❤️ Chapter 39 – In the Love Hotel with my Aoi (R18)

I carried her into the lobby of one of those discreet, automated love hotels. A big screen on the wall showed pictures of all the available rooms. I gently set her down in front of it. "You pick, Aoi. And you pay. Can't expect an unemployed guy like me to foot the bill, can you?" Her face was still bright red, but she was slowly getting her composure back. She pointed at one of the pictures. "That one," she said. "'The CEO's Office. It sounds professional. And spacious." I had to laugh. Of course, she'd pick that one. She tapped her phone on the payment machine, and a room key clicked out. "Transaction complete, Master," she said, her expression a funny mix of business-like efficiency and nervous excitement. "Shall we proceed with our meeting?" "Lead the way, boss," I said, following her to the room. The room was just like the picture, with a huge mahogany desk and a king-sized bed tucked into an alcove. "Wow, this place is bigger than I thought. Hey, they even have an office lady costume. You gonna put it on?" Aoi stared at the costume on the mannequin: a tight pencil skirt, a silk blouse, and a pair of fake glasses. "Very well, Master," she sighed, a sound of pure, put-upon resignation. "If the agenda for this meeting requires a specific dress code, I will comply." She turned her back to me and started to undress, folding her own clothes neatly. When she turned around, the effect was stunning. The skirt clung to her hips, and the blouse looked like it was struggling to contain her chest. The glasses gave her an air of stern, sexy intelligence. She walked over to the desk, sat in the big leather chair, crossed her legs, and looked at me like I was late for an appointment. "Well?" she asked, her voice cool and commanding. "Are you going to present your proposal, or just stand there, Mister? My time is valuable." "Of course, boss," I said, kneeling in front of her. I started with her feet, massaging her legs as my mouth worked on her toes. "You've been stressed lately. Let me take care of you." A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her. She gripped the arms of the chair, her knuckles turning white. "Wh-what are you doing?! This is not part of the standard quarterly review process!" Her voice was shaky, her toes curling on their own. A low, helpless moan slipped out. I moved higher, my mouth finding her inner thighs. "Am I doing okay, boss? Just tell me where you want me. I aim to please." A shudder went through her whole body. "S-Stop... You're being insubordinate." Her protest had no bite at all. Her hips were already starting to twitch. My question just hung in the air. Finally, a ragged, broken whisper escaped her. "Higher..." "Yes, boss," I purred. I leaned in, pulled her panties to the side, and got to work. A sharp cry escaped her as my mouth made contact with her cunt. She arched violently in the chair, her hands gripping my own hair. Aoi's words were gone, replaced by a stream of helpless, high-pitched moans. Her climax built shockingly fast, catching even her by surprise. "I'm cumming! Please! Ahhh!" she cried out, one final, convulsive shudder ripping through her. She slumped down in the chair, panting and sobbing, completely wrecked. I moved behind her and started massaging her shoulders, kissing her cheek. "How was my performance, boss? Did I relieve your stress?" Aoi stayed slumped in the chair, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. She didn't have the strength to lift her head. My gentle, teasing voice slowly pulled her back. She let out a long, shuddering sigh, a sound of pure release. When she finally spoke, her voice was a hoarse whisper, all of its usual authority gone. "Your performance was... above expectations, Mister..." She couldn't even keep the role-play going, her words trailing off into a soft, happy moan. As Aoi slowly pushed herself upright, she leaned her head back against my hands in a gesture of total trust. She turned her head, her sapphire eyes hazy and unfocused. A small, genuine, and utterly exhausted smile touched her lips. The icy strategist had completely melted. She weakly took off the crooked glasses and set them on the desk. The meeting was over. "Now, take me to bed, Master," she whispered. "Your CEO requires some overtime." "Anything for you, boss," I said, lifting her from the chair. I carried her the few steps to the bed and gently laid her down. I slowly took off the rumpled office costume, piece by piece, until she was just Aoi, naked and sprawled on the crisp white sheets. "You know," I chuckled, "I don't think we've ever done it on a bed before, have we?" My question made her pause. A thoughtful, hazy look came over her face. The karaoke room. The Ferris wheel. The restroom... A soft, disbelieving laugh escaped her. "You're right. We haven't." She looked around the room, at the big, comfortable bed and the soft lighting. A sense of peace seemed to settle over her. She reached for me, her arms opening in a gesture of pure, unguarded invitation. Her eyes were soft, full of a deep, trusting affection. "Then let's fix that, Master," she whispered. "Let's do it right this time. No games. No roles. Just you and me." I gently entered her, kissing her face and hair as I moved. "For today, I'm not your commander or your Master. In this room, I belong only to you, Aoi." I wiped a tear from her eye. "Though I have to admit, seeing you jealous is always the most interesting." Her breath hitched; my words undid her completely. A fresh wave of tears spilled from her eyes, but they weren't tears of sadness or pleasure. They were from something deeper. "Don't say that, Master..." she whispered, her voice choked. "I am yours... not the other way around..." She clung to me as I began to move, a slow, loving rhythm that was a world away from our frantic first time. A small, watery laugh escaped her at my comment. Spoiler [collapse] "It's because... their darkness is different," she explained, her analyst's mind kicking in even now. "Chiyoko's comes from a desire to live. Miki's from a need to be adored. Akane's is just a love of chaos. But mine, mine was always born from feeling like I wasn't good enough." "You took the ugliest part of me, Master... and you told me it was my greatest strength. That's why... that's why you find it interesting. Because it's the real me." She looked up at me, her sapphire eyes clear and bright through her tears. She'd never been more beautiful, more open, more completely mine. "So please, never stop making me jealous, Master. Never stop reminding me that I am your strategist. That I am... your Aoi." "Yes, you're my Aoi," I whispered back. "My cute, calm, icy on the outside, but jealous on the inside Aoi." I kept thrusting, then suddenly stopped and flipped her on top of me. "Now it's your turn to remind me." She found herself straddling me, in control. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her lips. Her eyes, still wet with tears, now gleamed with a possessive, jealous fire. "Yes, Master," she purred, her voice a low, dominant hiss. "I will remind you." Aoi began to move, her hips rocking with a slow, grinding rhythm. She leaned down, her voice a whisper in my ear. "I'm the one who understands your plans. I'm the one who sees the enemy coming, the one who can match your mind." Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more demanding. "Miki can have her fans. Akane can have her chaos. Chiyoko can have your... future." She leaned in and bit my shoulder, a sharp, possessive nip. "But I have your strategy. I have your trust. And right now, I have you." She rode me with a fierce energy, her climax building with an intensity I could feel through my whole body. I grunted as her cunt clenched around me, forcing my own climax closer. But instead of fighting it, I let her take the lead. "You have me," I gasped. "Take it. Take whatever you want, Aoi." My surrender was the final trigger. A triumphant, ecstatic cry tore from her lips. "Yes! All of it! I'll take all of you!" She threw her head back, her face a mask of pure power and pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike. Her body clenched around me with an almost painful intensity, milking every last drop from me. I roared as my own climax exploded, flooding her as she collapsed onto my chest, completely spent. The room was silent, except for the sound of our ragged breathing. A few moments passed. Then, a soft, exhausted, but completely happy voice whispered against my skin. "This morale-boosting exercise was a complete success, Master. I am... ready for the battle."