THREE

Akchiro

I watched Flower leave. Feeling helpless to do anything other than watch her because that was exactly what I'd done all night. Watch her. I don't like that shit one bit. It was as if she'd cast a spell on me. She captivated me from the moment I saw her body moving and her hair swaying as she danced alongside her taller friends. Watching her flit around them like a beautiful butterfly. In none of my thirty years had I ever been so fascinated by a woman. Her presence had me only paying mild attention to my brothers and our business associates. Which had brought subtle glances from the two men who know me best and knew that like a shark, very few things catch my attention when prey was in sight and that was what business was for me—prey.

Until I'd seen a far more delectable sight. I knew then I had to have her. Nothing would get in my way. I assumed wrongly that she would be impressed by me covering their tab and even my car. Where other Westerners had often fallen over themselves to get to me the moment they saw how wealthy I was, Flower remained unaffected to the end. Either she did not care, or she was attempting to play for higher stakes. Which she would be disappointed. I want her without fail, but once she called, and I know she will, I can deal with whatever this was between us and leave it behind. I like being in control, and she threatened that with her wit and willfulness, so I'd done what I always do when presented with anything that challenges me—seek to conquer it. After meeting her, touching her, almost making love to her in my car, I not so sure who the victor is.

Resting my head on the headrest, allowing myself to think back to her petite form and lush curves, her full, plump breasts and the heat of her pussy radiating on my dick. I will revel in her. Take my time to taste every inch of her body. I'll wrap all that long hair in my fist when I fuck her and maybe even let her touch mine. That I'd allow that and even craved it shock me a little. It would be no small torture awaiting her call. When I finally have her, I'll reward myself well by availing myself of her to my heart's content. A dark part of me nearly roared with pride over the fact I nearly brought her to orgasm. That part of me long ago silenced in my drive to succeed wanted to please her, was warmed when she'd smiled at me even when she was saying no. That part wants more. Wanted to know her. Make her laugh. Hear her cry out my name as I drive inside her over and over again. Hold her in my arms again and watch the sun rise in the Tokyo sky.

Watching those lights as the Rolls sped past the Tokyo night, I know I need to call on all of my hard-learned discipline and Samurai heritage for the wait to come. Takedas are many things and being patient was just as key to our success as our ruthlessness. Whether or not Flower was aware, she was mine.