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took in her bountiful breasts and hourglass hips, tastefully concealed in a black lace bodysuit.

But still it was too much. “Please take that off,” he heard himself say.

“The lingerie?” she asked.

He nodded. “I will wait for you in the suite.”

No placed himself in one of the tufted cream chairs that Miyuki and the two sales women had recently abandoned. He’d summarily dismissed them upon arrival, wanting to have Ana all to himself. And truth be told, it felt much safer to sit out here than remain in the dressing room doorway while Ana undressed.

But in spite of all his efforts, No still found himself fighting for control when Ana walked into the suite completely nude, allowing him to see the results of yesterday’s spa makeover. She was just as lovely as he remembered and even more to his taste.

“Your hair…” he began.

“I know, I know,” she interrupted. “I still need to straighten it.” Her tone was apologetic and he realized she’d mistaken his silence for disapproval. “Then I think I’ll be done.”

She
hoped
she’d be done, if the slight grumbling note in her voice was any indication.

No gazed at her for a long, silent moment. He was desperately trying to understand why he was here with her. He had much to do. There were piles of notes to go through before the IEEE Robotics and Automation Conference in Singapore where he planned to present his division’s rather anemic automated safety control plans for the coming years. And his father would never forgive him if he showed up underprepared.

But No remained seated, his manhood heavy inside his pants as he nodded toward the garment rack. “I would like to see you try on the other items.”

Then he gripped his hands tightly on the front end of the chair’s padded arm rests to keep from touching himself as he watched her. Stepping in and stepping out of the fragile, barely there garments.

Each piece was a work of erotic art, designed to arouse, titillate, and enhance. And the pretty pieces did their job. It became harder and harder with each new item she tried on—his cock and holding on to his resolve. Especially when he realized he wasn’t the only one having a hard time.

By the third piece of lingerie, Ana’s breasts had fully budded. By the fifth, she was noticeably glistening between her legs.

She finally stopped before trying on the sixth piece—a clamshell bra and pantie set with an art deco lace overlay.

“I would like for you to keep going, please,” he said with the slightest of head bows.

“Um, well, I think this stuff is pretty expensive,” she answered, her eyes lowered.

“And I’m getting really— I’m afraid I’m going to make a mess of anything I try on now.

And that will mean you’ll have to pay for stuff you might not want.”

Before her confession, he’d been keeping a loose mental list of the lingerie, ranking them by what he wanted to rip off of her (keep) and what he wanted her to remove (discard).

But now…

“Keep going, please,” he choked out. “Do not worry about cost.”

He mentally cursed at how out of control he felt, but he did not pull his gaze from her as she tried on another bra and panty set as instructed. Perhaps unconsciously, she rubbed her hands over her heavy breasts before placing them inside each of the art deco-style bra cups, and she seemed to spend more time adjusting the matching lace panties than was probably necessary.

No was entranced and watched her with heavily lidded eyes. “I would like for you to keep going.”

“Keep going,” she repeated, obviously not understanding.

“This assignment is making you uncomfortable,” he said. “I can see you are distracted from trying on clothes. Undistract yourself, please.”

More confusion, then…

“Oh, you want me to…?” She looked away, seemingly unable to say the actual words. “Right here?”

“
Hai
,” he answered. Fisting his hands more tightly around the arm rest because he knew if she complied with his request, it would take more than simple willpower to keep from touching himself.

More hesitation on her part. He watched Ana look all around the room, as if trying to figure out what to do. She seemed visibly uncomfortable and he was fairly certain her discomfort was real. But in the end, she must have realized she had no choice in the matter.

She was his to do with as he pleased, and per the contract, she was required to grant his every request.

“Well…I guess you’re definitely buying this one,” she mumbled as her hand slipped beneath the black lace waistband.

Chapter Ten

LILLI HAD NEVER BEEN SO TURNED on. Not ever. Until suddenly she wasn’t.

He wanted her to keep going. To masturbate right there. In front of him. Jesus…!

This was definitely a bridge too far for Lilliana Tucker, the girl who considered herself the opposite of raunchy, and who thought doing it with the lights on was adventurous.

And right now, not only were the lights were on, but Mr. Nakamura was sitting there waiting for her to put on a show, his eyes intent in a way that belied his casual posture.

Lilli couldn’t look at him. Instead she dropped her gaze to the side as she slipped a tentative hand between her legs.

She inhaled deeply, her thoughts stuttering a little at what she found. She was incredibly warm and wet inside the panties. Slick in a way she barely recognized.

Lilli never would have guessed it before this moment, but apparently she liked being watched. She liked it so much, it felt like a knife of electricity shot through her womb as soon as she touched herself.

With him watching.

Oh God
… She started rubbing. At first in slow, tentative circles, deeply aware of his gaze just a short distance away.

But then she picked up speed and her movements became less tentative and more focused. Suddenly it was no longer enough to look away from. Just the memory of his gaze, so intent, while the rest of him remained cold and rigid…it did something to her.

Made her rub faster and harder, rendering her pussy an even sloppier mess.

She didn’t realize how excited she was until he said, “It is important to remain quiet, Ana-san, or else everyone will hear.”

Fuck, how embarrassing!

Or at least it should have been.

But apparently, Lilli didn’t really care, because she found herself going harder at her own pussy. Biting her lip as she bent over the arm of a nearby chair so she could push her fingers in deeper, and rub even harder with the ball of her hand, until…

A whispered, “Oh fuck…” exploded from her mouth, her lips no longer able to hold back the quiet storm.

Lilli came like a maniac under his watchful gaze. Shuddering into her own hand as

she completely soaked the panties with her release.

She had no idea how long the orgasm lasted, but it must have been a while because when she was finally able to straighten, to stand back up on weak and trembling legs, she saw he was out of his seat and standing over her.

Close, but not so close that they were actually touching.

“Thank you,” he said, his deep voice quiet and low. “I have enjoyed spending my lunch hour with you in this way. But I must return to work now.”

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, rushing to put her polite mask back on just as quickly as he’d replaced his.

“I have just now texted Miyuki to buy you whatever items you choose. But as for the ones you’re wearing…”

He held both hands out in front of him, palms turned upwards, which she recognized as the Japanese way of receiving a business card or a gift. But she didn’t have any business cards, and why would he think she’d be giving him a gift—?

Oh.

Oh.

The answered dawned on her as clear and bright as the sun now high in the sky.
Oh.

My. God.
she thought to herself, even as she slid her thumbs into the sides of the black lace waistband.

Just when she thought the erotic tension between them couldn’t get any more strange or awkward, she found herself stepping out of the panties she’d just masturbated in…

And placing them into his outstretched palms.

“Thank you,” he said again, as he pocketed the soaked panties with the gravitas of a prince receiving precious jewels.

“Um, no problem,” she replied, taking a sudden interest in his sleek black wingtips, just a few inches from her own bare feet. “So what now? Do we kiss goodbye?”

Mr. Nakamura remained silent for so long, she finally raised her eyes to see what was going on. He was studying her, his dark gaze twinkling with the same amusement she’d noticed when she asked if they should kiss to make sure they had chemistry.

Eventually he answered her with a slow shake of his head. “Not here. Not in public, when anyone could walk in unannounced. That is not my way.”

First she looked around the room wondering if she was missing something. They were hardly in public. It was just the two of them and she was nude from the waist down. Then she turned her gaze back to him, looking slightly amused as she asked, “So having me masturbate for you in a private room is totally cool, but kissing isn’t?”

A smile floated on his lips and he leaned in even closer to ask, “Tell me, are you disappointed that I will not let you kiss me here?”

“Well, no. I guess not,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s just…

weird. This whole situation is…weird for me, I guess.”

“It is your first time,” he said, nodding. “I understand. But now I must go. I have much work to do. I will only see you once more. Tonight. Before I leave in the morning.”

“Okay, that’s cool,” she said, taking a step backwards and wondering if there was something she could take to make situations like this less awkward.

Lilli was beginning to realize why half her roommates appeared to be functioning alcoholics, while the others were willing to risk harsh Japanese prison sentences in order to procure hash. Maybe it was the only way to keep your nerves steady under the circumstances.

“Well, thanks for dropping by,” she said, falling back on the Japanese default of politeness.

Mr. Nakamura nodded. Then said, “For these six months, I would not like for you to make your hair long again. I prefer it the way you wore it at Void, the way it is now.

That is what I was attempting to say earlier.”

“Okay,” she said, biting back a smile, because after two days of getting plucked and prodded six ways to Sunday, it was nice to hear there was at least one thing he actually liked about her real self.

Lilli expected him to go after that exchange, but he remained standing there. His lips hovering, their bodies so close, she could feel the heat coming off of him. And her eyes hooded, her lips expecting the kiss his words had denied her.

But then at the last moment, he closed his eyes and looked away, his jaw clenched hard.

“I will see you tonight,” he said in a cold voice before leaving the room without another word.

Chapter Eleven

WHAT WAS THAT
?
Lilli wondered in a daze as she walked back into the small dressing room at the other end of the suite. In the wake of his departure, she felt like a hit-and-run victim. Barely able to stand on wobbly legs. What had just happened? She was only doing this for Doug, so why was she so turned on by what had just transpired—or rather
not
transpired—in the personal shopping suite?

She sucked in a breath as she pulled her everyday bra back on over seriously pebbled nipples. Why was she still so helplessly, undeniably turned on?

Despite her lingering shame and embarrassment, Lilli wanted to touch herself again. To sink her fingers into her warm pussy and masturbate to thoughts of the man with the obsidian eyes. The one who’d watched her get dressed and undressed like a hawk before she made herself come in front of him. The one who hadn’t touched her today. Not even once.

Had he merely stopped by to tease her. To toy with her like a cat does a mouse?

If so, it had worked.

Fully dressed, but feeling like a live wire, Lilli didn’t even entertain Miyuki’s suggestion that they grab lunch before going to the next shop.

“I trust you to buy everything else,” she told Miyuki. Because there was absolutely no way she was going to put any more clothes on her throbbing body today.

“Can—I mean,
may
we go home now?” Lilli asked.

“Of course,” Miyuki answered with a bright and cheerful smile. “We will go home now,
hai
.”

And that was that. Only it wasn’t really. Because in the car, Lilli, who’d never, ever made a habit of being difficult, started to feel guilty. Poor Miyuki was probably starving and it wasn’t her fault Lilli was too turned on to continue.

“You know what? We can still have lunch,” she told Mr. Nakamura’s assistant.

“There’s a good
okonomiyaki
place just below my apartment.”

“Oh, that is not necessary,” Miyuki answered.

“Sure it is! You’ve been very patient and kind with me, and I want you to eat,” Lilli insisted.

“Okay,” Miyuki answered after more back and forth. “But if it is okay, I know another
okonomiyaki
place. Maybe it is better to you.”

“Oh my God, this so much better to me!” Lilli exclaimed a few minutes later. Mere moments after taking her first bite of the savory cabbage and pork pancake dish. The little restaurant Miyuki had chosen for lunch was fantastic. It was the best
okonomiyaki
Lilli had tasted during her time in Japan. The menu was reasonably priced, and even better, it was located in the Umeda Sky Building, a two-towered modern glass Osaka landmark building that Lilli had been meaning to visit for some time.

“How did you even find this place?” she asked Miyuki between bites of the delicious fried dish. “You don’t exactly seem like the type who’d eat a ton of
okonomiyaki
.”

In fact,
okonomiyaki
wasn’t considered a very high class food, nor was it particularly healthy. One of her black friends at the international school had referred to it, along with takoyaki—a delicious fried, ball-shaped octopus dish, as “Osaka soul food” because of all the batter and deep frying that went into making the dishes.