by Lila Mina
After-work drinking parties were a big part of corporate life in Japan, but they made little sense to Lana. Everyone turned half comatose after a few drinks. Come the next day, they’d pretend nothing had ever happened after spending the night complaining about their boss who sat with them.
“Me too, I confess because as much as I like washoku, my taste buds just long for cheese, raw ham, spicy sauce, pasta and so on. You can’t take home out of your stomach, can you?”
Yuki chuckled. “I guess not.” She sipped her wine, then her smile turned dreamy. “Hm… I’m so excited about watching tonight’s new episode, what a terrible cliffhanger last week!”
“You mean, you can’t wait to see Viola back on the screen, right?” Lana winked, a large grin on her lips. Ever since she had introduced her to it, Yuki had become a huge fan of How To Get Away With Murder. For sure, Viola Davis’ powerful acting and her stunning looks were to thank for it.
Before her companion could reply, the sliding door of the main entrance slammed with a loud noise, shattering the peaceful mood. Lana and Yuki jumped on their seats and shared a puzzled glance. It was much too early for Honda to be home, and what could make him act like that? They hurried to the genkan.
“Goshujin sama, welcome back, is everything all right?” Yuki asked. Her husband had taken his shoes off and was removing his tie with brusque and angry gestures, completely out of character.
“Never!” he exclaimed, talking to himself. “Never has anyone shown me so much disrespect, has insulted me like this!” His hands shook. “This is unforgivable!”
Without any further explanation, he strode right past the two women, not sparing them a glance. But just as he stepped inside his office, he stopped and turned on his heels. He pointed at Lana. “You! Attend me!”
Startled, Lana froze at first but then jumped on her feet, responding to his barking as if they were in the dojo and he called her as his uke. In a way, this was exactly what was about to happen: she’d be the recipient of a violent technique, and she’d have to make sure to take a proper fall to avoid being hurt. She tried to hide her trepidation. This round would be more than a little dangerous given his abysmal level of self-control. Yuki reached the same conclusion.
“Please, she doesn’t have to... maybe I can…” she began, trying to calm her husband.
“Silence, wife!” Honda shouted in a plain and downright disrespectful register. Both women tensed and gasped in surprise. He never spoke so rudely, and above all not with Yuki. “Stay out of this. You do not have the requested… skills. It is not your role. Come now,” Honda grunted, grabbing Lana’s wrist and leading them to his bedroom.
“Yes, goshujin sama,” Lana tried to sound much more unaffected than she was. As soon as they were inside his room, he used their momentum to slam her against the wall.
“Do not resist me. Do not challenge me. Do not make one sound, or gesture, of opposition. Do you understand?” Honda rasped in her ear while tearing apart her dress and panties.
Lana couldn’t deny a part of her was aroused by his extreme show of dominance and rough handling. Still, she was downright pissed at his gross attitude with Yuki. She regulated her breathing to keep her emotions under a tight lid. For someone who had lectured her on not letting anyone get under her skin, his seemed quite thin and fragile today.
She analyzed the situation with a critical, analytical eye. Whatever had happened at his dinner party must have been bad to push him so far that he couldn’t handle it on his own. This looked like a distorted image of what they have gone through just a few days earlier. This time, there seemed to be no room for her own aggression as he spiraled out of control; she had to be calm waters and no oil on his fire.
He was so tense under her hands, a block of marble pressing on her, ready to crush her. No flexibility. No softness. He’s right. No way Yuki can do it. He didn’t have to be so insulting though!
“Yes, goshujin sama, of course. Please… let me serve you.” It was going to be a one-way game, at least in the beginning. Perhaps she would have the chance to bring back some balance later on.
“Good. Now be silent. I only want to hear your moans and cries, or your answers to my questions.” Honda got rid of his pants, flipped her against the wall and slid into her in one move. His grip on her hips was like steel claws. “Where is your loyalty? Where is your allegiance? Is your entire body ready for me?” His voice was pressing but cold.
Lana was rattled by his odd line of questioning but lost the ability to think straight as he began to thrust inside her. “Yes… Go… shujin… sama… Always...”
“Let’s see that. Open your cheeks! Wide open!” Lana stretched her legs and opened her cheeks to offer a perfect view of her ass.
She gasped when he slapped her hard three times, and she stifled back a first moan of pleasure, trying to let go of unnecessary tension. For once, she didn’t feel as safe as usual. He’s so volatile and unhinged! What’s going on here? Did he have too much to drink? But there’s no smell on his breath...
“Better now.” He resumed his pounding, then pinched her nipples. He bit her right shoulder so hard that blood started to drip. Lana moaned even louder, and her legs buckled under her.
“Don’t be weak, be strong, be stronger than this, you can take it, you can take anything,” he grunted in her ear. “I ask for your loyalty and total submission, not weakness and passivity.” Then he slipped out of her, clasped her shoulders and pushed her to his futon. “On your back. Open your mouth.”
Honda straddled her chest and plunged into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat; she made gurgling sounds. The feeling of invasion and his crushing weight fueled her resolve at pushing back.
Let’s not bet too much on his usual concerns about my boundaries… She dug her nails hard into his legs to slow him down while doing her best to relax and breath through her nose. She wouldn’t be able to call red, but he would respect the traditional tapping signaling her limits. And if he didn’t… then she would bite him.
“Why are you fighting me?” Honda growled. “Don’t you trust me? Don’t you have faith in me? Are you scared?” There was something in his voice, almost desperate. What the hell happened tonight?
Lana locked eyes with him, to show him she wasn’t turning her back on him despite everything he threw at her. She let go of his legs and slid her trembling hands over his rocking hips, supple stomach and up to his flanks; she gripped him hard. Ten sharp and red half-moons appeared on his skin.
Honda hissed and grunted as she kept clenching until she drew blood. Pain was always welcome. It was something both expected and needed. His whole body shuddered, his roar of release reverberated in the air as his come filled her throat.
He had enough sense left to get up from her chest right away. Lana turned on her side to swallow his cum without choking on it. Panting hard and wiping her mouth with a shaky hand, she was confronted with his half erection. Breath irregular, he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Jaw locked and face tumultuous, gaze unfocused, it was as if there was someone else in front of him, a ghost mocking him.
“Goshujin sama…” Her voice was reduced to a broken whisper by his invasive deep throating. “You are unwell. Let me help you…” Lana opened her hands in a non-threatening manner. How about I caress him, comfort him…
But she didn’t have time to test her plan. Honda grabbed her wrists and with a surprised yelp, she found herself half sprawled on his lap.
“I have no use for your pity,” Honda uttered with a flat voice, his grip tightening. “Give me your body and resilience, this is all I want from you.”
His off-hand words poured oil on her resolve. She was in a vulnerable position, but she didn’t attempt to pull away. She used her lower limbs’ muscles while relaxing her upper body. Applying a technique he had taught her, she pushed herself up until she again faced him.
“You have my body,” Lana whispered. “You can use it as you want. I will enjoy it and perhaps beg for more. B
ut you are wrong. I am not pitying you. I want to make you… snap out of this haze. You are not yourself. Come back to us. Oku sama and I are not your enemies.”
Honda pushed her backward in an impossible position, but she held her ground and refused to relent. He bit her earlobe hard. “Now is not the time to figure out things beyond your pay grade, little mudansha,” he grunted. “You have one job, and it does not include getting inside my head. Get to it! Ride me!” he ordered, pulling her again back to him, then grabbing her hips to make her straddle his hips.
Lana growled back, but let it go. She grinded herself on his lap and they fell into tense silence. Nearly desperate, she attempted to bring him a second time to closure, but it kept escaping him.
Nails raked long and bloody wounds on his spine and flanks. Teeth gnawed at necks, ears, and shoulders. His entire upper body was a mess of bruises, and hers wasn’t in much better shape. Electric jolts shot throughout her body. Pleasure and pain, but also anxiety and frustration left them both panting hard.
He had recovered a bit of his self-control, but his face was still filled with a startling anxiety that left her even more confused and scared. It was much more disturbing than his carelessness and rough handling.
As she considered coming up with another approach, Honda grabbed something under the mattress. When a blade caught the moonlight in the dark room, she gasped and froze.
What the hell?
Honda caught her neck with his free hand. “Did I tell you to stop?”
Any pretense at submission was cast aside. Heart beating wildly, Lana stared him down, while her hand shot to catch his thick wrist to keep the short sword away. He was buried inside her, there was not much room to move.
Tonight, many lines had been already blurred, and she was taking no chance.
25
An Offering of Blood
“Should I call red already?” For more effect, Lana snarled and let her own steel pierce through as she applied a disarming technique.
His grip on her neck tightened, and he twisted his wrist free with a counter-technique. “This is not for you, or at least not until you ask for it. Keep still.”
Before Lana could react, Honda slid the sharp blade on his left bicep, leaving a clean, long and bleeding cut behind. He let out a groan and hardened inside her. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock.
“No! Oh why… Why did you do this? Please stop!” Fear overcame her. Something! I need something to stop the bleeding, some clothes, some tissue, anything!
Honda dropped the blade and seized her chin. “It is nothing, just a flesh wound. Lick it. Lick the blood away like you have done in the past. Lick it, drink it, until it stops. Use your entire mouth, your lips, your tongue. I know that you enjoy the taste of my blood. Continue to ride me and heal me.” He panted hard, his body quivering under her like never before. But whether it was from sexual tension, pain, or struggle to keep himself under control…
Lana searched his stormy face, trying to clamp down her panic. Yes… I like it, I enjoy tasting his blood… but this is much more than a few drops! His words though... Healing him...
She resumed rolling her hips and in slow motion, brought her lips closer to his arm, never breaking eye contact. As soon as her mouth touched his wound, Honda shuddered, and a new sound resonated from his chest, something different, a sob of relief, mixed with a groan of pure pleasure.
“Uh… yes! Faster now, ride me, ride me hard! And suck it! Suck it as you would drink my cum!” he urged her, his self-control once again reduced to shreds, but no longer by anger.
All her doubts and anxiety flew away. Her own caged monster roared and broke out of her confinement with a surge of dark relish, and a deafening rush of blood to her head shut out all other sounds. Her more assertive and dominant nature took over. Lana pushed him back down, dug her nails into his chest for leverage and launched herself into a powerful and fast ride. Turning into an animal feeding on her prey, her tongue flicked his cut, swallowing down the thick and hot liquid.
A violent and long orgasm, the first of the evening, washed over her and made her wet their locked pelvises. The added moisture made her sliding moves even easier. Sweat, cum, blood, saliva, all kinds of body fluids pooled between their legs and lower bodies. Honda answered her muted groans with other loud grunts, crushing her face to his arm, meeting each of her moves with his own thrusts.
“Yes! This is it! More… I need more… lap it, grind me, do not stop… your blood… will you give it to me?” That last part wasn’t a command. There was hope in his rough voice, but also anxiety.
Scared and exhilarated, Lana grabbed blindly for the knife and straightened up to hand it to him, handle first. “Ah… All right…” she panted, trying to recover her wits. His blood was all over her chin, and she wiped it with the back of her free hand. “Let’s try to do this… But please, a small cut…”
Honda pushed back the blade, declining it. His eyes were clearer, much more focused now. “No, you do it. You must be committed. I will not cut you, little mudansha. I offer you my blood, you offer me yours. You heal my wounds, I heal yours. This is much more difficult this way. And much more rewarding.”
“I… I can’t do it… I don’t know how… Where?” she stammered.
Buried inside her, he took her hand handling the knife and brought it to her upper arm in a surprisingly gentle way. “When you are ready, hold still and press lightly. It is extremely sharp, you do not need strength but rather a steady hand. Do it here, on your bicep, where there are no arteries. You will not lose much blood and enjoy the way it hurts,” Honda grumbled.
Lana watched him from behind hooded eyes, her mood turning grim. “This is what I fear.”
“Do it only when we are together, for safety reasons but also because even if the pain is pleasurable, you will see: the feeling of my tongue licking your wound is even more exquisite.”
You tempting devil… I should… shut my ears… run away… leave you here… not look back…
But her own beast heard him and hummed in feverish anticipation. Lana took a deep breath to stop her hand from shaking and applied the blade with a careful gesture, cutting her flesh over three centimeters. The pain was sharper than expected, and she hissed at the throbbing ache.
Honda’s growl of desire and his hands tightening on her hips were enough to make her come again. That he needed her so made her head swirl. She licked his wound, his chest, up his throat, and nape to tug at his earlobe.
“Ahh, goshujin sama… Please…” Her voice was sultry and rough. She had slipped and fallen, joining him in his black and red world where their darkest drives ruled. “Drink my blood… And let me swallow yours… please fuck me hard while we lick each other…”
“I wouldn’t do it in any other way…” Honda grunted before latching onto her arm and pushing her on her back in one fluid movement. The next second, he slid into her ass. Her legs locked on their own on his lower back and his renewed energy swept her away. Her eyes rolled back, body slackening as she screamed in ecstasy.
As soon as Lana had recovered her wits, she gripped his chest and pressed her mouth to his wound again. The next moments had them frantically thrusting against each other, their mouths locked on each other’s bloody slashes. Caught in an erotic form of wrestling, they rolled outside the futon and on the tatami.
With their usual patterns set aside for once, both vied for dominance, refusing to submit, wanting to take and give it all. The air was permeated with their groans and rutting grunts, the metallic smell of blood, the pungent odor of their sweats mingling and the unmistakable smell of cum that kept flowing. Her mind shut down as her primal urges and darkest desires overruled her.
Later Lana sat up and rubbed her arm while watching her companion lost in deep slumber. Unusual lines of grim tension still creased his face. They had pushed it far, and she had absorbed a lot of his overwhelming rage, but not all of it. Whatever he had told her, he needed comfort and a form of softer care. She nearly to
uched his face but dropped her hand. That wasn’t her role.
Grimacing and limping, she got up, grabbed her panties and his discarded shirt, and buttoned it up. She found Yuki in the darkened kitchen, sitting under a lone light, lost in thought.
“Oku sama,” she whispered as her throat was still sore, “I believe it would be best if you attended goshujin sama now.”
Pale, Yuki stood so fast that her chair fell over. “Lana san. You are… in terrible shape! What did he do to you?”
“Don’t worry,” Lana shook her head. “I just need some water and rest. He needs… another kind of support now, and this… I can’t give him.” Lana gulped down two glasses of ice cold water then grabbed a bottle of whisky on the counter. She poured herself two shots for numbing the pain in her arm.
“But what about you?” Yuki exclaimed, growing agitated. Lana winced when her mistress grabbed her arm, brushing her wound without knowing. “Your health? Your body? You are covered in bruises… and is this blood? He was so… so rude and aggressive tonight! You should have said no! You are no punching bag!”
“I’m fine, Yuki sama,” Lana tried to calm down her companion. “You should see the other guy,” she chuckled to lighten the mood. “Maybe… later, you and me? We could relax a little together? But for now, let’s get him back to normal again, shall we? It was like he was somewhere else, fighting a battle in his head. I could help and deal with the most violent outbursts, but I believe he needs something else, too.” She shook her head. “And it’s not my realm, oku sama, he made it clear.”
Yuki remained silent and hung her head low, face showing her confusion and distress. Lana wondered if this had been the first time something like that had ever happened, if Yuki had any further insight but didn’t want to share. No matter, I’m way too tired for this conversation.
“Let’s get back together,” Lana suggested. They went back to his room and approached his futon. Honda hadn’t stirred. Yuki lay down next to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. Lana needed her own personal space.