Stay there

The train ride was long and dark, but the shinkansen felt like being on a plane, flying fast and smooth over the cross-country rails. After a long day, the white noise put me to sleep for most of it. In a new city as beautiful and old-worldly as Kyoto, it had been difficult to walk straight to the hotel without exploring. But I had, because the man in the hotel behind that gate had me in a chokehold.

A security guard walked up to me while I loitered on the sidewalk, waiting for Ryuzo. "Do you need a cab?" he asked.

"No, thank you. My . . . friend is here." Friend? Ryuzo paid for me to meet him in a hotel. "Friend" isn't the usual word for a person who does that.

The guard seemed skeptical. He offered a cab again, and I thanked him again. The gate opened beside me. Ryuzo looked at me with a smile. Finally, the guard walked away.

"Was he bothering you?" Ryuzo asked me when he let me through the gate.

"Everything's fine. He just thought I was lost." And a prostitute, but that didn't matter. It wouldn't have been the first time I got paid to get naked.

I rose to my toes and pulled his face to mine. While we kissed, I felt the smile on his lips, but it still made me happy to see when I leaned away.

"I'm happy you're here, Mina-chan," he whispered.

"Me too."

He took my bag and led me through the trees into a courtyard.

The hotel was like you would see in movies. A stone path led through lush grass and a dwarf willow tree. A traditional building with paper walls and raised wood decks completed the three other sides of the courtyard's square enclosure. Soft light glowed behind the thin walls, but one screen sat open. His room.

I stepped onto the deck and slipped off my shoes. While he closed the wall behind us, I ogled the space. It had a newly renovated finishes, but the interior remained traditional. Tatami floors, raw timber columns and beams. The right wall was a nook with the bed, and beyond that was another recessed area for the bathroom. The main room was good sized, but minimalistic, with only a single lounge chair to the side and a tea table in the center. On the table sat my favorite wine, two glasses, and snacks.

"Food and alcohol? You know me so well."

He grinned.

We sat on the small cushions. I eyed the food. Little triangle dumplings sat on a plate in front of a box. Tilted up as if on display, the inside was divided into little portions, each with a unique, intricate flower-shaped jelly. Like the gaijin I was, I asked, "Are these edible?"

"Yes. They are sweets — specialties of Kyoto. You will like them."

He leaned forward to pluck one from its hole and winced with a little groan. He played off, reaching for a closer one, then turning his attention to the wine.

I couldn't let that go. "Are you okay?"

He glanced at me. "Yes."

"Are you lying?"

"I never lie to you, Mina-chan," he said, finally looking at me. "It is just a bruise."

His dominant hand had a bandage on one finger instead of his usual ring and reddened skin on his knuckles. It wasn't unusual to see, but I was tired of ignoring it.

I let out a long sigh. "Just a bruise. Did you trip down some stairs and punch yourself in the process?" His eyes dropped to his hands, but he didn't answer. "Ugh. I'm sorry. I'm tired and I don't like it when you're hurt."

An awkward silence settled between us for a few moments. I wanted to take back my words until he spoke. "I did not do this to myself, but I did intend to get hurt."

His words were unexpected and unwelcome. "What do you mean?"

He continued to stare at the table while putting together his explanation. "It's common for . . . people like me to train in swordsmanship, jiujitsu, and other types of martial arts, but few are as good as I am. Very few."

I remembered the dance-like restraint he did on my mugger. The primal part of my brain found that very sexy. "Okay, flex."

He didn't seem to be joking. "The Oyabun — the boss — is away, and when he is, more responsibility falls to the lower ranks. I am who they turn to when they need protection, or if they want to . . . persuade someone." I took "persuade" to mean "beat the shit out of," but I let him talk. "What I told you. My plan. Part of pretending to be useless means I have to take a hit on occasion. It is intentional and nothing I can't handle."

As nervous as it made me, I appreciated him telling me so much. I wouldn't pry further. "So, I shouldn't worry?" I confirmed.

"You shouldn't worry." He smirked to himself. "You of all people should know I'm not afraid to get rough."

A rare Ryuzo joke. I burst into laughter, making him relinquish a wide, vulpine smile.

Handsome, strong, honest. It was easy to ignore the scary parts when he smiled like that.

I moved closer and climbed up to straddle his lap, holding him by the back of his neck while he grabbed my ass with both hands. I kissed him the way I wanted to all week. I sucked his lips, teasing them apart, tasting the plum wine against his delicious, soft tongue. Warmth bloomed within me, spreading from his touch to every inch of my skin.

I broke the kiss and looked down at him. "You want to get rough right now?"

He pinned the corner of his smile with his teeth and nodded.

I pushed his chest hard, forcing him onto his back. His eyes widened with surprise. "Are you sure?" I teased him. The movement in his pants answered for him.

I leaned up, rolling my hips over his growing erection while I stripped my dress off over my head. My fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt, slowly trailing downward, exposing his gorgeous, painted body. His next breath was heavier when I started unfastening his fly. He sprung free from his pants when I tugged them down his thighs, then I took him into my mouth.

I pushed him against the back of my throat, loving his sighs of pleasure. His stomach fluttered with a desperate breath. He held my nape, feeling me while I moved up and down. "Fuck." He drifted between languages, speaking dirty, little words. "Yes. Just like that. Keep sucking me, my sakura."

I loved it when I made him too enraptured to translate. 

He grew so hard when I massaged his balls and teased the tip between my lips. I stared into his eyes, watching his mouth fall open, and his brow twist with ecstasy. Knowing he was close, I let him slip from my lips, dragging my tongue up the crevasse of his abs. He groaned with disappointment.

"Oh, did you think I'd spend hours on a train just to let you come in three minutes?" I taunted.

"Three minutes? I've been hard since you left Tokyo. You want to torture me."

I smiled while I circled my tongue against his nipple. "Uh-huh."

"So mean."

His grumbling stopped when I crawled up and straddled his face. Wetting his lips, he clawed at my waist and hips to pull me closer.

"Admit it, baby. You like it." 

He nodded enthusiastically, "I like it." I moved my panties to the side and sat.

His mouth was hungry, his tongue sliding through my folds and dipping inside me. I swirled my hips, feeling him everywhere I wanted him, moving faster and faster as the pressure burned hot and heavy.

His hums became muffled, then stopped. Shit. I lifted myself and he gasped for breath.

"Can you breathe?" I asked.

"Who says I want to fucking breathe?" he huffed with annoyance and pulled me back down.

I rode his face just like he wanted, enjoying his desperate worship of my body. It felt amazing, made me drunk on power I didn't realize was really his. I was losing control — losing myself — too quickly.

Lifting again, I took a calming breath. Before I knew how, I was on my back, my legs splayed wide. "I need you, Mina," he breathed as he looked down at me, rubbing his straining cock through my aching, slick folds. The power was mine again. "I need to feel you wrapped around me. Right now."

I shook my head and pulled his cock from my entrance. "Condom first. Then you can have anything you want."

He scowled with disappointment, but did as I said. "Anything I want?" he asked. I nodded and laid on the bed while he fetched the packet. "You shouldn't say that to dangerous men, Mina-chan."

"To whom?" I teased. "I don't see any dangerous men here."

He came to me, looking at me with dark eyes like a hungry animal. When I tried to crawl away, he climbed onto the bed behind me and caught me by the hips, yanking them back toward him. He pulled my panties to the side, but it wasn't enough for him. Looping his thumb into the side, he ripped them apart.

I gasped. "Hey! I liked those! You can't just —" He forced me down by the nape of my neck. His hand smacked hard against my ass. "Ooh!"

"Fuck your stupid panties."

I smiled, knowing what was coming next.

He pushed into me with a single, hard thrust. I clenched around his sudden invasion, whimpering with the delicious pain. A sigh of relief left him when he stroked it slow and deep. His hand slid down my spine.

My cheek pressed into the mattress, my ass perked up high and tight in his grip, he moved faster, pumping his hips deliciously, making my body sing. But, I wanted more.

"Spank me again," I begged him in a breathy voice I didn't recognize. He did as I asked, not once, but twice, making me clench around him with the initial pain, sending pleasure and warmth through me right after. "More. Please."

His next smack was hard, making me tense so hard around him, he moaned.

He fell forward and pinned me down by my back, dropping his hips down hard against my ass, hitting the perfect place over and over.

I had teased him too much. Now he was taking what was rightfully his, fucking me hard, moaning with ecstasy as he did. Over and over, his hips crashed against me. The feeling had my eyes stuck in the back of my head, every one of my breaths a simpering moan. My hands gripped the sheets a second before I realized what was happening.

I cried out with my orgasm, actual tears coming to my eyes. My hips jumped and shook over his length. Too soon, he pulled out with a groan. He hadn't lost himself yet, but he was close.

I looked over in my haze, seeing him rip off the condom. "Come suck me again," he said, desperation adding a rasp to his voice.

I moved to him, still on my stomach, taking him into my mouth once more. He looked so sexy sitting like that, on his knees, his core tight and flexed while he leaned back on a hand, staring down at me intently while he pushed his hips forward. My orgasm still rolled through me while I sucked him as hard as he just fucked me. I wanted to make him see stars the way I had.

He held me by the nape, thrusting his hips upward as he pushed my head down. His breaths became shorter, his moans more pained, then he let me go.

I pulled away to just the tip, letting him watch while he spilled himself onto my tongue, just like he wanted.

A quiet moan left him with every stream of pleasure he released. Again and again, he came until I had to close my mouth around him and swallow. As I sucked his head clean, I looked into his eyes, watching his soul return to his body and the smile to his lips. He panted, stroking a thumb against my cheek while he slowly melted into the mattress.

He pulled me onto him, wrapping me in his arms while we fell onto the sheets. He placed thankful kisses on my shoulder and neck.

"Only you make me come like that," he said, as if I wouldn't know what it meant.

"You're welcome."

He chuckled against my shoulder. A smile came to my face.

. . .

I stirred awake, not knowing where I was at first.

"Go back to sleep," Ryuzo whispered too coherently. He hadn't been sleeping.

I rolled onto my side to look at him. He straightened the edge of my silk scarf against my forehead, then pressed a kiss below it.

"Why are you awake?" I asked. Becoming more aware, I realized he was dressed, kneeling by the bed rather than being in it. Soft morning light glowed through the shoji screen behind him. "You're leaving?"

"Only for a moment. I have something I need to do."

Ambiguous. "Something besides me?"

He didn't acknowledge my joke. "Yes."

I frowned and let go of his hand to brush his hair from his beautiful face. He didn't have that sad shadow, the way he would when he was doing something for the Yakuza, but his mood was off.

There was a reason he didn't sneak away. Maybe he didn't want to say it, but his actions told me he wanted my company. Something was holding him back from admitting it.

"You know you're safe with me, right?" I asked. He hummed a yes. "Take me with you. Whatever you have to do, I'll stay out of it. Just don't bring me to Kyoto to leave me alone in a hotel room."

He stared down at me with quiet hesitation. "Okay," he gave in. "Get dressed."

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A/N: Are you excited for Mina to see Kyoto? What do you think Zo has to do there?

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