Free BindingCherryBlossoms by Gia Dawn Page A

look like hooker.”
    Sakura stepped close and gave her mother a hug. “I am going
out with the girls, Mama. I know you worry but I promise you I will be fine.”
    “What time you come home in case Ian call?”
    Sakura groaned in frustration. “Ian is not going to call. He
doesn’t think of me that way, okay?” The disappointment in her voice was as
much a shock to her as to her mother.
    Aiko hugged Sakura in return. “Not to worry. He do honorable
thing for his family.”
    Sakura disentangled herself and opened the door. “Good
night, Mama. Don’t wait up.”
    Please don’t wait up . The last thing she needed was
to face either of her parents after her night at the Red Mask. While her father
would probably remain blissfully ignorant of her encounter, her mother would
sniff out every molecule of sex left on her skin and interrogate her until
Sakura spilled everything or passed out from sheer exhaustion.
    After she finally made it to her car, she turned her cell
phone to vibrate and tucked it into her bag. Only then did she allow herself to
fully explore the flood of excitement pooling between her legs—a rush of want
that left her breathless…and more than ready to satisfy her master’s every
desire.
    * * * * *
    Sakura was fascinated the instant she set foot into his
room. He already had everything laid out on the tatami mat where he was
sitting on his knees on the floor, his hands resting on his thighs, his head
lowered as if in meditation.
    He lifted his face to watch her as she bowed and slipped off
her shoes. “ Youkoso, keisei . Come and show me what you’ve learned. But
first you will put on the kimono.” He pointed to a purple robe lying on the
bed.
    “Where can I change?” She spotted the door to the bathroom
and headed that way but he stopped her with a frown.
    “You will change here so that I may take pleasure in
watching you.”
    “Here?” Her voice squeaked.
    “ Hai .” He sat back on his heels and folded his hands
in his lap. She thought he would sit there forever, patiently, never moving a
single muscle as he waited for her to obey.
    But while he was the epitome of calm, Sakura’s hands were
already starting to shake as she fumbled for the zipper at the back of her dress.
    “You look like a child,” he admonished, “not a woman of
grace and sensuality. Show me you know you are beautiful. Show me you know how
I crave to tie you to my bed, your body spread out like a feast before me.”
    Her cunt clenched tight in answer as she pictured herself
splayed and bound across the bed, her nipples puckering to strain against her
dress as she imagined him pinching them between his skillful fingers. Did he
have any idea how much he could arouse her without placing a single touch
against her skin?
    “ Now .”
    So that eternal patience was starting to wear thin. Good.
She wanted him hungry. Wanted him to feel the same dark need.
    Straightening her shoulders, Sakura turned her attention
back to her dress, this time turning her back to him so he could see every inch
of her skin as she tugged the zipper slowly down. Then she shimmied the
material past her hips, bending over to give him a glimpse of her bottom before
she let the dress fall to the floor.
    “Excellent,” he whispered. “Turn so I can see you from the
front.”
    She folded her arms across her breasts as she obeyed, bowing
her head to let her hair slide forward to cover the flush of embarrassment that
heated her cheeks. While she wanted to be daring and bold and free, a part of
her was still hesitant to give him such a show. But she had the mask to hide
her now. It granted her freedom and anonymity. She caught a glimpse of herself
in the lacquered mirror on the ceiling and saw the strange woman she’d seen
before, ancient, mysterious, a geisha come to life. Lifting her hands and
arching her back, she drew her hair up from her neck and let it fall behind her
shoulders, baring herself completely to his gaze.
    His hands fisted where they