Daigo walked into the room he shared with his wife, aimlessly scratching at his chest through the black t - shirt he wore. With this old top and boxers on, it was evident that the ex - yakuza was preparing to close out the night soon. He stopped in the middle of the room at the sight of the light on in the bathroom, a brow raised thoughtfully.
Maybe, tonight — ?? Daigo bit his lip, stepped up to one of the bedside tables, and rooted around in a drawer. After a moment, he pulled out what he was looking for, which had been purposefully buried at the bottom. The former Chairman left his shirt and glasses sitting on the furniture. Daigo scrubbed his fingers through his hair and moved toward their spacious bathroom.
Eirene was where he expected she would be. She always needed time to get ready for bed, especially when removing her make up and her skin care routine were factored in. Daigo kept one of his hands behind his back as he approached the Irishwoman from behind. He loomed over her in the mirror, yet the ex - yakuza still murmured to her soothingly to give fair warning. Daigo's free arm wrapped loosely around Eirene's waist.
At first, he said nothing of his intent. He craned his head around in order to kiss her neck, peppering the soft flesh there with tender kisses. Daigo's beard scraped against the flawless surface — a sensation he had been told was surprisingly enjoyable.
"Eirene . . . " the former Chairman nestled his cheek against her hair and stared at her in the mirror. "I did have a proposal. The kids are asleep. We have a few hours until the baby wakes up again. If you aren't too tired, there is — I like the idea of this, I'll say." A pink flush crept over Daigo's cheeks, and his hold around her middle tightened. He cleared his throat reflexively and lifted up his concealed item. It was a thick, black collar with a matching leather leash that was clearly meant for play.
Daigo inhaled Eirene's scent deeply. "I never thought to bring this up before. I saw something recently ; it suddenly occurred to me that I might enjoy it. Being on my knees, listening to your orders, with you . . . on the other end. What do you think ??"
♕ unscripted asks . always accepting
Eirene needed considerable time before going to bed even on ordinary days - just braiding her hair took long enough, even if the Irishwoman did it with admirable ease after so many years. Motherhood had complicated things a bit - but luckily, their household was a fortunate one with all sorts of material comforts and help.
The fact that Daigo had gladly stepped into a more domestic role also collaborated for the perfect family picture they painted to outsiders; but, contrary to expectations, their projection was very much real. It had all started with a fake marriage proposal, but now their children and home were very much sacred treasures.
Eirene loved Daigo from the bottom of her heart, as well as their children... And sometimes, it surprised her. The Quinn CEO was not a good person but she was... Better. Less of a cynic, guarded individual thanks to the changes the ex-yakuza operated on her and the additional safety he provided. The former chairman had been a pawn originally, but he was her king these days; together, they were much more powerful than she ever could be alone.
The fact that the Japanese man joined her in the bathroom was not unexpected - Eirene even placed the hairbrush down when he embraced her in order to profit from his presence properly. The kisses were sweet and she smiled at their reflection, murmuring with appreciation for the way he nuzzled into skin; the blonde had once told Daigo that he had looked handsome while in jail... And he had kept up the look.
But when his surprise item was brought to light, Eirene stilled for a minute. The bicolored eyes moved from the mirror to the actual collar, the nearest hand moving to hold it and test the feel against her fingertips. The feeling of the material, the flexibility of the leash, the idea of Daigo Dojima on his knees... For a minute, there was absolute no reaction from Eirene but for a harder, decided grip around the collar.
"Just when I thought you couldn't possibly make me love you more," Eirene sighed fondly, shifting in his embrace to look at Daigo properly instead of relying on the mirror of their luxurious suite. Her acceptance was clearly obtained based on that reaction alone, but the fact that she tossed the hair out of the way with a free hand and then worked to place it around her husband's neck was just the last touch.
It fit perfectly - sturdy enough for yanking and having him at her feet (literally), but also not leading to any suffocation or issues with breathing. The woman was evidently focused on her task, slipping her robe off once she was done to stand before him in a silky pajama set and then appraising Daigo as if he was an object of art for auction at an expensive gallery. Eirene turned around and rummaged through the drawers, finally picking something up and going back to the man.
A pair of scissors - which tore easily through the simple t-shirt the ex-yakuza had on without any warning. He had said it himself - he wanted to follow her every whim and order and Eirene wanted him exposed. What use was this collar if he had clothing on to distract her from the experience?
"The safe word is 'gladiator'. Just say it and I'll stop if you feel uncomfortable," the woman said with sincere kindness, standing on the tip of her toes to kiss him on the mouth - but hands were already everywhere, feeling the ripple muscle up and pushing him gently backwards, back into the room and which was now going to be her own little arena.
Eirene was about to eat Daigo up and she hoped he would enjoy every second of it.
"First, you will rip whatever I'm wearing with your bare hands," she issued the initial order, smiling darkly at the way the Japanese man reacted to the commands, "Then, you will crawl to me and kiss every inch of skin you see until I release you. You cannot touch yourself, otherwise I will punish you for disobeying me."
A tug at the leash was given for good measure, even if Eirene was not currently towering over him and would likely loose any form of close combat with Daigo - the only thing she had going for her was his willingness to surrender and obey, really, and it made her blood run hot, "And then you will be a very good throne for me and make sure I come all over you - at least twice. If not, I won't ride you and I will be so very disappointed with my slave for this night."
A pleased laugh followed, Eirene then sitting at the edge of their king-sized bed with the grace of a queen and motioning for him to get on the floor - the eagerness of the ex-yakuza in obeying and getting into character sent a shiver down the CEO's spine, and she regarded him with thinly veiled lust.
"Well - what are you waiting for? Get to work, Daigo. You have your orders."