by Lila Mina
“Yes, I do, but go— err, Sensei... you are underestimating her. Her strength, her resilience and her own devotion to you. It’s none of my business, but I think your motivation is based on fear. Fear that she will leave you. But she won’t.”
Honda leaned forward, fury lighting up in his eyes. “Careful here!” Anywhere else, just the two of them, he would have been barking, and invading her space.
She gulped but didn’t look away, meeting his anger with her resolve. “Forgive me for being so bold, for overstepping my bounds,” she whispered. “Trust me! Yuki sama will be angry, furious, and she might take a little break for a while, but she won’t leave you.”
“Enough!” he hissed; the chief cook noticed and threw a puzzled glance in their direction.
She rested a careful hand on his knee under the counter. “Please believe me, only sincere care and concern for the two of you motivate me and push me to be so bold. Nothing else.”
Her companion growled but seemed to relent a little. Lana let out a deep breath, surprised her head was still on her shoulders after trespassing into the private relationship of her companions. Her hand left his knee, but iron fingers grabbed it.
“Not so fast,” Honda muttered in his glass of beer, with a slide glance that petrified her on her chair. “As you seem so… keen tonight to talk about inappropriate and risky topics, tell me, what did you and Inoue shihan discuss?”
Lana recoiled but it was impossible to move away. She shot him a furious glare.
“Now?”
“Yes, now. You expected me to let your vague statement pass? You were distraught and struggled to keep yourself in check. Explain yourself.”
Her fingers grasped his in return. “This will upset you a lot. I’ll tell you, but not here. This isn’t the place for—”
“Stop coddling me,” he spat.
Lana clenched her jaw and locked eyes, nails digging in his flesh. “All right. There is no easy way to say it: Inoue shihan knows about everything. He always did. Even when he convinced Nakazawa sama to go ahead with your marriage. He wanted Yuki sama by your side to help you. And he will break my neck if he learns I told you.”
Honda turned as white as a sheet, and the pressure of his fingers grew to nearly unbearable levels. His eyes became blank. Tears sprung in Lana’s, but pain had nothing to do with them. He was a marble statue. His muscles quivered under her hand though. He was going down fast, and there was nothing she could do here and now. Without releasing her grasp, she called the attending staff.
“Excuse me, could we have one glass of water, please?”
“Right away!” The cook replied. “Here you go. Madam… is everything all right? Honda sensei seems unwell?” His worry was plain to see.
Lana forced a thin smile. “Sensei is fine, only… surprised by difficult news. Thank you for your concern. The food is delicious by the way.” She placed a glass of water into Honda’s free hand. “Please, drink this.”
He pushed it away and got up. “Thank you, master, for this excellent meal,” he called behind his shoulder, almost already out of the door.
Lana gaped at his retreating back before scrambling to her feet with her bag. She put cash on the counter, muttered some thanks and bolted out after Honda.
“Goshu—- sensei, please wait!” Red-hot panic surging, Lana darted toward Honda and grasped his arm from behind, hurling herself at him on the deserted walkway. He caught her with a grunt. “Don’t! Don’t go back there!”
“Out of my way!” He freed himself and grabbed her biceps to remove her from his path.
With a groan, she persisted, and pressed herself against his back. “Please, listen to me! You feel betrayed but confronting him now would be a disaster!”
“This is none of your business. I will not discuss it with you. Release me, or I will do it, and it will not be pleasant!”
“Ah, come on! I… I…” A thought pierced through her panic-induced stress. “Wait! I get it! Give me one minute, please! Let me explain!”
“There is nothing for you to explain, woman, except why you did not disclose it right away!” Honda roared, before crouching down and removing her arms from his back, twisting her wrist in passing with a debilitating sankyo.
A muffled scream of indignation and pain escaped her. Cradling her hand, helpless, she watched him resuming his fury walk toward the hombun dojo.
“He knew I would tell you!” Lana shouted at his back. “Sensei, listen to me, he ordered me not to, but he was sure I would do it anyway. He wants you to know but for some reasons, he can’t do it himself!”
Honda whirled on his heels; powerful strides brought him back to her. He looked so much like a tiger ready to pounce that she tumbled backward until she hit a wall in a narrow and dimly lit passageway.
“What makes you say it? Answer me!” His hands flew on each side her head.
Now that she had his attention, her fear vanished, and she pushed herself up until their noses almost touched.
“I should have seen through it from the start. I probed the situation, tried to figure it out. He could have pretended ignorance. Instead, he confirmed my suspicions. Actively. Then he mentioned things… like, not being in charge of the decision, or that we can’t always do what we want. Also, he was clear on the dire consequences of you learning about it.”
She grabbed his collar and for a split second, she was surprised he allowed it. “He told me all of this while reminding me of where my duty and loyalty lie and being perfectly aware of how much I hate secrets,” she whispered. “Don’t you see? He could have kept lying, and I would have dropped it. I think… I think he’s under surveillance. Something makes it impossible for him to tell you. A magic trick? Blackmail? Solemn vows? A curse? But if you confront him now, what will happen? What kind of terrible punishment hovers above his head? I can’t believe you want this. He’s your ally, he cares about you, I swear!”
They remained locked in fuming confrontation in the small and dark back alley, where a couple of curious cats watched them. To her relief, his body tension decreased by a few notches. Still, he didn’t step back, and they stayed in this odd version of an embrace.
“It is an… interesting theory. But only a theory, nevertheless.”
“Maybe, but you know him better than I do. Do you believe he could have faked his concern all those years? Remember when he found out about us? He had the means to bring everything to an end, to forbid you to see me again. He didn’t, because I was here to help you. I wish he had been more open with me and with Yuki sama. But in the end… he did what was best for you.”
Eyes shut, Honda lowered his face and let out a long hiss. With a feather touch, she brushed his temples, jawline and neck. They stayed like this for several minutes, not looking at each other, allowing their raging emotions to cool down.
“Let’s go home, shall we? Let me… help you,” Lana whispered, a need for physical release building in the pit of her stomach.
His fingers caught hers carefully this time and brought them to his lips for a brief instant. “You have already done more than enough tonight. And it was a difficult evening for you, too. With this coming on top of the rest… Do not worry. I am… in control. Upset and frustrated, with many questions swirling around, but in control. I can thank you for this.”
He grazed her neck, and his mouth brushed her forehead so lightly it could have been an accident. A more familiar smirk pulled at his lips.
“Enough with all of this, with them. Let’s address your outrageous behavior tonight and your ill-advised decisions.”
A grin of her own bloomed on her lips at his overture, and a jolt of arousal gave her an energy rebound. In this particular version of their game, it was an unspoken given she occupied the center of the stage. His own pleasure turned much more cerebral, signaling he kept a degree of mastery over his urges.
The perfect picture of regret and bashful innocence, she batted her eyelashes. “Yes, forgive me. I should be disciplined.”
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nbsp; The game was on.
23 The Imprint of His Hand
With a swift move, Honda grabbed her right arm, twisted it and made her face the wall. His other hand went to her butt; his fingers pressed against her skirt and marked her crack. With a sharp intake of breath, she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Yes, you should,” he growled against her neck. “And with Yuki away, it is the perfect night for this. She always complains about it… Not that she is going soft, but she prefers your cheeks smooth and not too sensitive. I suspect it is because it gives her more options for her own little schemes. So, let’s make the drive home… interesting. Will you squirm, or be able to focus?”
A rush of blood to the head made her light-headed, but a thread of reason prevailed. “Ah… let’s not take any risk while on the road...” Her voice was thick with desire.
Honda pressed his full frame against her back; she whimpered and pushed back against him. Anyone passing by the main street at the end of their small alley could see them. Her pussy flushed wet with arousal.
“Of course not. No risk… except for your self-control and ability to handle reasonable amounts of pain. Not a sound now.” Her master pushed up her skirt on her hips, baring her drenched panties to the warm evening air. “Let’s not be too indecent, you can keep those on. For now.”
His warm and large palm collided with her butt, and Lana bit her hand to stifle any noise. Tears wet her face after four slaps, but she welcomed every tingle, every burning feeling, every jolt shooting along her nerves. Quickly, her underwear couldn’t absorb her gushing pleasure anymore; the inside of her thighs turned soaking wet as they began to quiver.
His delicious torture stopped just short of her climax. Humming with satisfaction, Honda caressed her burning flesh branded with his handprint; he collected her overflowing juices before presenting his fingers to her mouth. Throwing him a blistering glare, she sucked each of them clean and dared biting him a little bit.
“When you deny me like this, I end up so frustrated, it’s the worst actually,” Lana confessed in a whisper. There were so many things locked down between them, but full transparency and disclosure were the rules for what pertained to their more extreme games.
Her master cupped her jaw and licked her lips. “I know, and bringing you there, like this, is always one of my biggest satisfactions. But the higher the pleasure, the more frustrating the lack of release. And after all, this is a punishment,” he reminded her with a dark smile. “Ready to go to the car now? Make sure to keep a steady stance. I will be watching.”
Lana nodded, determined to remain steady. The hundred meters to their car was a challenge though. She opened the driver’s door, but his hand on hers stopped her. Face unreadable, something sparkled in his eyes.
“One second. Give me your panties, now. All that lace... No need to add extra friction.”
Eyes widening, she glanced around, frantic; the parking lot was desert and dark. “Here? Out… outside the car?” She blurted before biting her lip. “My apologies,” she whispered. Reaching under her skirt, she wiggled out of her panties as discreetly as possible. But it was impossible to avoid flashing.
With a pointed glare, she handed him the ruined garment. Her panties disappeared in his front pocket.
“Good. Proceed.”
With a smug smile, he walked to his side of the car. Sighing, Lana sat on the driver seat but couldn’t help a grimace.
“Oh, ouch!”
Her forehead on the wheel, she began breathing exercises all the while aware of Honda’s penetrating eyes on her. Her master remained silent, offering neither word of support, nor criticism.
To her annoyance, her hands shook when she turned the engine on. Although the distance was short, it would be a long drive, as acute awareness of his observing her driving skills and control made her self-conscious. With the blistering pain radiating from her buttocks and upper thighs, perspiration broke out and was quick to drench her brow and back. It was a challenge not to fidget and even more to avoid searching for relief.
They took a turn and she stifled a curse. A long line of cars in front of them forced them to come to a halt.
“Road construction ahead and an accident on top of it,” Honda broke the silence and pointed out at signs blinking on the side of the road. “You are doing well, you have made good progress… and I admit you are a smooth driver. This will take longer than expected, though. Let me offer you relief while we are stuck here.”
Before Lana could react, his hand climbed along her leg under her skirt and reached her throbbing pussy.
“Oh! Goshujin sama! Wait! This… no, not here… this is…”
“Hm, what? Your protest is a little weak. I can see, touch, hear and smell your body begging for release.” Two long and agile fingers began to work her, rubbing her clit in small and quick circles. The way she loved.
Face burning with embarrassment and arousal, she darted a glance outside her window, right as her hips thrusted to meet his hand. They were on the left lane, but no car had pulled along her side… yet.
“Do not bother with what is outside… I have my eyes on the road. Focus on my fingers, nothing else.” His voice held a dark, smoldering purr that was both her damnation and salvation.
Oh, blast it, I need this so badly! So, you want a good show? Here you go!
Her head thrown backward, hands clutching the wheel and the door handle, her panting turned into throaty moan. Three fingers slid in, and his palm pressed against her clit. All reservations fled her; she rode his fingers hard, chasing a climax fueled by the pain shooting from her bruised cheeks.
“Such passion and dedication… You will ruin my seat,” her master tutted. “Give me all of you now,” he ordered.
The next second, the overstretching and impossible sensation of his whole hand buried inside her made her wail; a seizure shook her body and she slammed the window.
“Uuhhh, Dio mio! Yes!” Undone, she bucked her hips and cried out as the testimony of her passion gushed out on the leather.
Honda removed his hand and licked his fingers clean then pulled her skirt back with a smack of appreciation.
“The line is moving, get back to it now.”
Panting hard, Lana blinked and wiped out the sweat from her eyes. With trembling hands, body still quivering, she pushed on the gas pedal. Focus, focus, focus… don’t mix things up now...
It took them ten more minutes to get home, once again in complete silence, but it seemed to last an eternity. Finally, to Lana’s extreme relief, she pulled into their alley and brought the car inside the garage. With a heavy sigh, she shut her eyes and leaned against the headrest. Honda’s door opened and closed. Her galloping heartbeat, the pulsating heat and burning pain stemming from her lower body grabbed all her attention.
This… this was something else… my goodness… how can I ever give this up...
Her door opened wide, startling her. Honda’s extended hand appeared in front of her face.
“Come out.”
Lana grabbed his wrist, and he pulled her out easily. She found her back pressed against the hood. After wrapping her legs around his waist, Honda covered her fully.
“Enough teasing. Are you ready for me now?” he growled against her lips.
His hand pushed her skirt up, and his hard shaft pressed against her burning entrance. Whimpering, Lana bucked her hips to encourage him. Her teeth clamped down on his neck to leave her mark, anxious to taste his salty skin. A low chuckle and quick thrust answered her.
She flung her arms around his shoulders and dug in with all her strength to brace for his onslaught. His pounding showed no restraint; her mind turned blank and her body welcomed a punishing rhythm, which hit deliciously deep places. Between the man in iron control and the one overcome by dark and primal urges, who needed pain and blood to find himself again, the line was thin indeed.
As often when he reduced her to such acute helplessness, Lana came with a strangled shout, but it took a while longer fo
r Honda to reach his climax. At last, he shuddered and stifled his roar of release on her nape. Gasping for breath, their drenched and quivering bodies gradually turned motionless as they got back in touch with reality.
“What a beautiful scene to come home to.” Yuki's melodious voice coming from the entrance of the garage jolted the couple. Honda pushed himself up to face his wife but remained between Lana’s legs, making sure to keep her in place. “But may I point out that it’s not yet so late in the night to guarantee that our dear old neighbor Yamada san is fast asleep? You left the gate open and with the lights on, you treated her with an eye-burning show that will either kill her or make her want to buy a pair of goggles.”
Her husband shot her an amused look. “We will find out soon enough. The neighborhood’s community meeting is next week, isn’t it? You can tell us if she bursts into flames when she sees you.”
Arms over her chest, the picture of feigned annoyance, Yuki approached her partners. Her soft and warm hand brushed the soft skin of Lana’s thigh; her fingers collected juices pooling there before bringing them to her lips.
“Right. Because of course she’d believe I’m the one enjoying my husband’s prowess in such an indecent way. So, I have to bear her judgmental attitude without the benefits of your little exhibitionist feat? I don’t think so. This time, please attend the meeting in my stead. I fear I’m coming down with a virus. Touch my forehead… isn’t it already feverish?” she finished with a pout.
Honda’s smirk turned into a voracious smile. Lightning-fast, his fingers cupped his wife’s jaw, and pulled her against his broad frame to give her a full, lascivious kiss that made Lana’s head spin.
“Pouting does not match your personality, wife, although it does make your delicious mouth all too tempting. Let me fix that sudden fever of yours.” He smiled deviously at her, and then frowned. “But aren’t you home much earlier than planned?”
“Ishigawa san had a family emergency, and as you know, Fujioka san can’t hold her liquor. I took her home, semi-comatose and decided to call it a night; it seems like it was for the best. But goshujin sama… poor Lana san and her beautiful, soft cheeks… what did she do this time to deserve this?” she asked, pointing at the angry red handprints on Lana’s ass.