[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, whipping, sex toys, HEA]
Recently widowed Takasawa Toshiba hadn’t been in the market for a lover, but he takes one look at the blue-eyed bartender Lane Hidika and falls in love with him. Lane thinks the two of them are just going to date, until Takasawa makes it clear that he wants Lane to move into his mansion and become the little woman of the house.
But Lane soon discovers being the lover of a Yakuza Lieutenant is more than he bargained for. Not only does he have to deal with Takasawa’s passion for S and M, but he also has to prove to Takasawa’s parents that he can be an asset to their son even though he doesn’t have a womb. Will their relationship survive interference from Takasawa’s younger brother Haru, his meddling secretary Hisao, and Takasawa’s archenemy Masayoshi Awakawa? Or will Lane decide that being pampered by a man he loves isn’t worth dying for?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lane’s knees felt rubbery, like they were about to buckle from under him as the scent of Takasawa’s cologne remained in the air after he passed. Lane went back to tending bar, nervous about the meeting between Takasawa and Jiro. Was Takasawa serious about dating him, or was he just wasting his time?
Lane was busy serving a customer when Takasawa appeared. He walked behind the bar and pulled Lane into his arms. The customer just stood there in awe as Takasawa planted a mind-blowing kiss to Lane’s lips. Takasawa’s tongue darted inside Lane’s mouth and swirled around with his.
Lane’s body relaxed in the man’s arms, overcome by the sensuality of the kiss.
Takasawa released him. “Jiro has agreed to release you from your contract.” He smiled broadly. “I’ll see you after your shift.” He walked away, leaving Lane breathless.
The customer at the bar just winked and smirked at Lane.
Lane went back to his work, cleaning the top of the bar and restocking the liquor, not really paying attention to anything but ending his work day.
True to his word Lane found Takasawa waiting for him when his shift ended. He had another guy with him, a big brawny fellow who reminded Lane of a wrestler.
The other guy looked him over from head toe. “You’re not full Japanese, are you?”
Lane shook his head. “My mother was an American. Will this be a problem?”
“No,” Takasawa said. “Pay him no mind. In fact the blue eyes make you look more exotic.” Those were the last words Takasawa said to him for a long time.
Lane followed both gentlemen out of the bar to a dark sedan in the bar’s parking lot. Takasawa never introduced the other guy, but the three of them got into the car. A chauffeur waited to drive them away.
Takasawa gave the driver Lane’s address, which Lane figured he got from Jiro. The driver drove the few blocks to Lane’s apartment and then parked.
“Go in and get what you need. You won’t be returning. Do not bring clothes.”
Lane exited the car and went into his apartment. He didn’t have much, so he gathered just a few personal things and wondered what would become of the stuff he left behind. He supposed the landlord would probably throw out everything he couldn’t sell. Lane didn’t care. He wasn’t materialistic. He returned to the car with his things and the chauffeur waited with the trunk open.
The chauffeur was a short guy but had a lot of muscle.
Lane bowed to him and then placed his things in the trunk. He and the driver reentered the sedan.
Takasawa just looked at him and then went back to his conversation with the other guy.
Lane didn’t mind since it gave him more time to study Takasawa Toshiba more closely.
Takasawa had a handsome, almost pretty face, with long, dark eyelashes and a prominent brow.
Lane allowed his gaze to sweep over the man’s straight nose and full lips. Like the other guy, Takasawa had some serious muscle beneath his dark-blue suit. He suspected it came in handy in his line of work.
Lane stood five feet nine and Takasawa towered over him. The man also had such an eloquent voice, soft, deep, and commanding. Yes, he had made the right decision. If he was to be a kept man, Takasawa Toshiba was his best bet for a lover. Giving up his job and worldly possessions was a small price to pay for lifetime of companionship. Becoming a member of the notorious yakuza was something he’d work out one day at a time.
The chauffeur dropped the other man off at the apartment building, leaving him alone with Takasawa.
“Are you nervous?”
Lane nodded. “A little.”
Takasawa smirked at him. “You should be, but I give you props for being bold enough to accept me as your lover.” He paused. “Do you have any family?”
“No, sir. My mother died when I was five, and I never knew my father. I lived at an orphanage until my eighteenth birthday.”
Takasawa seemed to consider what he’d had told him. “Have you ever been with a man before?”
Lane lowered his head. “No.”
“Have you ever been with a woman before?”
Takasawa chuckled. “You are full of surprises. You honor me by allowing me to be your first.”
“I wanted to save myself for someone special. That was also my first kiss.”
Takasawa stopped chuckling. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-four.” They’d known each other for years, but never got around to asking personal questions.
“And you’ve never been kissed?”
Lane shook his head. “I’ve never dated anyone either. I went to work at the bar right after I left the orphanage, and I don’t have many friends. Like I said before, I was saving myself for someone special.”
“And you picked the son of a yakuza boss? Either you’re pretty naïve or you are a poor judge of character. Do you know anything about me? Are you aware of the things I’ve done? If you think being with me is going to be a bed of roses, you better think again. Someone is always trying to kill me. You will inherit my enemies, and you’ll have to give up almost all your freedom and watch your back. And for what? To lie with me.”
Lane lifted his head and braved up enough to look Takasawa in those bloodthirsty eyes. “I don’t care. I want to be with you.” He knew Takasawa was just trying to test him. He’d made his decision and he wasn’t turning back.
Lane remembered arriving at the huge estate, but very little else. Takasawa opened the car door and stepped out without waiting for the chauffeur to assist him. He just pulled Lane out after him. The doors to the mansion seemed to mysteriously open on their own as Takasawa led him inside the house and up a flight of stairs. They entered a bedroom, and Takasawa made him sit down on the bed while he stripped out his jacket and tie.
Lane watched, fascinated by the dexterity of Takasawa’s big fingers as he undid the tiny pearl buttons of his shirt. He tossed the shirt on a chair and then ripped the ribbed T-shirt from his massive chest. He stepped out his shoes.
Lane trembled as Takasawa looked at him. He reached out a hand to Takasawa, too overcome by desire to think straight.
Takasawa approached the bed like a lion stalking prey. He used one hand and pulled Lane from the bed with brute strength.
Lane landed on his knees before the bigger man. He raised both hands and unloosened the man’s pants and slid them down his hips to his feet.
Takasawa stepped out of the pants and stood before Lane in just his briefs.
Lane gulped. Takasawa had muscular thighs and long legs. Lane slowly ran his hands up and down Takasawa’s thighs before latching on to the waistband of the briefs and sliding them down. Takasawa’s cock appeared and pointed up toward his stomach. Lane gulped again. What have I gotten myself into?
Takasawa lifted Lane to his feet and began undressing him. First he removed Lane’s black long-sleeved shirt, followed by his black T-shirt and then his pants after Lane kicked off his black loafers. He used both hands to cup Lane’s buttocks and pressed his fingertips into the flesh. “You smell innocent.”
Takasawa laid him on the bed and removed the last bit of clothing that stood between them…Lane’s briefs. The man literally ripped them from his body, leaving him naked and vulnerable. He made Lane sit on the edge of the bed. Takasawa went down on his knees and took Lane’s hardening dick into his hand and put it into his mouth.
Lane’s entire body trembled as Takasawa teased the head of his cock with his tongue. Lane moaned, never ever having felt so wonderful.
Takasawa got comfortable between his legs, sucking and stroking Lane’s dick and squeezing his balls.
“Wait, Takasawa, I…” He couldn’t form the rest of the words as Takasawa continued to perform fellatio on him. Lane just shoved his fingers into Takasawa’s thick black hair. His hand bobbed up and down with the motion of Takasawa’s head. “Oh,” he moaned as the orgasm raged in the pit of his stomach. If Takasawa kept this up he was going to come. Takasawa kept at him, still squeezing his balls and trying to suck him dry.
He stomach knotted and his toes curled. “Oh! Ooh.” Lane shot cum deep into Takasawa’s mouth, and he kept coming. He butt lifted from the mattress until his cock finally stopped shooting.
Takasawa raised his head and wiped his lips. “You are so sweet.”
Lane smiled weakly, still overcome with emotions. It fucked with his mind. He’d just gotten off in another man’s mouth. This answered a question that had nagged him for years. Yes, he was gay. If he didn’t know it then, he certainly knew it now. He sank down on his back.
Lane rose on his elbows and watched as Takasawa took a condom out of the nightstand drawer along with some lube. “Roll over and get on your knees.”
This was easier said than done. Lane rolled over, but his knees shook partially from fear and partially from uncertainty.
Takasawa popped the top of the bottle. “I need you to relax.”
Lane willed his knees to stop shaking as Takasawa eased a lubed-up finger inside him. “Oh!” The invasion of his cavity shocked him. He had no idea how good it would feel until Takasawa moved the finger around and then slid it out again.
“You’re doing fine. Just keep relaxing.” This time he eased two fingers inside of Lane. “You’re so tight.”
“What? You didn’t believe me?”
“No, not really.” Takasawa removed his fingers and moved in behind him. “Continue to relax.”
Lane closed his eyes. Takasawa moved forward, and the head of his cock entered his virgin ass, burying a little deeper as it passed through the tight ring of flesh. Takasawa inserted more of his dick, stretching and filling Lane nearly to capacity. Takasawa gasped and muttered something incoherent. He slid his dick out to just the head and then sank back in slowly. He started working his hips, moving his cock in and out of him at a steady pace until Lane thought he’d faint from the pleasure. Takasawa grabbed him around the hips and pulled him back on his cock.