“Oh,” she gasped.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her body, with each inward stroke, the finger in her ass slid a bit deeper. Was that supposed to be so sexy? To feel that good?
When her body had accepted the ful length of his finger, he thrust them deep with each penetration. She was calling out in ecstasy, but couldn’t seem to quiet her vocalizations even though she knew her voice must easily carry through the rice-paper walls. When she didn’t think she could take any more pleasure, he lowered his head and suckled her clit. Her entire body arched of the table as she came. Hard this time. Her pussy and ass contracted around his fingers in delightful spasms as she obtained true satisfaction. He worked both passages and her clit to prolong that orgasm until she was sobbing from its intensity.
When she stil ed at last—well, other than those involuntary spasms that caused her to twitch every few seconds—Reece lifted his head.
“Someone likes anal play,” he said.
“I did not like that,” she said breathlessly. “I loved it.”
“Are your arms tired?” he asked.
She shifted her concentration from the pleasure between her thighs to other, seemingly unnecessary, body parts. Her shoulders were a bit uncomfortable. “Yeah.
You can untie me now. I’m satisfied.”
Reece chuckled. “I’m not. Watching you get off has me aching for you.” Chapter Eighteen
Reece untied the bindings holding Lara’s legs to the table first. He rubbed her hips, to ease her muscles and then moved to the other side of the table to release her arms.
She’d been so open during that entire session not just physically, but emotionally.
Reece felt the need to reward her. He was just glad that idiot, Kojiro, had remained under his control the entire time. The guy ruined everything.
Once Lara was free, Reece unrolled a mattress across the floor. She winced as she rotated her shoulders to regain her motility. Reece owed her a massage, which he was already thinking would be more his pleasure than hers.
He took her hand and led her to the mattress. “Lie here on your bel y,” he said. “I’ll help you get the kinks out.”
“I’d rather get my kinks on.”
Reece laughed. “More of that later.”
He washed his hands in a bucket of water before kneeling beside her on the mattress. He leaned across her body and massaged her back, starting between her shoulders and working his way down to her buttocks. She sighed in content bliss.
“I’m going to insist you tie me up more often if this is outcome,” she murmured.
He moved to straddle her thighs, acutely aware of how hard his cock was as he leaned over her and it slid up the cleft between the plump cheeks of her ass. She rocked back against him, nudging his bal s and changing his focus from wanting to relax her to wanting to excite her.
He leaned over her and massaged her shoulders, rubbing his cock up and down the crack of her ass with the same rhythm. As he worked his way down to the middle of her back—working her muscles with the heels of his hands and his fingertips—he shifted his body farther down her thighs until the head of his cock was bumping against her anus with each rocking motion.
She murmured something incoherent and lifted her hips. Reece repositioned one knee between her legs. When she relaxed and spread her legs wider, he moved his other knee and laid down across her back. He kissed her shoulders as he moved his pelvis against her ass in a sensual dance, seeking entrance to her body without the guidance of his hands. When his cock found her tight opening at last, he eased into her slowly, rotating his hips as he burrowed deeper. Hana hadn’t been lying earlier. She wasn’t a virgin. And currently, she wasn’t protesting. He was infinitely grateful that Lara was stil in control, because he couldn’t conceive of being without his Lara at the moment. She began to move with him, writhing her hips, rocking back to meet his slow thrusts.
He slid an arm beneath her bel y and slowly eased her up onto her knees, his cock only slightly buried within her. He pressed a hand on her shoulders to keep her face on the mattress as he thrust into her from behind. He reached around to stroke her clit and seek her slick juices. When she began to moan and rock back against him harder and harder, he moved his hand to her ass and slid his slickened finger into her back entrance. She relaxed, accepting his finger deep and groaned in bliss when he began to rotate it inside her.
Reece’s pleasure began to build, tugging at his balls, drawing him towards release.
When he felt her orgasm grip his cock in hard spasms, he let himself follow her, driving himself hard into her body as the bursts of pleasure at the base of cock and deep inside sent him into an abyss of satisfaction. He groaned in bliss as his fluids flooded her body in hard pulses of ecstasy. He tugged his fingertip free of her ass and wrapped both arms around her waist, drawing her back against his belly as they col apsed on the mattress in front of them.
That was when Reece lost his grip on his host’s actions and Kojiro returned. The coldness within his heart melted within the heat of his little ninja woman’s body.
Still buried inside her, Kojiro kissed Hana’s shoulder with a tenderness he did not know he possessed. He’d known from the start that she was the one fate had chosen for him and these emotions, this pleasure, only solidified his feelings. Hana was his one.
His only. His love. He knew it with as much certainty as he knew the sun would rise in East in the morning. That’s why he was so stunned when he realized her body was trembling beneath him, not because she was shuddering in mutual bliss, but because she was crying.
“Hana,” he murmured, stroking her long black hair from her face. “Why do you cry, my love?”
“H-how can I feel this way about you, when you are the one who kil ed my brother? I hate you. I must.”
But he loved her. And she would love him, too. Very soon. He demanded it of her.
Chapter Nineteen
Lara blinked her eyes open when a beam of bright sunlight crossed her eyelids.
Hana had spent the night lying beside Kojiro contemplating his murder and denying the tangle of confused emotions she was feeling. She’d eventual y passed out from exhaustion and apparently that al owed Lara to take the upper hand again, though she was feeling the effects of a mostly sleepless night.
Reece was not beside her when she awoke, but her kimono was there, neatly folded. She got dressed and slid the door open. Had Hana been cognizant, she would have tried to escape and return to her village, but Lara just wanted to find Reece. As soon as she stepped onto the porch outside the room, a teenage boy stood and offered her a nod.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“I am your chaperone, Hojo.”
More like guard, she thought, and not a very good one. Hana could have easily taken him down with her mad ninja skills. Lara nodded in acceptance, however, and made her way down the wide wooden porch towards the lovely garden in the center courtyard. Trickling water fed into a smal pond. A bamboo tube on a pivot filled with water and dropped to thunk against a rock, spil ing water into an overflowing basin before returning upright to fill once more. Budding plants hinted at spring with tiny unfurling leaves in bright greens and deep reds. A bird chirped. An insect hummed. Lara descended the stairs and stood on a dirt path, searching the soothing area for signs of human life.
“Where is Kojiro?” Lara asked the vigilant young man at her side.
“He is training with the other samurai as he does each morning.” Lara imagined Reece shirtless and sweaty, his sculpted muscles straining with the exertion of his exercises. The corners of her mouth lifted with pleasure. “Can I watch?” When Hojo didn’t answer, Lara turned to look at him. He glanced wistfully to the East where the rhythmic shouts of maybe a dozen men could be heard. Lara assumed the samurai were making those sounds as they trained. “I am supposed to escort you to Aika so she can start teaching you to play the koto,” Hojo said.
She’d much rather admire Reece than pluck strings
. “Just for a moment. You would like to watch them as well, wouldn’t you?”
His dark eyes lit up with excitement. “I hope to start training with them soon.”
“You wish to be samurai?”
He nodded. “I will fight for our honorable Shogun. Do you wish to be samurai?” Lara took a step backward, thrown off-guard by his question. “Women cannot be samurai,” she said automatically.
“There are very few,” he admitted.
Lara hadn’t known that there were any female samurai, but then she hadn’t known there were any female ninja either. She wasn’t quite sure what the difference between the two types of warriors was. Was it merely social class? Fighting style? Rituals?
Bushido? Whatever the heck that was…