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back and forth as he drove them
into her with agonizing slowness.
    “More,” she heard herself beg, jerking her hips in
frustration when he stopped midway and left her hanging.
    “Ask me with respect.” He refused to move a millimeter more.
Even his thumb stopped circling her clit as he waited for her to answer.
    “More, please, B - Bakushi ,” she gritted out,
every muscle tensed in erotic expectation.
    “Well done,” he praised her, returning at last to the task
at hand.
    Sakura closed her eyes as he continued to fuck her with his
fingers, moving them in and out in a rhythm that left her breathless, unable to
utter a single sound as he drove them deeper with each successive thrust. Her
cunt ached in a way she had not felt for ages, her dormant sexuality roused to
full force by the Bakushi’s skillful hands. She ground her hips hard to
his, the length of his erection a solid mass against her stomach.
    Suddenly, she wanted to slide her own hand between them,
take hold of his rigid flesh and circle it with her fingers. She reached for
the zipper of his jeans. “I want to touch you.”
    “ Iie . Move your hand. Now,” he added in a sharper
tone when she continued to fumble with his pants. To add emphasis, he clamped
his fingers so hard around her clit Sakura cried out and buried her face into
his shoulder.
    To her chagrin she realized she loved the way he took
control. The way he touched her. Even the way he ordered her around. And the
more she let go, the more he took over. Now he lavished all his attention on
her swollen clit, rubbing and pinching and stroking the knob of flesh until it
grew so sensitive Sakura bit her lip to keep from crying out. Sensation after
sensation rolled up from the pit of her stomach. Her skin puckered and her
nipples grew hard as polished beads of glass. She rubbed her chest against his
to enhance her pleasure, loving the way she could feel his nipples had
tightened to match her own.
    Her body coiled into a spring so tight she swore she could
feel every muscle fiber tense as the orgasm approached. Her legs buckled when
he thrust two fingers back into her cunt and flicked them against the front
wall of muscle, over and over until she was close, so close, ready to topple
over the edge, ready to give him anything he wanted if he would just push her
and allow her to fly.
    “Come for me, keisei ,” he finally commanded, rasping
his thumb so hard on her clit she could not stop the whimper of pleasure that
spilled from her throat as she did what he ordered, her hips bucking against
his hand, her cunt clamping tight around his fingers as she came, shattering
from the pleasure until at last she sagged in his arms sated and content.
    “That was amazing,” she managed shyly, uncertainty taking
over once more as she returned to the real world—the music and the club and the
stranger who held her.
    She could not read anything of his expression. He now seemed
as cold and distant as the mask he wore. “You will meet me here in three days’
time. I will teach you and in return you will do anything and everything I
demand. Good night, keisei .”
    With that he stepped away, bowed and left her standing alone
in the corner, dazed, wondering what seductive demon she had just agreed to let
have control of her body and her mind.
    * * * * *
    Sakura’s father had been in a miserable temper all morning.
He’d called the cleaning service with a plethora of complaints about work that
had not been done to his satisfaction at the office. He’d spent nearly fifteen
minutes ranting at them in both Japanese and English that they had not scrubbed
the bathrooms to anywhere near an acceptable level. Then he ordered his
secretary to call them back and demand a refund, promptly firing the woman who
had spent twenty years in his employ when she refused to make the call.
    By noon, Sakura had been summoned to try to convince Katashi
Nakao the bathroom floors were clean enough to eat from and that his secretary
would