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  “My turn. Are you okay with our speaking English?”

  “Hai. Sorry, yes.”

  “Good. What’s your name?” He hadn’t walked any further into the room, but appeared at ease as he stood with his hands in his pockets.

  “Yuki.” Not having thought he’d ask her name, without thinking, she chose her second name. It made sense because when she looked back on the night, there’d be some sort of connection between what actually happened and her memories.

  “Konnichiwa, Yuki, I’m Matt. Shall we get the details of what I want tonight out of the way?”

  Nodding her head, she finally stole a peek at him. The cowboy boots were there, as usual, and suited him perfectly. Like his jeans, they had a lived-in look, although right then he didn’t look as if he’d just come from the range. He also wore a white shirt and blazer and looked so handsome. From the tiny triangle of flesh visible at the base of his neck, her gaze slipped up and darted to his face before moving to his black felt hat, then back down to his boots.

  In the brief glance to his face, she noticed his beautiful green eyes looked more intense than she’d seen before. There was no doubt what was on his mind, raw lust reflected in his orbs. The discovery caused passion to bloom even greater inside her body. He needed her and she couldn’t be more pleased. She’d absolutely made the right decision to play an obedient geisha for him.

  “The concierge said our time together would be one hundred thousand yen.” She could see the stash of bills held out and wanted nothing to do with them. It was a great deal of money, a sum no real prostitute would turn down. However, she wasn’t one and wasn’t sure how to decline without giving herself away. No way would she let that happen, not when she was so close to having all of him.

  “After,” she pleaded quietly. Of course, she wouldn’t take the money. What they were about to do was her as much her fantasy as his.

  “Fine,” he offered as he set the money on a dresser table and turned back to face her kneeling form. “So we’re clear, I’m looking for a submissive manner and you seem to have that down pat. I also understand oral, anal and except for a finger or two, non-penetrative vaginal sex is permitted, correct?”

  “Hai,” she confirmed with a small nod, secretly proud to know he wasn’t easily led by his needs. In his knowing the law, Matt had, in her eyes at least, shown he controlled his destiny and wouldn’t leave it up to anyone else. The ability to do that and the ease with which he appeared to contain his needs made him more enticing. Would he ever do anything that turned her off, or was he someone she would do anything to be with?

  While he took off his blazer and tossed it onto the bed, he threw another question out she hadn’t thought about.

  “What if I spanked your ass, or pinched and twisted your nipples or tender clit? Would you like that or not?”

  The brief picture he painted stole her breath and, before she managed to regain enough to answer, she watched him treat his shirt in the same way. Wearing his hat, jeans, and boots, he made his way over to the chair by the window and sat down. Ultimately, he faced her with his legs spread wide, as if welcoming her to his body, and she was lost.

  “Well?” From beneath lowered lids, she watched as he unbuckled the belt before slowly unbuttoning the jeans. She tried to respond verbally, but the words were locked in her throat, and she finally managed a nod. The man was bigger than life and such a turn on, and seeing how large the bulge between his legs grew under her focused gaze stole all thoughts from her mind other than achieving sexual gratification.

  Even though her hands clasped together in her lap, she couldn’t stop her fingers from fidgeting with a desire to stroke the tempting package.

  “Come over here, my little geisha girl, and show me how you entertain men with that sexy painted mouth.”

  There was no elegant way to stand up on her own, even crawling would be difficult unless she shifted the kimono out of the way. Letting her purse and fan fall from her wrists, she lifted one knee up a bit, pulled the silk robe from underneath, then repeated the process with the other before making her way to Matt. Sakura knew her breasts weren’t large, although she knew pushing her arms closer to her body created a dark crevice which, hopefully, would entice him to investigate them further. From the fire blazing in his eyes, she believed it worked.

  Once she found herself kneeling between his legs, Sakura finally was able to do what she wanted most: truly touch him, all of him. She ran her hands from his knees, along the seam on his inner thighs until her thumbs rubbed over his denim covered balls. Savoring the feel of him, she smiled inside when she heard him suck in his breath and hold it as she turned her hands to cup his long cock. She inhaled more air, thrilled with how alive he felt beneath her touch. Throbbing from his rod picked up speed and encouraged her to imagine how it would feel when it was inside her body. She wasted no further time in getting to know him personally. Sliding her hands up and down the hard length, she ignored the fact he remained covered by his pants, and sought to feel as much of him as possible.

  Soon it wasn’t enough. Separating the jeans’ placket, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the cotton-covered steel pole beneath. The flesh beneath her lips felt hot and bounced at her soft touch, obviously eager for some up close and personal attention. Mentally submerged in lust and excitement, she forgot about her extensive makeup and how it might mark his tight white underwear, but when she pulled back and saw the evidence of her lips, she loved it.

  The subtle, reddish-pink dot from her lips resembled the center of a target on his underwear and she went right back to the same spot for more. Opening her mouth, she rested her teeth around his hard rod as if ready to take a bite, except she wouldn’t. Instead, she lightly ran her mouth along his length, leaving a thin colored stripe on each side.

  Sakura was so intent on leaving her mark on him, she hadn’t realized how close to the edge he’d become until he slipped his hands into her hair, causing the bells on her comb to tinkle gently. He held her head still, poised within a breath of touching his hard-on where it emerged from the waistband.

  “Fucking nice, now pull my cock all the way out.”

  She wasn’t sure how to do what he wanted. The underwear looked like shorts that were painted on him. There was an opening, except she wanted access to all of him, not just a small portion. Knowing what she truly wanted, Sakura wasted little time in stripping him down, only with her own twist.

  Using both hands, she tugged both his jeans and underwear by their waistbands. Apparently he was in the same hurried frame of mind. Matt moved his hands to the chair’s armrests and lifted up enough for her to pull it all down until they rested around his ankles. Once there, she tugged on his boots until they came off. Sakura took off his clothes and then put his boots back on.

  Folding her hands back in her lap and hiding them beneath the long sleeves, she sat back on her heels and looked at his erection and taut balls with a long, passionate gaze. She found her cowboy, the one who appeared in her mind whenever she thought of or spoke to Matt. Wearing nothing more than his hat and boots with a spectacular erection for her pleasure, he was positively sexy as sin. Sitting there, taking all of him in, she knew she’d made the right decision in coming to his room.

  “Okay, then it’ll be with my boots on.” Matt put his arms on his knees and ran a finger over a silk covered breast, pebbling the tip even further. “Shall I keep my hat on as well?”

  “Hai,” she whispered with a nod to ensure he understood. Matt laughed and sat back in his chair, totally relaxed with being nude before her.

  “The cowboy and the geisha. My brother would love to be in on the night’s activities.”

  “Brother?” Sakura muttered under her breath as the curiosity of what he meant grew. She knew there was another Wilson back home, one who worked more hands on with the cattle than Matt. They’d spoken a few times, usually polite nonsensical conversations, but she was interested in hearing why he thought of Ted at a sexual time. She reached ou
t and held his cock in her hands. It took both to cover most of his length, leaving a couple of inches poking above the clasp. Gently, she pulled his cock more into a straight up and down position before shifting to her knees and swirling her tongue around the shining red cap.

  “That’s good,” he muttered and held her head slightly tilted to the side, probably so he could see her mouth on his rod. In all his dealings with her, even during their harmless flirtations, he’d always been a gentleman. Knowing he had such an erotically wicked side to him, she admitted to herself, was something she’d like to see more of and also be the one to reap the benefits of setting that side of him free. So many ideas popped into her head and she lost herself in the pleasure of possessing and playing with his rod.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s real good.”

  She heard a groan escape from him and settle in his deep rasping voice as he continued to talk about what he saw. To her, the roughness said he’d moved closer to coming, except she wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. She wanted him to be as wild with need for her as she was for him. Sakura lowered her lips and engulfed the entire crown of his rod. Whether she moved slow or fast, the bells on her comb tinkled joyously.

  “That’s it, suck my cock.”

  Lust and a strong desire to please him had her sucking as if to pull the seed out of his length, although not so hard that she’d hurt him. She used enough pressure to make sure all of his attention stayed focused on what happened between his legs. When she felt his hands clenching and unclenching in her hair, she alternated between swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking on his rod like a sugared treat. She worked harder to send him tumbling over passion’s ledge.

  She hadn’t counted on him having much more control over his passion than she had over her own. Sakura could feel in her mind and body how ready she was for him to take her. To have him possess her was all she could think about. She wasn’t a virgin and had always enjoyed sex, although she was more excited about being with Matt than she had been with any of her other partners. It was odd she felt that way, knowing it wouldn’t be a complete consummation. Spending time with her cowboy made her want to stretch her sexual boundaries further than ever before.

  Spanking? Why not! Pinching and twisting her nipples, maybe her nub? Yes, please, she wanted to shout. Make me scream and beg for your pleasure, just take me.

  Suddenly, inspiration and her inner saucy nature came to play. After a few shifting movements, she laid her bare chest against his groin. Their physical connection was delicious. The differences between them were obvious and inviting. He was hard and covered in hair, she was soft and smooth, and together they were combustible.

  “Whoa, what’s going on here?” Gently, he pushed her back and looked at her chest. In her excitement to have him, Sakura had forgotten she’d added some of the bright red makeup she’d used on her lips to her nipples. Molly told her sex workers wore it because men liked how the breasts appeared with it on. Looking at his face and the glistening, bobbing hard-on between them, she had no doubt he liked it.

  “Makeup, more beautiful,” she muttered in heavily accented broken English.

  Lightly he rubbed his thumb over one reddened tip, encouraging it to tighten even further, then moved over to the other and teased it as well. The desire his touch ignited made her think her breasts were somehow directly connected to her pussy. They were easily excitable and she enjoyed having them played with, but his fingers left much more in their wake. With each pass he made over her nipple, the core of her passion pulsed with a desperate need to be pleasured and fulfilled.

  “Well, you’re right. They’re stunning and have certainly caught my attention. I’ve never seen anything like it before. It’s fucking hot.” Matt put his hands on her waist and lifted her until she straddled his lap.

  While she snuck a peek at his gorgeous green eyes, she noticed the pupils had expended so much that only a thin ring of color remained around the edges. He pinched her nipple a little more firmly, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her as she thrust her chest into his hold. His hands, hard and rough from work, felt so good on her soft flesh. She couldn’t stop from pushing her breasts out even further for more of what he offered. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable in letting her sexually adventurous side come forward for attention.

  “So, my geisha likes to walk on the kinky side,” Matt told her as he twisted the trapped points more firmly, pulling a groan from her lips.

  Right when she thought they were close to taking things a step further, he surprised her by setting her from his lap. Before she had a chance to do anything other than pout, he smiled and explained what he wanted.

  “Take this robe thing off and let me see all of you.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Without waiting for him to say anything else, she took a few steps back so he could see all of her, then worked on stripping in a seductive manner.

  As a slow, sexy rhythm played in her head, she reached behind her and worked on undoing the obi. Once it was loosened, she held the ends behind her, causing her kimono to open far enough to give him just a hint of what lay beneath. Letting the long strips of silk and stiff cotton she held fall down to the ground, she was happy she’d decided to forgo the plain shift normally worn beneath the kimono.

  Pulling the two sides together, she turned around and slowly shifted the heavy silk garment to slip down one arm, then the other. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as he reached for his cock and stroked the towering pole. Not able to hold out any longer, she let the decorated silk drop to her waist and let it slowly slip to the floor.

  Completely naked except for the long white socks and sandals was a tricky look to pull off as sexy, but believed she’d managed. Sakura actually felt empowered by what she saw reflected on Matt’s face. She knew when a need so powerful took control of his body. He had started to stand, only to fall back into his seat. That one move ensured she wouldn’t doubt he wanted her, although she enjoyed it even more when she saw how much desire there was inside him for her. He may have seen a geisha, but wanted her.

  “Turn around.”

  Twirling around on her clunky sandals, she stood with one hip cocked out and finally looked him in the eyes to make sure he knew what she wanted. Him. To persuade Matt to break free of the control he had over his body and take her, Sakura bent over and held her breasts with their red tips pointing out to him. Her need was so intense that honey gathered in her pussy, preparing for him to take her even though he wouldn’t in that way. In the end, stretching her thumbs up to tease the stiff points was what it took to get him moving.

  “Shit, you are so hot. Even if fucking you is out of the question, I must possess some part of you.”

  He started toward her so quickly, she hadn’t a chance to say anything more than yes. The next thing she knew, he picked her up out of her shoes and carried her over his shoulder toward the bed. Laying her down, she watched as he dug through the pocket of his jeans and eventually rifled through his wallet. Matt sent her a huge smile of success as he pulled a condom out and waved it at her.

  “I’m clean, but I can say that since I never entered a woman without one of these on.”

  “More in purse,” she whispered, with thanks to Molly. He may declare he was clean and not able to come inside her pussy, but there was always a chance of pregnancy and STDs when a rod came in intimate contact with a woman’s slit. A prostitute would surely be careful of both scenarios.

  “There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows what she wants and comes prepared for it.” Tearing open the wrapper, he pulled out the circle of rubber and started to roll it over his cock. The men she’d been with usually handled the protection in another room and followed it by making sure the lights were out when they came together. She had a feeling Matt was not a lights out kind of guy, and was pleased he left them on dim. Even though she knew he wouldn’t recognize her beneath all the makeup, the low lights made her feel more confident about it and freer to enj
oy herself.

  Kneeling between her legs, he used his hands to spread them further apart, then leaned over to swirl his tongue around her clit. There was no way she could keep her body from reacting to his touch, nor would she want to when her hips rose to bump up against his face.

  “Relax, my little geisha girl. I’ve been without a woman for too long,” he admitted while moving around until his thick, hard cock rested between her pussy lips. “My horniness increased with the constant companionship of a lady I really liked. She totally turned me on and made it hard to do anything because I couldn’t touch her.”

  After hearing him admit he’d been turned on by her, Sakura felt her heart speed up with happiness, then she lost her breath as he slid between her lower lips until the tip nudged her clit. Panting with an incredible amount of pleasure controlling her body, she looked up at him and thought about what he’d said. She hadn’t known what was going on in his mind while they worked together, no hint at all, and she wished she had. Reaching up, Sakura stroked a finger over his lips and asked for what she wanted most.

  “Kiss me, cowboy. Pretend I’m your lady.” Despite thickening her accent and lowering her voice to almost a whisper, she hoped he understood what she’d said. It could be seen as selfish, but she wanted to feel how he would’ve kissed her.

  Both of his hands reached out, clasped theirs together, and held them pressed into the pillows beside her head. He was so powerful and she knew there was no way she could get away, but that wasn’t what she wanted.

  There was no kiss, and yet looking into his eyes made her feel like they were more intimate than if they had. Maybe they were linked only by his cock sliding between her pussy lips, but the energy they created together made it all so passionate. Neither one of them looked away from the other.

  His smooth fucking motion sent his hard chest moving over her breasts, allowing the hair on his to tickle and tease her excited nipples. The brief contact encouraged them to tighten even further. They felt like hard pebbles poking straight at him for attention. Unable to deny their needs, she managed to shift enough so her breasts rubbed against his muscular chest for some relief, only there was none.