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1900 hours
Somewhere in California
Aiden Marshall Residence
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It was always sunny in California.
For many people this was the closest to heaven they ever got. For some it was their own personal Hell. For Mizuki Miura Code Name Sakura this was her end. Well the end of her life in the 赤い月 Akazuki (Red Moon) syndicate.
Her career was up and coming. If you would call rising in the yakuza an up-and-coming profession.

Daughter of a head Yakuza crime syndicate boss she had it made. Not only was her father well known but she was well known for her skill set. Ichiro had several sons but his daughter had outshined all of them which made this transaction of great disappointment and brought shame upon her family.

Codename Sakura was not only renowned for her beauty but also her skills as a covert assassin. Her father relied on her heavily especially for big time hits. He also had two sons that were also assassins but his daughter what is the best of the best.

Other crime bosses could not compare to what he raised. Most daughters of crime bosses were often pawns. Married off and sold into other families as a promise to work well together.

Not Sakura.

Named after the crime syndicate, her name beautiful moon was quite fitting because no one saw death coming when they looked into her beautiful deep brown eyes. Like Helen of Troy she had caused the downfall of many other syndicates that threaten to pull her father out of power.

This perfectly balanced tower of cards came crashing down when Mizuki's last job. mistakes were never made in her line of work. Mistakes always meant life or death. This one mistake would not only cost her reputation but her family.

The hip she had lined up went according to plan or so she thought. The leader of The wild dogs was on her list. She only knew of him from tales that her brothers and father talk to her and the photo she had given to her slipped inside a discrete manila envelope. A photogenic memory serves her well in her line of work. It wasn’t difficult to lure men to meet with her. In fact it was like leading lambs to the slaughter.

With a face like an angel in a body like a succubus this mob boss daughter always had suitors. It was easy to infiltrate the wild dogs. They welcomed her in with open arms. Being undercover was easy for this doll faced cobra. The job didn’t take long she was in and out in no time. Though there was one problem. The hit she took out was not the head mob boss of the wild dogs it was his eldest son.

How could that be so bad? The son of a mob boss is just as bad as his father. Many would say that but in the world Mizuki was raised in that was a slap to the face and a sign of war. The death of the son of the wild dogs sent the mob bosses into a frenzy. With the mob bosses at each other’s throats looking to get revenge and The Red Moon syndicate not wanting to take a massive hit Ichiro did what no father wanted to do.

Dispose of his daughter. And by dispose no he wasn’t going to kill her. The yakuza thrived on revenge and punishment. Even if he did kill his femme fatale daughter the war would not end. He knew his sons would be next in line to take the brunt of the anger the wild dogs held for the red moon. How could she have fucked up so badly? Mizuki had never messed up a hit not until now. Even she was flabbergasted.

Her father figured selling her off to a hitman overseas and showing that he got rid of her would be the olive branch to bring the families back together and stop the revenge war that would happen if he just hid his daughter away.

and this is how the beautiful Japanese yakuza Princess ended up stateside in sunny California. City of sin as some called it. For her it felt like the end of the line. Death would’ve been easier on this beautiful yakuza heiress.

“This hurts me more than it could ever hurt you Mizuki. I’m doing this for your own good. You’ve never made a mistake like this. I can’t risk my sons and your brothers for just you. You knew to be careful. You knew…” Ichiro began to lecture as his voice carried out in the opulent living room of this mystery American to Mizuki.

“Father I made no mistake you have to believe me. I didn’t do this to start a war. This isn’t my fault. I did what I was told why are you punishing me for this? I did not…” Mizuki tried to talk sense into her stone cold father but he raised his hand and without thinking backhanded his daughter causing her to fall to the ground in a loud thud.

“I did not raise you to beg like a bitch. You are already disgracing of the family line. Take your punishment like a proper Miura. We do not beg or grovel. Don’t make me ashamed of you daughter. If you serve your purpose here well maybe just maybe the families could forgive you for what you’ve done. You are lucky they are not demanding your head on a silver platter. You should be grateful for the leniency.” Ichiro’s Voice boom de crescendoed in this mansion. All of his henchmen were silent and none of them came to Mizuki’s aid though they did look sad and concerned but none of them dared to stand up to her father. What he said goes. His word was God. God had decided to send his daughter and tell her off to the highest bidder. “Perhaps this will humble you and teach you to do a better job. My own flesh and blood.” restraining himself he didn’t spit on her but he gave her a look of disgust. He wouldn’t let it show but this hurt him just as much. The yakuza grand boss raised her to be the perfect assassin and now he was losing her. At least she’s still be alive. The phone calls he made let him Aiden Marshall. His name has floated around Japan as well but he knew by placing his daughter with him she at least would be able to stay alive.

Mizuki picked herself up from the cool marble floor. Brushing herself off and trying not to look angry. Daughters of yakuza cannot afford to cry. They could not afford emotion. Emotion but they were weak. So if you looked into her eyes the pain was easily seen. To have her father reject her broke her heart and the fact that he didn’t believe her hurt even To have her father reject her broke her heart and the fact that he didn’t believe her hurt even worse.

Dressed in red she was a sight to be hold. Hair as dark as the void was pulled up info a formal up-do. So dark anyone would swear they could see their reflection in it. Her neck was dripping in diamonds as if she were offering to the gods. And for now Aiden was her God. If it wasn’t for him she’d be dead right now.

She was beauty.
She was grace.
She was no longer an official Miura.

It was so silent they could probably hear a pin drop as they waited for the arrival of the handoff. There had to be proof of this handoff and the only reason her father was there was to get the signed contract and proof that she was given away to someone overseas.

“Now you listen and you listen good dearest daughter. This man owns you. He is your God. You shall do what he says. If I hear from him or anyone else that you disobeyed him I will kill you myself!” that deep voice of his striking fear into all of his men and yet his daughter looked upon him with a mix of sadness and anger but not fear. Mizuki did not fear death she feared being shamed and ostracized. She could’ve argued back but she stayed silent and bowed to her father showing that she was submissive and agreeing to what he was saying even though she said no words.

No one spoke after that outburst not even the lady in red. Codename Sakura would soon no longer be associated with the red moon. What away did her in this new country she had no idea. All she knew was that she could never return to Japan until this matter was sorted out if it ever was.

For now she stood next to her father. This would be the last time she graced his presence as an ally.

 

[Penitency]

There was no one better in the business of killing than Aiden Marshall, at least Stateside.

He was meticulous, precise, and complex tool deployed when the job needed to be done right the first time. Aiden was the scalpel in a gangster's or syndicate's toolbox. As a gun for hire, many of the shadowy families up-paid for his form of artwork that was discrete and always under the radar. Aiden oft preferred to work for the highest bidder for each complex contract, never staying under the finger of one family for long. Besides, when organizations were bidding for your services, your price tended to keep inflating with every job well done. Aiden was the top tier death dealer you'd only reach out to on last circumstance.

Because of the nature of his vocation, Aiden was no more than a ghost whispered off the tongues of men and criminal overlords alike. Those in the know gossiped about his accomplishments over alcohol and cigars as if he was no more than a boogeyman or legend. Other assassins, serving the High Table or freelance, did their best to validate their preconceptions over bourbon with more seasoned members of the trade. If you had contact with Aiden, you were at the top of your field. Only so many had a way to reach out to him through back alley channels, but the oyabun of the Red Moon syndicate did.

The Red Moon sydnicate had been one of Aiden's most esteemed contractors in the States, while they often deployed their own at home. However, the gods had shone down upon Aiden when Mizuki Miura fell out of grace like a bomb from the sky. Her last contract was so explosive, her own father, the oyabun, had no choice but to make the situation right to avoid all-out war between feuding families that spanned back generations.

Mizuki was beautiful, and he'd be a fool not to capitalize on such a woman who needed a new home like a cat left out in the rain. It was either become property, or face death. There was no going back home for her; There was no more protection for her except for the arms of an American in the states. An American who happened to be a rival at heart, in the same field, once put upon the same level as her.

Now Aiden was top dog in the States, and possibly abroad.

Black dress shoes audibly tapped against the smooth stone flooring of the long stretching drive way leading up to Aiden's California hillside estate. Aiden's footsteps were so confident and professional, a swagger accented each one that spoke of power and capability. A pair of black dress slacks barely moved about the ankles, a sign of how well tailored they were. Powerful thighs and muscular calves nestled beneath the fabric, moving in unison with his well defined figure. A white button up shirt flowed down mountainous shoulders, slanting from either side of his thick neck. The sleeves were folded at either elbow, forcing the upper halves to hug defined biceps and triceps. Both pectorals were squared in shape, pushing against the buttons that lined their centers and straining them just right. A simple and thin, black tie swung loosely from about the neck.

Aiden lifted his sculpted forearm before his chest in order to check the time on his green faced Rolex Submariner 116610LV strapped to his wrist. "They're early. I should have expected it." His deep voice rolled low from under his breath in a self-whisper.

Confident footsteps continued to carry the handsome male through the stretch of driveway, the hot California sun beaming down on his sun-kissed complexion. Crystal blue eyes fixated upon the mass of Red Moon members, kobun and oyabun alike, standing before a trio of unmarked, black colored Chevy SUVs that were undoubtedly armored and modified to protect their leader. The stunning Mizuki stood between the mass of Yakuza and her father, looking jaw-dropping in her red dress. They all stood tall, proud, like soldiers on a marching line.

She could come to see Aiden had long black hair, swept to the nape of his neck and tucked behind either ear. His piercing blue eyes were almost as bright as an ocean shore. Maintained and short, a fair amount of stubble ran along his cheeks and lip line. His jaw was rigid and well defined; cheek bones visible but not too obnoxious. A scar could be seen splitting the right brow above his eye. Both dress shoes audibly stopped against the pavement before her as he tucked both hands into the pockets of his slacks handsomely. Both of his forearms had tattoos, ink, running up until vanishing into the folded sleeves of his button up.

A smirk pulled from his lips as he settled his eyes upon her, but subtly bowed toward her father in respect. Aiden didn't bow long, far, nor deep. No, he kept it brief. He didn't have that much respect for his counterparts-- they were all equally bloodthirsty bastards as he was.

"I hope the trip in wasn't long. Welcome to Cali." His voice was deep - sensual. Something you'd expect a murderer to have. "Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Miura."

Tipping his head back some, the brute looked down at Mizuki now from his six foot, three inch tall advantage. His tongue brushed against his bottom lip, "she's prettier than I had imagined. Come, Mizuki," Aiden untucked a hand from his pocket, extending it for her to take like a dog connecting its leash, "I'll see you inside."

 

[Penitency]

"Mm, I've heard whispers of the circumstances through channels, Mr. Miura," Aiden confirmed with the purse of his lips in a thoughtful manner. The large, brutish, muscular hitman clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a regretful fashion, as if sympathizing with the oyabun before him, "tch, too bad this trip was not under better pretenses for you and family."

Those oceanic colored eyes moved upon Mizuki as if uncontrollable. She was so beautiful, the brash hitman couldn't help but admire even in the presence of Ichiro. However, even in his moment of visual worship of her, the man remained calm, collected, and cool. There was an unbreakable and calculated air about the way he carried himself, and the immaculate estate behind him only added to that majesty.

Ichiro's step up had Aiden surprised, his head tipping back a little bit more as if to give thought of what might come from this. That's when he arched a brow, noticing the opened briefcase and the money within. Clearing his throat, Aiden nodded his head very subtly but did not bend at the waist, "Thank you, Mr. Miura. I appreciate the sweeter. You do not have anything to worry about." Little did he know of Mizuki, but Aiden figured he was man enough to handle whatever came his way.

Soon enough, Aiden's hand did find Mizuki's like a stray cat finding its owner. Fingers tightened, showing her force, but not enough to cause any real discomfort. Aiden's tricep blared against the folded sleeve of his shirt as he guided her in, Ichiro's men at his back. They were welcomed into his home, a grand living room with walls made of impact glass that looked out upon the infinity pool and green vegetation of the California hillside. It was here she'd find the modern interior and architecture of something so simple yet elegant. Wherever one looked, there was a view of the patio or city beyond like a beckoning finger to an adventurous soul.

"Can I get you coffee or tea, Mr. Miura?" Aiden was never one for tradition, dropping titles and surnames for what he'd typically address someone in the States. It's not that Aiden did not understand Ichiro's culture or routine, but he just had no desire to give into it too much. Give these murderers too much respect and they'd soon stab you in the back and leave your corpse for the crows.

One hand motioned to a large, quartz kitchen island where barstools lined either side. Ichiro's kobun all sat after their oyabun, the briefcase also placed at the center. Aiden noticed some men standing guard near the door leading out to his garage and tossed them a narrowed look as he turned his back on the group, letting Mizuki go. He'd begin to start a pot of coffee just incase, before turning to move toward the kitchen island. A unnamed, suited kobun slide a pen and paper forwards near the briefcase, displaying Aiden the contract.

Aiden brushed a hand across his lips, tossed Mizuki a look, and began reading over the document before placing it back down. Mizuki was officially bound to him as property, a measure needed to save her family from all-out war. And so, Aiden signed, slid the paper back, and placed the pen down while looking over to her.

"It's official then."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden turned his back upon the meeting to reach into a set of overhead cabinets after signing; his rippling shoulder blades shifted against the tailored fabrics of his button-up shirt as he did so. Two white mugs were pulled from within and set before the carafe of fresh coffee. The scent of brewed coffee always put Aiden at ease, but this situation was hard to ease from considering the details. As he began pouring coffee into the mugs, Aiden's chin turned to his shoulder. Oceanic eyes watched from their corners as Ichiro burned Mizuki's passports with one of his men's lighters.

He couldn't help but smirk, amused at the sign of what that meant. Aiden turned, looked at the coffee, and hid his amusement by busying himself. It wasn't long that he was turning, walking over to the group, and sliding one mug across the kitchen island toward Ichiro. He'd hold his own before his burly chest, that black tie of his swaying across the expanse of those expansive pectoral muscles. Aiden had nothing more to add to this considering how well Ichiro understood and handled the situation, but an arched brow denoted how Aiden had caught unto the fact that Mizuki had a rebellious side.

She was a top assassin, or was previously, after all.

Aiden tipped his mug, sipped from its contents, and lowered it down before his chest. A deep seated sigh pushed through his nose as he felt the warm liquid going down his throat. "Mm, well, I am glad we could do business." The towering hitman exchanged glances with one of the men who looked at him too long, and too intensely. Some of them seemed to be protective over Ichiro's daughter, and Aiden did not divert eyes until that particular kobun did.

'Some of these kids act real tough,' Aiden thought to himself, sneering as he looked away from the foot soldier who dared glance his way in that manner. That snarl turned into a half-hearted smile toward Ichiro.

Another sip of his coffee, and then Aiden continued on, "I know our agreement comes with the execution of the jobs mentioned in the contract, too. I'll make sure it gets done, and I'll send updates as they are." Clearing his throat, putting down his coffee on the kitchen table, Aiden began to move toward Mizuki and curled one of his chiseled, muscular arms around her shoulders. This action had the busty Asian reeling into his hard, rocky chest. Aiden peered down at her with the tilt of his head, chin to collarbone, because of the height advantage he had.

"That sweeter money is probably going to go to Mizuki's new wardrobe, honestly."

That's when his attention turned upon her, now, even though his eyes already were. "I hope you understand your place, your role, in all this. I expect service; I expect obedience." Aiden wisely made her swear these things in front of her father, his arm bringing her closer, firmer up against his unwavering chest. He'd lean his head further down, his stubbled cheek brushing against her own, as he whispered hotly into her ear with his rocky timber, "say it."

 

[Penitency]

The feeling of Mizuki's body pressed to his, manipulated by his sculpted arm, had Aiden's heartrate increasing with every passing second. However, from the outside, he remained cool and collected in front of his newest possession and her disowning father. There was no way he was going to let her get away with disrespect, and her curse had him releasing an audible smirk. An arrogant and disappointed smirk that spelled his immediate feelings in response to her open rebellion. 'Wrong move' he thought to himself between that bout of amusement. The arm around her shoulders kept tight, but now, his other came upwards to clasp at the beautiful woman's lithe throat.

Mizuki would find his hand large; it dwarfed the column of her neck as it wrapped around her. The web of his thumb came to apply pressure upon her windpipe, squeezing her throat ever firmly to stop her from being able to take down more air. Air her heart desperately needed right now. Aiden remained up against her cheek with his stubbled one, snarling into her ear at that whispered volume while burying his face into her neck, "we're going to start off like this then, hm? I am going to take pleasure in breaking you. But you should also remember I am your only lifeline left." When his venomous words reached her ear, the man released Mizuki's throat and left her aside, walking back over toward his coffee.

One hand brushed over his lips before reaching down for the mug, bringing it back up to his lips. Bright blue eyes moved back on Ichiro as he sipped, soon lowering the cup to speak, "I might be rethinking the idea of buying her any clothes at all, at this rate. Maybe she'll be better off without, as primitive and unrefined as her attitude is." Aiden could only joke with himself at this point, laughing under his breath in a mixture of sarcasm, amusement, and disbelief.

"I should have known she'd have a rebellious streak to her, though. She use to be highly regarded before her fall from grace. But I am confident..." Aiden pursed his lips, stopping himself, thinking, and continuing, "no, very confident that she'll be much different the next time you might cross paths with her. If you ever do again."

While Aiden understood violence, the towering brute also knew smacking Mizuki wasn't about to change her temperament. No, she was bred for violence and knew how to handle pain. In order to break Mizuki to something much more submissive, this was going to take patience and some grade A mind-fucking. Long-term training and conditioning of her instincts had to be on the top of the list, and Aiden knew it. The handsome, devilish grin upon his lips let everyone in on the secret he was harboring.

"Either way, I hate to be a bad host, but I do have business to attend to soon. Maybe we can meet again under much more favorable circumstances, hm?"

 

[Penitency]

"Until then," Aiden bowed his head subtly again, much like he had done when he had welcomed them to his home. There was a slight twinge of annoyance written across the man's handsome and stubble laden face. Mizuki was beautiful and fiery, but he did not expect her resistance in front of her own father, who merely shrugged his shoulders and said 'I told you so.' While violence, his grip upon her throat, pacified the stunning Asian, Aiden knew it was a mere temporary measure. Doing that repeatedly was not about to turn her into an obedient little fleshlight he could beckon around his house. And so, he'd close the door quietly behind the group after watching them step into their black SUVs and depart in unison.

A deep seated sigh pushed through the man's Hollywood nose. Aiden turned now, his back to the front door and front facing her far into the kitchen, before beginning to walk in his self-assured gait. One smooth footstep after the other had each impact ringing out in the large, arched interior of his modern styled home full of glass and metal. Aiden's right hand adjusted the knot of his tie, his head shifting from left to right, on his approach. When he was back in the kitchen with her, Aiden placed his palms into the smooth quartz of his kitchen island, forcing his triceps to the surface of his folded sleeves. Mountainous shoulders bulked up at either side of his neck as he leveled eyes with her.

"I know this situation is not normal for a woman of your prior station, even if you're use to seeing the slavery that your father and his Yakuza traffic on the regular." Aiden drummed his fingers along the quartz in thought before pushing himself upright, reaching for the briefcase and sliding it his way. "But in any case, it could be worse: your family enshrined in constant war and you the root cause of it, bringing shame and dishonor to your doorstep, squarely on your shoulders. I will be honest with you, I did this because I knew of your abilities as a 'contractor' like me," Aiden pushed a index finger into his brutish chest, "but I also knew of how stunning you were from the one time I saw you a year go."

Aiden looked off toward the patio, his head twisting to a shoulder distantly, "either way, I got something for you. It was to be your welcoming gift." Aiden turned his back upon her now, leaving her standing in that beautiful little red dress inside of his bright kitchen full of natural light.

He'd turn the corner, vanish for a second, and return with something in hand. A black jewelry box. Aiden's calm and collected stride began to bring him close to her, stopping a few inches away. He'd look up at her, his lips solemn, before those oceanic eyes dropped down on the box. She could smell the fading scent of his cologne and see the reflection of his extremely lavish watch strapped to his wrist. Aiden's deep voice lowered some, "I demand and I expect. But I also know how to return the favor."

The towering brute opened the box before her, unveiling a opulent diamond choker necklace lined with countless, real rocks. The link-like formation of white gold lined a black leather collar behind it. He'd undo the custom made collar at the front clasp, the jewelry clamoring about at the front of the leather, "I expect this collar to never leave your neck. Turn around, let me replace that necklace with my own, Mizuki."

 

[Penitency]

Mizuki's curious, skeptical attitude almost made Aiden laugh at the implication. His actions seemed to truly throw the buxom Asian into a tailspin, unable to decipher whether he was being honest or deceitful. While Aiden wanted to spoil her as his possession, his plaything, the man also wished to create chaos in her mind. Aiden was a calculated and cunning man, not just some simple brute that forced his way through things using his muscles and height advantage. No, he was smart as much as he was strong and gifted, so this should come as no surprise even if this situation was anything but normal.

When Mizuki turned, her hair held up, the towering hitman stepped up behind her with the thud of his footsteps. One hand placed his necklace down for a moment on the quartz of his kitchen counter, allowing him to undo her current necklace carefully. There were no tricks, no games, in what he did right now. Instead, her old necklace was placed in the new box, and the new necklace and collar was wrapped around her slender, elegant neck. A deep seated hum, one of approval, seemed to rumble within Aiden's mouth as if acknowledging he was admiring her, and truthfully liked what he saw.

The soft leather of the collar behind the necklace curled around her neck, the clasp was done like a belt buckle behind her neck before it was shuffled slowly, carefully, to the front of her throat. The necklace shone, glistened, under the interior and natural lighting of his multi-million dollar home. When that was done, he'd signal for her to let her hair down with the brush of his hand upon hers, "good girl. Turn, let me see."

Aiden backed up with his words, letting his hard and muscled ass hit the edge of the kitchen counter behind him. A firm nod signaled he was happy with how it looked before he pursed his lips, gave it some thought, and continued with his deep timber, "mmh, better than I expected. You're stunning, Mizuki. But you're tense; on edge. Ready to lash out. Instinctual violence within you seems to bubble up, but rest assured, my little crane: I don't want to hurt you." Aiden shook his head, looking away from her now ever casually as he pushed off the kitchen counter and brushed a hand across his broad, muscled chest.

"Besides, if you think I'll be abusive with you in a physical manner, I think you've taken me as an idiot." The towering man smirked, tipping his head more toward one shoulder as he admired her with his roaming, deep blue eyes, "no, I plan on ruining your life in more ways than just that. Besides, I know pain isn't the way to your obedience. You've been raised to embrace pain-- to accept it. So, don't think I haven't thought it all through."

Aiden picked up his unfinished, almost cold coffee from the counter nearby and sipped from it, turning to face her again, "you must have a million questions in your head right now. If you stop playing stubborn, my crane, I'd be willing to entertain some. Maybe I can give you some clarity into what I plan to do given this might be an awkward situation for you right now."

 

[Penitency]

There was a swagger, an unmatched confidence, that followed the Adonis like a natural aura. He'd handsomely keep a subtle smile upon his face, a knowing and expecting one, while those crystal blue eyes scanned over her form like a hungry wolf its prey. Another sip of his coffee hid a rather amused smirk that played upon his lips at her words, clearly unphased and undisturbed by her snarky nature. It's not like she'd have much more than that. She was his, and there was nothing she could do to change that now. Instead, our powerful hitman held all the cards.

"Owe me? If I give you the opportunity to ask questions, it comes with no strings. I don't need to add strings considering I pull all of yours like a marionette. I own you. Don't forget it. If you need a reminder," he motioned to her with the tip of his cup, "touch the collar around your neck. Enough said."

The comment about playing his game had him winking toward her as he sipped the final drop of his coffee and before setting aside the white colored mug on the kitchen counter behind him. Clearing his throat, the brute crossed both bulky arms over his pectoral muscles. That very action had his button up shirt and tie absolutely shifting, accommodating, to how big his form was. Aiden towered above her and could easily swallow the pretty little thing up with one hand.

"Look at you," he arched a brow, tipping his head to one side again, "why would I not want to own you given the fact that your father was looking for any and all suitors to pawn you off? If you think I purchased you only for your killing talents, you're giving me too much credit. Your body is something I'd want to own, and so, here we are." There was a childish, playful smile tugging at Aiden's warm lips at mention of his selfish reasons.

"But that's not to say I don't plan on using you, deploying you in the field, for your murderous skillset. Unfortunately, we're far, far from that. There is no way I have a shred of trust to get there yet."

Aiden huffed, brushed a hand across his lips, and pondered things while looking upon her. "Before you continue on with questions, I do have some ground rules before I forget. You'll see some keycard access doors in my estate. You steer clear of them. Off limits. And second, you must be in a two piece bikini, lingerie, or naked while at home here. This," he motioned to her with a finger, "is too much clothing for my tastes. I am guessing we need to order you a new wardrobe, hm? Unless you brought something?"

"Anyways, I need to take a call and handle some work. If you have another question, make it quick."

 

[Penitency]

"I know plenty about you," Aiden's words lowered, his eyes narrowed with a sense of annoyance at her hearty, mocking laugh, "Mizuki." There was no acceptance in his hardened facial portrait at her deprecating humor. No, Aiden wasn't having it at all. These two were the top of their field, and to mock that Aiden had no clue of who she truly was would be a far fetch.

Aiden paused, his rock hard glutes leaning up against the kitchen island's edge once more. Those crystalline blue eyes seemed to study her, moving along the gentle and smooth lines of her face. The towering Adonis before her was sizing her up, reading her facial features, and looking for tell-tale signs in her expressions. There was no doubt Aiden was looking for vulnerabilities as she began speaking again, picking up the angelic tone of her voice that was mixed with a biting sarcasm. His hands reached behind him, gripping the counter's edge which forced his mountainous shoulders to shift against his button up.

To his surprise, Mizuki was fast to obey his rules of the house. His gaze followed her hands before they began to admire her body. Ever curious, worshipping irises dotted from her neckline down to her generous breasts. From there, they moved like a pair of hands exploring her ribcage that flowed into an athletic stomach and flared hips. Aiden bit down on his bottom lip with the top row of his pearly whites, muting his pleasure in being at her altar. The assassin could feel his heart-rate tick upwards, now beating hard beneath the ample slope of his own pectoral muscles.

Her words had him arching a brow, but his gaze remained upon her. It was obvious she could stab at him, plunge that pin right into his neck, but instead opted to toss it across the floor like a good little plaything. Aiden's throat visibly shifted against the stubble covering it as he swallowed hard, but remained cool and collected on the outside. Their eyes never left one another when she made contact for Aiden wasn't shy nor timid. No, he met her and directly challenged her to leave it first.

"Good girl," he nodded his head subtly once, "I am glad you can take orders without much training. While you're right-- your mind might be a tough one to break, this body of yours is at my will."

Aiden pushed off the counter with his backside, stepped forwards with confident footsteps, and reached out with a calloused, workman-like hand. Thick fingers came to brush over one of her breasts, letting his palm weight it before softly groping. Thumb and index fingers lifted, pinching at her nipple gently before rolling it between them. Despite groaning in his throat with a closed mouth to voice his approval, the man's face was stern and serious. After teasing her, getting his fill, he'd release her when the iPhone in his pocket began to ring.

"Always on time," he noted, reaching into his pocket and pulling the phone up to his ear, "hey there."

A lingering look was tossed her way as he began to step away from Mizuki, moving toward the patio with long, powerful strides. With his back upon her, the muscular brute pulled open a sliding glass door and began to step out unto the fading orange sun as he listened to the man on the other line, "mhm, that's fine. Send the details per usual protocol. Encrypted."

The sound of birds overhead welcomed the estate owner to the evening, the sun almost dipping beneath the horizon given Mizuki had arrived at around 7 o'clock his time.

"Yeah, I can do that." He continued to have a conversation, leaving Mizuki to her own devices. He wouldn't tell her no if she decided to eavesdrop, or distract him. Aiden carefully took a seat in one of many lounge chairs by the pool, laying back as he stayed on the line.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden remained staring off at the distant sunset while the man on the other side of his secure line rambled about contractual details; deep blue colored irises settled upon the lingering glow of orange that the defeated sun blanketed the city in on its way out like some dwindling flame. It bounced off of Aiden's fairly tanned complexion, giving his large frame a halo the murderous assassin did not deserve in the slightest. It was here, laid out in his lounge chair, one foot on and the other off, that the brute found some peace as his rippling shoulder blades pressed into the forgiving fabric of the chair behind him.

The movement of his beautiful and buxom Asian playtoy had his eyes shifting upon her silhouette drawn across the pavement of his patio. A hard swallow shifted his throat once more just thinking of how she looked without her red dress. The notion that she had her hairpin, or possibly went to pick it up, did not deter or make him hesitant. No, Aiden welcomed death at all times; she'd never find him nervous or scared at a moment in which the grim reaper could come calling. Aiden had made a deal with the soul-snatcher a long time ago. When his time came, he'd welcome the hooded touch of death with a smile on his lips and move forward. It was the only way someone could keep their sanity in this business, considering death came knocking often.

However, he was far from death. No, it was obvious when Mizuki came with deviant intent. Aiden's eyes lifted upon her angelic face, his neck felt the warmth of her hand pressing to it. It cut off his words mid-sentence with the person on the other line, "we need--uhn--" The contact on the line questioned if things were okay, but Aiden remained silent as he peered up to his beautiful little toy, her legs straddling him and heat grinding up against his clothed cock that was dormant up until this point. However, as she generated friction, she'd find his thick and sizable girth rising up against the expensive material of his dress slacks, promising more than she could handle beneath.

A deep seated groan cut into his conversation, but it was low and stayed within the recesses of his throat like some powerful lion enjoying the attention of a much more submissive, eager mate. It was not picked up on his phone call, but the warm pecks of her lips almost did. Goosebumps rose up on Aiden's skin instinctually, but his clothing did well to hide it. The muscular brute showed his control, patience, and experience when he continued to hold the conversation while shifting his neck away from her, granting her more room to work as if giving her the permission she needed.

"I think we can make that work," he mentioned on on the phone, talking to the other male that sounded older, heavier.

Her words had him grinning up to her, licking at his bottom lip while remaining silent. At this point, Mizuki could feel the tent of his slacks growing, that vein laden length beneath her was hardening the more she teased at him. The hand now holding the phone moved to grip at her backside now, his fingers sinking into her malleable but firm flesh of a single cheek. It was more possessive than anything, his eyes fixated upon her while he paid attention to the call.

"Maybe I should get on the phone more often," he whispered to her, noting she seemed eager to provide him attention while doing business.

"What?" The male on the other side said in return, audible to them both. Aiden smirked, "nothing, doesn't pertain to this call. Anything else?"

"Alright then, don't forget to send communication." Aiden pursed his lips, looking up at her with an arched brow, "later then."

And with that, he'd toss his phone on the lounge chair nearby, letting his hand lower to join the other on her backside, holding unto her tight with the flare of his biceps.

"You're only my business when I make it my business. Right now? You might be too good to pass up before my next meeting."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden gripped tight, his palms measured up the size of her ass before came the clamp of his thick fingers across her cheeks. She could feel the muscular brute's forearms flare up against her sides as they encased her, the ink of his tattoos giving rise upon his tanned complexion before dipping into the folded sleeves of his button-up. Every action was possessive, his grip tight and commanding, as if telling her without words that her body was his to do with as he pleased, whenever he wanted it. Her whispered words, and the heated brush of her lips upon his neck worked the brute up, his slacks straining more so against the bulge beneath that was ever intensifying.

"Any proper man will tell you to know your place," Aiden spoke in a coarse, gravely tone at a bedroom volume that was a touch above a heated whisper, "so know your place, Mizuki. I'll do damn well as I please. You'll listen and obey, then thank me for it when we're done." The right hand cupping, gripping at her ass lifted up before crashing back down with an audible 'slap.' The clap of Aiden's powerful swat had her cheek reddening and jiggling up against his now stationary palm, fingers tightening again as he kept his voice low still, eyes upon her sternly. "Don't act like you have the upper hand here." Those words hinted that he knew what was behind him, the prick of that hairpin tickled at his scalp. A knowing, handsome smile began to settle upon his lips.

The wet spot grinding upon him only meant that Mizuki was enjoying this teasing, but Aiden knew he had to show her her place. And so, with a mixed martial artist's grace, he'd twist his hips up and to the side. This meant that Mizuki would find herself falling, reversing position, until her back found the tense, slightly forgiving canvas of the lounge chair. He was so powerful she'd have no choice but to go with his actions. As he twisted his hips and slipped over top of her, forcing her unto her back with his hips between her legs, Aiden had also relinquished her of the hairpin she had been holding behind his head. The powerful hitman lifted the hairpin over a shoulder, looking as if he was about to jam it right into her neck. However, it landed into the lounge chair, cutting a hole in the fabric next to her ear.

As he held it there, stuck in the chair, the man leaned forwards and whispered as he did, "shut up and give me everything." Those playful words came without objection. Aiden's warm and eager lips found Mizuki's own, crashing down upon her with a passionate hunger that was more than enough to stop her from responding. The hand not holding unto the pin would reach down, gripping her neck firmly with the press of his thumb over her throat. The other fingers fanned out, brushing across her jaw and neck while he tipped his head to the side, firmly brushing and stroking his lips over her own even if she decided to fight or not. No, there would be no resistance.

Instead, his tongue would join in the strokes of his lips as the sun poured over his mountainous shoulders. Aiden's figure plotted out the light behind him, showering her in his shadow as his body blanketed her whole. V-cut and diamond shaped hips moved in accordance with a striated core, firmly grinding his slacks down upon her weeping pussy as she had been doing to him earlier. Aiden's skillful tongue sought her own as he did, his hand cutting off her airways before giving her breath, their lips dancing and tongues wrestling with every long stroke. The brute let it linger, their frustrations spilling over, before he pulled back to lean his forehead atop of her own.

The hand upon the hairpin released and began traveling down her arm, her breast, across her stomach before cupping between her legs. This mean his lower body shifted back some, granting him room to let his index finger to press down on her hidden clit, slowly drawing circles across it with the pad of his finger to beckon it out as he looked her in the eyes so close, "I think it's time we trained you properly, then. You seem to want to rush to it, don't you?"

 

[Penitency]

It had been a long time since Aiden had indulged in such carnal needs given his occupation had him constantly on the move, but everything came back naturally with Mizuki. Their lips stroked, tongues wrestled, his hand tightened around her neck, and bodies brushed. The hairpin jammed into the lounge chair beside her had been forgotten, left there as if daring the former assassin to try it. Instead, Aiden focused on the dangerous task of taming this rebellious little plaything; his stern words were always accompanied by actions. He could feel Mizuki's goosebumps rising as their bodies remained so close, brushing across one another while he towered above her, plotting out the sun.

Deliciously, her figure reacted in ways Aiden never thought possible. While Mizuki seemed to wear a poker face, her moans, groans, and heated quivers were betraying that very guise. Mizuki's arms would find his broad upper torso almost impossible to wrap around. Her much smaller hands would find the rippling muscle of his shoulder blades pressing back upon her, challenging her to run her nails across them and the fabric covering them. Aiden's hand remained upon her throat, squeezing down occasionally but never getting to an extremely uncomfortable point. No, he merely robbed some air of hers between the strokes of their lips before returning it to her like a god would his worshippers. She only breathed if he so deemed her worth of it.

As his right hand lowered, drifted, and cupped between her lush thighs, Mizuki's words had him smirking once in a low volume. Her words annoyed him, that fight only egging his form of 'love' onwards. He choked her, tight, firm, unable to speak or breath as if making sure she couldn't continue to ruin the moment with her sass. The hand drawing circles over her clit slipped forwards slowly, generating friction, but now finding that warm, weeping passage of her pussy. First came his index finger, and next came the prodding of his middle as the man slowly began to pump inside her, the hand around her neck keeping her silent, in place, and at his will. Aiden granted Mizuki some air before taking it away again, undoubtedly bruising her lithe neck some, joining the collar that was already there.

Aiden had no remorse nor did he pause in anything he did. There was nothing more that he wanted than to have his way with the buxom Asian at his mercy right now; she didn't resist nor plead for him to stop, either. In fact, the more assertive he was with her, the more that tight, velvet channel seemed to hug at his fingers. As he began pumping those two fingers within her, his knuckles brushing up against her pussy lips each time, the towering brute leaned his head downwards, too. She could feel his hot breath across her neck, just above the collar, while his stubbled cheek brushed in raw fashion upon her own.

Each pump of his wrist had those inked fingers plunging deep, his thumb taking the second to brush over her clit when they surged in, ensuring it was never forgotten despite not getting the slow, deliberate semi-circles it had been receiving before he pushed inside of her. Warm lips found her neck, brushing, caressing, before he playfully bit at her earlobe. The hand upon Mizuki's throat lessened and instead planted into the lounge chair, supporting him with the bulky flex of his bicep. She'd watch those shoulders flare up against her hands and his shirt from below him.

That playful tug upon her earlobe brought it into his mouth where his tongue flicked along it's underside. A deep, vibrating groan rolled across it, translated from his mouth to her earlobe as he whispered while pulling his lips back, "cum for me, baby." While this seemed like a one-sided affair, Aiden was merely proving the point that he could do what he wanted, when he wanted, to her body and she'd have no choice but to obey.

 

[Penitency]

Each push of his two fingers within her warranted a hearty flex of his sculpted forearm and the accompanying bicep within the tight constraints of his folded sleeve. The arm propped against the lounge chair besides her face turned into a fist, brushing against the very side of her temple but was used for leverage to keep his body a few inches from her own, allowing him to maneuver his other arm between those beautiful thighs of hers. She could watch his shoulders rippling, shifting, as he stared down to her with his captivating gaze, as intense and stern as it looked right now. Her nails had drawn bruises, marks, that nearly drew blood against his button up shirt. If she drew blood, the towering hulk above her would care not.

There was little that could stop Aiden when he wanted something. If he wanted Mizuki, he'd get her. There would be no disagreement.

"Someone's wet," he groaned up against her earlobe, "so stop acting so fucking stubborn." A deep, dark chuckle rumbled into her ear as he amused himself, knowing just how much she really wanted this despite being so hardheaded. Well, it was his job to tame this brat, and so his two fingers continued to work their skillset to get there. He noticed her eyes rolling into the back of her head, his own scanning her beautiful face from the side profile he had. "Are all Asian woman this tight? Goddamn, Mizuki." The brutish hitman teased, his fingers drawing semi-circles on the way back until plunging forwards again in a slow, increasing rhythm.

In a surprise move, the brute slowly pulled back his fingers from her velvet chambers, allowing a bridge of fluid to connect fingertips to her pussy lips. After being far too separated from one another, that rope fell across the lounge chair. The same hand that had been exploring, pushing inside of her now moved to simply undo the button and zipper of his dress slacks. She could hear the audible note of that zipper as it was undone, his bicep bulging outwards with his maneuvering. A knowing grin took hold of his otherwise solemn, flatlined lips now. When his dress slacks had been undone enough, she'd feel and hear the slap of his hard, vein laden, up-curved cock across her stomach. It must have been a little upwards of more than eight inches and impressively thick.

That bulbous cockhead of his was picked up, his hand giving himself a few vivid strokes as he whispered into her ear again, "then I'll make sure to break you properly." Aiden ran his head once, twice, three times over her clit. He'd brush the underside of his impressive girth across those lips, hitting her clit on the upstroke before angling just right and puuusshing in with the inward thrust of his diamond patterned hips. The brute grabbed at one of her legs, holding it up against his hard flank, while the other remained pressed into the lounge chair beside her head. A deep seated, pleased moan rumbled in the man's throat as he leaned his forehead to her own, leveling eyes as he took the first thrust inside of her.

Mizuki's tight insides were just as stubborn as her spirit. But like her spirit, he'd break in properly.

Inch by inch, the brute eased himself into those tight insides that clamped down on him like a vice. He'd lick his bottom lip and whisper low again, "you'll understand this."

As he bottomed out, balls deep inside of her, the man brushed his lips against her own and beckoned out her tongue with his. That's when he began moving his hips back and setting a steady, body jolting rhythm in the groaning support of the lounge chair.

 

[Penitency]

No matter how much her palms pressed to him and tried to lift off that boulder of a man from atop of her, Aiden merely continued on with whatever he so wished to do to her. It was seconds before he was pushing forwards with the surging strength of his hips, sinking that imposing cock inside of her velvet chamber that clamped on him tighter than any woman he had been with prior to Mizuki. Her lithe and athletic frame seemed to lend itself to her fit, even as she beat upon his chest and left some bruising to go along with his tanned flesh beneath the button up still covering Aiden's brutish physique.

Her words had him grinning between a groan, peering down at her amusedly while also indulging in just how good she felt. In fact, Aiden looked like some murderer about to get away with the crime, that grin creeping along his lips only widened the more he felt and heard his hips crashing and clapping down upon her own, quaking her body across the surface of the lounge chair she had voluntarily ventured to. The little Crane had decided to tease and work up her Master while on a business call, but it was possible she never expected this to occur, Aiden now balls deep with each swing of his hips.

Each throw had his rounded head mashing up against her cervix like a ram at a castle gate. "I don't dare," he groaned, slamming home another mind-warping thrust into her heated chambers, "I do." Those words came with rasp, barely above a whisper at this point while their faces remained so close. His stubbled cheek found hers occasionally, brushing across, before he leveled eyes with her so she knew who was doing this to her and making her acknowledge it. Her plea to pull out had him chuckling between a moan, his laugh more like a villain's who was in the act of a crime. There was no stopping, instead, his hips threw faster, the impacts of their bodies getting louder.

Her attempt to bite him had some blood coming from his bottom lip; Mizuki's nails doing the same across his back. Aiden's shirt now collected up some of the blood coming from those claw-like marks across his rippling shoulder blades. Aiden leaned down aggressively for the kiss, his arms beginning to pull back in order to grab her beautiful, toned legs. As he slammed home a thrust, he'd lift her legs up and into a mating-press position now, his own body bracing above to really pound at her with a renewed depth and vigor. She'd find the crash of his hips up against her slightly raised pelvis and ass sent her body rocking hard against the chair. The lounge chair groaned, protested, each time.

Their tongues met, wrestled, his head tipped to one side so he could truly deepen their violent kiss. Both hands kept her legs pinned back, allowing him to hammer home those mind-fucking thrusts each time, the clap of their bodies echoing across the patio. A deep seated groan vibrated against her lips from his own as he moaned. They'd break the kiss, lock eyes, and exchange words, "I'll cum in you whenever I -- mnh-- please." There was no doubt this was a point to break this little Asian into the fuck toy he had always wanted-- to prove a point. Again and again he pushed, taunting her again, "this pussy is just begging me to bust in it. I couldn't pull out if I wanted to."

It wasn't long before he was slamming down his hips once last time, his hands pinning her legs back. Those heavy balls twitched, ached, as he groaned out, burying his head into the crook of her neck and biting at that sensitive flesh there, pulling back playfully and leaving his mark. Talking about leaving his mark, the man's hard cock twitched uncontrollably as he began emptying himself inside of her unprotected womb, each rope of seed pouring deep. So much so that it was beginning to overflow, drenching her, easily able to leak from her insides once he'd decide to pull out. But for now, he stayed in deep, making sure she got every last drop.

"Mnh, fuck, that should teach you a lesson." Aiden groaned up against her neck.

 

[Penitency]

There was no remorse, no hesitation, in everything Aiden impressed upon her. His hands pushed, pinned, her legs beside her torso and his own hips pummeled at her viciously. Each thrust had the chair protesting, her body welcoming, and his muscles tensing. Aiden's bulbous head knocked at her cervix each time, filling every centimeter of her at the summit of his thrusts; Mizuki's greedy little insides clamped upon him so tight that the hitman never figured he could leave. Her pussy was the jealous lover he had always wanted, and luckily for him, he owned her now. Blood now dotted his shirt at the front and back as if Aiden had just been in a goddamn knife fight, but the rippling Adonis seemed to have an otherworldly pain tolerance.

As he held himself balls deep, the ropes of his seed coming weaker now with every spurt, Aiden groaned up against her neck. That deep and rocky pitch of his would flow into her ear being so close, "for being so resistant, your body surely made sure I knew it enjoyed this." The towering beast of a man would ease up his grip on her thighs, allowing her legs to settle back down if she so wished it. There was something about her begging for him not to finish, telling him she was not on the pill, and her native tongue that had his heart beating as if he had just killed a man for money. In that moment, Aiden knew he made the right decision to take her in like a stray cat without a home.

There was a point that she was so tight, clamping down on his weakened cock that Aiden almost wanted to pull back. However, she kept him lodged tight, welcoming his every last drop despite her words. She could feel his hardened figure and his labored breaths that were harder, longer. Her words had him grinning before pulling from her now, allowing their combination of fluids to gush out and trickle in a stream across the back of her cheeks and thighs. Aiden's limp cock swayed across his own muscular thighs, dampening them in pearlescent fluid. As sweat rolled from his wavy hair, dampening his shirt, he'd leave Mizuki a mess across his lounge chair as if she was a fleshlight at his command.

"I know," he noted in a hum, one hand brushing across her jawline as he began to walk away now, "I know." He taunted, letting her have that last word before he'd begin to walk into his large estate, leaving her like a crumpled little plaything in his patio.

Aiden had to attend to a contract, and so, he'd march upstairs and change into a black and white suit after taking a quick shower. He'd descend the stairs with marching footsteps, black dress shoes matched the tailored slacks of his ensemble. Much like the ruined shirt of before, another white button up hugged a this broad and endless upper torso, along with a fresh black sports coat that matched a skinny tie hanging before his looming pectoral muscles. A Glock 19x had been tucked into a sidecar holster at his lower back. It and two spare magazines loaded into a placard had been hidden by his coat, both hands adjusted the lapels of it handsomely as he came downstairs.

One hand swept back his combed, neat hair and brushed through the stubble upon his pronounced jaw. Oceanic eyes settled upon Mizuki as he explained the setup before he left: she'd be locked within the main portions of the house. Most rooms, save for the master bedroom and connecting bath, were locked off electronically. She'd only have access to the vital areas of the house, as the patio was sealed along with everything else. She'd have access to the television, but no phone or computer. She was without internet. It had been designed to make her focus on doing "wife" duties, such as cleaning, cooking, and the like. Another part of his mind games- training her to focus on her new life. Aiden knew Mizuki wouldn't lounge about all day- she wasn't that type.

Of course, she was limited clothing as described earlier, too.

And with that, the man would move to a connecting garage and fire up a BMW X5M before leaving her for a while.

---

0100 Hours​

Dead in the night, the garage door opening was the first sign that her Master was back from his contract. Next, as it could be heard closing shortly after, the brute could be seen opening the garage door that lead into the kitchen. His sport jacket was already off, tie undone, and first few buttons of his white shirt popped to expose the definition (bruised and scratched) beneath. Mizuki had done more damage than his recent contract hit tonight, but Aiden wasn't complaining.

The sport jacket was tossed atop of the kitchen island nearby, along with his undone tie. Both hands managed his burner phone before him, both thumbs typing something back over an encrypted communication line in some remote application no one would expect this type of chatter on. After hitting send, the man tossed his disposable phone atop of the jacket thrown about the kitchen island. Without his jacket on, the handgun and spare magazines could be seen holstered at his lower back, clipped to his belt.

Oceanic eyes roamed about as he called, "Mizuki?" The brute questioned, not seeing her immediately but also wondering what she had been up to for the last few hours without him.

Patient footsteps led him in as he sought her out, wherever she might be.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden tucked his hands into the pocket of his slacks as he stepped out toward the living room, not understanding that Mizuki was standing in a far corner of the kitchen behind him. Bright blue eyes roamed the balcony of the second floor after scanning the area before him at the ground floor without result. Without finding his busty little Asian playtoy, the brute had almost made his way to the stairs to seek her out before her angelic voice called out for an apology. Pausing, Aiden turned his head toward his shoulder and peered back at her first. With a grin at his lips, the brute was pleasantly surprised with her choice of outfit tonight.

A deep, whispered chuckle came from him, under his breath, at the thought of apologizing and having drinks with her at this time at night. Aiden was a night person due to his profession anyways; the man barely slept despite his insistence this job came naturally to him by now. Turning, he'd begin to make his way back into the kitchen while his hands remained tucked in the pockets of his dress slacks. He'd purse his lips in thought, but they were still in an amused grin, before speaking up in that rocky timber, "I regret nothing." Those words were equal parts serious and teasing.

Patient and confident footsteps stopped at her side. Aiden took a second to look over the champagne bottle, flutes, and strawberries laid out for consumption. The addition of dark chocolate was a good final touch to a little early morning snack she prepared. It wasn't like these two were going to sleep anytime soon. Aiden stepped up behind her, bringing his crotch upon the curve of her shapely ass, and hands came to hold her lithe little hips. They swallowed them whole as he leaned his head over her shoulder, spying down those ample breasts and the ensemble of food and champagne at her front. A deep rumble ruminated in his throat.

"Good girl," he hummed, "I never thought I'd like the notion of returning home from killing someone to see a hot Asian little sex pet, champagne, fruit, and dark chocolate but here we are."

Another deep fit of laughter was kept easy, subtle, his looming pectorals pushed against the back of her head due to their height difference with every inhale and exhale. One hand roamed over her collar and necklace before commenting, "I am not about to apologize, though. I'd do it again in a heart beat. You did mark me up pretty good, if that makes you feel better."

Considering he knew her legs were worn, tired, the towering Adonis wrapped his arms around her waist firmly when she was done pouring as his laughter trailed. He picked her up from behind like she was nothing, playfully, those large biceps mashed up against her sides as he commented, "I know I've probably worn you out so I'll be a gentleman and take you to the couch." Another playful tease as he put her over a shoulder like a caveman dragging his mate back home, a brutish and powerful move. It wasn't long though given the proximity, and he'd be easily settling her down unto his comfortable couch.

"I'll get the things you laid out." He confirmed, moving back into the kitchen before returning twice to lay out the champagne flutes, fruits, and chocolate upon the coffee table in front of her across a wood charcuterie board.

When everything was in place, he'd seat himself next to her on the couch, pulling his handgun from behind him and setting it upon the coffee table by them, as if a statement piece given their background. He trusted her not to go for it, and neither did he fear that. The two magazines were tossed nearby it, too, before Aiden settled back in the couch, one hand upon her thigh as he sighed comfortably, "mmh, long night. Easy job. Your scratch marks were worse than anything the mark threw at me tonight."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden always found himself grinning or smugly writing off Mizuki's veiled threats that came early and often in their conversations. However, there was a side of him that knew she could carry out the things she kept reminding him of. Given their dynamic, Aiden was forced to put that all aside. Instead, he'd treat her and condition her the way he wanted her to be, irrespective of what she might have been a day before being delivered to his estate. As he sat beside her, his hand grasping at one of her thighs, she could feel the bite of his workman's grip. His palm and fingers were large and weathered down from years of his trade. No one made it out of this business with their soul, and Aiden's was being worn daily.

Her look was ignored: of course Aiden wished his gun to be there. He was almost challenging her, testing her instincts, to see if she's truly want him dead despite having saved her family by taking this deal. A deep sigh pushed through the brutish American's nose when he leaned his large back against the couch cushions. Aiden could feel the bruising and bite of her claws in his back still. Those wounds were fresh and painful, but he'd play it off while sharing a moment of normalcy with her. If you could call this normalcy.

"To answer your question before: I don't mind scratch marks and such, but not when it looks like I got into a fight with a stray." He began chuckling under his breath again, forcing pectorals to rise and fall with his inhales and exhales. "But I guess I did, actually." Thick shoulders shifted as he leaned forwards, grabbed the flute filled with champagne, and sat back with another sore grunt. "Mmhm," he agreed again when she repeated his job was easy, "no wonder your family chose you to be the murderer. But I'd think someone who's made to be a chameleon would have an easier time conversing and adapting than you are right now." Aiden teased again, biting back when she sarcastically threw it in his face that this conversation was far too routine for their dynamic.

After having internal doubts of his drink not being drugged, the man set it aside on an end table for now. Given how sneaky this little plaything was, he didn't test the waters by playing dumb. Instead, one hand brushed across his lips as he looked at her with the turn of his head, "I'd be lying if I didn't want to hear more from you beyond that sarcastic little front of yours. But I guess this is early, and awkward. I bet you never imagined being sold to someone after making it to the top of our field." He pursed his lips with a smirk, looking toward the distant television playing on a low volume, some random movie on.

The hand upon her thigh squeezed, his eyes turned back upon her after a moment, "I am glad you know how to follow rules at least: this little outfit pleases me. Good girl. And yes, the job was easy enough. Rising politician that did not get along with some in the bratva. I am sure you know how that goes. Anyways, what did you even do while I was gone?" He'd motion toward the snack filled coffee table, "eat all my food and check every door to see if it was locked?" He teased with a grin, holding back some of his laughter that displayed upon his handsome face.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden couldn't help but grin, internally processing the fact that she had not tried to poison him, while deep blue eyes followed her actions, too. There was a silent acknowledgement, the fact that she had tasted his drink, proving it was safe, then had him collecting it from her own lithe fingers. Aiden took a sip following her own and savored the bubbly's trip down his throat before putting the flute on the end table beside him once more. "Surprising," he noted with a smirk, "I figured you could make anything into a poison if you tried hard enough. I almost thought that would be your forte, considering my methods are a little more... lead inclined."

Her words about the choice in outfit had him laughing again, this time more sarcastically inclined than humorous. "If you think an outfit is in any way an obstacle for a man like me, you're sorely mistake. But I see. You'll come to find out my preferences in due time. My real, deep wants. A little bit of training for the stray cat goes a long way."

Aiden brushed a hand across his lips, collected his flute, and took another sip while the television continued to provide ambient noise in the background. Her words about the hit had him nodding once subtly, swallowing his sip, and setting the flute down on the table again. "Mmhm," he hummed, ".308 from my rifle at a little short of a mile's diatance. He had a habit of showering near an open window, no blinds. His security detail missed that, it seems. They'll come upstairs to find a dead body and an overflowing tub soon. Probably have, already." There was a sense of pride in that clean hit, but our bulky hitman did not overindulge.

"Hell no," he laughed, biting back some more when she mentioned about knowing what she did today. Mizuki went on sarcastically anyways, earing her a snicker and a roll of the Adonis's eyes. A deep mutter escaped the man's lips as he lifted the flute for another sip, "Jesus Christ." At this point, our muscular hitman was wondering about the return policy on stray cats in his area. Another sip of his champagne saw it finished, and his thoughts washed away. He'd comment as she let out her long-winded explanation, "always thinking about you, love." Of course, equally sarcastic.

"I knew you'd map out my place in your head. But your passport is neither here nor there. Don't go looking for it, and don't expect it back." Those eyes leveled upon her, watching her eat the strawberry with intent. He'd click his tongue on the roof of his mouth at mention of punishing him. "Tch, punish me? No, not even on top of mind. I'll take the claw marks if it means getting what I want, in my selfish moment of need. But you- no. You don't get to doll out punishments. You'll accept them and thank me after, just like your pussy did when it greedily took everything I had to offer it and more."

Aiden put his flute aside and licked his bottom lip, "I should have fucked her, shouldn't I? She was a looker, too. Tell me, are you interested in women? Do you like the idea of watching me fuck the politician's wife after just ending her husband's life?" The towering American leaned in, eyes narrowed upon her as he tried to gauge where her question came from. He was trying to tap further into that intelligent little mind of hers, seeing where her interests are.

The hand upon her thigh slid down again, brushing along her inner thigh before finding the fabric of her panties beneath the frilly little skirt attached to the corset. Index finger prodded, brushed over where her pussy lips would be against the fabric, testing her as he awaited an answer.

"Did you fuck your marks before ending their lives? Tell me, what little dark secrets and desires are in that head of yours, my little Kitten."

 

[Penitency]

The turn of the conversation had Aiden absolutely floored in the best of ways. Mizuki was a cold-blooded killer, but Aiden had already knew that before he acquired this little stray cat of his. However, the fact that she was into the darker, more unique side of the sexual spectrum came at an absolute surprise. Despite his shock, the man did not outwardly display it. Instead, Aiden's right hand brushed over that clothed, panty-clad pussy before withdrawing from the frilly hem of her corset. No, he was so fixated upon her next words that he'd instead sit back, but turn his broad torso more toward her upon the couch.

"I should have, hm?" He confirmed her blunt answer by repeating it, "I like that. You're surprising me, my little stray. In the best of ways." The man's warm lips now curled into a rather devious grin that told her everything she needed to know. Both of them seemed twisted, dark, and unusual in that regard. What these two did for a living was nothing morale or good, but their spectrum also seemed to be aligned in that regard. Aiden's tongue brushed over his bottom lip before he'd tip his head toward one side like a curious puppy. An arch of his brow noted his interest in what she had to say as he remained silent as she spoke, describing what she'd do.

"Mm, lets drop the sweet summer child out of the story though. I hate that moniker. That and 'boy' do not sit well with me. But other than that, well. Wonderful imagery." Aiden couldn't help but laugh some, coming out as another deep and rocky chuckle that had his mountainous shoulders shifting beside his broad neck. A deep seated, pensive hum ruminated in his throat as he thought of different situations and scenes involving her and another little Asian pet. Mizuki was a surprise, but a lovely one at that. It seemed like she went both ways as a bi woman, too.

"You almost have me convinced I should buy another little Asian plaything to make sure you have company here, even when I am gone." Another playful laugh came from the brute. It was a wonder how these two could bond over such cruel and twisted ideas, but they did. Her next set of words had him arching his brow again and clearing his throat casually before responding. "Because I own you." Easy, simple enough, right? The man wore a stern facial expression while staring back at her, feeling her hands brushing over his rock solid chest. She'd feel expensive fabric and his tie dividing her from his fair colored skin and muscle beneath.

"I don't need to give anything in return. You'd be lucky to get such a blessing considering this arrangement favors me, not you." He clarified, narrowing his gaze when she spoke of earning them.

Her clarification that she could still feel him inside her had Aiden licking his bottom lip before biting down on it. Blues met her eyes firmly, but Aiden did not let her lock lips. No, instead, he'd tip his head back to ensure it did not kiss him, and his right hand lifted to grasp her throat. Aiden did not rob her of oxygen, but he did manage her with a firm hand. With his palm wrapped over her neck, thumb pressing softly into her throat, the man coldly noted, "You'll thank me for giving you that gift. You won't hold it against me, and you're not about to tell me that I owe you. When I ask something of you, you answer or do it."

"Hear me?" He whispered commandingly, narrowing eyes into hers.

With his hand upon her collar and throat, the other began to undo the laces of her corset behind her. One after the other, they were undone until it loosened without that support. As that happened, he'd lean in and brush his lips over her own now-- on his terms. With hand on her throat, the other stripping her of the corset, he'd lock lips and tie tongues once more heatedly.

 

[Penitency]

Mizuki was definitely one of the biggest challenges that Aiden has faced in quite some time. Her spirit seemed unbreakable, but Aiden also understood that good things came to those who persisted. In fact, he also understood that this was their first day despite so much happening within it; there was no way someone of her caliber would break so quickly. Aiden knew this would take much longer than a few hours. And so, the hand upon her neck remained commanding, firm, and impressed upon her collar as if to reminder her of who was truly in command despite her rebellious mouth. Instead of responding to each little quip, he remained silent and locked upon her eyes with his own.

Aiden was searching, seeking, hunting for the answer of how to break her mind. There had to be a clue, a vulnerability, or a puzzle piece that could connect him on the proper path. However, for now, her answers to his prodding questions led him to multiple dead ends. However, at least the muscular brute got some inkling into her dark sexual preferences. They came as a surprise to him, but nothing out-of-this-world considering he knew some really fucked up people in the field, too. His thoughts were running rampant, but quelled the minute he curled a hand around her collar and neck, and then pressed his greedy lips upon her own.

Their embrace was rough, aggressive. Aiden captured her own bottom lip before she could gather his and tugged before letting it snap back. Deep blue eyes reopened when he let her lip return; they narrowed heatedly within hers and impressed upon her his wanton lust despite remaining in control of himself. Her corset had been unlaced with his nimble touch, loosened, but not tossed aside. Instead, her own bust seemed to push down on it, allowing to slide more toward her thighs than being supported and perched high on her chest. However, Aiden's intentions were not to fuck her numb tonight, not like earlier.

Instead, he'd prove to her that she couldn't simply snap her fingers and have her way- her demands met.

Aiden leaned forwards and aggressively captured her earlobe between his teeth. A firm stroke of his tongue lapped at the underside of her ear before pearly whites tugged on it. He'd release and smirk amusedly to himself, allowing those warm lips to tug into an irresistible grin that seemed to fit perfectly upon his handsome face. "If you think you'll ever have control of our situation or environment: don't. Don't get your hopes up, Mizuki. You should take pleasure in ensuring I am pleased, first and foremost. I can see right through your trained act. This isn't my first time dealing with someone of your type." The hand upon her neck playfully tossed her back unto the couch, his towering form coming to a stand shortly afterwards.

"No more snacks, no more champagne. I gave you the freedom to indulge and it clearly went to your head." The brute shook his head, that grin still lingering upon his lips.

"Come," he commanded, reaching down with a muscular arm to grab the back of her head. That large, imposing hand formed a makeshift ponytail of her hair behind her head, feeling those soft tendrils spilling from his palm and between his fingers. As he kept a tight grip at the base of the ponytail he formed, she might think he'd reel her to her knees and shove his dick down her throat. But no, not this time. Instead, he'd use that grip to lift her up to her feet from the couch. "I gave you all day to earn a bit of my respect, but you failed to do so. So... that means..."

Aiden would help lead her upstairs, hand still in her hair as he beckoned her along. She could hear his powerful footsteps beside her, his sculpted arm flaring and flexing unsightly amount of muscle as he used his grip to control her. She could scratch and claw all she wanted, but it didn't matter.

Approaching one of the many doors lining the balcony of the second floor overlooking the first, he'd press a combination into the keypad and allow the door to unlock. Inside was an absolutely empty square room with impact resistance glass walls boxing it in. There was no bed, no furniture... just the dark colored carpet of his modern home. It was here that Aiden pushed her in and began to close the door, "enjoy what being a brat gets you, love." His words a biting sarcasm.

 

[Penitency]

Nothing Mizuki said or did was enough to influence what came next. And what came next was a hollow shell of a room with nothing in it but the flooring beneath her feet and the windows that caged her in. Mizuki was effectively isolated in a cage like a trapped bird without a say in what came next. The impact glass was enough to restrain any form of attack she might have, and the door was reinforced and keypad coded on the outside. Aiden had created this room especially for her on the second floor. He wasn't ignorant: the hitman knew Mizuki would be a tough soul to crack, and had formulated a plan to keep her in here until her mind was reprogrammed to listen a little more to him. Eventually, she'd earn her freedom, but for now: she did not.

Aiden would throw the door on her words and listen for the audible hiss of the automatic lock sealing her on the other side. "Goodnight," the man whispered to himself, turning his back on the door as she pounded upon it and hissed like a feral cat. Despite her cursing and damning of the situation, Aiden moved to his master bedroom where he'd gather his things for tomorrow's job and get a few hours of sleep. That is-- if he could, considering the little stray a few rooms down was making such a commotion until she decided to meditate. It was at this point our topless murderer got a few winks until the morning sun washed over his hardened figure in an orange embrace.

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0800 Hours - Somewhere in California
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Silenced gunshots rang out, peppering two suited guards posted at the top of a set of welcoming, concrete stairs. Either slumped to the floor as blood began to trickle from their corpses across the various rungs of the small venture of stairs beneath them. Black dress shoes rapped at the pebbles of the driveway beneath them on approach. The familiar hitman of legend, Aiden, approached with his rifle shouldered against his right. The barrel was trained upon the two men, ensuring they were truly dead, before he marched up the steps and nudged open the front door into a lavish seaside estate.

He'd lead in with his rifle, lean into the crack in the door he created, and then surged in at the ready. Another few, well dressed guards were cut down with the muted cracks of his rifle. One hand was swift on the reload, swapping a new magazine for the old and placing the old into a chest rig that had been layered over his black long-sleeve shirt. Gloved hands gripped tight to his rifle as he began to move through the living room, cutting down another guard or two that came to challenge what the commotion had been. One of them knocked over the cutlery, creating a fit of noise that alerted the remaining men inside.

Andre Sergov was the top dog of the bratva in the area, but a contract from Ichiro Miura came down in the early hours of the morning as a rush. Given Aiden had just forged an alliance with the Miura family, and the money was good, he took the contract without question. The Russians whispered people like Aiden to be something like folklore, but today, he was alive and in the flesh.

Andre was fast to rise up from his bed, naked, heavyset. One of his guards rushed into the room, busting the door wide and shouting, "Pakhan! We got to go!"

The Pakhan, the leader of the bratva, was fast to run a panicked hand across his bald head. Sitting up next to his little Asian playtoy that had been married to him in an agreement forged by the Yakuza years ago, Andre cursed, "shit. Gather my things. You--" he turned to her, worry over his face, "-- figure out how to live, yes?"

What a selfish little prick.

The guard at the door was shot down from behind, his body falling unto the floor as Andre stood from the bed, overweight and in a spiral mentally as the light of a window glowed over him at the right.

Aiden marched to the bedroom calmly, as if this was so routine. When he entered the bedroom, his rifle was raised upon Andre. Andre lifted his arms and tried to say something, but was cut down by the last rounds in Aiden's magazine. Aiden reloaded, and swore he had seen something move when he had entered. Did Andre have a wife? Blue eyes narrowed as he slung his rifle across his back, grabbed his phone, and took a photo of Andre's corpse as proof of the job.

When that was finished, he tucked his phone away, gathered up his rifle before him, and began to slow walk toward the closet he swore something was in... one thudding footstep after the other came, one hand on his rifle, the other swinging open that closet to see what was inside.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden was right: a beautiful, busty little Asian was hiding within the closet and immediately surrendered when the door swung open. He'd step back, both hands holding up his rifle to train the barrel upon her. However, she could notice he froze. Aiden froze for a minute, his brows twitching, upon noticing she looked awfully like Mizuki. Thoughts of his stray, feral little cat back home had the hitman uncharacteristically in his thoughts despite being on the job. What was that Kitten doing to him? A hard swallow shifted his stubbled throat and brought the Adonis back to reality. Both gloved hands tightened upon their grip on his rifle.

Her words were honey coated and much more pliable than that wild lioness back at his place.

"Relax, easy, lower your voice." The man noted, extending one hand out toward her as if it would shush her some. Aiden stepped back a little more, looked over his shoulder to make sure no more guards were charging into the room, and then motioned to her to exit the closet, "come, step out." When she did as he commanded, the man would then turn his side to her and comment, "we're leaving. I am not leaving you to hang around a crime scene I just created. Follow me, or I'll shoot you dead." As much as the towering Adonis wanted to ravage that little play doll, he knew they couldn't stick around here.

It wasn't long before the two of them were exiting the estate, stepping over dead bodies and streams of blood to do so. Aiden led the way, his gear rattling about with every one of his steps. The morning sun was fast to blind them as they made their way upon the front steps leading out of the home. Aiden would turn and extend a gloved hand toward her, helping Miyu step over the corpses strewn about by the front door. She could see the type of chaos and violence that Aiden could singlehandedly create on their venture out.

The rocky pebbles of the drive way would lead them toward his stationary BMW X5M. The passenger side door would be opened and Aiden would wave her inside, "get in, quickly." When she did, he'd close the door and step over to open the rear door. Aiden tossed in his rifle across the back seat, and pulled his chest rig over his head to also pile that over his weapon in the back. The man brushed gloved hands over his muscled chest now covered by only a black long sleeve shirt before throwing the door closed.

Aiden hopped in the driver's seat, twisted the keys, and let the vehicle loudly grumble to life. As he rolled them out unto the road, he'd look over toward Miyu and question gruffly, "what is a pakhan doing with a little trophy wife like you? Are you trafficked? What's your story, and name?"

 

[EtherealElvenEmpress]

Lifting her head to finally look up Miyu Was staring down the barrel of a gun and that’s on her tears begin flowing like a raging waterfall. This box in beauty was absolutely terrified thinking she was going to die in an instant. The booming voice told her to put her hands down as she looked up and continued to look up as she lowered her hands. He was so much bigger than her and she wasn’t making any false moves and she showed that she had nothing on her.

Instantly she was quiet and followed orders nodding even though her whimpering still could be heard. Feeling as if he could hear her heartbeat racing like crazy. It felt like her heart was going to burst through that very large chest of hers. This is so much different than his lioness is at home. Every word he said this newly widowed sex doll followed. Aidan beckoned her out and she did exactly what he said stepping out of the closet still shaking like a leaf in a brisk fall wind.

Reaching out Miyu Took his offered gloved hand and did not ask any questions. If he was going to help her she would take it anything was better Andre Sergov. When the giant Adonis would look down at his new stray kitten he could see her wrist were heavily bruised like she had been tied up. Someone did not treat her nice even her neck had bruises. Nothing permanent of course but if he did eventually get a look at her she had a handful of them. Someone clearly manhandled this poor little docile kitten. Why would someone even do such a thing? She followed orders but the boss he took out was well known to be violent towards his women.

Sniffly could be heard as she stepped over bodies and she couldn’t even look down at them. Every so often she would gasp and whimper. It was a bloodbath and even though she had seen so much of it it’s still made her want to cry. The last thing she wanted to do was be shot so whatever Aiden said she did and with a jump in her step. Looking at the chaos this handsome antihero had cause she had a feeling she was next and all she could do was sniffle and cry softly. If she could run where would she go? He was all she had for the moment and she prayed to every god and goddess that he would let her live.

Once outside she saw his car and when he motion for her to get in she did. Most women would try to run but not this one. Miyu Learned it was much easier to do what was asked and hope for the best. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt her but maybe he would but anything was better than Andre Sergov and his very hard hands.

Sitting in the car she was like a sitting duck placing her hands on her lap as he put the gun in the trunk and that was a good thing but what was he going to do to her now? Her gaze was down like a submissive trained pet when he got in the car. Making sure not to make direct eye contact with him since she knew in this business if you see a full face you were dead.

The scantily clad Asian trophy wife heard the car start I could feel Aiden’s eyes look her over. Same nothing has she heard him ask a question. Gulping loudly she would answer and not even a fight about why he was asking. “Miyu Sergov. I am his wife. I was given to him. He’s my second husband. I didn’t choose him. He demanded me when my first husband died….. he was not a good man please don’t hurt me Sir. I’ll do whatever you ask just please don’t send me back to that family. I’ll do anything to get away from them….” She couldn’t get much else out as she began crying, no sobbing completely as she placed her hands over her wrist wrapping the bruises left from what he had done to her. Miyu hung her head as her long dark hair hid her sweet innocent features. She wasn’t just a trophy wife she was widowed and sold again. The one thing he did not know was her maiden name. For now she was just the trophy wife and passed around love doll who had no choice in the matter so in a way she was trafficked just only between marvel bosses. She couldn’t really help how she cried and lifted her hands to her face to hide her tears as she broke down in that car. Right now she had no one. What was this new man going to do was he going to sell it off again? A part of her going to beg for him not to sell her again but if she did that she had no idea if she would punish her or hit her. Miyu couldn’t take that chance as she sat in the passenger seat hoping for the best even though right now it all looked like it was going to hell in a handbasket.

 

[Penitency]

The hardened killer turned his gaze toward the little submissive stray in his car, marking a second rescue in just two days. A hard swallow shifted his stubble laden throat, but the man's demeanor remained cool and collected on the outside. The stoic and focused look upon Aiden's facial portrait remained; his gloved hands navigated the steering wheel better than his rampant thoughts running about his mind. There was no doubt that Miyu was well trained given her time in captivity with one of the bratva's top dogs in America, now dead in his own bedroom. She knew when to speak, where to look, and meekly bowed her head until she was instructed to do so otherwise. Aiden had hoped Mizuki would be this well disciplined in a few months, but it also made him want to keep this little doll all the more.

"No one involved in this business is a good man. But I won't hurt you. There is no need to hurt you, right now. But if you decide to want to act up, that might change." Aiden didn't know how strong willed she was. Maybe Miyu was deceiving him? Maybe she was as good a killer as Mizuki was and was waiting for the right moment to plunge a hair pin down his throat? At this point, the ruthless murderer was keeping all options open until she proved to him otherwise. Her words had him curiously arching a brow as he navigated them through traffic, his pitch black tint blocking a view for any curious eyes of what was going on within his SUV.

"I'll take you in until I can figure out what to do with you. I normally don't keep strays, but lately, that's been proven to be a lie." Aiden couldn't help but smirk sarcastically, a lingering grin upon his lips spelled trouble. In his mind, Aiden was wondering how lucky and what he had done to deserve two like-looking Asian women who any man would be lucky to strike up a conversation with. Him? He owned them like a Master to a pet. Little did Miyu know, but Aiden was planning on keeping this one off the get-go. He couldn't let her walk given she had seen the murders behind them, and he also wanted more than that rebellious little Mizuki given how stubborn she was.

Soon, the two were pulling up to his drive way. A pair of gates slowly opened at his command, clearing a path up a long winding drive way that led to his lavish California estate. As they began to pull up to his opening garage doors, the man looked over and commented in his gruff tone as if some savior gracing a worshipper, "save the tears. You can stay with me. I have another stray you can play with, too." Little did this guy know-- it was her goddamn sister! What a surprise that was soon to come. The SUV soon pulled into the garage, and the door began closing behind them as he killed the motor with the twist of the keys.

Aiden stepped out, rounded the car, and opened Miyu's door while extending a hand to help her down. A playful swat to her ass was given when she was down, walking in front of him. He'd grin, motioning her to follow with the tip of his head slyly, "this way."

He'd open the door leading into the kitchen, allow her to step into his modern home, and closed it behind her. Aiden pulled his gloves off, tucked them into his back pocket of his pants, and moved toward the fridge. "This is your new home, Miyu. We'll go over expectations and rules later, you must be starving? Thirsty?" The man would reach in for a bottle of cold electrolyte water from his fridge and close it afterwards. Carefully, the brute walked over and handed it toward her to take, "name's Aiden. Here, drink, it should help calm your nerves some."

 

[Penitency]

"Yes, you may look up for now," Aiden clarified, still offering the bottle of drink toward her, "I can be generous so long as you remember your place." Observant, blue colored hues roamed over Miyu's figure rather judgingly, but in the end, it was obvious the overpowering brute liked what he saw. However, despite having the body of a goddess, it was trapped beneath some god awful ensemble no doubt picked out by her tacky owner who seemed to rather extra in the worst of ways. Aiden did not immediately pressure her or be openly forward with his carnal wants despite her training. Not just yet. Instead, his mind was still working overtime to process this situation and how to handle it most appropriately.

"Master is good enough. I don't prefer to go by my name, here and out in the field, if I can help it. And besides, Master is very fitting of what I should be in your eyes at this moment. You should be dead in that mansion with Andre, and yet, I've broken another one of my rules. But you're quite trained; a perfect little fuck doll that's been well disciplined, hm?" The man stepped up toward Miyu as she meekly sipped from the drink he had offered her. One bare, strong hand swept itself across her jaw, first tucking some of her hair behind her ear before his thumb stroked across her cheek. Aiden got a good look at her face as he lifted her chin up, forcing her to look at him now. He almost dared her to meet his eyes with her own.

She could see the stern, serious look written across his face and flatlined lips. She would see the early stages of aging across his face and the lines impressed upon it from years of murder and violence. A scar or two could be seen marring his skin, but overall, the brute was handsome. Considering he had been on the job just an hour ago, he wore no scents or cologne, but she could feel the overpowering sense of masculinity radiating from the man before her. The stubble lining his strong, pronounced jawline only added to a bravado not many men could add up to, including her past lovers.

The thumb stroking over her cheek would dip lower toward her bottom lip. The man slowly pushed his thumb into her mouth, carefully testing and observing. As his thumb slipped into her oral confines, the man tipped his head to the side and dared her to stop him. Aiden knew she probably wouldn't. He didn't linger long, and soon, was letting his thumb brush against her bottom lip as it withdrew. He'd watch her bottom lip snap back against the upper and smirk through his nose, "heh, it's as if you were made to be a little plaything. I can see why you've been trained and coveted as one. I won't lie, I look forward to testing that obedience and skill of yours. Maybe I will end up keeping you after all, despite my doubts."

Aiden's hand dropped from her pretty face, brushed across her breast, and then returned to her side with a sigh. He knew he had some business to attend to. Aiden would also need to free his feral cat upstairs soon, but not yet. "Your last name isn't Sergov anymore. Just thinking of that last name makes me want to retch. I think we need to change it to mine, legally. I might have to start that process with a contact soon. It annoys me that much." He groaned, turning his back upon Miyu and walking into his living room. As his back was turned upon her, she could see his rippling muscle shifting against his black long sleeve shirt.

Given he was in his home, the man reached down for the hem of his shirt and lifted. As it moved higher, she'd be graced with the sight of his lower back, mid, to rocky shoulder blades and traps. His arms were laden with tattoos and full of voluminous muscle that moved with the bulky set of pectorals and striated abdominals she could not see just yet. His shirt was tossed atop of the couch, that messy hair of his slightly disheveled after the shirt brushed by it. Aiden sat down in a chair before a table near his open, bright living room and motioned with a hand over his shoulder for her to join him, fingerings curling in a beckoning, "come, settle on your knees before me, under the table."

The man unfolded a laptop seated on the table in front of him and booted it up. As she was making her way over, he'd also comment. "And before I forget, ditch the clothing, Miyu. You won't need it here at home."