's nape, then brutally, buried the boy's face back in between his powerful legs. The boy should know better than to complain. Tao couldn't care less even if the pretty boy had his jaw broken. Tao had spent a lot of money for this particular boy, buying him things and even paying for his tuition fee. It had better be worth every penny or there would be hell to pay.
His ringing phone interrupted his plan to make the boy suffer, though. He glanced at the screen, preparing himself to quickly run to the next balcony if the caller was Asami-sama. It was an unknown number, but there was only one person who had the strange habit of using disposable phone to call his private line. Well, the caller could wait for Tao to get his fun. Deciding to call back later, he simply ignored the call until his phone stopped ringing.
There was a moment of blissful peace as he fucked the boy's throat hard before his phone started ringing again. Cursing, he used his free hand to reject the call.
A minute hadn't even passed when his phone started ringing for the third time.
Damnit, the boy is as stubborn as his dad, Tao scowled silently. Fine. He asked for it so he can't complain to me later.
"I'm busy," he calmly told the person on the other end of the phone call. His breathing was steady, showing no sign at all that he was in the middle of having a blowjob, even if it was a boring one.
There was a brief silence before an emotionless reply came, perfectly mimicking Tao's even tone, "Having sex?"
Tao didn't even bother to stop deep-throating the Hispanic boy. He just shrugged as he offered a cold answer, "It is nothing of your business, boy. Now, be quick. What is it?"
With a dull tone as if he was reciting a boring financial statement, the boy reported that his men had seen a few suspicious thugs around one of their warehouses. The boy had ordered the men to bring the intruders in, but most of the unidentified men had managed to escape. Obviously, these intruders knew their way around the area to be able to get away from Asami-sama's best men. They could only capture one and even then, the man was dead before they could interrogate him.
Tao was listening with only a third of his attention by then. The intruders might be related to this new player his father had told him about, but there was nothing they could do if they couldn't interrogate anyone. The security cameras around the warehouse might tell them something, but if the boy decided to call him personally, it would mean that the boy had checked the security camera and found no further lead.
A delicious lick just below the crown of his cock made him gasp in pleasure and he didn't even realise he had made the sound until he noticed that the person on the other end of the call had gone frighteningly silent. He wanted to sigh. Well, in his defence, it wasn't his fault. He had intended to just return the call later. It was the boy who had insisted on calling him in the middle of a blowjob.
"Just dump the body in the bay, Nao," he told the boy impatiently. "At least, it would be a warning to others."
There was a pregnant silent. When the boy finally answered, his young voice wasn't as calm as before; the silent anger was obvious in every word he said. "Consider it done, Tao-niisan."
The phone call ended abruptly then. Great. Now, Nao would sulk for days and god knew Nao could be such a ticking time bomb when he sulked. Even in a good mood, the boy was still a wildcard that none could control nor predict. Rikiya always said that Nao would do anything Tao told the boy to do, but they both knew that in the end of the day, the Asami brothers listened only to Akihito. Tao had no control over Nao. And they needed the boy to be in full control to face the upcoming treaty and the current unrest. What a mess!
Feeling frustrated, Tao threw his phone across the room. The weak metal shattered into pieces as it hit the wall. Whatever, he thought, I am damn tired. He shut his eyes and decided to enjoy his fucking blowjob for now. Moving his hips brutally, he moaned as he secretly imagined it was a certain pair of stubborn hazel eyes that was looking up at him at the moment.
The phone call woke Asami from dozing off. He shifted, moving Akihito gently from where the younger man had slept on the top of Asami's body. Glancing at the stylish metal clock on the wall, he noticed that the night was still early but the show below had ended. It was mostly silent except for the muffled sexual noise from downstairs. Some patrons had decided to enjoy the various attractions offered inside The Collar.
He padded across the carpeted floor, took his phone from the inside pocket of his suit, and calmly slide the touch screen to answer the call.
"Little moon," he greeted his only daughter. "Are you at your grandparents' house already?"
"Yes, father," she replied in a voice full of respect and affection. "Riki-niisan and Nao-niisan aren't here yet though and they didn't answer my call. Grandma and Grandpa are worried."
She wasn't worried, though. Her confidence in her brothers' strength was obvious in her voice. She knew Rikiya and Nao were more than able to defend themselves. They were her beloved brothers, after all, and in her eyes, they were her unbeatable champions. But as a good girl, she would find out about her brothers' whereabouts to sooth her grandparent's concern.
Asami knew that Rikiya and Nao had jobs to do tonight. A new shipment had just arrived a few hours ago and they needed to quickly relocate the goods to different warehouses before transporting it to their clients.
"Ah, I told them to do some errands," he informed his daughter without elaborating further. His little princess didn't need to be bothered by the detail of their dirty jobs.
Mizuki made a hum of acknowledgement before asking. "So, how's your night, father? Do you enjoy the present from me?"
Asami laughed heartily. Trust his daughter to give him the best birthday present ever. Mizuki was truly a natural mastermind. She made things happen, no matter how impossible it looked like in the beginning. She knew her charms and used it like the twins would use their guns. She might take an underhanded and unconventional way, but it just made Asami adore the 11 years old girl more.
He couldn't stop the grin on his face as he recalled the submissive Akihito, crawling towards him with lust in those hazel eyes. True, Mizuki had only provided the opportunity and a little push. The rest was up to Asami to play his cards right. But none of that would happen if it wasn't for his princess.
"I love it very much, little moon," he admitted sincerely with a satisfied smile on his face. "Thank you. It is a very thoughtful gift."
"It is my pleasure, father," she said with a sigh. "You look tensed lately. I thought this gift might help you to relax."
He smiled fondly at that simple statement. No matter how much the twins respected him, they were always closer to Akihito. Mizuki, on the other hand, was his daughter first and foremost. Without a doubt, she loved Akihito to the death but in the end, Asami was the one who had her utmost loyalty. It had started as a repayment for saving her from a lifetime of slavery, but along the years, their relationship as father and daughter had only grown stronger. He trusted her as much as she trusted him. And it spoke volume for someone who had a trust issue like Asami.
He still remembered the first time Mizuki's tears had stopped Akihito from leaving him. He hadn't expected it to work, doubting every part of the plan even as he'd discussed all the details with young Mizuki. But as always, Mizuki had made it work. Akihito had stayed and eventually, after many discreet and gentle persuasions from Mizuki, his younger husband had agreed to take his family name. Over the years after that, Mizuki had helped Asami to win people, sometimes even his rivals; she was an ace card that he had kept hidden from even his most trusted subordinates and sons.
Which reminded him of something. He carefully considered his problem with the Takamiyas, quickly calculating every actions and predicting possible outcomes, before asking, "Little moon, I may need your help again."
He could imagine her beautiful smile. Her long blond hair and golden bright eyes would shine under the moonlight, emphasising her ethereal beauty. When she answered him, her voice was warm yet full of confident. It was only two simple words, but those two words were loaded with her utter devotion.
"Anything, father."