Branded (2 page)

“Let’s get you through tonight and
then we can deal with my lack of a love life.” Her friend gave her
a gentle hug, then carefully smoothed her hands over the highly
structured hair. “You look beautiful. Enjoy yourself and don’t do
anything you don’t want to do. Oh, I almost forgot, I put some
condoms in your purse as well. Use them even though there will be
no actual intercourse.”

“See, you think of everything. I’ve
been so intent on getting dressed appropriately and then into his
room, that I forgot all about those.”

“That’s what friends are for. Go
have fun, feel sexy, and I’m sure as soon as he sees you he’ll drop
to his knees with need.”

“There’s a lovely image, that big
hunk of a man on his knees in front of me. I could handle that.”
She turned and made her way to the door. “See you later,
Molly.”

“I’ll want details.”

“Maybe,” Sakura looked over her
shoulder as she left the room and laughed.

Walking down the hallway was
awkward in the slim column of her kimono and the wooden sandals.
What she had on was pretty, although definitely not for someone who
chose to wear clothes that allowed her to walk as quickly and
easily as she wanted. Turning the corner, she passed through the
elevator bay and saw the concierge standing at the end of the
hallway.

This was her first test to see if
she was recognizable. She knew the man, although they mainly
handled business over the phone. All he knew was what she’d told
him during their previous conversation. Nakamura Enterprises would
take care of supplying and paying the woman, taking any concerns
away from the hotel.

“Sumimasen, Nakamura Enterprises
asked me to meet with a Wilson-san. Am I at his room?”

“Yes, yes, please hurry,” he said
while opening the door. “The gentleman said he’d be back by nine
and was very particular about having you already in the room,
waiting for his return. While he wouldn’t state it specifically, I
believe I know the position you should be in to greet him. I’ve
dealt with Westerners before and they have an image of how a geisha
should act. Be submissive, entertaining, and speak only when spoken
to. No eye contact, either. You’re here to fulfill a fantasy, as
well as satisfy his desire.” Hiedo helped her settle into a
kneeling position, with her head bowed and hands folded together
beneath the kimono’s long sleeves and resting in her lap. She was
ready to serve.

Obviously he’d helped other women
in a similar position before, since the man managed to be very
careful and meticulous in how he fixed her kimono and obi. It was
oddly comforting to know he had experience and that she’d passed
his discerning eye. Considering she wasn’t a prostitute and had
never dressed up as a geisha, she felt pleased to pull off such a
feat.

“There, you look perfect. Do you
have any questions before I go wait outside for the gentleman to
arrive?”

“Ile.”

“Good, let me close the curtain and
dim the lights, help set a mood, there we go. Okay, we’re all set
then. O daiji ni.”

The concierge quietly closed the
door behind him after telling her to take care of herself. How
thoughtful. Sakura took a deep breath and realized she was more
eager than nervous about what would happen. Matt starred in her
most erotic fantasies and she couldn’t be more excited to finally
share an intimate evening with him. At the moment, he probably
wouldn’t be bothered with the true identity of his partner,
although she had a feeling he would later.

Before she had a chance to think
any further about what to expect, the door opened again. Even
though her head was bowed, she immediately knew her cowboy stood
there, looking at her. Only at her, and the knowledge of him
focusing on her so intently filled Sakura with a sense of power
she’d never experienced before.

Simply knowing he was there caused
her nipples to tighten and her pussy to fill with honey. She knew,
without a doubt, that he’d satisfy her as much as was legally
possible.

For months and without any effort,
the man’s natural sensuality seduced her over the phone. Each time
they talked business and flirted with each other long distance,
there’d been a picture of him dressed as a cowboy in her head. As
time went on, the image morphed into him naked, except for his hat
and boots, and always hard for her. Inevitably, with the naughty
image of him teasing her and the deep voice talking to her, she
usually had a struggle to keep their interactions on a professional
level. Somehow she’d managed to do just that, but then he came to
Japan and it became more difficult to work with him. In person,
Matt was even more handsome and desirable than he’d been in her
imagination, and who he was inside shined through.

Thankfully, satisfaction finally
stood within her reach. Eager for everything to start, she’d
already decided to keep her voice low and emphasize English not
being her first language. With a husky whisper, she greeted him in
a way he’d surely understand and yet would be subtly naughty,
something that would hopefully turn him on even further upon
hearing.

“Konnichiwa, cowboy.”

“And hello to you, pretty little
geisha.”

His voice was deep and sexy, and
goose bumps trickled across her flesh much as they would when they
spoke on the phone. Hearing and seeing him at the same time made
the experience even more enticing, and there was no need to hold
back her desires. If there’d been any doubts about her dressing up
as prostitute-cum-geisha, they were washed away by the lust he
created by merely existing in her presence.

“Nihongo o hanashimasu ka?” Sakura
knew he couldn’t understand her language—only in the heat of the
moment she hadn’t been sure what else to say or do something he’d
recognize. Despite thinking about every detail with regards to the
night and what would happen, she hadn’t anticipated the nerves
taking over when they met.

“Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese. I
know a few words, but that’s about it,” he said and shrugged his
shoulders.

“Oh,” she offered while still
looking down at the tips of his boots. Refraining from eye contact
would be one of the more difficult tasks she’d need to master for
her time with him to succeed.

“My turn. Are you okay with our
speaking English?”

“Hai. Sorry, yes.”

“Good. What’s your name?” He hadn’t
walked any further into the room, but appeared at ease as he stood
with his hands in his pockets.

“Yuki.” Not having thought he’d ask
her name, without thinking, she chose her second name. It made
sense because when she looked back on the night, there’d be some
sort of connection between what actually happened and her
memories.

“Konnichiwa, Yuki, I’m Matt. Shall
we get the details of what I want tonight out of the
way?”

Nodding her head, she finally stole
a peek at him. The cowboy boots were there, as usual, and suited
him perfectly. Like his jeans, they had a lived-in look, although
right then he didn’t look as if he’d just come from the range. He
also wore a white shirt and blazer and looked so handsome. From the
tiny triangle of flesh visible at the base of his neck, her gaze
slipped up and darted to his face before moving to his black felt
hat, then back down to his boots.

In the brief glance to his face,
she noticed his beautiful green eyes looked more intense than she’d
seen before. There was no doubt what was on his mind, raw lust
reflected in his orbs. The discovery caused passion to bloom even
greater inside her body. He needed her and she couldn’t be more
pleased. She’d absolutely made the right decision to play an
obedient geisha for him.

“The concierge said our time
together would be one hundred thousand yen.” She could see the
stash of bills held out and wanted nothing to do with them. It was
a great deal of money, a sum no real prostitute would turn down.
However, she wasn’t one and wasn’t sure how to decline without
giving herself away. No way would she let that happen, not when she
was so close to having all of him.

“After,” she pleaded quietly. Of
course, she wouldn’t take the money. What they were about to do was
her as much her fantasy as his.

“Fine,” he offered as he set the
money on a dresser table and turned back to face her kneeling form.
“So we’re clear, I’m looking for a submissive manner and you seem
to have that down pat. I also understand oral, anal and except for
a finger or two, non-penetrative vaginal sex is permitted,
correct?”

“Hai,” she confirmed with a small
nod, secretly proud to know he wasn’t easily led by his needs. In
his knowing the law, Matt had, in her eyes at least, shown he
controlled his destiny and wouldn’t leave it up to anyone else. The
ability to do that and the ease with which he appeared to contain
his needs made him more enticing. Would he ever do anything that
turned her off, or was he someone she would do anything to be
with?

While he took off his blazer and
tossed it onto the bed, he threw another question out she hadn’t
thought about.

“What if I spanked your ass, or
pinched and twisted your nipples or tender clit? Would you like
that or not?”

The brief picture he painted stole
her breath and, before she managed to regain enough to answer, she
watched him treat his shirt in the same way. Wearing his hat,
jeans, and boots, he made his way over to the chair by the window
and sat down. Ultimately, he faced her with his legs spread wide,
as if welcoming her to his body, and she was lost.

“Well?” From beneath lowered lids,
she watched as he unbuckled the belt before slowly unbuttoning the
jeans. She tried to respond verbally, but the words were locked in
her throat, and she finally managed a nod. The man was bigger than
life and such a turn on, and seeing how large the bulge between his
legs grew under her focused gaze stole all thoughts from her mind
other than achieving sexual gratification.

Even though her hands clasped
together in her lap, she couldn’t stop her fingers from fidgeting
with a desire to stroke the tempting package.

“Come over here, my little geisha
girl, and show me how you entertain men with that sexy painted
mouth.”

There was no elegant way to stand
up on her own, even crawling would be difficult unless she shifted
the kimono out of the way. Letting her purse and fan fall from her
wrists, she lifted one knee up a bit, pulled the silk robe from
underneath, then repeated the process with the other before making
her way to Matt. Sakura knew her breasts weren’t large, although
she knew pushing her arms closer to her body created a dark crevice
which, hopefully, would entice him to investigate them further.
From the fire blazing in his eyes, she believed it
worked.

Once she found herself kneeling
between his legs, Sakura finally was able to do what she wanted
most: truly touch him, all of him. She ran her hands from his
knees, along the seam on his inner thighs until her thumbs rubbed
over his denim covered balls. Savoring the feel of him, she smiled
inside when she heard him suck in his breath and hold it as she
turned her hands to cup his long cock. She inhaled more air,
thrilled with how alive he felt beneath her touch. Throbbing from
his rod picked up speed and encouraged her to imagine how it would
feel when it was inside her body. She wasted no further time in
getting to know him personally. Sliding her hands up and down the
hard length, she ignored the fact he remained covered by his pants,
and sought to feel as much of him as possible.

Soon it wasn’t enough. Separating
the jeans’ placket, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the
cotton-covered steel pole beneath. The flesh beneath her lips felt
hot and bounced at her soft touch, obviously eager for some up
close and personal attention. Mentally submerged in lust and
excitement, she forgot about her extensive makeup and how it might
mark his tight white underwear, but when she pulled back and saw
the evidence of her lips, she loved it.

The subtle, reddish-pink dot from
her lips resembled the center of a target on his underwear and she
went right back to the same spot for more. Opening her mouth, she
rested her teeth around his hard rod as if ready to take a bite,
except she wouldn’t. Instead, she lightly ran her mouth along his
length, leaving a thin colored stripe on each side.

Sakura was so intent on leaving her
mark on him, she hadn’t realized how close to the edge he’d become
until he slipped his hands into her hair, causing the bells on her
comb to tinkle gently. He held her head still, poised within a
breath of touching his hard-on where it emerged from the
waistband.

“Fucking nice, now pull my cock all
the way out.”

She wasn’t sure how to do what he
wanted. The underwear looked like shorts that were painted on him.
There was an opening, except she wanted access to all of him, not
just a small portion. Knowing what she truly wanted, Sakura wasted
little time in stripping him down, only with her own
twist.

Using both hands, she tugged both
his jeans and underwear by their waistbands. Apparently he was in
the same hurried frame of mind. Matt moved his hands to the chair’s
armrests and lifted up enough for her to pull it all down until
they rested around his ankles. Once there, she tugged on his boots
until they came off. Sakura took off his clothes and then put his
boots back on.