Midnight Affairs: Tokyo Secret Wives Club

Riku stepped out of the boardroom, the lingering echo of his victory still fresh in his veins. The usual hum of the executive floor felt distant, muted. He moved toward his cabin with measured steps, confidence steady but alert.

As he reached the door, he pushed it open, and found the lights off.

A flicker of confusion crossed his face.

He reached for the switch, but before his fingers could touch it, a warm weight slammed into him from the front.

Fuyuma.

Her lips crashed against his with hungry urgency. His breath hitched immediately, a flash of recognition igniting inside him.

She kissed him like she'd been starving for this moment....wild, desperate, yet knowing exactly what to do. He didn't resist. Instead, he welcomed her fervor, matching it.

Their breaths became shallow, mingling in frantic gasps. When the kiss finally broke, he barely had time to inhale before she slid toward the switch and flipped it on.

The room flooded with light, but all his attention was on her.

She looked like a vision of seduction. A tight skirt that hugged every curve, riding high to reveal the fullest sweep of her ass. A crisp white blouse, sheer enough that her breasts pushed boldly against the fabric, tempting and unapologetic.

Riku's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting this, atleast not this early.

This was something else. Something daring.

"How do you like my gift?" she purred, swaying her hips with deliberate grace, each movement a silent invitation.

His hand couldn't resist. It slid around her waist, then traveled lower to slap her ass—first slow and teasing, then a sharp, firm smack that made her yelp with surprise and pleasure.

Her smile deepened, wicked and sultry.

"What do you want me to do, Vice Director?" she teased, voice dripping with promise.

"Bend over like this?" She arched her back, pushing her ass out even more, and his already hard cock twitched in response.

"Or do you want me on your desk?" she whispered, breath hot against his neck. "Pound me until I scream?"

She pressed another bold kiss to his lips, hands sliding from his cheeks to the back of his neck, tracing lazy, tantalizing circles.

He let her take the lead, watching as her fingers explored his chest, then traveled lower, skimming over his abdomen until they reached his belt buckle.

"Or… do you want me to take you in my mouth," she said, lips brushing his skin, "and give you a time you'll never forget?"

Without waiting, she undid his belt, fingers deftly sliding his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion.

Her eyes went wide with genuine surprise as she took in the length she revealed, far more than average.

"Ohhhh," she breathed, voice thick with awe. "You're packing a monster down here."

Riku smirked. He knew his body sculpting regimen paid off in more ways than one.

She glanced sideways toward the secret camera blinking quietly in the corner, then locked eyes with him before beginning to stroke him slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch like a connoisseur.

Her strokes were slow, reverent, each movement sending jolts of heat through his spine. The way her eyes stayed locked on his, daring and submissive all at once, made it all the more unbearable.

Riku's hand moved on instinct....firm yet gentle, threading through her silky hair, his palm settling at the crown of her head.

"On your knees," he ordered, voice rough and unyielding and no room for disobedience..

She didn't hesitate.

Her lips curled into a smirk of anticipation as she obeyed, sinking slowly to the carpeted floor. Her hands never left him, continuing the smooth, teasing motion as she looked up, waiting for his next command.

The power dynamic shifted tangibly in the air.

He stared down at her, the image burned into his mind:

Yuki, flushed and poised between dominance and devotion, waiting for his approval under the harsh office lights, yet the moment felt intimate, hidden from the world.

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She leaned in, lips brushing lightly against the tip, just a kiss, barely there.

But it was enough.

A sharp breath hissed through Riku's teeth as the sensation jolted through him like lightning. His hand tightened ever so slightly in her hair, but he didn't push.

Her eyes flicked up to him, mischief glinting beneath her lashes, before her tongue darted out. One slow, deliberate lick.

Then one after another.

Her movements were unhurried, savoring every reaction she pulled from him. She licked along the underside, circling the sensitive edge, as if mapping every nerve. Riku's chest rose and fell, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

Still kneeling, she worshipped him with every slow stroke of her tongue, eyes never leaving his.

She wanted him undone.

And she was getting closer by the second.

Her determination hardened, she wasn't just teasing now, she was trying to take control. Fisting him at the base, she angled her mouth again and pushed deeper, forcing herself to stretch wider. The wet sounds grew louder, more obscene, as she bobbed slowly, testing her limits. Her throat tensed with every inch she took, and though she gagged again, she didn't stop.

She wanted this—wanted him—and she was willing to choke on it to prove it, but he was just too much.

A soft gag escaped her as she pulled back, breath shaky, eyes watering slightly from the effort.

She rested her forehead against his thigh for a moment, gasping softly, before glancing up with a flushed face and parted lips.

"Damn it… you're too big, Riku…" she whispered, voice hoarse with frustration and awe. "My mouth can't even handle you…"

He didn't say anything—just looked down at her with a dark, pleased smirk. That alone made her shiver.

"I want to take it all," she said, voice trembling with a mix of desire and determination. "I want to please you like no one else ever could."

Her hand wrapped around the base as she stroked slowly, her tongue tracing him again, softer now, almost reverent.

"I bet no one's ever made you struggle like this before," she murmured between licks. "You're just… unfairly perfect."

She looked up at him, lips slick and breath ragged, still stroking him with slow reverence. The desperation in her voice mingled with defiance.

"And it's mine to serve."

Riku didn't respond—not with words. His gaze darkened, intense, and without a word, he pulled her up by the arms, roughly, firmly. Their eyes locked—hers expectant, his unreadable.

He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and dangerous.

"You want to serve me?"

Her breath hitched.

"Then you'll do it my way."

He spun her around.

Bent her over the desk.

And just as she gasped....

The door clicked.

Someone had opened it.

And they weren't alone anymore.