The young woman looked regal and elegant. She was petite, waif-thin, and Japanese. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that trailed down her back. Her almond-shaped and shocked eyes blinked at my nakedness, and her gaze dropped immediately to the floor.
I took a hesitant step backward, stunned, and in my confusion I didn’t notice him until he set a hand on her shoulder. There was no doubt in my mind who he was. He stood with perfect posture which made him seem impressively tall even though he was probably the same height as me without the heels.
Akira was older. Late forties, or maybe even fifty. Handsome, but serious and intimidating. His black hair was long, falling past his ears. This man had presence . . . and command. It forced me to stare at his feet, like it would be rude to look at him without permission. His black suit seemed to match his eyes, and the fabric looked expensive.
What the hell was going on?
Dominic’s hand settled in the small of my back and I jumped at his touch. He bowed respectfully and Akira did the same back. It seemed like there were introductions, and then the couple entered the apartment, shut the door, and removed their shoes.
“Payton,” Dominic said. “This is Master Akira, and her name is Yuriko.”
It was disorienting to be the only one without clothes on. Sure, both men had seen me naked, and she was a woman, but the confusion over the situation left me feeling scattered. What was she here for?
I bowed to them, feeling like an idiot. Why hadn’t I learned to do that properly? They returned the bow, their faces unchanged. Yuriko’s gaze wandered up my body almost like she was curious.
“What’s going on?” I tried to stay calm.
“He’s training her to be his submissive and he needs our help.” Dominic flushed. “Your help, actually.”
“My help? With what?”
“He wants to push her soft limits. It’ll be her final test before she becomes his.”
I stood still as Akira peeled off his suitcoat and passed it to Yuriko, and Dominic showed her the tiny closet where we stored everything. Her jacket came off as well, revealing a slender body under a black wrap dress.
“Do either of them speak English?” I asked.
“No.” A smile lurked under Dominic’s lips. He’d be the only one in the room who could understand everything being said.
“What are her soft limits?”
Akira spoke and discussion broke out between the men. It left me to examine her closer. She looked about my age, maybe a little older. It was tough to say. Her skin was flawless porcelain. Her dark eyes examined me right back, like she was fascinated. Then Akira said something to her, and her attention snapped back to him. Her soft, innocent face went tense. As if whatever the plan was for this evening, she was just learning about it now.
I wasn’t in the same boat as her. I knew even less.
Dominic said something and gestured to the table, and after a brief glance, Akira nodded. Abruptly Dominic was backing me toward it.
“What was all that about?” I asked.
My ass was cold on the tabletop as he sat me there. His face was a mixture of excitement and something else. Anxiety?
“She’s never been with another woman before, but she wants to.”
“That doesn’t sound like a limit.”
“It’s not. We’ll get to that in a second.” Dominic’s hands slipped around my waist. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”
“Well, yeah.”
“What would you say,” his voice dropped to a hush, “if I told her she was allowed to touch you?”
I put my hands on his forearms and slowly ran them up until
I could lace my fingers together behind his neck. This woman didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes off of me. She wanted me. My pulse thumped steady and fast at the idea.
“Would you like that?” His voice was so fucking sexy when he whispered.
I nodded.