EIGHTEEN

ALL NIGHT

Flower

I don't know what I expect when I'm led in the lounge of the formal dining room. This is the place where cocktails are normally served when we have guests on the yacht. We've not used this room the entire time we've been sailing. The teak floor gleams like bright honey. The three-sixty view of the world beyond is breathtaking. I can even see the stars twinkling in the night sky. The room is a deep contrast the cold severity of the man who summoned me.

He reclines back on the sleek chair in the sitting area watching the way the black gown hugs every curve of my body. It's snug. Just short discomfort. It's made so that fabric pulls me in and lifts me up just where I need it. The lace web design strategically gathers in places in such a way that my nipples and pussy are covered, the lace across my ass hides nothing. I doubt they could find a swatch with that much webbed lace.

Akchiro seems so at ease and pleased with himself. My breath catches. This motherfucker is gorgeous in all black. Every muscle is accentuated in the crisp black linen pulled taunted across his broad shoulders, he has on linen-silk trousers and a dinner jack with a silk lapel. His collar is left open in what can only denote the casual debauchery coming tonight.

"Hana," his deep baritone has my gaze rising to meet his as much as I long to keep my eyes on the masterpiece that is his body. "Come."

His voice is firm. I can detect no malice, nor is there is room for me to disobey him.

Concentrating on putting one foot in front of me I force myself to move until I reach him.

"Kneel." The instruction is soft and hard all at once. The tightness of the dress making it so awkward to do as her demands. My knees bend and I feel the material stretching across my body confining and supporting like a glove. His hand shoots out, his firm grasp helping me to assume the position he requires.

"This is the base position for a submissive. However, tonight I will require more from you. Because of your actions you must make atonement. I will know this first — are you are still seeking my forgiveness?"

"Yes, Takeda-sensei." I keep my eyes lowered. Swallowing, not really understanding what more he can want from me. He wants —no is demanding my face. Publicly. Because to him, what I did was public though no one knows but our families. Enough for him to demand I make my atonement to those who are most important to him.

"I will have your eyes when you tell me this, Flower." Hard words from an equally hard visage. He looks so fucking mean. For some reason that makes heat rise low in my belly.

"Yes." I stop when his thumb curls under my chin making me look him squarely in his eyes. He gives me no quarter.

"Yes, Takeda-sensei."

He swoops in taking my lips. His mouth ravages mine. "I will give you this final chance to earn it, Hana. I will ask many things of you tonight. You will allow me these things."

"Yes, Takeda-sensei." How the fuck did I get so desperate for his fucking approval that I'd be willing to allow him to do this to me? Even as I ask the question, I know regardless of the answer I'm too far gone to care. I'm his willing submissive. To do whatever he wants.

"Lie down at my feet with your head facing me with your hands cupping your elbows." He instructs, his voice seductive wrapping around me with sensuous talons melting all resistance away. I nod lying at his feet.

Lying at his feet in a couture gown he paid thousands for seems egregious, but he has more to prove tonight than just to me.

The cold teak floor presses against me, making my already hard nipples ache. My breath comes in fast, little bursts. I can feel myself starting to panic. Squeezing my eyes shut I remind myself. He loves you. He's fighting it but you know he does. You saw it in his eyes. He's still angry. You knew it was going to be bad. He's never hurt you —at least not physically.

Once I am settled just at his feet I bring my breathing under control. He spreads his legs farther apart. "Come closer."

I scoot until I'm underneath him. No sooner than I do, I feel the cold hard press of his foot on my neck. I can see the onyx shine of the pristine leather in the periphery of my glaze.

"This is the lowest position for a submissive who has displeased her master. This is where I should have placed you in from day one, not allowing you to proceed until you earned your place. I failed sleeping the night with you, listening to your wishes and your pleas. I allowed you to ensnare and entrance me. It wasn't until I learned while away of your plans to disappear forever. New Zealand, was it?" His words are a whiplash of enraged Japanese. Each word almost guttural with rage.

"Yes, sensei. I'm so sorry." Slow, steady pressure increases on my throat quieting me.

"Again, we shall see, Flower Takeda, just how sorry you are for the dishonor you have dealt me." Soft awful words so full of promise. He reclines back with a nonchalant grace.

He doesn't release the pressure on my neck. It remains strong and steady— almost a comfort, a reprieve. Minutes tick by until I hear the soft tread of multiple people coming in the room.

Hot mortification burns every inch of my body as the thought Takashi and Ryu seeing me like this. They saw the way I left their brother. They probably think this is just if not more than I deserve for not only the way I sought his face but nearly killing him in the process.

"Brother." Both men say with the added reverence for his age and position as head of the family.

"My friend." A voice completely devoid of emotion sends shivers through me. Akchiro presses lightly almost in reassurance.

"You honor me greatly, not only by your gift but by the invitation."

I don't hear any words, but my husband obviously made a gesture that the other man found pleasing.

"How are you enjoying your pets?" Akchiro asks after the men are served drinks, I can only assume from one of the pets I have just realized they have brought with them. The yacht's staff would have been told to the retire for the evening save for the loyal retainers who have served the Takedas for generations.

"A challenge. As you can see, she still requires taming." The man says musingly.

Hearing a muffled word, a snatch, followed by what can only be bruising smacks. It must some kind of Pavlov effect because the sound of those smacks sounding harder and harder by the moment causes my body to react in the most arousing way. My nipples, already hard pressing against the teak flooring, seem to bud harder, my pussy is getting wetter by the moment.

"It seems your pet is bothered, Takashi," Ryu murmurs, his voice a seductive purr I've never heard from him before.

"As is yours." His brother replies in an unsurprised tone.

In seconds, the sounds of the pets being serviced by the brothers and the unknown guest fills the room.

"You will be still." Akchiro grates when I start to squirm. I still, not realizing I was moving at all so caught up in the sounds of men giving the women pleasure.

"Ohmygoodness."

"Takashi."

Hearing my best friends, Bridget and Evangelina screaming at the same time stops my breathing.

Several things click into place all at once. My husband has captured and meted out punishment to my friends thinking they helped me escape him. Which can only mean on thing — his New Zealand comment — Prosperity. Prosper, who helps women the world over escape death and abuse is one of the pets too. How else would he know where I was going?

My friends have been caught and made the property of my husband's ruthless brothers and the unknown guest.

Hot shame infuses my face. My entire body pulls taunt. Him telling me he required much of me tonight takes on new meaning. My best friends for life, the people who are more important to me than everyone save him our child and my family are being tormented for helping me and being brought here to see my total submission, no, humiliating debasement by my husband because he thinks they helped me to escape.

Sensing the change in me. He says in a cold voice, "See to your pets' needs and meet us in the dining room, please.

Feeling his foot lift from my neck, I don't breathe out in relief. No, I don't even want to get up if it means facing my innocent friends and Prosper, who risked everything for me.

"Flower." A hard, clipped tone says my name commanding me in a way signifying the repercussions if I don't heed the warning in his words. Your friends will suffer. Is left unsaid. I just wonder how much they have been suffering already. I don't let the heady scent of sex permeating the room or them finding pleasure with these men fool me into thinking they aren't miserable in every other way.

I know too well the difference in finding pleasure in Akchiro's arms only to fall into despair by how he treats me at other times.

When I stand, I turn to face my friends. All of them are beautifully attired in dresses similar to mine. The body hugging couture creations leave nothing to the imagination. I see why Prosper's words were muffled. She has a mouth muzzle on.

Bridgit is all but swallowed up by Takashi. He seems the most protective of the three. Ryu the more fun loving of the Takeda brother's eyes flick over me. None of the tender kindness he held for me before is there. He is as angry with me for what I did to Akchiro as my husband is.

Pulling my gaze from his, I look to the other man who is equally as tall as my husband and maybe an inch or two taller. His hard chiseled features hold no softness, only a brutal, cruel beauty and dead eyes. Akchiro may be a sadist, but this man is more than that, deadlier, colder. Where my husband softens for our son and used to for me, I doubt this man softens for anyone. He assesses me as if I am nothing more than what I'm now — a submissive. A plaything for my husband's pleasure.

Beside him Prosper eyes are wide with anger, maybe terror and unshed tears. That's my girl. She's always been the strongest. I hate everything about what is happening to her. Prosperity Shipmoore is not the chick to bend, and something tells me that this guy will not stop until she breaks.

Just as Akchiro cups me by the elbow to lead me in the dining room, I do a double take realizing who the man is — Tsuyoshi Tatsumoto, called the yakuza prince and Mei's brother — Kiyoshi's fiancé until she ran off with her secret love and assistant when they came to visit.

"Why the fuck are you looking at him?" Akchiro grounds out in my ear, snatching me into his body all but dragging me into the dining room.

Saying nothing I try to swallow back the fear ratcheting up my spine until we are alone in the quiet dining room.

"Why did you give Prosper to him?" I don't look at him as I whisper the words noticing the room is scaled down from the normal seating. There are only four places set. We will be serving the men in an intimate atmosphere then I can only assume be expected to kneel.

Akchiro takes his position as host before responding. "Retribution."

Instead of taking the hostess seat I move to kneel beside him. "Ie, you will sit in my lap."

He eases back spreading his hard thighs. I sit. My heart trips over itself. This is where he will test me. This is where I will be made to atone.

My breathing speeds up again as I realize that little show with his foot on my neck wasn't shit.

"You will calm yourself." He growls close to my ear.

Turning inward seeking comfort from him for reasons I cannot even fathom I look up into his inscrutable eyes.

"Hai." I whisper, biting my lip to keep it from trembling. He tracks me like a dragon would its prey.

"Hai." He affirms tugging my lip from between my teeth with firm pressure on my chin with his thumb.

He kisses me briefly and oh so gently.

The low hum of voices makes him pull away as his brothers and Tsuyoshi enter with their pets — my best friends.

All the men take their seat siting with the women just as Akchiro and I except Prosper and Tsuyoshi. He makes her kneel beside him.

Her eyes rain fire upon the rest the men, sparing none of them her look of disdain.

Silent staff bring out the first course of food. We serve the men. Prosper is made to stand and serve before kneeling again.

"Hana." Dragging my eyes from my friend, I look at Akchiro to see he's offering me some of the soup I served him. Opening my mouth, I savor the deliciousness that tastes like a burst of spring on my tongue.

My eyes widen as I watch the cruel yakuza unzip the muzzle and feed my friend until she finally shakes her head no more.

He leans toward her whispering something I can't hear. She nods and he moves back in his chair making room for her to sit in his lap.

The dinner progresses with the men talking about and toasting their recent alliance, forged from the failure of Kiyoshi's marriage to the Tsuyoshi's sister which allowed him to step in and wrest control of his yakuza faction from his father. His taking Prosper was an act of good faith to solidify the alliance of the two powerful families.

"You have done me a great service my friend. I have not been this entertained in years." Tsuyoshi holds up his saki to toast Akchiro, who returns his praise with a slight bow of his head.

He offers me some from his own cup. I sip the liquid allowing the wine to infuse my already over stimulated body.

Several more toasts are made as each of the men also share their wine with us. More food is served until I have to decline because I'm well sated. I've lost count of the courses and the various dishes. By the time dessert is served I'm snuggling into Akchiro, lost in the scent of him.

He smells like everything I want to eat. If desire had an aroma, it would be him. It would waft into the air on notes of temptation slowly dragging me into his web. I'm helpless to do anything other than behave like a needy little concubine. The combination of the raw masculinity and sexual desire being heightened by them making us eat from their hands as they freely caress us between bites has every woman acting out of her character.

It's not that I intentionally try to keep brushing my breasts against his chest it's just that I like the rasp and sting his shirt makes against my aroused nipples.

I don't mean to keep wiggling and curling up against him, but his thigh is so hard against my bottom. And he dresses left so the long ridge of his dick is pressed tight against my pussy.

He squeezes my waist making me whimper. I look up into the dark as hell onyx of his gaze. They smolder, his desire barely banked and tempered only by the cool calculation in his gaze.

"You've ruined my pants," he murmurs for my ears only. "I took care of you earlier. Yet here you are begging me with whimpers and little moans to use you now."

My pussy weeps and spasms at his taunting words. That is exactly what I want but to have sex in front of my friends? I could never. I lower my eyes. "Ie. I'm sorry Takeda-sensei." No. You don't do want to do something like that. I tell myself.

"Are you adding more lies to the list of your sins, Hana?" His words are so fucking cruel. I bite my bottom lip to calm my reaction.

A hard hand snaps onto the hair at my nape twining my ponytails into a tight knot tilting my head back until it arches to meet his ferocious gaze.

His face is hard, his jaw might as well be carved from marble. Diamond hard eyes hold inquisition and doubt magnified by the high imperial arch of a perfect brow.

Everything about my husband breathes perfection. And like a dummy, I crave him more than air. His intoxicates me.

His eyes track to my lips when I wet them nervously. He won't tolerate lies. He wants my face.

"I do. B-But not here, please."

"Your face, Hana." Then. "You will show me how needy your tight little pussy is for me. Perhaps if she's not weeping for me, I will give you a reprieve but we both know she never lies to me. Show me."

I'm already doing what he demands in that hypnotic cadence he only uses when he wants my complete submission. It's not soothing or kind. No, the complete opposite. It is nothing but command and expectation, promising punishment, or pleasure. Either are possible it's the promise kept every time he takes me— punishment and pleasure guaranteed. How can I be anything other than his willing submissive when his dominance is the reward?

Pulling the webbed lace up to the juncture of my thighs I show him my pussy, completely saturated with want for him.

"Hana," he chides. Reaching between my legs to run his fingers over my mound.

"Ah," I can't hide or muffle my reaction.

"Such a greedy, greedy girl." With a slow thrust he pushes two long fingers inside of me.

"Eyes on me," he growls. My eyes pop open in time to see the snarling visage of my husband's face as he slowly finger fucks me at the table with my closest friends and family.

Heat flushes my skin. My face holds no secrets. He misses nothing. His mouth quirks in a vicious smirk.

"Yes, they can all see, Hana. The way you're gripping my lapel. The way your open yourself for me. They can see you take my hand. They can hear your whimpers, the moan you can't hide. They see you loving it. Loving me. Loving me though I had my foot on your neck. Loving me as much as my sub as you did as my exalted wife— perhaps more. They see how you love your new place. Show them how beautifully you come for me." His fingers pick up speed curving so the hit my spot while he uses his thumb to swirl around my hard clit making me detonate coming on his hand.

He takes his fingers out of me holding my gaze licking them clean. "Best thing I've tasted tonight."

Abruptly he pushes his chair back making me straddle him. I understand the assignment. I don't wait for him to tell me. I unzip him and take him inside me in one hard slide.

"Fuck," he grounds out as I take his dick like a champ.

"Take that motherfucker. You better not fucking stop till you bottom out." He instructs doing nothing but holding my waist to help me stay steady.

He's massive but I breathe through it until it feels like he's in my chest. Then I look up into eyes that have given way with a little pride.

Leaning in I take his lips, biting on the release making his lips curl in a vicious smile. I drape my arms around his neck lifting myself until I'm on my tiptoes because he's so tall and the tip of his dick is the only thing in me before gliding back down.

Thankful I'm so wet from his earlier treatment, I repeat my movements until he's filled me up again and again. Once I find a good rhythm I add a little swerve. Finding that feels delicious, I swerve down and reverse up riding his dick like he loves. I don't need to see his feet to know his fucking toes are curling. He can fuck me as mean as he likes but I will always command this dick because he's mine as much as I am his. It's perfect in a messed-up way and I can't say I want it any other way because it's real.

"Yes," he praises. "Pop that hot, little pussy on me. Yes, fuck me." He grips my hips fucking up into my pussy like he's mad. My nails curl into his collar so hard he hisses. The muscles strain, I didn't mean to scratch him, but he likes that shit. Impossibly his dick gets harder. Like a Katana forged by the blaze of our desire that motherfucker beats into me like it's in battle, pulverizing my pussy in the best way.

"Ohhhmyyyygoooodnessss," I scream as he shatters with me with a shout in Japanese that would have a grown man blush. His come is hot as it rushes inside of me.

I collapse on top of him like a rag doll. He hugs me close letting me come down from our bliss.

"Clean me." The hot demand resounds in my ear.

I don't reach to get a napkin. Dropping to my knees I suck our juices off his dick before tucking him back inside his pants.

He cups my chin just as I began to rise. "You are amazing." His expression tells me nothing. His hand slips to my throat. I swallow. His eyes smolder. Hand tightening, he makes me rise and comes to his feet beside me.

After a moment of quietly contemplating our guests he bows saying, "We wish you all good evening." Stunned I follow his bow.

Acknowledging me for the first time, with me beside him denotes his forgiveness in a very public way. Taking in the widened eyes of the men present, I feel Akchiro big hand covering mine tugging me into him as he leads us out of the room.