Loving Jiro (9 page)

With trembling hands, and wanting to cry, she removed her clothing. Soon she stood naked in front of him, awaiting his judgment on her body. Too afraid and too angry to look at him, she stared at the floor. His intake of breath didn't reveal whether he was shocked at how much he desired her or appalled at her ugliness.

For a long while he said nothing, just stood there staring. She clamped her lips together and balled her fists at her sides. “Just say it!” she snapped.

"Say what?"

She grunted. “Say that you find me too skinny, and that my breasts are so small, they're almost nonexistent. Say my curves are too slight, and legs are too thin."

"Hmm.” He muttered words in Japanese. She thought if she lasted here, even if it was as a servant or something, she would learn his language. He strolled around her body, paused at her backside, and then came around to face her. “Your skin alone intrigues me. The dark chocolate areola around your nipples, the creamy brown of the skin over your flat belly, even the black curls at your mound set off your extraordinary color."

He flicked a thumb across her nipple and pinched the rigid peak until she moaned. She would have moved into his arms, but he held up a hand to make her stay. Resentment hit her, but she said nothing.

"Perhaps,” he said before leaning in to taste one of her nipples and then the other, “you have missed the fact that Asians are normally small. Hmm? Our women are even shorter than you are, smaller bones sometimes. I have had many women, and all have matched your size as you are now."

"Before I gained some weight."

He nodded. “Yes."

"What if I..."

"You won't. As I have tried to make clear to you, Kiara, I will take care of you.” He cupped her cheek and stepped close so that her nipples brushed his shirt front. She trembled. “I will be sure that you are well-fed, and that you are never so unhappy that you become an unhealthy weight again. Do you trust me?"

She stuttered over an answer. Did she trust him? In the last few years, she hadn't trusted anyone not to hurt her. As much as she was able, she depended on herself, providing whatever resources she needed, even if her abilities were limited. “You've made clear to me that I belong to you, that I'm little more than property, just because I agreed to be your mistress. I had no idea that in your eyes this wasn't just two people deciding to enjoy each other. I didn't say I was selling you my body in exchange for you owning me and taking care of me. I can get a job."

He stepped back and tucked his hands behind his back again. The man had excessive amounts of self-control. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable with him standing there still fully dressed. He wanted her to see who had all the power. Her resentment increased.

"Do you change your mind?” he asked.

She crossed her arms over her breasts and squeezed her legs together. The move didn't help one bit. “I want you to see me as your equal. I want this to be about two people who decided to become lovers to please each other."

"And if I refuse?"

She gaped at him. “I..."

The same gentle kindness was present in his eyes. He smiled encouragingly, making her doubt. But he was a killer. She had to remember that. This serene gentleman before her was what? An illusion? Or also a part of him?

"You have to know how important it is to me to be sure. That I'm not going to break one of your unspoken rules some time in the future and suffer the consequences of it."

"What consequences do you think I would use?"

She looked away. “I don't know."

He lifted her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. “Tell me."

"You might beat me ... or ... you might make me leave. That second part is possible anyway. Ayumi says—” She covered her mouth.

"What does she say?” He tapped her lips. “Tell me, please."

"She said at family functions, the women flock around you. You nod to one and she comes to your room. The next time, it will be a different one. She said you don't have
girlfriends
long. Don't tell her I told you what she said. I didn't mean to say anything."

He stepped up close and kissed her lips. Kiara tilted her head farther back and nuzzled into him. She couldn't help how much she desired him. For a few moments, he seemed to have forgotten the conversation as he explored her body with his mouth, nipping at her shoulder, kissing the valley between her breasts.

One hand braced her against his body while the over slid over her butt. He eased a finger between her cheeks to massage her rear opening. Kiara gasped at the erotic sensation. He placed pressure there, and she found herself nearing an orgasm. She lost the strength to hold up her head. It fell back, and her groans of pleasure filled the room.

Finally, he stopped raining hungry kisses along her throat to look down into her eyes. “Do you like what I'm doing, Kiara?"

She shuddered. “Yes."

"Good. That would be the most I would do to ‘punish’ you for breaking a rule. I will not beat you—ever. You are too sweet, too beautiful for that. At any time, you are free to leave me, although I hope you won't. We can be very good together. And true, I cannot predict the future, whether either of our desires for the other will last. We can only enjoy now."

"But?"

"But I am who I am. You can accept that, or not. It is up to you.” He waited patiently for her to comment while his gaze swept her body. She wondered if she could ever seduce him into doing something he didn't want to do. Probably not likely.

"I will stay."

He stepped back and extended a hand. She placed hers in his and together they walked to the bed. He lay her down and quickly began to undress himself. When the bed creaked under his weight, she shivered in anticipation.

She thought he might kiss her, but he bent to her navel and stuck his tongue in. He slid a hand beneath her to lift her to his mouth. Nipping gently, he worked his way down to her apex. A groan escaped her when he didn't pause, but kept going. He spread her legs to tease and suck her swollen bud.

"Mmm,” he muttered. He latched on to suck harder. Kiara's hips rose off the bed. She whimpered and squirmed under the amazing assault on her body. To think she had almost walked away from this.

She was so wet, he easily stuck two fingers inside her to work them in and out. She gyrated her hips to his rhythm, wanting to beg him to do it faster and harder, but not able to utter a word beyond moans.

He released her nubbin to lean back and watch her. His thumb replaced his mouth, and he worked it firmly, rubbing and teasing. A climax rose inside, the heat and pressure too much to stand. She was going to come.

"Jiro!"

"Come now,” he demanded, as if she did or didn't will it. He worked his fingers faster, shoving deeper. The muscles inside her moist tunnel contracted and pushed against his fingers. She caught hold of his wrist to shove him deeper, up to his knuckles. The repeated bump against her button took her higher.

Then from nowhere, waves of passion rolled over her body. The pleasure exploded. Her juices flowed down around his hand as she rode him crying out uncontrollably. “Yes! Don't ever let it stop!"

As if it never did intend to stop, her orgasm took over her body, making her shudder with aftershocks again and again. She went limp, just letting it take her while Jiro continued to pump. Finally, when she was calmer, he pulled out and began to lick his hand. After he had lapped up every drop, he buried his head between her legs to eat there.

She spread wider to give him better access and held the back of his head. “What are you doing to me, Jiro?” she murmured.

"Enjoying what's mine,” he told her with glittering eyes. Finished, he flipped her over and stroked her rear, kissing it between pats. “Has a man ever entered you back here, Kiara?"

"Once or t-twice.” She bit her lip. Not once had she enjoyed it, although the thought that it could be good never left her. She longed for it to fulfill her fantasies.

Jiro kissed her cheeks and pressed a moistened thumb between them. He rolled it over her hole. She gasped, pushed back toward him. Slowly—wonderfully—he penetrated her opening.

"Oh.” She clutched the sheets, her climax building. He pulled out. “No, please, Jiro."

"Not yet. Come here.” He didn't give her the chance to move. He lifted her bodily from the bed and guided her to a bare part of the wall. “Put your hands up against it."

She did and felt his stiff shaft against her back. Using his fingers, he worked her hole. She poked out her butt, taking him deeper. When he felt her muscles were relaxed enough, he bent his knees and replaced his hand with his tool. Kiara cried out.

"Jiro!"

"It's okay. Take it slowly. Relax.” He worked his way in with an arm across her chest to hold her still. Kiara's hands shook on the wall, it hurt so good. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, willing her body to take him, take all of him.

He was thick and long. She thought she might faint as he eased a long ways in and a long ways out. She couldn't help but rise up to her tiptoes to accommodate him. Feeling his gaze on her face, she looked up at him and found his eyes so intense, so dark. His lips were parted slightly and his breathing was shallow.

"D-Do you like it?” she rasped.

He kissed her. “I can't begin to say how much.” He moved his mouth to her ear, warming her skin. “You're so tight, I'm ready to explode inside you. Mmm, Kiara,” he moaned.

He plucked at her nipple, capturing it between his fingers, and he kissed her shoulder while their bodies moved in unison. His mouth moving to her throat, he lowered his hands to her hips.

"Hold on,” he demanded.

She braced herself, and he plunged hard into her, gripping her hips as he pounded. She screamed. Her legs gave out but he held her up. In and out his rod plunged. Her orgasm threatened. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Juices from her vagina flowed at the stimulation.

Jiro wrapped one arm around her and slammed a hand against the wall. He roared almost like an animal, and she felt the warm gush inside her rear. Seconds later, she came too moaning and sagging in his strong hold.

By the time the waves of passion eased, Kiara was spent. Jiro pulled out of her and lifted her in his arms. He carried her to the bathroom, and together they washed their bodies in the shower. Soon after he had tucked her into her bed, kissed her forehead and dressed while watching her blink against sleep.

"You're leaving?” she asked.

"I could come back later if you feel you want more.” He smiled. “I thought you were worn out."

She was, but she had hopped for cuddling until they slept. She was afraid to ask for him. “Yes, I am."

He smiled. “Fine, then I will see you in the morning.” And he was gone.

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"Ms. Kiara!” Ayumi boomed. The young girl threw herself into Kiara's arms. “I've missed you. Did you miss me? Is that why you came back?"

Kiara laughed. “Of course. I missed you very much."

Ayumi winked to the annoyance of the man who had been walking alongside her in the hall. “And you missed my brother, right?"

Kiara held up a hand, forefinger and thumb together to measure a half inch of space between them. “A teensy bit."

"Good.” Ayumi linked arms with her. “Come on, I'll show you where you can get breakfast. I've already eaten since it's after ten.” Kiara didn't miss the reproving look for her sleeping in. She couldn't help it. Her body had been so sore that morning, she didn't want to move.

"Sorry, late night. I didn't realize you knew I was coming."

Ayumi nodded. “Yes, I was awake when my brother got the call to come get you.” She lowered her voice. “But don't tell him I was listening outside of his office. He would be so mad at me."

Kiara glanced back over her shoulder at the man following them. If his dislike were anymore apparent, she thought he might stick his tongue out at her. “Who's that?” she whispered to Ayumi.

The girl rolled her eyes. “My instructor. I've gotten nothing done today because I was too busy wondering when you would wake up. Can we do art lessons again? I've been practicing. I know I have improved since the last time you saw my work."

"Didn't Jiro get you a new teacher?"

Ayumi grinned. “No, we both knew you would come back to us. We were willing to wait."

Kiara didn't know how to take that. Were they so used to getting what they wanted, it never occurred to them that she might have simply moved on forever? She hadn't forgotten that Jiro had stationed a man to watch over her. He had known all along where she was. For a moment, she wondered if Jiro had told Odell where to find her in order to push her toward himself, but then she didn't think that was his style. He would know Odell would hurt her. She reminded herself to ask what his men had done with Junior and if he let Odell go.

A servant opened the dining room door as they approached. Kiara expected to find tables of food just waiting for her, but there was nothing there except a place setting and a pot she figured was full of coffee or tea.

"I think I'm too late.” She frowned, her stomach growling. She wondered where the kitchen was and if it was okay to go in and make herself some butter and toast, anything to tide her over until lunch time.

Ayumi giggled. She turned to the man who had opened the door for them and spoke to him in Japanese. He bowed his head and said something back. “Ms. Kiara, just tell Goro what you want. I told him as soon as possible, he needs to get someone working in here who speaks English, so they can serve you better."

Kiara smiled and sat down. “Thanks, sweetie. I'm glad, because I'm starving.” Ayumi threw her arms around Kiara's neck and squeezed.

Someone cleared their throat. Kiara and Ayumi looked up to see an old man standing in the doorway. The look in his eyes wasn't hatred. It was indifference. In an instant, Kiara was reduced to nothing. His gaze, which had been passing over her rather than examining her, moved to Ayumi. He said something clipped, and she stood almost at attention, bowing her head slightly.

"
Hai, ojiisan
,” she mumbled. “Grandfather, this is Kiara—"