Corporate Plaything (9 page)

“Justin-
kun. Konbanwa
.” One of them recognised Justin. “Your private party is ready,” she announced in broken English.

“Excellent.”

She beamed.

The girl was so pretty, Anna felt jealous of her. Was Justin a regular here? From the look of it, he probably was.

Justin tugged her hand and they followed the pretty hostess through a dimly lit passageway. It led them to a landing with a service elevator. They went down two stories underground. The sight of something that came from the French period welcomed them when the elevator’s door opened.

What the hell was this place?

She saw women in long gowns, tight corset, and high pompadour hair lounging in chaises, sofas, and chairs. Most of them were
gaijin
, foreigners, but a few were Asian. Anna also saw men in the same period costumes frolicking with half-dressed women. Some were in the middle of fucking each other’s brains out.

Then it hit her. They were in a sex club. Her cheeks burned. This was ridiculous. Out of dozens of fun activities they could be doing their last night in Japan, Justin had chosen a sex club. She shouldn’t have been surprised, considering Justin had earlier mentioned something about the red light district, ‘Every fetish and fantasy is for sale in Tokyo if you know where to find it’.

Anna sighed, lamenting the perverse side of Justin.

Their hostess motioned them to follow her into a private room. A grandly furnished bedroom emerged before her eyes. Intricately carved gold-gilded furniture was artfully arranged inside, complementing the dark walls and blood-red velvet draperies. A huge four-poster bed was perched in the middle of the room, with people in it. A woman with her three lovers were kissing and fondling in the bed.

Her cheeks burned even hotter. “I think this room is occupied.”

“Nah. They’re waiting for us,” Justin replied casually.

They’re what?
Anna felt scandalised. What exactly did Justin have in mind?

“
Domo, Shimizu-chan
.” Justin produced a hundred-dollar bill and slipped it into the hostess’ hand.

“
Arigato gozaimashita.
” She bowed and closed the door.

The people in the bed paused when they noticed Justin and Anna in the room.

“Continue.” Justin waved his hand. “We’ll join you later.”

Join?
He didn’t mean…

Justin sank himself onto a nearby sofa and pulled her into his lap.

Anna became uncomfortable. Neurons in her brain short-circuited when Justin mentioned joining those people.

“Relax,” he whispered in her ear. “I want you to get used to the idea.”

“Which is?”

“Being shared by the three of us.”

“Isn’t that what I already do?”

“In one night.”

In one… Good lord. A foursome?
Suddenly, Anna felt lightheaded. She’d never thought about it. But again, it shouldn’t come as a shock considering she’d fucked two of them in Matt’s office. She just hadn’t thought Ralph would want to join his brothers sometime in the future.

“Don’t tell me it doesn’t excite you?” Justin drew her deeper into his arms.

Excite?
Anna forced herself to be relaxed even though her heart beat faster than Tokyo’s bullet trains. She would be lying if she said the prospect didn’t excite her. Spending an unforgettable night in the arms of three perfect lovers sounded like an ultimate fantasy, one she wouldn’t freely be willing to admit.

“I…um…”

“Yes?”

“That sounds ridiculous.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve shared you with Matt before. And as I recall, you liked it.”

Anna bit her lower lip. She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t like it. “Why would you…?”

“Prefer sharing a woman among us?” Justin guessed.

“Yeah. That.”

“Sharing a womb with my brothers made us connected on an emotional level. I know when Matt or Ralph fucks somebody. They know when I’m horny and am with somebody. I don’t always like Matt or Ralph’s girlfriends. It’s irritating when I feel like I am fucking their girlfriends too. Ultimately, there could be only one woman for us. Our mate. Our c
evborn
.”

Anna wanted to scratch her head even though it wasn’t itchy. Seriously, that was the lamest excuse she’d ever heard for someone having an orgy on a daily basis. “And your parents know what you’re doing, sir?”

“They encourage it.”

She gave him a dirty look, not believing him one bit. What kind of parents would encourage their sons to have a ménage? Was that a European thing? She’d heard they were pretty liberal. If her father ever found out what she was doing for the Martels, he would have his second heart attack in an instant.

“Don’t believe me?” Justin flashed a Cheshire cat smile. “You’ll see when you meet them.”

Anna became uneasy. Why would he bring her to meet his parents? She wasn’t even his fiancée or a steady girlfriend. Curiosity nagged her like a fickle cat. What exactly were Justin and his brothers up to?
Gah
. Their cryptic secrecy annoyed her.

“You’re frowning again. Shall we join them now?”

Her uneasiness doubled. “I…”

“Come on.” Justin pushed her out of his lap and seized her hand, semi-dragging her to the bed. “Meet Kikuri-
chan
. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

The woman named Kikuri stopped sucking the blond guy’s cock. Her pink tongue darted out, licking her red painted lips. Justin wasn’t exaggerating. Kikuri was beautiful, one of the most exotic beauties she’d seen in person. Pale alabaster skin. Silky raven hair. Firm dancer body that was made to be fucked.

Kikuri splayed on the bed with her head resting on the blond-haired man’s crotch, enjoying her human lollypop. An Asian-looking beau fondled her breasts and suckled her nipples. Another one ate her pussy.

Anna tore her eyes from the salacious sight. This wasn’t right. Bedroom business should stay where it belonged, not flaunted out in the open for everyone to see. What was Justin trying to show her here? Was it okay to be wanton?

“Watch her,” Justin urged, forcing her to witness the delicious temptation. “There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about. Kikuri’s a woman who isn’t afraid of her own sexuality. She knows what she wants and she’s not embarrassed to ask for it. My brothers and I want you to be more like her.
You’re too stiff. Loosen up a bit. It’s not a crime to have a little fun once in a while.”

Anna sniffed.
Too stiff?
Kikuri was pretty, and pretty women had it easy in real life. Anna was accustomed to being invisible, an unnoticeable ugly duckling. And being a less desirable one in the single market, she had never daydreamed about things she would never get or never be. She’d been comfortable with who she was until Justin and his brothers threw her cloistered world out of balance. To be honest, she was scared.

“You’re quiet again.” Justin kissed the shell of her ear. “Nervous?”

“Um…a bit.” A shiver of thrill crept through her. Her ear and nape were her weakest spots.

“Don’t be. Now, up.” Justin ordered her to climb the bed.

Half-heartedly, Anna did what he asked. Her heartbeat accelerated. Her face burned.

Justin grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head. Suddenly, she heard a soft clink and felt a cool metal bracelet on her skin. No, it wasn’t a bracelet. Anna looked up. It was a cuff.

“Hey,” she protested. “I—”

“Relax.” Justin cuffed the other end on the bed’s canopy. “I want to make you sure won’t run.”

“But—”

“Do you trust me? I want nothing but pleasure for you.” Justin produced another handcuff from the bedside drawer and did the same with her other wrist.

“And that requires handcuffs?” Anna scoffed. “I didn’t know you were kinky.”

“You just figured that out?” The filtered light from the overhead chandelier accentuated his mischievous grin. Justin looked positively wicked.

Anna lamented in silence. Yeah, he was kinky to the bone. She yanked the cuffs, sheer frustration taking over her. The metallic sound chimed. Curious eyes watched her, followed by curious smiles from the four naked people on the bed. Anna scooted to the edge, trying not to disturb Kikuri, but the woman snaked out a hand and touched her.

“Is she your private property?” Kikuri asked Justin. Her voice sounded mellifluously seductive.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Justin answered. “No one is allowed to touch her but me.”

And his brothers.
Anna felt the words hang from his lips, unspoken.

Kikuri laughed. “Aren’t you generous?” she mocked.

“Sorry, but Anna is my special lady.” Justin slipped behind her, pushing her further onto the bed. “We want to see your pleasure, Kikuri-chan.”

Kikuri’s eyes darted to Anna’s groin. “Do you need help with that first?”

Justin pondered. “Only her clothes. Nothing else.”

Anna’s heart pounded hard when Kikuri detangled from her lovers and enclosed her.

Kikuri ran her hand over Anna’s curves. “I love undressing a pretty woman,” she said.

Justin unzipped Anna’s strapless cocktail dress. Kikuri helped him pull the dress down and slip it over her legs.

The cold air from the air conditioner caressed her skin. Anna felt vulnerable. Exposed. She wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. Four pairs of strangers’ eyes feasted on her nakedness. Unexpectedly, Anna was thrilled. She didn’t know why. Perhaps, Justin’s perverseness was starting to rub off on her.

“Pink,” Kikuri commented about her nipples.

“Pretty, isn’t she?”

“Too bad I can’t have a taste.”

Justin’s laugh reverberated behind Anna’s ears. “She doesn’t swing that way.”

Kikuri’s eyes rounded. “You sure about that?”

“Even if she’s curious, she’s untouchable.” Justin kissed Anna’s cheek. “Carry on. Don’t mind us. Tonight, we’re only observers.”

“You’re no fun,” Kikuri purred, stretching luxuriously. She whispered to one of her lovers in Japanese.

He was young with the slim, lithe body of an athlete. Colourful, full body tattoos adorned both of his arms and his back. The man stroked his cock. Anna couldn’t take her eyes from it. He was so well-endowed, Anna wasn’t sure the petite Kikuri could even take him.

“Watch.” Justin nuzzled behind Anna’s ear. He slipped his hand to the juncture of her thighs and found her pussy. A jolt of heat surged through her when his fingers felt her moist sex. He parted her pussy lips and slid a finger home. Her cunt contracted around his intruding finger.

Anna’s mind went on vacation temporarily. Curiosity had stolen her attention. She was transfixed with what was happening before her. The tattooed man rubbed his enormous cockhead on Kikuri’s pink sex. She made an urging murmur and spread her legs wider for the world to see.

Anna’s breath halted when the tattooed man thrust into Kikuri. She stiffened and moaned. The tattooed man grabbed Kikuri’s hips and plunged into her until his dark thatch kissed the siren’s pale mound. Kikuri keened and threw her head backwards, her face a mask of ecstasy.

Anna wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t witnessed it first-hand. Did he hurt her? She didn’t think so. Kikuri seemed to be in a different world. She pleaded in Japanese to the tattooed man. Anna figured out it must be to fuck her hard and that was what her lover immediately did. His cock glistened with Kikuri’s cream. He pulled out and slammed back unmercifully, driving her slender body into the bed. Kikuri bounced and writhed. Her head slid into Anna’s lap. And Anna still couldn’t tear her eyes from them.

The tattooed man fucked Kikuri like a demented man. His hard cock ravaged Kikuri’s pussy and their sex made some lewd, syrupy sounds. Anna didn’t know why but watching them unleash their primal instinct really turned her on. For a moment, she forgot she had Justin’s finger in her pussy.

“You’re wet,” Justin commented. “I love it when you’re like this.”

“Oh,” Anna moaned. Justin slipped in another finger and stroked her hard. The pad of his palm mashed against her clit and vulva. Her own sex made the same lewd sound as the lovers before her.

“Do you like watching them?” Justin picked up his pace. Pleasure burst in her depths. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Kikuri thrashed, ranting in Japanese. The tattooed man hammered dozens of vicious slams until all of a sudden, Kikuri bawled from the top of her lungs. The pale siren came hard.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” the tattooed man cursed. His voice carried a thick Asian accent. He spread Kikuri legs again and withdrew. His cock was still rigid and unspent, coated with Kikuri’s juices. He bent over and gave Kikuri’s pussy a deep kiss like he had before.

Anna swallowed hard. The sight captivated her, a true man who was dedicated to his lover’s pleasure.

Kikuri grabbed his face and murmured her thanks. She found his lips and kissed him hard. Their opera of whimpers and lustful gasps made the base of Anna’s spine tingle.

Justin withdrew his fingers. Soft fabric and a zipper rustled behind her as he undressed. Moments later, his heat invaded her backside and his hands settled on her breasts. Her heart thundered when she felt his hard cock brush against her sex lips. Her pussy fluttered in anticipation of being filled. She creamed.

“God, Anna.” Justin’s hot breath burned her cheek. “I can feel you dripping. You want to be fucked like her, don’t you?”

Anna gulped. Her attention fixed on Kikuri again. Kikuri’s blond-haired lover urged her to straddle him. They switched positions. Anna’s eyes were glued on the tantalising sight when Kikuri lowered herself on the blond man’s cock. His thick cock made Kikuri gasp as if he was too much for her to take. The man seized her hips and worked his way in with sheer persistence. After a few tries, Kikuri was able to take him in to his hilt.

Anna burnt with fire, watching Kikuri squeal in delight when the man started ramming her with short thrusts. Anna’s pussy clenched again. Yes, she wanted to be fucked like Kikuri.

She turned to Justin and her lips brushed his. “Please,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

“Mmm.” Justin ground his crotch on her ass. “Just what I had in mind.”

He penetrated her and Anna let out a happy sigh. Justin filled her beyond full. Her pussy clasped around his hard shaft.