Carli
It’s been three weeks. Three long fucking weeks. The remnants of our time together still keep Jai on the charger. It’s not as often as I’d like, but there are reasons why.
Duty.
Honor.
Puke!
Family obligations and tradition. Tradition always comes first.
My father’s funeral was full of pomp, tradition, and potbellied old men sizing me up. They look at me, taking in whether I can do the job I’m destined for and wonder if I’m right for their balding, still at home mama’s boys. They inspect me like an insect under a microscope, deciding if my pedigree is sufficient enough for their simpleton sons. Let me tell ya, boys, I’m not. I have a brain. I have quick wit that floats over the heads of most, and I speak up for myself. I’m not a doll on the shelf to be inspected or fought over.
The one thing since returning that I’ve been happy about is seeing my sisters. Miori and Kano have grown so big. The last time I saw them, Kano was wearing frumpy dresses, and Miori was interested in dolls. I’ll give them a bit of credit, they were thirteen. And yes, I missed them, but at that time, they were too entrenched in their lives to see my pain. I was constrained by duty, honor, and family obligations that were crushing me. I had to escape.
A family friend helped me run when I turned sixteen, and I never looked back. I looked over my shoulder, but never back. The UK first, then the US. Overall, I’ve become a stronger person for it.
“I get it, okay? You need me to desecrate a new building.” Waving off Kato, I stomp into my office. It’s on the top floor of one of—what I’m told—is the most secure places in Osaka. “I’ll go. Jeeze, get off my back.”
“Not desecrate, consecrate. Kaori, it’s been weeks. You need to obey customs. You can’t do this as you wish. This is—”
Flailing my hands in the air, I interrupt Kato. “Tradition. Yeah, I get it, Jiji.”
Slamming the door would be expected, but with a silent shove, Kato speaks volumes about his frustration. “Kaori, you are Oyabun. There’s no avoiding this. You have expectations to live up to.”
I flop down on the white leather couch in my suite. “Right now, the only thing I have is an expectation of beer and a nap. And I highly doubt you’ll let me do that. Am I correct?”
“That’s correct, Kaori.”
Ugh, the injustice of this all! I thought I was the Oyabun. “I thought I had to take this job to save my sisters from awful marriages, but so far, what have I done? Kissed men with bad breath on the cheeks, and stood in ugly shoes.” I raise a foot to showcase said hideousness. “And I’ve listened to banter that means nothing. Nothing! No one accomplishes anything because you’re all worried about hurting the honor of the other clans. This is bullshit, Kato.”
Sitting in the chair, he faces me. “It will get better. I promise.”
“You’ve said that a few times. I’m getting tired of promises that don’t mean anything.”
“Kaori, we have two more meetings this afternoon. Is there anything I can get you?” I quirk my brow at him, but he looks the same as always—annoyed. “No beer and no nap. But is there anything else, Oyabun?”
“Lunch would be good. How about you ask that secretary of mine to run out and grab it.”
“Your jiei is not a secretary. Kenta is not supposed to leave your side, Kaori. He’s your bodyguard, and he’s here to protect you.” He shakes his head, clearly frustrated with me. Yes! I’m finally getting to him. My evil plan is working.
“Fine. Kenta isn’t a secretary, but he knows where to get the best noodles in this part of town. Ask him to get it on your way out.” Kato knows I’ve just dismissed him.
“As you wish, Kaori. No napping, though.”
“Fine, I promise, no napping. Now boogie out to Kenta and get my noodles, Jiji.”
He hates that I call him old man, but I love how it irks him. I’ll do it until he breaks, dammit!
The door closes, leaving me alone. Blowing out a pent-up breath, I sink into the couch. This has been hard. Not the taking orders or giving them, but the restraint as I silence my tongue. Tradition and honor. Outside of this bubble, no one at home would understand how life is for me now. Man, I miss my old life. It’s only been three weeks, but...Argh!
My sex life is nonexistent with another person, mainly because of the reminders of Jamieson and his abilities, but more so because of the haggard bunch I’ve met can’t hold a candle to Crown. Not only that, but every waking moment has been taken up with something truly exasperating.
Working for Chris, I had it all figured out. I could get him out of the worst situations. I was good at getting him into them, too. I’d pushed him into the hands of at least a few men that could entertain his cock for a few hours because I understood him. I was good at my job. Making myself look as good? Nope, not so good. I can’t seem to suck up my pride and bite my tongue. It’s made these weeks awful. All of it has soaked up time that I’d rather enjoy with my memories of that day in Jamieson’s hotel room.
Have I used his cock and tongue abilities as a template? Hell yes! Every moment I’m sure there are no cameras, I yank out Jai.
Kind of like now.
Jumping up off the couch, I lock the door, turn the blinds and gather up my fully charged vibrator as I squeal with delight. “Time to work, Jai.” Flicking off my hideous non-designer heels, I unzip my linen pants. My pink toy ready to roll. Moaning at the instant it fills my wanton core, I hit the button. “Yes…” This is what I needed to get over the pompous arseholes today.
His dark chocolate eyes, his strong jaw. His even stronger tongue, with the rough beard that scrapes the sides of my lips as he works my clit like a starved man.
I flick the raised bud. “Jesus, this is just what I needed,” I say to myself.
Standing is harder to do, but the memory of him on my body as I wrapped my legs around his shoulders is more vivid this way. Resting a hand on the high back chair, I raise the speed on Jai. I melt.
“More! More!” I moan, and in a way, I don’t care if anyone hears me. I was dragged back to Japan after finally having an experience that rivalled my pocket cock, so these old guys will just have to get used to me. Pinching the swollen nub, pumping my toy in and out, I increase the power to my favorite setting. It sends me to the heavens in seconds.
“Oh my gosh!” I scream out. Maybe it’s a bit loud, but I don’t care. All I see is Jamieson holding me on that glass and caressing my greedy pussy.
As I’m rocking back and forth, rushing toward the finish line, I hear a heavy bang on my door. The door that I thought was soundproof. With loud screams from the other side, further banging, and panicked male voices, the door splits open as I let out a joyous peal of happiness while my orgasm crests.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I yell. With my bare ass on display, a hot pink vibrator hidden within me, and a smile of ecstasy, I look over my shoulder. Standing in the doorway with not only shocked faces, but my noodles, are Kato and Kenta.
Seeing more of their boss than they thought they’d ever get, I grab a napkin. Pulling my vibrator free on a groan, I lay it down and give them my attention.
“Oh. You brought noodles.”