Queen of Love

Chapter 16

Everytimethetrain lurched to the left, the man sitting two seats down from Aya almost rolled right into her and saw what she was texting on her phone.

”…I can think of a few things I could do to that ass of yours.” Aya glanced at the older salaryman to her left. There was no telling if he understood English or not. That age, that kind of suit, and that nice of a briefcase? Hm. Possible. Most people also didn’t intentionally read a stranger’s texts, but when the trains were crowded and the tunnels twisting and turning beneath Tokyo, some things could not be helped. I once read a young man posting the strangest sexual fantasies to some forum named 2ch.

The subway was not that crowded that Sunday evening, though. After a few more stops, Aya had the bench to herself. She also wasn’t that far from Shibuya Station, where she would transfer to catch the last couple of stops home. Or, if the weather were nice enough, she might walk the rest of the way to Meguro.

“I’m already tingling for you to touch me,” Genevieve wrote back. “Like you did the other night.”

She was referring to their video call. “That was all you. Very impressive, by the way. Now I know the perfect way to touch you the next time we do meet.”

“I have to go,” Genevieve suddenly wrote. “I’m meeting with an old friend for dinner. I’ll make sure to text you good night if this goes on too late.”

“I miss you already.”

Aya stared ahead, absorbing the latest ad for BASIC English Conversation School. As the train pulled into the station before Shibuya, a small handful of people got on, but nobody sat next to Aya.

Once the coast was clear, she opened a new search window on her phone’s browser.

“Types of kinky domination,” she searched in English.

Her safe filter was off, of course, but she still wasn’t prepared for some of the headlines and images that appeared on her screen. Right away, Aya was convinced she ended up on a list somewhere, as if the NSA and the Japanese equivalent were watching out for forty-year-old women interested in taking their Top Game to the next level.

She scrolled through thoughtful articles and raunchy pictures about Dom/sub relationships and something called pet play. Something immediately made Aya scroll faster, her mouth twisting in disbelief and her nostrils snorting so loudly, a young woman sitting across from her looked up from her own phone.

I can’t. That’s so ridiculous. Aya also had a feeling Genevieve was not into being paraded around on a leash and asked to call her dominant master. Oof! Or is that woof? The real reason Aya was compelled to laugh, though, was because it was such an awkward thing to think about. Let alone broach with a woman like Genevieve Liu!

She kept scrolling. The automated voice on the train announced they were reaching Shibuya, the terminus station for the line.

Age play? No.

Giving orders? Hm. Maybe.

Domestic discipline? Oh, honey…

The train slowed. Aya fanned the front of her flannel shirt and almost knocked the mask off her face when she ran her hand through her hair. As people got up around her and prepared to disembark, she promised herself she would look at one more, have her laugh, and later ask Genevieve what she really wanted.

Financial domination.

Aya did a double-take at that. What in the world?

What she uncovered not only expanded her mind, but almost made her miss her connecting train.

“Financial Domination: The act of a dominant in a relationship commanding or extorting money from the submissive. This act is usually for the submissive, but also at times for the dominant, in the name of sexual pleasure.”

Yeah. That was a rabbit hole and a half.

Aya was grateful she took the short train ride instead of walking. It gave her ample time to stand in the corner of a train car and stare down at her phone, unraveling the wild and wacky world of “findom.” As it turned out, most of the transactions were strictly business, and many findoms around the world never touched, let alone met, their “cash piggies,” a term that almost made Aya laugh again.

Now there’s something to chew.

She waited until she was home, with a quick stop at a convenience store along the way, before sprawling across her bed and doing something she should have accomplished the moment she met Genevieve Liu.

She Googled her. A total deep dive into the woman who had offered to train Aya in the art of sexual domination.

Genevieve was not an easy woman to uncover, of course. Most of what was out there were PR puff pieces and the most basic LinkedIn profile Aya had ever encountered. She definitely could not figure out how much money Genevieve was worth.

Let’s step back for a second. Aya closed her eyes and slammed her arms down at either side of her. Your girlfriend – emphasis on girlfriend – is one of the richest women in Singapore, a country known for its crazy number of millionaires. Aya could hardly fathom it. She knew Genevieve was rich enough to buy clubs around Asia and fly whenever she pleased, but that wasn’t unlike some of the other clients Atsukatta collected. What made Genevieve different? Besides the fact Aya was banging her?