Temper: Devotion

Temper: Devotion

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Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

With the hot and humid months of the year upon Tokyo, tempers and bodies are even quicker to burst into flames. Honda and his tough demands prove to be a challenge to handle, and Lana finds great satisfaction at showing her physical strength and resilience. But for all the pleasure she draws from her relationship with her two masters, all is not glossy and perfect in her new world. As an unexpected discovery forces the trio to rethink their relationship and future together, its secrecy is threatened. Worse, shapeless and mortal danger looms on the horizon, forcing Honda to finally confess to Lana why he chose her. Hurt and betrayed by his deception, Lana nearly walks out, but understands that only together will they stand a chance to face those threats. Even if it means lying to everyone else - including their dear Yuki. Book 2 of the Temper series, Temper: Devotion picks up right after the end of Temper: Deference.

Summary

With the hot and humid months of the year upon Tokyo, tempers and bodies are even quicker to burst into flames. Honda and his tough demands prove to be a challenge to handle, and Lana finds great satisfaction at showing her physical strength and resilience. But for all the pleasure she draws from her relationship with her two masters, all is not glossy and perfect in her new world.

As an unexpected discovery forces the trio to rethink their relationship and future together, its secrecy is threatened. Worse, shapeless and mortal danger looms on the horizon, forcing Honda to finally confess to Lana why he chose her. Hurt and betrayed by his deception, Lana nearly walks out, but understands that only together will they stand a chance to face those threats. Even if it means lying to everyone else - including their dear Yuki.

Book 2 of the Temper series, Temper: Devotion picks up right after the end of Temper: Deference.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Ladies' Night

Author Chapter Note

Welcome back dear readers! Thank you so much for reading my series. This is the first chapter of the second book of my Temper series. If you haven't done so yet, please read Temper: Deference first, also available on Booksie Silk. Otherwise you will be a bit lost! And now, let's get back to our favorite polyamorous menage.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 22, 2018

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“Lana san, do you have any plans for Friday night?” Yuki’s head peaked through Lana’s bedroom door as she was finishing her hairdo.

“This Friday? No, I’ve got nothing going on for now. I don’t know yet when I’ll be home, though. We’re still deep in post-crisis mode.” Lana glanced at her watch and winced. Not the best day for running late for their first all-department meeting after the earthquake.

“Oh it’s fine, what I’ve got in mind is done later at night. I know you’re a bit behind schedule, but a quick question: do you like going out?”

Lana stopped fighting with her rebellious morning hair. “Going out… as in, to a club? For dancing?”

“Exactly. I’ve got VIP access to some of the best places in town, and I’d like to take you to my favorite spot. I thought you’d enjoy some down time after these past two weeks, and they’re back in business.” 

Lana struggled to find her voice; her brain was having a hard time processing the image of this composed and refined woman participating in serious partying… but then, it was also difficult to imagine her doing some of the naughty stuff they shared together. “Errrr… yes, I guess I could use it, but then it would be a sort of date?” Her voice wasn’t so steady anymore. She had never been out with a woman before and feared being too self-conscious.

Yuki grinned and gave a conspiratorial wink. “Why, yes! A ladies’ night if you wish.”

Her eyebrows lost in her hairline, Lana nodded. “I would be… delighted.” She didn’t know how to ask the question burning her lips, but Yuki seemed to read her mind.

“Don’t worry about him. Goshujin sama isn’t much into this in any case.” Lana tried to imagine Honda on a dancefloor, and indeed, things didn’t add up.

“All right then! It’s a date. I’ll try to get my hands on something suitable by then, because finding new party dresses has not been on my priority shopping list so far.”

“Excellent! Go for something classy; a little black robe will do. We’ll go to a more underground place I love next time.” Lana’s eyes bulged out, and Yuki burst out laughing. “My my, sweetling, I think shocking you will be my new favorite pastime. I’ll have you know that one of the reasons my father couldn’t wait to marry me off was my intense passion for clubbing. He couldn’t imagine my husband would be fine with letting me go out, all by myself. I don’t go out so often now, but I figured it was high time we do something together. Off you go, don’t be late because of me!”



 

Friday night was upon them, and Lana stood in front of her vanity mirror, grimacing at her reflection. They were supposed to leave in thirty minutes, but doubt gnawed at her. This dress is too slutty…  showing waaay too much cleavage, what was I thinking? This is not Torino, and I’m not 20 anymore! And how about I let my hair down? But up is better for dancing. And I have too much foundation.

“Ack!” She threw her brush on her futon, frustrated at herself and annoyed at the butterflies making her stomach queasy. This was a first date, all right, but with someone she was already in an established relationship with! And since when did she care so much about that stuff, anyway?

She sighed and picked up her brush. The truth was, it was the first serious thing Yuki and she were doing together, on top of it as a real couple -- something out of the question with him. Lana rolled her eyes at herself. She was the only one who didn’t know how to handle it. Honda hadn’t made any comment when informed of their plans.

There was a soft knock at her door. “Yes, please come in!” Yuki stepped inside, and Lana’s breath left her in a rush. “Oh Yuki sama, you are… amazing, so beautiful!” she stammered, blood rushing to her cheeks.

Her mistress was stunning: her high collar, dark green dress, slit on each side from her knees to mid-thighs, was like a second skin leaving nothing to the imagination. She wore gold jewelry, which managed to be discreet, yet highlighted her perfect skin. Her hair was down but held in place by a brushing that left it wavy. Lana gulped hard. She was falling head over heels.

“Thank you sweetling,” Yuki replied with a warm smile. “May I say, you are absolutely delicious yourself. This dress fits you so well, and it’s a joy to be able to enjoy your wonderful assets like this.”

She grabbed Lana’s hips and pulled her closer for a searing kiss. “We shouldn’t wait much longer. Otherwise I will lose all interest in going out and will lock you in instead, for the whole weekend.” Lana moaned and leaned to steal another kiss from those ruby-red lips that knew so well how to turn her into a weak puddle.

“Come on, now. The taxi is waiting. Are you ready?” Lana nodded, happy. Her doubts and anxiety had vanished, replaced by excitement and pure pleasure at spending some quality time with her lover.

Yuki stopped by the reading room on their way out. “Goshujin sama, we are leaving. We will be at Chicago’s Soul, have a nice evening.”

Lana was already in the genkan and couldn’t hear his reply. “Will there be any live bands tonight?” she asked as they climbed into the taxi.

“There are always several live acts. At this hour, we might still catch a couple. Afterward, DJs take over the place.” Yuki took Lana’s hand and squeezed it. “Now, let’s make good use of tonight to get to know each other a bit better. I intend to make you drink enough champagne to have you spill out your life story, sweetling,” she chuckled.

Lana’s smile turned forced. She would have to control her intake because she wasn’t ready for that. “Hmm, I’ll make sure you don’t put anything else in my drink, then. Who knows what could happen to me? I could wake up in your bed, and not remember anything, or something just as terrible,” she smirked.

Yuki’s laugh sent new butterflies to Lana’s stomach, but nice one this time. Honda sama, you idiot, why can’t you be content with such a queen at your side…

Yuki leaned toward Lana’s ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Now I regret not having ordered a limousine with a privacy screen. It would be bad press to give this grandpa a good show; and we wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Lana closed her eyes and stifled a moan. “Let’s wait a bit longer,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, neko chan, our VIP lounge is a separate room with full privacy.” Both women shared a steamy look full of promises before falling back into a comfortable silence while their taxi brought them to Shibuya district.

The exclusive nightclub Chicago’s Soul occupied a four-stories high building. Hundreds of patrons waited in line, but Yuki brought them without hesitation to the VIP entrance. She didn’t even have to show her member card for the doors to open wide. Two hostesses brought them to their lounge, a spacious room, all in burgundy, red, and black tones, with large sofas and a bay window offering a perfect view of the dancefloor and scene, two floors below.

“Champagne?” Yuki asked, offering Lana a flute.

After a toast, Lana pointed at the jazz band performing. “Do you mind if we go down to listen? It’s been ages since I had the chance to listen to live jazz and I’d love to be closer than this.”

“Of course! There’s a table booked for us down there. This band is so good, they come back every year from Chicago, and the crowd loves them. Come on, let’s go.” Yuki grabbed Lana’s hand and led them to the flight of stairs.

As soon as they sat at the table, only a few meters away from the scene, Lana found herself lost in the amazing performance of the band. The saxophonist was gifted, and his music stirred a whirlpool of emotions flushing her cheeks and making her hands shake. Warm fingers squeezed her wrist.

"I wish you could see the look on your face and those sparkles in your eyes, sweetling. I am so happy we came here tonight. It was high time you enjoyed something pleasurable like this,” Yuki said in her ear.

Tears blurred Lana’s sight, and she pressed her companion’s hand back. “This is something I didn’t think I needed. Thank you, Yuki sama.”

They remained at their table for about one hour, savoring a fresh bottle of champagne until the concert came to an end. Like everyone else, they jumped on their feet for a standing ovation.

“Dancing time!” Yuki exclaimed. “Do you want to go up again, or shall we stay here and join the crowd once there is some movement going on?”

“Why don’t we stay here for a while, and you tell me how, you, the eldest daughter of a fearsome industry tycoon, get to open the doors of the most exclusive nightclubs in stride?”

Yuki laughed; she massaged Lana’s thigh under the table, and let her fingers crawl up, sending electric shocks to her companion’s core. “Well, you see, while my father has given me the same education as my brothers, to his eternal frustration, he’s never been able to curb my endless search for personal freedom. My desire to explore my drives and be truthful to myself. My mother understood it and helped me, enabling some of my wildest choices -- including my love for partying. My father was mad at me and at her, but he never knew how to hold a grudge against her for very long.” She caressed Lana’s cheek and took a shaky breath. “You would have loved her, and she would have definitely loved you.” Emotions thickened her voice.

Not caring about the crowd around them, Lana leaned forward to kiss Yuki’s neck. Her lover cupped her cheek, pressed her lips and swept her tongue against hers, demanding entrance. Their deep kiss left them breathless.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Yuki said huskily. “Show me what all this extra harsh training is all about, sweetling.”

Lana gave her a dazzling smile and led her by the hand to the center of the dancefloor. Soon, they were lost to the outside world, letting the fast beat and loud music take over their bodies, sweat drenching their backs. Lana’s desire for her companion built up fast, and she had to remind herself they were not alone. The fire in Yuki’s eyes told her a similar story as she grabbed Lana’s waist for a highly charged sensual dance.

“So neko chan, do you see anyone here who catches your eyes, whom you find… interesting?” Yuki purred in Lana’s ear.

Lana squeezed Yuki’s arm around her waist. “Yes, indeed. Lucky me, I’m in her arms,” she replied, beaming.

“So smooth and sweet.” Yuki replied with a large smile. “Now, don’t forget, you’re allowed to look… and more.”

Lana chuckled and shook her head. “As if I could have the energy or even the need to search for someone else with the two of you in my life. Right now, I am quite complete and content, oku sama.”

Yuki remained silent for a while, continuing her complex dance moves, and leading Lana through them. “Intimacy is such a serious thing for you. Why not try the fun side of it? We could find out if one of those beautiful young ladies around us would like to come upstairs with us.”

Lana smiled against the smooth and damp skin of her lover, cupping her cheek. “I envy you so much for knowing who you are, and for this freedom you’ve found. Please oku sama. Go ahead, ask one of them out, don’t mind me, you don’t need my blessing. Maybe one day I’ll get there, but right now, this is impossible.”

Yuki’s eyes flashed. They stopped dancing and found themselves in a bubble, surrounded by hundreds of dancers. Lana didn’t blink under the searching gaze of her companion. “Of course not, I’m not ditching you! Hmm… don’t take me wrong, but the two of you are so similar. All these years, goshujin sama gave me complete leeway, but when he found you, only then did he grant himself some self-indulgence. He chose you.”

Lana winced. “Ah, this must be hard for you--” A slender finger on her lips cut her off.

“No, it is not. I’ve already told you why. And it’s such a blessing that it is you, that I find myself drowning in your personality, care and all your other delicious skills. He couldn’t have chosen better,” Yuki added with a warm smile before resuming dancing.

Lana followed suit but had to look away to hide her trouble. Chosen… always this word. She exhaled to let go of her tension; her eyes found the VIP area on the second floor and fell on the last man she’d expected to see: Honda.

“Oh!” She came again to a stop, shocked. “I can’t believe it. He is here, just outside the VIP room, by the stairs!”

Yuki didn’t even glance up or lose a beat. “Yes, he’s been there for fifteen minutes or so, watching us.”

“Did you expect him?”

“No, it’s maybe the second or third time in the past ten years that he comes here. He dislikes the noise and such crowds. Maybe the picture of you in this amazing dress I sent him earlier did the trick,” Yuki teased.

Lana burst out laughing, her unease evaporating, replaced by the wicked pleasure to make jokes at his expense with the only other person who could get it. “Oh my, this and the video of your incredible hip move I sent him!” Both women whooped in laughter. “OK, OK, it’s nasty of us to give him a nosebleed like this.”

Yuki snorted. “A nosebleed and something else, which must be bothering him a lot right now. We can always blame it on the alcohol, and if he complains, I will keep the door of my bedroom locked for the next week.”

Lana chuckled. “This is your prerogative.”

Something serious flickered again in Yuki’s eyes, and the older woman grabbed both hands of her companion. “Lana san, it’s yours as well. Let me be very clear here. If you don’t want to join him when he asks you to, you don’t have to. You are in his service, yes, but not at his service. Whatever role we play, whatever pledge of obedience you made. Your limits are not only there for when you’re already in action. They also apply before starting anything. If you want to give him the cold shoulder for one week or one month, it’s fine, as long as you are clear and forthcoming.”

Lana inhaled deeply. “My problem is not having to go to him when I don’t want to. Rather, the issue is, I always want to go to him. Even now, even though we’re together, and I want you and would like to do so many naughty things to you on the spot…” They shared a knowing smile. “Knowing he’s here, I…” She blushed and looked away.

“You want to go up to him,” Yuki purred in her ear, once again against Lana’s hip and chest.

“Yes!” Lana exclaimed, exasperated. “I’m mad at myself for being so weak when it comes to him, in particular when this is supposed to be our night.”

Yuki grabbed her neck and pulled her in for another deep kiss. “It is, sweetling. But this is also supposed to be a fun and relaxing time. The choice is all yours: you can go up to him, stay with me, take me up with you, or leave us here and go home.”

Lana groaned, tugged by some many contradictions, and threw another look at the VIP space. What she saw made her frown and burst her self-pity bubble. “Yuki sama, there are several women around goshujin sama, vying for his attention.”

Yuki gave her a voracious smile but still, didn’t glance upstairs. “Oh, I’m sure there are, like moths drawn to a dark, brooding flame leaving them panting and all kinds of bothered. Don’t fret. He’s not going to spare them one glance.”

“Really? They’re so beautiful. It would be hard not to react, at least a little bit.”

Yuki went behind Lana and molded herself against her back. “Oh yes, they’re so lovely they make my eyes hurt and my mouth water, but he doesn’t work like that. They could be Miss Japan and jump him straight naked, he wouldn’t touch them. None of them would last even one minute with him, and he can’t even be bothered. Even I can’t always follow. Only you seem able to manage him at his highest degree. But perhaps it’s because this is not about fun, but fight for the two of you, isn’t it?”

Once again, Lana was at a loss for words and squeezed Yuki’s hand. Her words hit their marks with frightening accuracy, but it was also a relief to hear this truth expressed so plainly. Yuki nibbled her lover’s sweaty neck. “Come on now, let’s go upstairs, and rescue him from such unbearable harassment.”


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