The Woman Ch. 03

Master Mikuro's prediction was fulfilled.

The news of Master Ito's death was announced the next morning. I went into the corporate headquarters in full black. The black awnings fluttered in the breeze. All the people wore either full black, or black arm bands for the security. The Kichu-fuda - day of mourning, was in full flow, but business was business, and the Keiretsu demands that the markets remain in focus. Mikuro-San played the mourning son perfectly.

I had to plan my escape, otherwise I would be used and finally decarded.

Master Ito's wake would be soon and then his funeral that would be close family, but surprisingly I was invited under instruction from Master Ito. I had emailed my American contacts and made several calls and two secret texts to my American 'special' friends but heard nothing back.

Mikuro San had been quiet too, but as the upstanding mourning son he had to keep up appearances.

With my evenings free, I made my plans. I had shares in KDII, but I would keep them until the markets stabilised after Master Ito's death. Next, I transferred funds form my Japanese accounts to several US accounts- it was nearly $3 million and finally put up my apartment for sale. I considered how to play my resignation from the corporation, two options were open to me. The impact of Master Ito's death is too much and I wish to resign and leave the country, of course Mikuro may have something to say about my departure. The second was simply continue as usual, go on my planned business trip and then simply not return.

I decided to take the second option and run away. I checked my travel suitcase and laid out my clothes for the trip. The car would collect me at 6:00am. I would be showered and waiting, as usual. I went to bed.

The next morning, awaiting the arrival of the car, a strange uneasiness settled on me. The car didn't arrive. At 6:02 a text chimed.

'Your US trip is cancelled. Please be at the residence at 11:00 am.' It was Mikuro. The hairs on my nek bristled.

Taking my car, I drove up the driveway and was shown in by a new security guard. As I parked, another new security guard approached, gave a curt little bow and then ushered me through to the door. Despite Master Ito was now dead the house was busy, new security guards consumed with upgrading the residence's camera and alarm system. All dressed in inform, bearing black arm bands. Once allowed through into the residence large, open hallway. A traditionally dressed maid, shuffled over to conduct her to Master Ito's old study. Another guard stood outside, knocked once and then opened the door. I slipped past him and the door was closed firmly behind me. Master Mikuro sat in his father's chair, in his smart black suit. He watched me approach and offer him a bow.

"You will be needed here for a few days." It sounded like an order, not a request.

"As you wish." I replied softly.

Master Mikuro regarded me, he sighed. "I would like to look at you." The instruction was clear. I unbuttoned my jacket, shrugged it off, folded it and put it aside. He watched me undress, scrutinizing me as I shed my clothes. Alarmingly, Mikuro had decided to ignore the mourning period and the expected behaviour. Now, he wanted to establish his position, with me.

"Turn around. I want to see your ass." Mikuro smiled, shuffling with his suit trousers. "Stand by the window, I want the light."

I knew that he wanted the staff to see me naked. He wanted the staff to know that he would be fucking me, like his father did. Mikuro was turning into a malicious, power-hungry man.

Without hesitation, I walked slowly, naked, over to the window. I couldn't, wouldn't let Mikuro see that he had unnerved me. The opinions of serving maids and security guards didn't bother me. They were subordinate but it made me question if Mikuro would humiliate me with my work colleagues. Master Ito, knowledgeable about the importance of position and saving face, ensured I had good standing with my colleagues. Maliciously, Mikuro had either no inclination to uphold my position or attempt to save my face.

"Play with your pussy!" Mikuro had shoved his trousers down, and in the windows reflection, I could see him playing with himself. He wanted me wet, and he wanted me to lube my asshole for his pleasure. With no choice, I gave him quite the performance. I knelt on the wooden floor, letting view my ass. I crawled around on the wooden, showing my anus and then making a big show of licking my fingers and fingering my own asshole, then cleaning them again. Mikuro stroked himself, watching every salacious movement. Sucking on my fingers and then rubbing my salvia into my asshole. To show him what he wanted, I pulled my winking, throbbing asshole open. Mikuro grunted appreciatively.

Determined to change the power dynamic, I made him wait for my ass.

But I couldn't make him wait too long, his climax was rapidly approaching.

And I wanted him in my ass to exert my control of him again.

Mikuro relished his newfound dominance. As I wiggled my ass for him and snaked my way, on all fours, his breathing got ragged. I slid under the large glass plate desk. Watching my every move, he saw my mouth took his swollen cock into it.

He shook visibly. His arousal was too much and I knew I'd have to use all my powers to keep his election, he would be furious with himself , and by extension me, if he didn't manage to fuck my ass.

I licked and kissed his glans, his precum anointing my lips.

Obligingly, he pushed his chair back, giving me enough room to climb up his body and straddle him, sliding his cock into my pussy. Although not his usual choice of my holes, I played my ace card.

"Master Ito had all of my fuck holes, and as my new master, you shall have them now."

Mikuro sighed and quivered as my tight cunt gripped him.

I played the power game well, but if I was to ever be free- Mikuro's had to be placated.

Bouncing up and down on him for a few strokes, I then slid off him, turned round, splayed myself on the desk and looked seductively over my shoulder. Deliberately, I reached back and pulled my toned ass cheeks apart.

Mikuro looked down at my winking anus.

"You're not going to miss fucking my ass, are you Mikuro Sama?"

He couldn't help himself, by using his honourable name and seemingly honouring him as my new master, Mikuro's dreams had come true.

He lasted mere minutes before pulling out of my tight ass and breathlessly demanding I get on my knees to receive his seed.Immediately ejaculating, it was a race to position my mouth to catch some of his pearl white semen, most of it fell in large runny globs on y breasts but I made a game of scooping up his seeds and licking them clean. Once his own cock was rid of his semen, he collapsed back on the chair completely satisfied with his performance, caring little for my expertise.

Now I had to push my luck, his after flow would be short.

"Mikuro Sama, your late father was always gave me the respectability of my position in the corporation. I would ask humbly that you allow me the same honour. Let me serve you as I served your father in business and other things." I looked at him, my eyes seductive.

Mikuro sat, his mind still wayward, to sharpen his mind I slid my hand to cup his testicles and gently massaged them.

"Allow me my position, and I will deny you nothing. The word no, will be lost in my vocabulary." I kissed his ball sack.

Mikuro grunted.

"I will serve you with greater vigour than your honoured father." I licked up and down his flaccid length, stimulating his cock to stiffen again."

"Your planned business trip was only postponed. You leave in two days, but I need you here. Tonight, sleep with me tonight." Mikuro's had crossed the boundaries of respectability. Even his father had understood that having the wider world know that he was fucking a western girlfriend would be inconceivable. The proper etiquette had to be maintained. The staff would be privy to his intimate dealings.

"Master, I am all yours, whenever you want me. But you must keep up appearances. Should you marry and the world knows about me. It would be dishonourable."

Mikuro sighed, now recuperating from his orgasm. He was enjoying my warm hands on his penis, and the sensations coursing through him, but finally my words sunk in and good sense prevailed.

"Yes, go home tonight but be in the boardroom at 9am sharp. I will consider your request."

With his cock now becoming flaccid, ge hastily rearranged his clothes, as did I. I bowed deeply to him and left.

Driving quickly through the deserted streets, my mind was in turmoil. Mikuro wasn't going to let me go easily. I had to formulate another exit. Upon reaching home, I had a long shower, cleaning every trace of him from me. I applied lotion to my skin and medicated balm to my asshole. As a precaution, I took the morning after pill and went to bed.

Sleep did not come easily.

I woke early, showered again and was dressed immaculately in black, still observing protocol of Master Ito's death, and arrived exactly at 8:59am at the board room's dark wooden double doors.

As the door unlocked, and the mechanism whirred, the doors opened and scuttling out of them was a pretty, young Japanese woman, unsuccessfully holding the front of her blouse closed. Her bra ups pulled down, one dark brown nipple visible.

My heart sank. Mikuro had already embarked on a regime of younger, compliant Japanese women who, like many others, had to tolerate sexual abuse from their superiors in the workplace. In many countries, women had to suffer the wandering hands and other appendages in their working g life. Japan, like other countries, had made great strides in changing the workplace culture. Mikuro was not such a man, by being brazen with his misconduct he was placing himself in jeopardy. The good name of his father could soon be turned to dust, if his behaviour provoked a scandal. However, Mikuro had not been a complete fool, his chosen victim was young and had just begun her career. I knew this because the woman was on my section! Mikuro had picked my department to be his hunting ground for his sexual conquests.

As I walked in, Mikuro's leaned against his father's desk - a poor imitation of the great man.

"Ah, Adams San! You are punctual today." Mikuro's smile was predatory.

I bowed deeply, "I only wish to bring honour to the company."

"I apologise, Miss Takamura was just helping me with a problem."

"As a associate in my section, I am certain that she would try her uppermost." I decided to offer a crumb of support to my colleague, "Her grand-father is a Vice President at Hitoshi chemicals, he takes an avid interest in his favourite grand- daughters progress at our company."

Mikuro paled. He couldn't afford to upset management in other companies, even ones smaller than his own.

"Well, I think a promotion will be in order, somewhere abroad?" Mikuro tried to make it sound like he had bestowed a favour upon the unfortunate woman.

"I'll see to it immediately." I smiled. This was a petty victory but I was focussed on my own destiny.

Mikuro smiled, took his seat and tidied his desk.

I struck whilst the iron was hot, taking advantage of his own suggestion.

"I will bring her on board my liaison team immediately and train her to take on my responsibilities, if needed." I let the words hang in the air, Mikuro knew what I was implying. Grooming my successor would then allow me to stay in Japan, with him.

I thanked the gods, that the lecherous fuck dropped himself in it and now would have to sanction my flights, taking my newly appointed ted deputy with me.

"Of course, you must leave tomorrow at the earliest opportunity, taking Miss Takamura with you, but you must be back for the reading of my fathers will next week. You'll have only four days to conclude your business."

Mikuro dropped the bombshell, I had forgotten that I was a beneficiary of his father's estate.

Recovering my composure, I smiled.

"Of course, would you like to discuss any arrangements this evening?" I had no choice but to offer my services this evening, to show Mikuro that nothing had changed.

Surprisingly, he shook his head.

"I have no time. Upon your return, I have several things I will wish to discuss with you." Mikuro flashed another wolffish grin.

I bowed and left.

My skin began to crawl at the thought of him now.

End of Chapter Three