Yakuza Wife: Arranged Marriage

“How is the training going?”

“One thing I can say for her is she’s resilient…! She hasn’t given up even once…takes all the fun out of it…” Sachiko replied. Sessho-maru chuckled.

“I may not like your father but one thing I must say is he’s got an eye for talent. This girl has the makings of an excellent Yakuza, let alone the wife of one…”

“Really…”Sessho-maru raised an eyebrow.

“Mind your manners with her, Sessho-maru. Treat her right and she could become your greatest asset…”

Sessho-maru slipped the cell phone back into his pocket, staring out the window into the busy street below. The shower cut off in the bathroom and he glanced at the woman who emerged.

“Who were you talking to?” she asked, coming to his side.

“Since when is that any of your business?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“…Don’t be mad…” she purred, pressing herself intimately against him. Sessho-maru growled, pulling her away from him by the scruff of her neck. She gave a squeal as he ripped away her towel, shoving her against the cool glass of the window.

“Sessho-maru-sama…” she whimpered in distress.

“Silence” he hissed in her ear, kicking her knees apart. She gave a breathy cry as he forced his hardness between the soft dampening folds of her sex. He proceeded to pound her harshly, forcing her breasts against the glass with each thrust.

“Ah…AH! Sessho-maru-sama…! So good!!”

“…what a loose woman you are…I’m violating you and all you can do is moan and beg for more…” he growled in her ear.

“…Sessho-maru-sama…not so…AH!!” she cried arching her back forcing her stiff nipples against the cool surface of the window. Sessho-maru growled in disgust, pulling out of her as she collapsed boneless to the floor.

“Bitch, who gave you permission to come?” he snarled. Grasping a handful of her hair, he pressed his still hard member against her lips. “Now, suck me until finish…”

She purred, flicking her tongue over the mushroom tip. She eased as much of him into her mouth as she could, suckling him like a starving calf.

“Take it all, bitch!” Sessho-maru growled, literally shoving himself down her throat. She gagged, digging her nails into his thighs. Sessho-maru leaned his head back with a satisfied groan, thrusting into her mouth.

 

“Do I…have to learn this…?” Fawks flinched, eyeing the Kama Sutra Sachiko had lain down in front of her.

“Of course…! You must be able to please your husband in the bedroom when he is with you” Sachiko sniffed.

“What do you mean ‘when he’s with me’?” Fawks raised an eyebrow.

 Sachiko’s gaze became distant, “We cannot help what our husbands choose to do when they are far from our sight…”

Fawks glared into the table, “Sachiko-san?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think…Sessho-maru-sama could…come to love me?”

Sachiko blinked at the girl in shock, “It’s…not impossible…”

Fawks nodded fixing her with her determined green eyes, “I’m going to make him fall in love with me. He won’t be able to resist”

Sachiko smiled, stroking back her hair, “I’m sure you will”