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I contemplate milking this situation to the fullest. Takeshi only needs to see me pout a little longer for me to take advantage of Lakeshia’s predicament, but she’s not accustomed to my mischievous side.
Do her words hurt? Absolutely.
To make my most ardent wish come true, I need her to want to be here, to see herself as part of our unit, to understand she is invaluable to us. That she still wants an out distresses me, but I understand. She doesn’t know us well enough. From what background we’ve gathered on her, she doesn’t do relationships or form permanent attachments. And we…I’mdemanding the very permanence she’s avoided all her life.
As I watch panic set into Lakeshia’s eyes, I resist the playful compulsion to bend her to me through manipulation. If I reveal how easy it is for me to see past her barriers, she might say, “fuck it,” and run with no regard to Takeshi’s threat, a threat I will never let come to pass.
A soft touch to Takeshi’s cheek brings his attention to me. “She’s done nothing to make amends for.”
He searches my face as if trying to unearth a hidden pain. “But I know how much this means to you.”
“I won’t deny that, but her words didn’t cut me the way you think they did. More than anything, I’m disappointed she thinks she can be so easily replaced, but that means we have to do a better job showing her her worth.”
Takeshi scowls, turning the full heat of it on Lakeshia and swinging back to me.
I don’t fold.
His shoulders slump in defeat, and he presses his mouth to my forehead for a hard kiss. Although we part, his lips leave a reminder through residual heat and underlying understanding.
I squeeze his bicep in silent thanks.
“Let’s eat,” he says and makes his way to the half-dished-out food.
Lakeshia remains quiet though her chaotic state of mind screams to me as she flexes her hands and nibbles her upper lip. I herd her to the kitchen table instead of the dining room because formality at this juncture will only make her more skittish.
Takeshi follows with our dinners and returns to the fridge for water.
Good choice.
Takeshi always considers risks whereas I flow with the moment. Tonight there will be no alcohol for either of us. For the foreseeable future actually, or until we’ve established the kind of trust alcohol can’t override.
Lakeshia eyes the glass. It isn’t the first time I’ve caught her doing so. Last night’s dinner where Takeshi or I presented her with a beverage and again at breakfast, she did the same thing. Now that I think back, I don’t recall seeing her finish anythingwe handed her; only those from Kori or what she bought herself. There is a story there, one I doubt I’ll like or that she will willingly tell us.
First, we must earn her trust. Learning about her life, the good and the bad, is necessary to get what I want the most; Lakeshia and Takeshi as my forever soul mates and life partners.
I sip from her glass before returning it to her. Takeshi’s gaze narrows at my silent actions. He isn’t stupid. He’ll come to a similar conclusion as I have.
And Lakeshia thought she didn’t need protection.
I silently scoff at the ridiculous notion she’s been living with for too long.
As we eat, Takeshi does as he will always do. “Tonight will be our first night having sex together. For your comfort, is there anything Shinji and I should avoid?”
Lakeshia’s lips quirk, revealing a hint of humor to dissipate the seriousness from moments before. “Technically, we had sex last night, but to answer your question, I don’t shy away from kink if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Her response piques my interest and judging from Takeshi’s stranglehold on his fork, he is more than intrigued.
“I need specifics,” he says.
“I’ll administer whatever kink you need to get your jollies off but I don’t like pain or degradation directed at me. Oh, and no relationship role-play. Of any kind.” She forks a mouthful of seasoned rice and stuffs her face. “And no sleep sex. If that’s a hard line for you, then we can’t move forward.”
“Don’t worry about that. We want you aware and actively participating when it comes time for us to fill you with cum. And though we can be adventurous, we don’t practice the BDSM lifestyle so don’t expect you to while we’re trying to get pregnant,” I say, while hiding my interest in her opposition to role play.
I have no interest in faking what happens between us, but I sense a deeper story to her reasoning. I couldn’t care less about the sleep sex, unless…
“Before we close this issue on sleep sex, does watching you in the throes of a sex dream count? Because you may be asking too much now that I know the noises you make and the way you make yourself come,” Takeshi voices the same concern in my mind with a fierce frown.
I study Lakeshia, more than a little interested in her response.
