#chikazoku

~Wishful Thinking~

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You stared down at the black car from the balcony of your apartment, sparing a soft glance of longing to the man about to enter the car below. He looked back up at you and smiled softly before nodding and getting into the car. Although he spoke no words, that little head nod was insurance that he would return to you safely as he always did. You weren’t worried about his safety. You were more concerned about when he would let you go with him. The man was adamant on only taking you to Deika when it was for pleasure and not business. He refused to take you with him when he was called into work. You didn’t mind the Deika vacations and shopping trips, but you desperately wanted to join him at his place of work. You even offered t take a job there to which he replied “I can take care of you just as well so a job would be unnecessary my love.” It was wishful thinking that he’d someday take you to work with him. It wasn’t as if you’d be unwanted of course! All of his comrades knew you by now. You’d taken to those soft cafe talks with Curious, or all those computer chess games with Skeptic. There was just something deep in you that longed to be by his side and at least watch him do his work. 

Or maybe you just wanted to be by his side when all those new business partners came in to make deals with him...

Especially the ones that came to flirt (or use their charms) to strike a deal with him.

Its funny to him really. He knows how hard they try but it never works. He comes home to tell you about it and laugh it off with you but it’s a bit annoying given the fact that they don’t know he’s a taken man. It’d be less ambiguous if you could simply come to work with him sometimes right? And then there was the other issue at hand: missing him so much. Sometimes his business trips lasted a week and he’d be home to do computer work etc. for a month straight. Sometimes it was the other way around and you’d have to wait patiently for his return home. Whatever the reason, you went back into the house and felt determination brewing inside. Eventually you simply said ‘fuck it’ and began to pack your bags. He might be annoyed with you, but you didn’t care. You’d take whatever punishment he’d dish out for disobeying is direct orders as long as you could show up and surprise him of course. You take whatever punishment that might be. However, you never imagined it would be this.

You bent over the massive meeting table while his fingers/hand fondled the deepest parts of you. His tie was expertly stuffed in your mouth to prevent you from making anything other than a desperate and pathetic squeak here and there. His leaned forward to inhale your scent before licking a long stripe down your neck and chuckling quietly. “I told you not to follow me here. I always tell you to be patient and wait for me to get home to you. I always tell you this, don’t I? And yet, you went as far as to disobey me didn’t you? Hmmm? I can’t hear you and you know how I want a reply.” He was messing with you. He knew you could barely reply when your mouth was stuffed full of the rather expensive tie. He was using it as an excuse to punish you further for you actions. Even if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with the tie, you’d still be unable to speak due to the way he just slipped to his knees and began with dirty work with that tongue of his. You could say he was an expert at getting you to melt for him. Seeing this man on the street no one could ever guess he was like this behind closed doors. 

He’d finally gotten enough of your silence and wanted to trade it for hearing those sweet moans he was accustomed to. He swiftly removed the tie and stared up at you from his spot between your legs, his eyebrow raised in a challenging manor. He was daring you to say something, but you had better say just what he wanted to hear, just how he wanted you to say it. You decided to play nice this time around. “Daddy...please?” That was all it took for things to escalate in the meeting room. He drilled into you as if his life depended on it. He made his mark mainly by stuffing you over and over with his cum, slipping out slowly to watch it dribble down your thighs pathetically before he slipped back inside and used it as lubricate for his next round with that tight hole of yours. He was relentless with you, and the abuse was starting to show when you became sore from his pounding. Yet, you begged for him not to stop. The idea of being caught...the shame of it all was washed down the drain and replaced by a clouded head full of filthy thoughts. He was all on your mind, even as he reached down to get a firm grip on your neck before nearing his (and your) next orgasm. 

Lucky for you, both of you were never discovered by the possible meeting partners for the new business deal considering they were running an hour or two late that day. Unfortunately you were both discovered by Koku and Tomoyasu themselves. Try keeping a straight face around each other after they’d seen what they saw and heard what they heard that day. They had no idea the boss was capable of something so lewd!

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