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[Penitency]

Miyu was constantly surprising the muscular Adonis now seated comfortably at a chair beside a large glass wall. The sun peaking over the horizon beyond now washed the couple in its warm embrace, highlighting her satin complexion and darkening his fairly tanned one. Miyu would find a light amount of hair across his muscled chest that seemed to go on forever before flowing into his chiseled stomach carved out of stone. That light dusting of hair seemed to add to the dominant and powerful aura the hulking beast displayed, but for now, remained subtle as he began to type away at his keyboard. The feeling of Miyu settling upon her knees under the high sitting table beneath him drew his eyes after a moment. She was flawless.

The sight of those large breasts nestled between her slender forearms had the man's attention and a deep rumble in his throat outwardly displayed Aiden's satisfaction with their size. One hand lowered from the keyboard to cup at the front of one of those mounds; Miyu would feel his workman's palm and thick fingers come to weigh that breast before issuing a firm, eager squeeze to feel how well it spilled from his fingers. Miyu was definitely more than a handful and the lick at his warm lips proved that Aiden was happy with how her body was on par with her sister's upstairs. Little did she know, she wasn't the only Miura here. Aiden was about to be in the shock of his life.

"Good girl," he tossed her a handsome wink, "on your knees as you're meant to be. Whenever you're on your knees, always keep your eyes up on me like a eager little pet. Never let your eyes drop down, no matter what happens." The hand upon her breast gave one final squeeze before he allowed it to move for his zipper and button of those pants. The unzipping of his jeans filled the room, his hand then slipped his thumb into the waistband to push with the muscular flex of his tricep and bicep muscles under the ink that covered his appendage. With his slacks bundled at the ankles, she'd find massive, tree-trunk thighs and his half-massed cock standing on its own before her pretty little face. That towering, imposing girth had filled her sister just the other day, now stood eager for her welcoming mouth.

After he had freed himself, the man used the hand hand to cup at the back of Miyu's head, encouraging her to lean forwards and work him orally as he sat, her figure under the table like some overworked and trained secretary. "Don't stop until I tell you to, little doe." The man would release the back of her head when she had her orders now, allowing her to attend to them as he began moving through dark web channels on his laptop. Thick fingers typed away, navigating encryption and portals until he made contact with someone he knew who could facilitate a name change without stirring too much attention.

It was as if this was so casual, Miyu was welcomed to the occasional groan and moan from the brute, his rippled abdominals tensing, as she did service him properly. Blue eyes narrowed as he noticed her name history. Takahashi, Sergov... nothing out of the ordinary-- 'oh shit.' Aiden paused, internally cursing at himself as he stared at the screen and then looked down between the valley of his hardened thighs to lock eyes with his little fuck doll that was ordered not to stop until he told her to. A hard swallow shifted his throat, an amused grin now beginning to creep along the corner of his lips. "Good girl," he commended, not telling her that he knew she was a Miura.

What a shocker! Leaning back in his seat, the man let his eyes linger in hers a little longer like a King being serviced on the throne. One hand cupped at the back of her head again encouragingly, while the other worked the keyboard. Aiden shook his head with a grin upon his face, internally laughing at the situation. He had a girl who could break Mizuki if played right. This was absolutely perfect: he had two sisters under his control, and one of them was broken like the perfect little toy.

As Miyu sucked his dick, the brute began talking to her father via text message, as ironically as it sounded. Aiden began writing up the contract was complete to their father, beginning to upload the photo from his phone to the computer. Little did their old man know, Aiden know owned both and one of them was busy with the man he was speaking to.

 

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It was true: this would be a challenge. Aiden was much bigger than her last two men combined, his hard and subtly up-curved cock spanned eight inches and some change. If she placed her chin to his base, she'd find his length literally spanning the height of her face, and the width of him was equally above the average. A small amount of hair surrounded it, flowing from his washboard lower abdominals in a happy trail. Each of her gags had the Adonis before her biting down on his bottom lip; his striated abdominal muscles tensed up like a brick patterned wall placed right before her fixated eyes and pretty face. The wet, warm recesses of her throat had his cock wildly pre-cumming and aching for more in hard pulses against her tongue.

Curious blue eyes caught the excitement of her body. Her thighs were rubbing, hands clutching her lap with a welcoming intensity not many women displayed. "Good girl," he cooed, mixed with an encouraging moan that accented his words. Aiden continued to type away at the laptop while Miyu struggled, her cheeks creating a suction not many could do as well as she could. Miyu was properly trained- her mind and body had become this, and she seemingly knew nothing else. Aiden sat back like a King, his own muscular thighs flaring against the seat before her, but she was not allowed to touch. No, he wanted his little fuck doll to earn her touch, and she hadn't yet.

The vibration sent up his monstrous cock had the brute grinning an groaning at the same time. He'd continue to trade emails with her father while she struggled, but finally welcomed him into the back of her greedy throat. Aiden typed back: 'You should have told me your daughter was in that house. I could have planned for this better. But I'll take care of her. I am up for the challenge.' There might have been a moment Miyu's father might have seen her head bobbing between Aiden's hard thighs, impaling her throat on his length, but thought nothing of it. To him, she was a trophy. A pawn to play in the field.

It was here that Aiden requested her father change Miyu's last name officially, through his own channels, in order to make this deal official. The contract was also finalized for the hit on Andre, as to where the photographic proof was accepted. As Miyu greedy sucked an slurped, Aiden checked in on Mizuki's room via a camera mounted in a corner of the room. It was here that our brutish American typed in the numeric password of her door on his laptop that was on the same network as that device. Mizuki would hear an audible click of the door unlocking and a green light flickering above the door handle. It had been red all night. Mizuki was given freedom to exit the room.

However, when she did make her exit, she'd find a good view of a woman bobbing her head between Aiden's lap as he sat back in his chair. One of those tattooed arms came forwards and cupped the back of Miyu's head once again. Both hands formed a sloppy little makeshift ponytail, before the left decided to hold unto the base of that ponytail loosely. His Rolex strapped to his wrist gleamed a bright reflection of the sun as his forearm bobbed with the motions of her head. When Mizuki came down, got closer, she'd find who it truly was. With Miyu given orders not to stop, the hand behind her head ensured she did not even if she grew surprised, shocked, to see Mizuki.

"My stray, don't try anything too sudden, hm?" Aiden looked down at Miyu with a grin while he spoke to Mizuki, "you wouldn't want anything to happen to this little doe, would you? I am sure you know who this is. Well, that should make it easier to work together."

The hand upon Miyu remained, clutching at her hair. Aiden's hard body tensed for her and Mizuki's eyes as he groaned, "mmnh, she's really good at this, too. Get down there and join her on your knees until I tell you you're both done. You wouldn't want to see her hurt, would you?"

 

[Penitency]

Aiden remained quite the King on his throne. His muscular thighs flared the more she bobbed her head, the audible 'GLK' of her throat forcing him back had the man's toes curling against the floor. His hard and sculpted chest tensed in all the right avenues beneath the light layer of hair that accented his sunkissed complexion. Even the arisen rays of the sun in the distance poured through the windows like a third lover upon the scene, adding a caressing glow across his physique for the two girls to devour with their eyes like some god expecting worship at the altar. There was no doubt he was big, but his six foot, three inch tall height advantage also made sure they understood who truly had the power here.

His chiseled arm blared as he held unto the messy little ponytail of hair he had formed behind Miyu's pistoning head. Just watching those silken strands shifting, back and forth, across her face had him hard and aching within her mouth. Their eyes met occasionally, even as Mizuki threatened to crash the party with her rage. Miyu could watch from below, her tits slapping up against Aiden's thighs, as her Master tipped his head back and glanced up at Mizuki upon her approach. He'd threaten Miyu to ensure Mizuki's cooperation, and Mizuki was quick to understand that fact.

When Mizuki lowered, Aiden grinned. That grin was cut short by a moan, feeling Miyu's unrelenting vacuum of a mouth around his up-curved cock that was blocking her precious oxygen each time she ran to his rooted base. The hand upon Miyu's ponytail remained, and now, Aiden would extend his other arm to cup at the back of Mizuki's head as he had done to Miyu much earlier. Her calming words had him licking his bottom lip before he whispered lowly, "mmh, I love it when you speak in native tongue, Mizuki. But you have work to do." And Mizuki did not wait, either. Once she was done calming her sister, the eldest found itself lowering and licking at those thick, heavy balls aching for a release into her sister's mouth.

Aiden tipped his head back, spread his muscular legs open a little more for them, and allowed the sister couple to lavish him with their tongues and mouths. Crystal blue eyes stared up at the ceiling for a brief second before closing, his mouth going agape for a second as he moaned out once more. The feeling of Mizuki upon his balls, while Miyu was hyper focused on bobbing her pretty face over his lap had the brute close to finishing. Aiden tipped his head back down, chin to the median of his collar bones, and locked eyes with Miyu, "good girl. Mm, harder, little doe. Don't get lazy, now." He groaned, abs tightening into that brick wall pattern she had seen before.

Mizuki could feel those balls tightening against her tongue, a hint he was getting close to releasing down Miyu's eager throat. The hand behind Miyu's head pulled her back, forcing his little pet to pop off and allow his cock to slide across her face, creating a trail of her own saliva and his pre-cum wherever it touched. Aiden groaned out, catching his breath, before looking down at his obedient new pet between the division of his cock laying across her pretty portrait. He knew he had to break Mizuki, and the key would be Miyu. And so, he had stopped himself from cumming, pulling out of Miyu's mouth, only to command the little doe he just recently acquired.

"Don't be greedy, my little doe. You should share with your sister, no? I promise I'll cum in your throat, but she should get a turn." Aiden smirked, leveling eyes with Mizuki now. His praising gaze used on Miyu turned more serious when it shifted upon Mizuki. He knew the key to breaking her. He'd use it now.

The hand behind Mizuki's head forced her down, angling his cock head to her warm lips with a pull and tug. When he was angled right, the man would surge her head down, forcing her to kiss at his base on the first try despite any struggle or gagging. He'd groan, holding Mizuki down, "Miyu, pump her head hard. Lets teach her how to please a man, it should keep her quiet for a while. Now, don't be shy with her, Miyu. Push her to the limit and I'll give you a reward for it."

 

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Aiden slowly began to lean back more in his seat, pushing those muscular thighs towards the girls some while they remained spread. Either of them could see the marks in which Miyu had left upon his fair complexion; the red bite of her nails complimented the muscle stacked upon either appendage before they flowed upwards toward his torso and shredded six-pack. That rocky wall of muscle before his core continued to be squeezed together firmly by diamond patterned, v-cut hips like something to worship while they remained upon their knees. Their god continued to direct the show, his hand behind Mizuki's head directed her despite the daggers she shot upwards in a warning to him. At this point, Aiden did not care if she was upset.

She'd do whatever he wanted her to do, anyways.

Miyu's touch and soft words did not make Aiden mad. Instead, the two girls would notice his hard, up-curved cock twitching some in pleasure. He seemed to enjoy their close and synced dynamic that showed promise to take opportunity of. Given how these two twins could act together naturally, Aiden knew he had scored the jackpot of all things. His towering length ached over Miyu's pretty little face before Mizuki was forced to find it upon her lips, and down her throat. The graze of her teeth had Aiden hissing under his breath for a second; a stinging pain rang through him and forced his hard stomach to tense up together before their eyes again.

"Oh fuc--" he wanted to curse, but another groan cut him off. That pain of her teeth washed away when Mizuki's head was forced down. Aiden tipped his head back and closed his eyes when Mizuki was forced to bob her head harder, deeper, by the guidance of her twin sister nearby. The hand behind Mizuki's head was removed, ensuring Miyu could work her instead without his own interruption. Aiden then leaned his head back down, locked eyes with Miyu, and spoke in his rocky timber, "good girl, that's--mnh-- that's it. Don't be afraid. Use her to ensure she--mn-- pleases your Master properly." Mizuki's skill had Aiden's toes curling behind her, his back arching off of the chair some.

Mizuki's eagerness had Aiden near on edge; he was so close to cumming that he felt his heavy balls tightening. However, before he did reach that edge, the man commanded Miyu while his hand came down to join her, "I am so close-- you greedy stray." When he pulled out of Mizuki's mouth so quickly, she'd find his towering cock slipping across her face as it had to Miyu a minute earlier. "She was going to steal your hard work, Miyu." He teased, a handsome grin tugging at his lips before he grabbed Miyu's head and forced his cock into the back of her throat with the tug of her hair like a doll made to be commanded by him.

Aiden's thighs tensed as he buried himself deep into her mouth and felt himself unload: hot, hard ropes of cum began to spurt right into Miyu's throat. She was welcomed to one, two, three hard shots while he held her down before letting go. She could feel his balls up against her chin, throbbing, as he unloaded. However, he'd pop off soon after, pulling her head back at his cock bobbed out into the air between the girls. The hand that had been on Miyu's head now grabbed at that swaying weapon, giving it a few vivid pumps of his wrist to send hot seed spilling across Miyu's face and then angling it some so the rest began to streak Mizuki's. Aiden groaned out as he began painting Mizuki's face, "open that mouth of yours and lull out your tongue, or I'll make sure Miyu pays for your trouble."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden towered above at a stand now, his silhouette swallowing up the girls, and gave himself a few hard pumps with the loose grip of his calloused hand. Each one had a exhausted spurt of cum streaking over Mizuki's beautiful face as Aiden could be seen half-grinning and moaning beyond that obstructive girth situated between their gazes. He knew she was angry. Annoyed. When Mizuki opened her mouth, the man angled his bulbous head on par with her opened lips and allowed the last few streams of his seed find her tongue's surface and the back of her throat. When he knew he had nothing left, the Adonis standing before the pair of girls would comment in a gruff, low pitch, "mm, good girls. Especially you, Miyu. Swallow what I've graced you with Mizuki, or you'll regret it."

He smirked, looking down at Mizuki almost expectantly with those words. However, now that he had been drained by the twins, he'd motion to Miyu, "you may use your hands, little doe. Make sure you get every last drop upon those lips and your sister's face. Let nothing go to waste, hm?" The brute sat his hard, muscular ass back down on his seat while both sisters remained on their knees before him like obedient little pets. He could feel their large, ample chests brushing up against his calves and tree-trunk sized legs that remained stationary for the most part. Aiden handled some last bit of business on his laptop, fingers moving between the keys audibly and briskly, while the two were allowed a minute of catching up and cleaning for one another. These two had to learn how to work together consistently, after all.

After those few minutes were up, Aiden closed his laptop with a huff through his nostrils. Both bright blue eyes lowered down under the table to find the girls as he pondered on some thoughts and business plans. Aiden bit down on his bottom lip in that minute of silence; both girls could see his eyes admiring them and worshipping their curves ever meticulously. A deep seated 'hmmmm' ruminated in the recesses of his throat before the brute pushed his chair out and stood. The mere notion of his action had that spent cock shifting between his rocky legs, but he'd soon bend down enough to pull his briefs and slacks back on, doing the zipper, button, and belt at his waistline. The girls could see how long running those v-shaped hips of his were, surrounding his hard core, before they vanished into the waistband.

"Miyu, I trust you can order appropriate clothing for you and your sister with my instructions, yes?" The brute reached over, edging his laptop toward a seat next to him, "you have my permission to sit at the table next to me, and use this laptop to order lingerie, bathing suits, and some dresses. When you have it all in the cart from whatever store you wish to buy from, you'll notice I already have a credit card in this laptop setup for you and your sister. Have some fun, hm? A reward from me." The man motioned with the tip of his head slyly toward the chair next to him, making sure Miyu knew she had that right to enjoy a shopping spree on his dime. She could see his warm lips cracking into a smile as he sat back comfortably in his chair, ensuring she knew she had pleased him well.

However, he then looked down at Mizuki upon her knees and tapped his hand upon her cheek in small, clapping slaps, as if patting someone's back humiliatingly so, "as for you, have you learned your lesson yet? Being locked up in that room isn't a way to live, but I'll put you back in there if you decide to be an ice cold bitch like you were last night. You used your teeth way too much when you were giving me head, too." Aiden would reach down, trying to grab ahold of Mizuki's hair to settle her across his lap, her stomach and chest face down on his thighs while he sat. This meant her round, athletic ass was in the air, and when it was, his right hand loudly slapped at it once, watching it shift, in punishment.

There was more where that came from, too, as he awaited her response verbally.

 

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"No," Aiden commented under his breath, allowing his hand to strike at her ass a second time with an echoing clap of flesh on flesh, "don't take to be gullible, Mizuki."

The hand that was not striking and swatting Mizuki's athletic and firm backside was gripping at the back of her head, tugging on the base of a sloppy ponytail of hair he had formed. This allowed him to control the assassin as she was laid out on her stomach over his muscular, tree-trunk sized thighs. She could feel the ripple and tense of muscle underneath her pillowing breasts as she lay over his lap, or the dormant cock that was nestled between them, despite the fabric of his pants separating her from him. Another punishing spank to her ass was given, reddening one cheek after the other before he tugged back on Mizuki's ponytail some, forcing her to look back at him now.

Their eyes locked as he continued to speak to her in a grumbling, low pitch, "I saved your sister from the grips of the Russian mob. I wasn't expecting it, but I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it, either. Your father has already signed her over to me, and he's going to ensure her last name reflects my own. I officially am the owner of both of you. It's a little late to stop this now." Aiden licked his bottom lip before biting down on it, his right hand striking Mizuki's ass once more as if to reinforce who she belonged to, allowing that impact to ring out through the kitchen.

"Miyu, here, my little doe," the brute pushed the folded laptop near a seat next to them, allowing her and giving her the permission to go about shopping for her and her twin while Mizuki and Aiden spoke... well, more like Aiden further trying to break the eldest.

Aiden turned his attention back upon Mizuki, eyes narrowing into hers as he tugged her beautiful hair, his chiseled arm flexing as he did, "you'd rather her be the slave of a foreign rival? You should be happy she's here, at least, with you and I. But every dagger you throw my way, every disagreement, or attitude-- and I'll punish her for it. I'll make sure you watch as I do." Aiden would let another slap strike Mizuki's ass before letting go of her, allowing her to slip off his lap if she so wished.

"So, tell me: what's your purpose? What's your life's purpose now, hm, Mizuki? Tell me." Aiden tested, seeing if she'd dare be a smart ass with Miyu so close. He'd wait for her answer- wait for her to devote herself to him even if she did not want to. Otherwise, he'd use her youngest twin in punishment.

 

[Penitency]

There was nothing Mizuki could do: Aiden looked resolute and his answers matched that icy barrier. Again and again, his hand struck that heart-shaped ass of hers with vigor, enough so that her backside was becoming red with the print of his large hand across its otherwise fair complexion. Aiden could only grin at his handiwork, and those oceanic eyes of his occasionally took a second to look over the temporary tattoos he had been creating upon the rebellious little mare laid out across his lap. With the sun perched high above now, it washed over the trio with its intense glow and reminded Aiden of the time.

"I do need her, and she needs me. Otherwise she'd just be pawned off to some rival in agreement for another shaky alliance, anyways." Aiden solemnly noted, his eyes now moving over toward Miyu as she began to sit up next to him. Aiden's gaze was thoughtful and distant as he looked upon that innocent little doe. The hand slapping Mizuki's ass faltered as he thought about Miyu's situation, but soon came to strike her once more to ensure the rebellious half knew her place upon his lap. "You're wrong, Mizuki. Your little sister is my toy, and my wife, and there is nothing you can do about it but accept the situation. That's it."

Miyu was soon pushing over the laptop toward Aiden, and Aiden would stop slapping Mizuki's backside to inspect Miyu's selection. A pleased look washed over the brute's once hardened face as he scrolled through the list of lingerie and other little numbers. He'd let his hand roam over the integrated mouse pad embedded in the keyboard of the laptop, make some final little selections for the ones she had picked, and then finalize the order under the credit card he had especially for the twins. When that had been finalized, he'd looked toward Miyu with an approving smirk, "good girl, Miyu. You've done well."

His attention turned back to Mizuki afterwards, listening to her profess her purpose. Aiden pursed his lips in thought, as if deciding on his approval of her purpose statement, "mm, at least you do truly understand your purpose then, Mizuki. If you deviate, if you continue to rebel, you will regret it. Miyu will regret your discretions, too. Now that you understand that purpose, your new life, I expect you to follow through with it. Daily."

A final slap to her ass was given before Aiden carefully began to stand up, allowing Mizuki to set upon her knees or sit on the chair he had been- whatever she'd find best in that moment. "Come, girls," he'd motion with a hand, "join me in the pool. I have some time before my next meeting. Now that you understand your purpose, we can move on with the finer things, no?"

And with that, the brute would pull open the sliding glass door beside them, allowing the song of the birds and the distant city to fill the interior. With the sun perched high, the comfortable heat of the California afternoon was welcoming against the man's naked upper torso, glistening his slightly tanned complexion. Both thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants again after the purr of his zipper came, forcing his triceps to expand as he did so. A view of his toned, flowing, rocky back leading into his glutes could be seen now. Tree-trunk thighs flared as he tossed his own pants aside on a lounge chair, the one with Mizuki's hairpin embedded in it as a reminder.

When he reached the edge of the pool, he'd turn to face the girls, flash a sadistic smile, extend both hands outwards, and fall backwards until splashing deep within, letting himself become engulfed before slowly making his way back up.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden was testing, prodding, experimenting with how to handle the dynamic of both sisters. He could see them from the bottom of the crystalline, shifting waters of the pool on his way up. The brute pierced the surface and waded toward the middle of the body of clean, balanced pool water. As the waves from his entry into the water bounced on the edges of the tiled ledge, their audible slaps almost reminding him of those upon Mizuki, Aiden reached up to slick his hair back with both hands. Such an action only made sure his hardened figure was displayed in the bright glow of the late morning sun.

Weighed down by water, his wavy hair was now darker and slick to his skull. Both hands swept it back toward the nape of his neck. After, a single hand swept his maintained and purposeful stubble that bordered almost on a beard, but came up just a touch short. Mizuki's protective nature was no shock or surprise. Aiden waded in the waters, his tongue brushing across his bottom lip, as he watched Miyu sit poolside at Mizuki's request.

When Mizuki dove in and began swimming toward Aiden, the man would allow her to draw close. He did not protest it, nor stop her when Mizuki's arms wrapped around him for support. Both of Aiden's hands moved to grip upon Mizuki's red and sore backside, his biceps blaring and forearms brushing against her hips as he did so. This allowed her to press chest-to-chest with her owner and Master as the water danced in waves around them. A brow arched as he leveled eyes down into her own from his height advantage. Aiden could feel the heat of the sun, and her fire, upon him.

Too bad she had clothing on.

"You're such a complex little stray, aren't you?" Aiden smirked, "you might play off the fact that you're doing this to shield your sister, but deep down: you might also be jealous of sharing my attention with her, too." He couldn't help but tease like a finger poking around for a ulterior motive.

Aiden clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth as they spoke only to one another, at a bedroom-like whisper as if they were engaging in pillow talk with one another. "Tch, I know you're protective of your youngest sister. I knew the minute you did whatever it took to keep me from punishing her. I am not fool." The calming waves rippling about the pool added a serene ambience as Miyu was seated nearby, allowed to merely sunbath as these two engaged in more.

"So, first thing's first: you were being a stubborn stray last night. We haven't been able to talk about it yet. So, take off your clothes and apologize to me before I lose my patience. That would be a real shame." His eyes moved toward Miyu in the distance, as if threatening Mizuki with that punishment he kept promising.

 

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"Mhmm," Aiden noted with a deep hum ruminating in his throat, as if sarcastically agreeing to obey her threat, "and you don't know a damn thing about me and my intentions."

Their whispered words showed venom and toxicity, but Aiden would not back down. His bright blue gaze leveled into her own stoically, like a hero about to face off with a villain. Mizuki was far from being a villain, but here they were. While he had no intention to hurt Miyu, the man had to keep it on the forefront of Mizuki's mind. Mizuki already knew he'd do whatever he damn well pleased, even if some options were more of a last resort. Her conditioning was well underway. Ironically, Miyu was the prime suspect as to how to break Mizuki into a loyal little plaything.

"It's too late to talk me out of that, Mizuki." Aiden shook his head subtly once, his hands holding firm to her backside while her breasts pressed up against his hard front. Her next words had him grinning, "good girl. Why was that so hard, hm?"

The man releasing Mizuki the minute she began undoing her clothing, allowing her to stand in the shallow end of the pool before him. Chiseled arms cut though the water as he stepped around her and allowed his eyes to roam her absolutely worship-worthy body. She could feel the gentle flow of water following the powerful man's wake like some boat cutting the surface. That man circled her like a Wolf, pondering her words, but gave no answer. Instead, he'd begin to walk away from her now, finding the steps that led into the pool a small distance away.

He'd sit down on one of the man concrete steps leading into the pool with his rock hard glutes and face Mizuki. She'd be welcomed to the sight of that familiar cock drifting between the surface and depth of the waters, swaying between the hardened nature of his thighs. Miyu was directly behind him, seated upon the lounge chair, and allowed to watch. Aiden would beckon Mizuki over when that corset was gone, "come, Kitten."

As the sun blared over his hardened form lightly dusted in a small layer of hair across his pectorals that also blended to a happy trail down his rocky abdominals, the brute continued to order Mizuki, "I want you to prove yourself to me." He'd guide her when she came close, bringing her to sit in his lap and attempt to angle himself so he could push into her unprotected pussy with his slick girth, happy to indulge in a second round in that eldest sister.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden watched from his perch upon the pool stairs; the bright and beaming sun above bore over his hardened upper torso and added a seen to the glistening water that trickled down his pectorals before getting lost in the maze of his six-pack abdominals. Given their Master was already hard, Mizuki could see that monstrous length poking out of the water's surface like some legend of folklore everyone rumored existed. Its bulbous cockhead pointed skyward before the backdrop of his striated core, swaying occasionally with the shifts of water all around the couple while Miyu looked from behind Aiden.

Miyu was gifted the sight of Aiden's chiseled shoulder blades, moving in all their defined glory, while he sat back on the concrete and leveled eyes with the tamed lioness walking toward him. She could see a growing, smug grin upon his warm lips now as she drew closer. One hand came to stroke at his own hard length, allowing Mizuki to watch as his fist pumped ever patiently from base to tip with the flare of his bicep against his flank. Aiden tipped his head back in an arrogant move, and settled his eyes upon that busty frame of hers now given that Mizuki no longer had clothing on.

When close, Aiden reached out with both hands now to latch unto Mizuki's hips. The man guided the beautiful little Asian plaything upon his lap, facing him, so those heavy breasts could jostle right before his view. It was also purposefully done: she was forced to look at him, face him, understand who owned her. Also, it was done purposefully so Miyu could watch her sister too, as if training both girls to understand their new purpose together. As his hands dug into Mizuki's hips, he'd help ease her pussy lips right upon the crowned portion of his cock head. The feeling of her warmth and honey kissing at the very tip of him had the man groaning subtly.

"I am, good girl. You're observant. Face me, I want you to understand who owns you. I also want Miyu to watch you work." Aiden licked his bottom lip as he remained in a slightly leaned back, but seated position. His rocky back leaned on a slant against the ledge of the pool behind him while he sat on the steps. Mizuki could see that hard plane of his upper torso tense, pectorals tightening up at their corners pleasantly.

As he eased himself in, feeling Mizuki's tight insides, her Master moaned out before muting himself by biting down on his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. It couldn't mute him for long, "fuck, mm, you're tighter than I remember." He'd force Mizuki to sink down until she bottomed out, her ass sitting upon his hard thighs. Aiden reached up, grabbed at one of Mizuki's breasts and softly groped, squeezed, and brushed his thumb across her nipple. His chiseled arm flexed as he did, the other hand upon her hip as he commanded softly, "bounce. Lets see how strong those thighs are."

The hand upon her breast tightened a little before he pinched at her nipple.

"Miyu, come rub my shoulders and watch your sister work."

 

[Penitency]

Both hands held unto Mizuki's hips tightly, which forced those generous pectorals to flare in accordance with his biceps. Aiden's head tipped back some, but his eyes remained upon that busty Asian model seated in his lap. The feeling of her insides clamping down, massaging his monstrous cock had him biting down on his bottom lip to mute the groans and moans that threatened to spill out. Instead, they rumbled in his throat like some content lion sitting at the top of the food chain. Both hands would soon let go, however, and proceed to run along the edges of the pool's ledge like some King seated upon his throne. He wanted Mizuki to show how determined she was-- without any bit of help. He wanted to show her how powerful of a control he had over her now that her sister was here.

The feeling of her hands upon his pectorals had them flexing up against her palms, as if asking for the attention she lavished them with. However, Mizuki had other plans. She scratched, dug into muscle and drew deep red lines in her wake. Some blood dotted to the surface of Aiden's fair colored complexion, but the brute did not protest or complain. Instead, he'd lick his bottom lip and flash a rather smug grin up at her that displayed just how confident he was in his ability to break her into nothing but a good little fleshlight for him. Mizuki would come around, and Aiden was already beginning to see the fruits of his calculated labor.

"You're my woman," he corrected her with a cocky little smirk, "and I'll make you do all the work if I want to. That's how this arrangement works. Got a problem with it? Maybe you should not have fucked up. But now you're mine. So, bounce. " He commanded again, his hands gripping the edges of the pool as he sat back and stretched out. This meant Miyu would get a view of his shoulder blades shifting, moving, like a rocky face of a mountain while her Master looked up at her Twin seated in his lap, impaling herself upon his hard cock while her breasts jostled about before him impressively. In fact, Aiden's eyes were often shifting between her gaze and Mizuki's breasts in worship.

Every time she dropped her firm ass across his lap, a splash of water would create a wake behind her. It traveled to the other side of the pool, and his bulbous head continually knocked upon her cervix without hesitation. He was that deep. Aiden could only grin, wondering if he was the biggest Mizuki had ever taken. Maybe she was a size queen after all. The thought had him holding that ever confident grin upwards along his stubbled and handsome portrait.

"No. You'll keep to your own business, Mizuki." The man commanded, reaching up with his right hand to grasp Mizuki's neck. He'd slowly brush a thumb across her throat while his palm and fingers caressed her jawline, as if threatening her with the act of possibly being choked. He'd swallow hard, groaning, as she held him deep within her. She had stopped riding, but the man did not seem disturbed. Instead, he knew exactly how to control the situation. He had already been thinking this through. And so, Mizuki's words had no affect. She'd find his face not softening or changing, instead, it remained solemn as he brushed his thumb over her neck.

"I should choke you, punish you, for such attitude, Mizuki." Mizuki's method of slowly riding, massaging a this length with her insides, had him groaning out now. Instead of retreating from his order, Aiden commanded Miyu, "come, Miyu. Don't listen to your sister."

Those eyes lifted upon to Mizuki as he narrowed them some, "if you don't ride me, I'll make her take your place. I'll break her precious little mind and fuck her senseless in front of you. So, if don't want that, you'll do what I tell you and thank me while you do it."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden would soon release her throat as Mizuki continued to bounce, her breasts jostling before his face not far away. The mere sight of her mounds in motion, following the vigorous drops of her ass across his tree-trunk sized thighs full of muscle, had Aiden absolutely throbbing inside of her massaging channel. Mizuki was a tight fit, but it was further enhanced by how girthy the man's vein laden cock was. The very subtle up-curve of his towering length made sure it hit her cervix just right, like a ram at the castle gates for a second time. Again and again his head knocked, asking for entry into her womb, with every one of her throws. The audible clap of her athletic ass hitting his thighs, and the splash of water it generated, filled the man's ears.

Both of his arms remained stretched out, showing their chiseled definition, as they ran along the edges of the pool. Mizuki's god, king, and conqueror would remain unparsed. With a grin on his lips, and a deviant nature in his heart, the man watched as his rebellious little mare continued to do as he commanded. She put in all the effort, despite cursing him, while her Master merely enjoyed the benefits. He could feel how well her needy insides clamped down on him like a possessive lover; Aiden could feel how wet his little stray was despite all her words that would hint otherwise. No, Mizuki was beginning to understand her place. He knew her body was beginning to come around to her new purpose. He was close to breaking into her.

"Work harder, Mizuki," the man grumbled like a lazy supervisor, "you're meant for this. This is your purpose now. I am going to breed you and your sister, and you'll thank me for it." Again he repeated his intentions, his way of conditioning her. The nails digging into his pectorals added more scarring, more lines, more bruising to what was already there. Rocky muscle tensed against her fingertips and palms, the ink of his tattoos barely enough to hide the damage she had been doing to him. As much as he had been training her, Mizuki had been marking him up. It was like a cowboy being injured while breaking in a rebellious mare, but the man didn't protest it. Instead, he'd let her mark him up, some blood trickling against her touch now.

"You already are, Kitten." His retort came with a grin, watching those natural mounds shifting with her rhythm. "You fucked up, Mizuki. Come to accept it. This is your new purpose because you fucked up. Now ride until I bust in you." Aiden would soon find comfort in Miyu as she stepped up and sat on her knees behind him. The feeling of her hands roaming his hard, rocky shoulders had muscles easing against her fingers. A deep seated sigh escaped his warm lips, eyes closed. Aiden leaned back into Miyu's heavy chest some more, basking in her gentle touch. It was as if she was a professional physical therapist- each stroke was masterful and relaxed those broad shoulders some.

Miyu's kisses had Aiden's heart pounding in his chest. "Mmh, good girl," he whispered back to Miyu, feeling her chest mashed to his back as she teased him. His cock was massaged by Mizuki, while his shoulders and neck were attended to by Miyu. His hair brushed across her fingers as she massaged a temple. Aiden groaned again in encouragement, "I am so close to finishing in her." He whispered again to Miyu.

Both hands soon came to grab unto Mizuki's beautiful hips. Biceps flexed as he slammed her down, hilting himself balls deep within her little passage. With his head knocking up on her cervix, balls mashed to the underside of her ass, his own hips lifted to ensure she got every inch. Mizuki could feel his body tense, cock throbbing again. It throbbed with every hard rope of seed that came erupting from his bulbous head. Aiden groaned deeply, his pectorals tense and flexing up at their corners. As the sisters touched, he found himself emptying everything he had into Mizuki. "Fuck--" the man cursed, feeling so good that his toes curled tight under water, filling his Asian plaything up to the brim.

As Miyu nibbled his earlobe, the man rode out his high. He'd sigh in satisfaction through his nose and continue to hold himself deep in Mizuki, making sure she got every drop. One hand released Mizuki's hip, and reached back for Miyu to softly cup at her cheek. Aiden tipped his head back, kissed Miyu on the lips, and softly whispered against them, "I can't wait to spoil you soon, good girl." And with that praise, he'd let go of her cheek and pull from their soft kiss.

Aiden sat up some now, his two hands returning to Mizuki's hips as he leaned his head along the side of her own, brushing his stubbled cheek across hers. He'd bite at her earlobe, tugging on it some, while he continued to make sure she took every last drop. He'd whisper in her ear, seeing the signs of her breaking, "your body is mean to be bred, used, and abused like this. The sooner you realize it belongs to me, the better. Repeat it. Tell me your purpose."

He'd continue to condition her mind without physically abusing her. He relished that mindbreak above everything else.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden held Mizuki down with the strength of his hands gripping her beautiful hips. He could feel her insides hugging tight as he continued to empty everything he had into the rebellious mare seated in his lap. The murderous Adonis noticed the way the two sisters comforted one another, fingers laced, as he reached his own finale inside of the eldest. Deep blue eyes lifted, flowing in worship over Mizuki's slender abdomen, up to her weighty breasts, and the delicate dip of her collarbones. When his eyes met hers, after a small journey upwards, he'd watch as Mizuki reached behind her now. Her lean back gave him a rather flawless view of her chest from the underside beeeforeee...

"Mmph!" Mizuki's actions had our brute sitting up now, back arched. His hands gripped her hips tighter for support as he groaned—her grip was like a jolt of electricity through his entire muscular physique. However, that electricity soon filled with a twinge of pain. Aiden was a man after all, and his balls were already tender from giving Mizuki everything they had. Her hard squeeze was unwelcomed as the brute before her groaned in an uncomfortable way. However, her words proved she was intending for something else with her demanding grip. She wanted everything he had.

Aiden smirked with the twist of his head, trying to brush it off and play cool—he'd employ that straight poker face for as long as he could. However, her grip had him pursing his lips and biting back some pain. Mizuki found a way to get back at him. Payment for being so forward with claiming her. A hand came up from the side of the pool tile now, and proceeded to wrap around Mizuki's throat as he leaned forwards. Her breasts would soon find harbor upon his rocky torso, unwavering to the touch. A deep breath was sucked in through his nose as he leaned his head forwards enough to come cheek to cheek, his stubble tickling at her pristine skin. Sweat and water helped slicken that embrace as he whispered up against her neck in a solemn tone, "your sister know her place, well."

It was hard to talk when someone literally had you by the balls. Aiden managed, his voice deep and grumbly, "know yours and never do that again unless I ask. It doesn't matter the reason."

As her dominant, her owner, Aiden never wanted to be put in that vulnerable spot unless commanded—which might never come. And so, he'd grunt again as he slipped from her grasp, letting go of his bottom lip with his teeth. This also meant his spent, exhausted cock pulled from her tight insides. This made two days of knowing one another, and two days of him finishing deep inside of her. Aiden didn't care of consequence—she was simply his to own. And so, her Adonis stood up before her among the steps, his girthy appendage swaying between tree-trunk sized legs with every step.

Aiden turned his rippled, defined back upon her. His tattoo covered arms glistened with a sheen of water across them under the blazing sun. Inked fingers reached down to brush across Miyu's jaw as he passed her. A sign of praise for her behavior. "Be good, Miyu. I have to go for a while. Make sure she stays in check, hm?"

---

It was during the day that Aiden set up a burner phone for the two girls to use. It was strictly tethered to communicate with him via text or phone, but prohibited from doing most other functions. Around 7 o'clock at night, while Aiden was out of the house, Miyu would receive a text message on her own phone. An energetic chime notifying her she had a text would light up the screen.

Master -- 7:33 PM

"Get changed into something nice. A dress. We're going out on a date."

And it was an hour later than Aiden returned home, his SUV pulling into the garage, before the tall hitman sought out his submissive little thing. Mizuki was grounded. Her behavior in the pool set her back despite taking three steps forward earlier. And so, Aiden would command Miyu back into the SUV with him before the couple blazed a path down the street-lamp lit portions of SoCal.

Aiden was dressed professionally: a navy blue vest, a white button up, and red tie went well over his brutish and strong upper torso. A pair of navy dress slacks hung low on his washboard abs and hugged in tailored fit to tree-trunk thighs. An expensive and rare Rolex Submariner poked from his sleeve, navigating the wheel of that expensive sports vehicle.

An observant look was tossed toward Miyu as he let his solemn face crack into more of a feigned smile, "you look good, Miyu." Aiden's voice was deep, rocky, casual.

"I need you to impress some business partners of mine," the man sighed through his nose, now looking out the window, "I need you to listen and do what I tell you tonight. No hesitation."

They'd soon pull up to a bar deep in the heart of the downtown district. Rain began to dot the windshield of their car as he twisted the keys, kicked open his door, and began to round the vehicle to help Miyu out. He'd cover her with his height advantage as he helped her to safety from the growing rain, his car locking behind them. Aiden would push open the door to the undescriptive dive, the smell of cigars thick on the nose. Leather booths, tables, dim atmosphere, a long oak bar: the place looked as though it came out of a mobster movie.

"Can I get you a drink, little doe?" Aiden hummed, walking with her toward the bar as he began to fetch his smokes from his pocket.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden's every action was smooth, calm, calculated. His hands fished into the pockets of his dress slacks for his pack of smokes; Miyu's words had him looking toward her ever gratefully. The deep scruff of his words came at a touch above a whisper as the relaxed music pumping through the bar's speakers dared overtake him, "you're too good, Miyu."

When his pack of cigerettes were retrieved, the man used his thumb to pop it's lip open and slip an unlit cig between his warm lips. As they approached the bar, Aiden tossed his empty back upon the smooth countertop of solid, polished wood. The bartender was fast to approach them as if familiar with her Master. He slid two coasters in front of their seats and flashed a welcoming smile. Aiden allowed Miyu to have a seat first before he followed her into his own at her right hand side. "Got a lighter, Jake? Forgot mine."

The bartender, Jake, nodded and reached under the counter before pushing over a lighter across it. "What can I get you tonight? The usual?"

Aiden cupped a hand in front of his cigarette and struck the lighter. An orange glow bounced between his cupped hand and the cigarette before the lighter was soon set aside. Aiden mulled over the question as he took a drag. Index and thumb rose up to pinch the cigarette between them and lower it before him, exhaling smoke over a shoulder and away from Miyu beside him. "Mm, yeah, Blantons on the rocks. And Miyu," he'd turn his eyes upon her with an arched brow, "what would you like to drink? Don't be shy."

When Miyu told the bartender her preferred drink order, Aiden would cross his arms over the counter some, each hand resting upon the opposite bicep in a relaxed fashion. Aiden's face turned to focus on Miyu under the dim lighting of the bar that seemed to caress every line of his face. "You know—," his voice deep, low, as if only meant for her, "I did not expect to find the sister of my newest lover today. I did not mean for things to work as they did, but I am glad they did. I couldn't give you away if I tried. You're too perfect, Miyu."

As their drinks were set before them, Aiden took another drag. He'd then exhale off to the side again and focus eyes upon her, taking this alone time to actually date the woman he owned and titled. "But I am curious: two sisters so far apart. Did your father use you for political affairs while training Mizuki to handle the darker side of things? I want to know more about you, and her, from your perspective. Don't hold details back, you have full permission to speak as you will."

 

[Penitency]

"You deserve every bit of it, Miyu." The man solemnly stated as fact, taking a drag from his cigarette as he listened with half-lidded eyes.

Those observant blues noticed her girlish drink and the man couldn't help but crack into a warm smile. The otherwise serious lines of his rigid jaw and face lightened up at studying Miyu's ever delicate prose. There was something about her that was so innocent and pure, but the domineering hitman before her understood that Miyu probably did things beyond his wildest dreams. While Miyu was innocent, her girlish cover was the lid over all the demonic, sexual favors she had probably played during the years up to his ownership. Aiden judged her not. No, instead, he'd enjoy his cigarette while listening. The man reached over for his glass with cigarette burning between his fingers. The amber liquid within audibly sloshed about the ice as he lifted it.

Aiden could tell the honesty and tragedy in her voice. He sipped his drink ever calmly, his gaze a consoling type, while digesting her words in full. While Aiden loved to issue commands and test limits, he was also a surprisingly good listener. The calm music flowing through the bar speakers mounted on the roof seemed to put his own soul at ease despite hearing things no man wished their 'wife' to go through. Or should he say 'wives' in this case? A deep sigh pushed through his nose. Aiden savored his dwindling cigarette. It's orange glow radiated between them and highlighted how attentive he was at listening to her story without interruption.

The bar tender ensured their drinks were always topped, but never did interrupt. No, this story was only for Aiden's ears only, and he made sure of it.

Miyu's owner and minted 'husband' would purse his lips, eyes going deep in thought as he followed along with her story. A hard swallow shifted his stubbled throat as he shook his head, muttering after she had described what happened with Takanori Ueno, "Miyu..." It was all he could say. It was his words of apology that someone like her—a delicate flower—endured. Mizuki on the other hand—that wild mare. Aiden shook his head again, brushing the thoughts aside. Her tears had him reaching out under the dim interior of the bar, brushing a thumb across her cheek to ensure no tear fucked up her makeup. Aiden hummed lowly, "your father is definitely a man bond to his business, and the success of the family as a whole. I won't make excuses for how badly he's treated you. I don't know him well enough to defend."

Aiden dropped his hand from Miyu's cheek, and took a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in an astray. As he did that, Miyu's hand came for him. He'd look toward her, and then ease into holding her as if giving in. His fingers laced with Miyu for a moment, allowing her to receive that bit of comfort. Her words had him arching a brow ever slyly, eyes scanning her face as he took in her honesty. Her words, her actions, had him guilty: 'why did I bring her here? Why would I ever decide to use her as a pawn? I should keep her exclusively to myself. I am her shield, after all.'

Internal thoughts raged in Aiden's mind, and she could see it in his eyes.

"I'll remember everything you said, Miyu. I can promise you that. I'll do you better than your owners before. I'll keep your father away from now on." He'd reassure, leveling eyes sternly before lifting his drink for a sip. A smirk cracked at his lips again, that amusement spilling in a huff through his nose, "I don't say this often, but, you look cute with your drink, you know that? Delicate is what delicate does. A little doe. My doe."

A hand reached out, cupping her jaw affectionately and giving it a stroke of his thumb. "You know, I was an orphan myself? Raised by an Italian family in the wrong business, passed around for hire by Russians, climbed to the top on the back of sponsors. We're not so different—we're broken but not forever ruined. I'll take care of you and Mizuki to my best ability. But speaking of, I need you to help me tame that little mare. Would you twist her emotions to please me? We can play a little game with her until she's understanding of her place."

 

[Penitency]

Aiden understood the wants and needs of his gentle little doe before him. He understood her strife and hardship up until this point: Miyu had been trained and raised as nothing more than a toy to be passed around by rival syndicate members in order to avoid war, or establish treaties. Whenever that husband perished, her father would simply pass her unto the next rival that was treated too close on family turf or business. Given their situation, maybe Aiden's care is what Miyu needed: no longer would she be passed around between gangsters, but stationed on the watch of a murderous ghost that moved between parallel realities.

The hand upon her cheek slowly dropped back into his lap, and the lean of her body forwards had him stationary so she could plant that soft peck upon his stubble cheek. Aiden reached up, grabbed her chin, and planted his warm lips atop of her own properly. A deep seated, vibrating groan ruminated in his throat and translated upon their embrace under the dim lighting of a rather seedy dive, full of the same bloodthirsty gangsters she was raised around. Their kiss was soon withdrawn by her Master, their lips separated with a moist pop that was muted by the hum of conversation around them. Aiden let go of her now, reaching for his glass and taking another sip. As the bourbon washed their kiss away from his lips, the man commented gruffly, "it's okay, Miyu. I don't regret who I am, or what I became. I don't have that time to look back and wish for different. Neither do you. We are who we are. We can only move ever forward."

Her words about Mizuki had him grinning handsomely under the dim light, the bartender returned to top off his drink by the bottle. Aiden tossed him an acknowledging nod before sipping. "Good girl, lets make a little game, hm? We'll break her together. I don't want to abuse her, and I don't want to slap her around like her father. So we'll go about breaking her mind and soul instead until she's compliant. We'll be smart." He'd tip his glass toward her before having a sip again, mulling over the taste in the recesses of his ever sensitive taste buds.

That's when a new male stepped up besides them, standing at six feet tall. He was put together, with short-kept hair swept back toward the nape of his neck. It was dirty blonde, matching the brows and stubble upon his own iron jaw. Emerald green eyes peered down at Miyu first, his arms crossing before his brutish chest, before they moved upon Aiden in familiar fashion. A deep hum echoed in his own mouth, as if approving of Miyu, before he spoke in a hushed pitch under the relaxing vibes of the bar about them, "Aiden, your moves are making waves. The whole thing with the Miura family is getting whispers and gossip going between many channels."

"Caden, it's been a minute, this is Miyu—my little doe and plaything."

Caden was dressed in a black and white suit, the blazer struggling to hug at his broad and toned upper torso with its tailored fit. There was no doubt that Caden came close to the build, size, and tattooed nature of her owner. He was a touch more fair skinned, his eyes a different shade, and hair a lighter color. However, the two shared a similar suave charm that matched the swanky, smooth tones that the bar seemed to command everyone follow. There was no doubt this place was more nefarious—a watering hole for the darker elements of the city—than anything else.

"Miyu—wait, Miyu Miura?" Caden wagged a finger toward her, brows narrowing, "you're Ichiro's daughter, too. Wait, Aiden, did you find your way into both his daughters?"

Aiden sipped his drink, tipping his head and shrugging his shoulders as if this was something so simple. Easy. He'd set the drink down and strike his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "tch, seems so. Either way, did you bring my information? I don't plan on being lectured tonight for free."

Caden nodded, placing a hand on his suit blazer, "I have the documents you asked, but I also don't work for free."

Aiden looked toward Miyu, and motioned her to follow with the jerk of his head, "come, we'll talk about this in private." Taking her by the hand, Miyu's tall and brutish Master would lead the way into the back rooms, where a door opened up into a small, square room surrounded by a open booth, a table at the center. As they walked toward the room, Miyu would find Caden's hand trailing the round, tone nature of her ass from above her dress, as if he was trying to silently size her up without anyone noticing. His fingers tightened some, watching for the submissive's reaction before she was allowed to sit in the private room's booth, with Aiden dividing her from Caden.

 

[Penitency]

Caden was fast to understand the dynamic between Aiden and Miyu. Miyu was absolutely dedicated, loyal, obedient. As they walked toward the back rooms, Aiden turned to look at Miyu with an arched brow at hearing her squeak. Following, his eyes moved to Caden who gave a light shrug, much to Aiden's chagrin. They'd all casually sit within the groaning, crackling leather of the welcoming booth, and a hostess in a corset was fast to approach for drinks. Aiden would motion for Miyu's tequila sunrise order, and also put in another of Blanton's on the rocks for himself. Caden would lean back in his seat and order a choice Vodka before reaching for his own smokes, slipping an unlit cigarette between his lips. Too bad he didn't have a submissive to light it up for him.

Aiden would stretch an arm out, and let it run along the top of the booth behind Miyu's slender little shoulders. Possessively, the man pressed her up against his hard, rocky side as his arm curled around her. It was here, after their conversation, that Aiden knew he would not involve her in today's meeting as he originally planned. No, he found himself being swayed some sort of way. No longer was Miyu some object to be pawned off like her father envisioned. While she was property, Miyu was his property. And so, Miyu would come to find out the topic of tonight's conversation to also be relevant to herself.

Caden hummed, reaching into his suit jacket for a thumb drive. Said thumb drive was sat upon the table before them, and his index and middle finger pushed it toward Aiden smoothly. The sound of it dragging across the wood drew Aiden's eyes from Miyu. A deep rumble of Aiden's voice confirmed his thoughts, "glad you were able to dig this up. So, tell me, did you already review the data or are you just a mere deliverer of it?" Aiden reached out, grasped the thumb drive, and handed it toward Miyu with an arched brow and a whisper, "I trust you to not lose this, my little doe. It's vitally important."

When she confirmed she would not, he'd look back toward Caden. Caden would lick his lips and tip his head, "just a deliverer, this time, Aiden. But I did hear whispers that your precious Mizuki was indeed set up. I mean, are you surprised? This woman was the top of the field before her fall from grace. Rather sudden, don't you think?"

Aiden clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and shrugged his mountainous shoulders, "tch, well, who am I to judge and why would I reject owning her?"

Caden smirked, lit his cigarette and took a drag, "just like her sister, over there? Everything comes with a price, Aiden. You know this. Your whole life has been sacrifice."

Aiden turned eyes upon Miyu, placed a warm kiss on the top of her head, and noticed their drinks had arrived. After picking up his glass of bourbon and having a sip, the brute placed it down and sighed through his nose contently. Looming pectorals rose and fell against the tailored nature of his ensemble, pushing his tie up before it fell down. "I'll send payment via usual channels, yeah?" The words had Caden clearing his throat.

"Ah-ah, wait a minute," Caden looked toward Miyu, narrowing his gaze, "if she's just a mere possession, you wouldn't mind if I have her for a while?"

Aiden's jaw clenched, "she's not for sale. And speak about her like that again, and I'll go for your family first."

Caden smirked, dragging from his cigarette, "always quick to anger, Aiden. Rellaxx, it was just a mere question." Caden would wink toward Miyu smoothly, but Aiden would soon push from their booth, extending a hand for her to take.

"Our business is done here, payment has gone through. Till next time, Caden."

Aiden would wait for Miyu to take his hand before guiding her out from the back rooms, his footsteps strong and powerful. He looked annoyed, frustrated, but did not show regret. Aiden caught himself developing stronger feelings for his newest wife, possession, and pet. As they reached the parking lot outside, he'd unlock and hold the door open for her in silence. She might be able to see it written across his face: he cared for her, and hated himself for it.

 

[Penitency]

When Miyu was in the vehicle, the man rounded to the driver's seat and fired up the vehicle. Aiden seemed his usual self: solemn, serious, business. However, there was something more pensive in his gaze as they moved in traffic. He was silent, thoughtful, as they rode back home. The city lights reflected across the front windshield and across the broad nature of her Master's brutish chest. One hand idly fixed his tie's knot about his neck before returning to the steering wheel. Miyu's words almost surprised the man as he came out of his thoughts in a flash. Bright blue eyes blinked a few times before turning toward her in the passenger seat ever patiently.

"I know Miyu," he hummed a sigh, "I know." It was all he said as they continued to weave in between the other vehicles on the road. Aiden cleared his throat and licked his bottom lip as he diverted his eyes out the front windshield again, but spoke to her as he did so. "You did nothing wrong, Miyu. It's funny—typically Caden haggles me to no end. He gave in pretty easily with you around tonight." Aiden swallowed hard, his throat shifting, as he turned them toward the driveway of their grand home, the gate slowly opening before them. As it did, he'd look over toward her ever slyly, handsome, and comment, "I don't share things I care about." Aiden gave her a clue, hinting that he'd never share her or Mizuki and only realize it tonight on their date when they became closer.

"Besides, we got what we needed." Aiden reached into the pocket of his slacks and pulled out the thumb drive he had gotten from Caden, waving it between them as they parked in the garage of his home. "This. This should have some information on the hit that Mizuki failed. I have a feeling she was set up, and I think finding out the facts might be a way to win over our little mare. Maybe she won't scratch me up as badly." The man snickered subtly under his breath before encasing the thumb drive in his closed fist and stepped out of the vehicle. The door to his car was thrown open, then closed, as he stepped out and rounded it to help Miyu.

The thumb drive was tucked into his pocket as he then helped her step out. Aiden closed the door behind her and carefully planted his hands upon the vehicle at either side of her head. Pinning her between him and the car, one hand slipped along her neck and jaw once more, sweeping some of her beautiful hair behind an ear. The other hand remained upon the vehicle beside her head, his bicep blaring and mountainous shoulders shifting. Aiden's eyes remained upon her as he drew close, breath held, head soon tipping to one side as their lips came in contact. When they did, the man closed his eyes and brushed those eager tiers across her own in a series of strokes. They were slow, steady, building.

Soon, his own tongue would join the fray as he pinned her there, enjoying their moment just the two of them. The hand upon her neck and jawline slowly began to grab one strap of her dress, slipping it downward from her shoulder as he tangled tongues with her.

 

[Penitency]

There was no doubt that Aiden understood and knew that Miyu would be more than willing and able to please in a moment's notice. He cared about her, and so much so that he could not bring himself to use her like her father typically would. There was also more to it: he wanted to enjoy her first while in his possession than letting Caden do so. The hand upon his car remained, the other continued to lead her dress's strap down over her slender shoulder. When that was done, the other upon her opposite shoulder followed, and his hands moved to help ensure the dress slipped down to her ankles across his garage floor.

As Aiden undressed her, the man leaned in and stroked his lips masterfully over hers. A sign of passion and wanton need, his own tongue danced with hers but set their aggressive rhythm. It was always Aiden taking the lead, but he had no qualms with that sense of control. If Miyu had wore panties, the brute's index finger would hook within it, pushing, tugging, ensure she knew he wanted everything off. Their lips soon separated, and tongues untangled, with a moist smack of division. A tiny dribble of saliva was wiped from his bottom lip with his tongue as her towering Adonis stepped back, both hands working the vest of his ensemble.

Buttons were undone, and the vest was pulled behind him before being tossed across the car's hood behind her. Ever observant and worshipping blue eyes scanned upon her figure, tracing the lines and flare of her hips, before meeting her ever vulnerable gaze. "We can save the talk about your sister for later. I promise I'll do what I can to figure out what happened to her. But for now, I want you. I just realized I never claimed you properly. I think we should change that, without Mizuki's interruption." Aiden couldn't help but let a confident smirk grace his lips as he began unbuttoning his shirt after stripping his tie.

One by one, his large pectorals and the striated lines of his abdominals made themselves known within the opening. Both chiseled arms extended back as he tugged, stretching out his mountainous and tattooed shoulders to catch the fabric at his lower back. The sight of his v-cut hips running until they vanished within his waistband was seen, moving as he tossed the shirt now and undid his slacks. The purr of his zipper soon brought the hefty, once constrained bounce of his eager cock. It swayed, shifted, before the backdrop of his washboard core as he now stepped out of his pants and shoes, closing some distance between them as he licked his bottom lip, admiring her face with his ever studious gaze.

"On your knees, Miyu." He'd cup a hand across her face, and give her one last kiss upon the lips, before he'd let her show her admiration before being properly claimed. Besides, he needed to be wet and slick to even attempt to fit into her tight little slit. The sheer size of his girth and heft looked as if it was an impossible task, one in which Mizuki had to fight to make happen earlier, but now it was the more timid Miyu's turn.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden's heart pounded in his chest as those crystal blue eyes admired Miyu's stacked figure as if she was some goddess above an altar; he couldn't tell of her chest was bigger than her Sister's but it was luckily for him he owned both siblings, right? However, the favor was returned, but Aiden's own facial portrait was less revealing than hers. A glance up had Aiden understanding her shock and pleasure in what he had revealed to her, despite having been around the house shirtless and naked before. There was something in her cockshocked mannerisms that had him grinning wickedly, handsomely, and almost arrogantly so. He wielded her obedience like a weapon, and yet, she appreciated that firm hand by roaming her own fingers across his hardened figure before doing as he willed.

Those few seconds of her pause did not earn her his ire. No, they did the opposite. She could see his pleased smile beginning to creep upon his lips. Aiden's smile was washed away as he leaned his head forwards and met Miyu's warm kiss with one of his own. They'd brush lips passionately again, his head tipping to the side to deepen it some, before her intimidated eyes were skyward upon him as she lowered to her knees. It was upon her knees that his hard, towering cock acted as a divider between their glances. Aiden's length was near the size of her chin to forehead at this rate. It was enough to wash her eyes in his silhouette, the shield of Aiden's rippling back also plodded out the fluorescent lights of the ceiling above. He was now her god, and she did not let him forget that.

The feeling of her hands caressing his calves had them flexing up against her touch as if electricity was jolted through his veins. That led up to his tree-trunk sized thighs that flared outwards, unleashing an unseen and previously relaxed amount of definition that left little space between one another. Her kisses had him groaning, both hands mashing to the side of his vehicle above her. A deep seated groan rolled off of his lips, noting his pleasure, while Aiden's chin tipped toward the median of his collarbones. Bright blue eyes watched her intently from above with that demanding and domineering energy flowing in his irises. However, Miyu was allowed to explore, to worship, and to admire unhindered by him.

Aiden wanted her to. He wanted her to know every imperfection upon his unwavering thighs, and the heft of his towering cock that awaited above on its own accord. A slave should know every inch of her master, and this was moving toward that notion. Their eyes remained locked as she lifted, kissing higher along his legs until she met his heavy balls. Aiden couldn't help but allow a groan to rumble louder within his closed mouth like some dormant lion above her.

One hand dropped, brushing some hair from her face as he watched silently, groaning, allowing her to take her time. For now, it was a nice retreat from being scarred and fighting with the little lioness on the other side of the door. The suck of his balls and stroke of that hard, throbbing cock before the backdrop of his abs had him groaning, the divisions of his core tightening before her eyes.

"Good girl," he moaned, "I don't need to tell you want to do. Worship your god." He'd smirk, allowing her to move at her own pace while his body rippled, tensed in reaction to her moves.

 

[Penitency]

Aiden couldn't help but groan, his core tightening, as Miyu's hands roamed over the rocky nature of his thighs. His hard figure was dusted over in a light amount of maintained hair, but that did not deter her fingers and palms from finding every ridge of definition stacked upon him. The florescent lighting overhead almost made her towering Adonis look as if he had an unearned halo from her perspective upon her knees, and also added a glow to his fair complexion. Her words had Aiden grinning, an amused but pleased smirk pushing through his nose, while he stood his ground and gathered up a ponytail of hair within his large grip.

Her kisses had his legs expanding to her touch as if she jolted him with a taser, but the expansion and contraction was slow, timed, patient. It flowed with her caresses and touches well. Her tongue lathering his heavy balls had the brute tipping his head back for a moment. Both eyes closed as he bit down on his bottom lip, muting some of the moans that wanted to pour from the depths of his throat. The hand gripping the base of her ponytail tightened, his fist clamping, and forearm went the same way of his thighs as muscle rose to the surface of his powerful appendage.

Aiden couldn't go long without leaning his head down and opening his eyes to meet hers. Despite the fact that he had broke eye contact and tipped his head back, Miyu was still looking up at him like the perfectly trained pet when his gaze returned. It was as if they had never left. Aiden's heart was pounding, his cock absolutely throbbing above her face. Pre-cum was already trailing down his vein laden circumference from the very pin-hole slit at the crown. Aiden couldn't help but take his time admiring the way her large breasts shifted and blanketed the gap between his body and hers from his height advantage.

"Oh fuck," he gasped, barely audible, when she engulfed his cock head and hollowed her cheeks. The sound of him shifting in her wet mouth, Miyu's tongue encircling him like her favorite candy, had Aiden tense and flexing again. She'd receive that reaction, that approval, in the sight above her and the noises from his throat. Aiden did not let her touch herself. No, instead, he made Miyu move to her next best action: brushing her hands along his massive thighs. His glutes tightened now as Aiden began to thrust his hips, forcing his wide and overpowering girth into the back of her mouth and testing her throat.

With the hand behind the back of her head, Aiden began to bob her head for her while pushing his hips back and forth, allowing them to tighten before her eyes as he hit the back of her tonsils. Again and again, the man would use her mouth as he saw fit, taking advantage of this little doe without an attitude. "fuck that feels good. Good girl, look up, both hands on your breasts. I got it from here." And with that, his thrusts grew faster, harder, testing how much he could fit until she gagged and squirmed. The hand behind her head, gripping her hair, was used like the hand of a well, pushing and thrusting her until he missed his next thrust.

Aiden's hard, throbbing length slid across her face, drawing a wet trail in it's wake. The hand behind her head would direct her back on his cock, shoving himself balls deep and holding her down even if she struggled. Aiden had to train her throat, and this was her test. Just when Miyu was about to run out of air, the man would pull out and let his dick slap across her face once more. He'd lick his lips and speak down to her, still holding her hair, "good girl. You can touch yourself now." There was something about knowing she was getting turned on by being face-fucked that appeased him so.

So, he'd use his hand to direct her back on him again, this time pumping her head hard and fast with his hips.

 

[Penitency]

Miyu's struggle, the gags and groans when he went too far into the back of her throat, had Aiden tense and groaning. His head tipped back again, eyes breaking contact, as he began to blur the sight of her face before his straining thighs with a feverish pace. Again and again the man pushed down on her so he could fit as much as he could down her eager and inviting throat. The red carpet of her swirling tongue had him biting down on his bottom lip again while the hand holding at the base of her ponytail continued to use her as his property. Aiden's grip tightened out of sheer pleasure. The vibrations of her moaning and plight had him rock hard and keeping that way the entire time.

The feeling of Miyu's large and heavy breasts brushing and slapping up against his muscular legs had Aiden encouraged and energetic. There was promise in using those breasts of hers as they knocked upon him as if begging for the attention they deserved, despite his focus upon the depths of her warm and wet cavern. When she began touching herself with a mere pinky, the brute could only grow more eager. Miyu was properly trained and obedient. She knew the purpose as to why he didn't want to use her for his business: she was all his and his alone, now. Not even her fingers would find the bliss that was her tight and awaiting pussy.

When Miyu loudly groaned, sending ripples of electricity right into his core, Aiden moaned out with lips agape. His head hung between his shoulders again, chin between collarbones, so he could watch the feverish sight of her head being forced to bob across his gigantic length that never seemed to end. Aiden's own tapered hips swung hard, meeting her nose with his washboard plane of those striated abdominals. With one final, hard thrust that sent her down to the very last inch of his dick, the brute then pulled her back with the flex of his chiseled arm. When Miyu was pulled, allowed to have oxygen flow through her once more, he'd slap his dick a few times across the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Aiden grinned while the same hand upon her hair began to lead her up to her feet demandingly.

Long having removed the lace and garners she wore, even as good as they looked upon her, the man would walk with Miyu toward the front of his expensive sport's car nearby. When they were standing before it, he'd lead her to lay on her back across the smooth, pearlescent painted hood. He'd step up between Miyu's legs, spreading them wide now with both hands as he released her ponytail. One hand reached down, gave himself a few hard and solid pumps with his thick fingers and large palm, before brushing his bulbous head up against her pussy lips. A few more strokes, up and down motions, had him generating some friction upon her clit before her shifted his hips and sunk himself into Miyu's tight little channel for the first time.

Aiden groaned out, his breath pushing out of his lips, as he leveled eyes with her. Both of his hands reached out, grasped her own, and began to pull them toward him. This made her encase those large and generous tits between her forearms, bubbling them together, while he also used them as a pair of reigns to push her down while he pushed his hips forwards. Holding her wrists at the front of his abs, he'd allow her to touch and grip at his rocky stomach while he kept possession of her wrists. The slow rock of his hips turned into hard, body jolting thrusts that sent her away from him before she was returned, and slammed into again.

The man began to set the pace, feeling her clamping down and massaging at him. Aiden wasn't sure who was tighter, but both twins were absolutely a fit.