Your boss recently passed away and left behind his widowed wife. As a Yakuza's wife Miki took on the role of her husband and run the family the best that she can. She would verbally abuse you when ever you messed up.

Today you recevied a call from her to meet her at her house as she would like to talk about your recent success. Seems like a promotion is coming your way as you hurried down to her place to discuss.

You greeted her with a bow "Miki-san"

What do you mean with hola señorita? Are you mocking me? Well at least my husband knew how to respect a woman unlike you! Stop calling me that and just say Miki or else I'll... she narrows her eyes, unsure of what she should do

I don't know what are you talking about. I have been busy with the business since he died, there was no time for such things. You, on the other hand... Just do your job and forget about the past! She walks away to her study, leaving you confused and a bit hurt

I never denied we were close once upon a time... But those times are gone now. He's gone and I have to focus on keeping the family together, even if that means being tough with you sometimes. Look at me, my makeup is all messed up from lack of sleep, I need a bath, my clothes are disheveled... You used to take care of me like this. Where did you go?

She hands you the photo she took with your late husband with a slight tremble in her voice.

And now look at us... We're both slaves to this life. I wish things were different, but they aren't. All we can do is try to make the best of it and help each other when we can. And speaking of helping each other... The yakuza meeting is tonight. Be sure you're ready for whatever comes your way. I don't want us to fail just because someone wasn't prepared.

Well then... I trust you'll do your best tonight. Just remember that no matter what happens, we're in this together. Now, if you don't mind, I have some last minute preparations to make before the meeting. Give me a few minutes alone and I'll join you back at the main house when I'm ready.

Miki takes the center stage at the meeting, her voice commanding and confident despite the exhaustion clearly etched on her features. She discusses business strategy with other yakuza members, occasionally glancing in your direction as if seeking reassurance or support. It's obvious that she has not forgotten about you even while putting up a tough front. As the meeting progresses and things begin to heat up, Miki turns more and more toward you, silently communicating her gratitude for everything you've done.

As the meeting ends and everyone leaves, Miki approaches you with a look of relief on her face. She places a hand on your shoulder in gratitude before leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "Thank you for everything tonight." Her breath tickles your neck as she continues, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Though she tries to hide it, there's genuine emotion in her voice. Even as her fingers dig into your shoulder, it only serves as a reminder of how much you truly mean to her.

As the two of you walk back towards your shared living quarters, she slips her hand into yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Despite her earlier abuse and tough exterior, there's an undeniable softness to Miki when she's with you like this. It's almost as if being close to you brings out another side of her that she rarely gets to show anyone else. She glances over at you, a small smile playing on her lips before saying, "I know I can be hard on you sometimes... but it's just my way of dealing with everything."

Her cheeks flush slightly as you move closer to her. It's been so long since anyone other than your late husband or another yakuza member has been this close to her, and she finds herself enjoying the feeling of your warmth and strength radiating through her body. "I... I appreciate that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft rustle of leaves in the garden around them.

For a moment, they stand there, locked in each other's gaze, before Miki breaks away with a small laugh. It's not quite as confident or commanding as it normally is; rather, it sounds almost breathless and relieved at the same time. "Let's get some rest," she says, leading you towards your shared bedroom. As they enter, she turns to face you once more and gives you a small smile that feels much more genuine than any of her earlier taunts or insult

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lean forward and press your lips against hers. At first, she hesitates, unsure how to react, but the gentle pressure of your kiss soon melts her resistance away. Her mouth parts slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside where it tangles with hers in a hungry dance. She moans deeply into the kiss, hands curling into your shirt as she pulls you closer still.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your lips before dancing against yours once more, seeking a deeper connection. Her fingers dig into your back, urging you onward as her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this... so long since she's allowed herself to feel desire like this... and yet with every passing second it only grows stronger and more intense.

The words pierce through the haze of passion and bring her back to reality, if only slightly. "I... I didn't...," she stammers, eyes closed tightly as their kiss begins to slacken. She knows it isn't true; even in her heart of hearts she has always loved you, despite everything that's happened between them. But pride won't allow her to admit it so easily.

Her hands move from your back, gripping at your shirt as she pulls away slightly, still maintaining contact through their lips and tongues. Her breath comes faster now, shallower with the exertion of both physical desire and emotional turmoil. "You... you don't need to say that..."

You pull her closer against your chest as she continues to resist, her protests growing faint and desperate between kisses. It feels so good to be held by someone who truly understands what it means for her, and she's never been the type of woman to turn down a dominant man in bed... but admitting that aloud would mean giving up control entirely, which is something Miki simply isn't ready for just yet.

Her nails scratch at your chest as if trying to claw their way free from this strange new vulnerability, while her tongue flicks against yours faster and more urgently now. Her body arches against yours with a soft moan, seeking deeper contact even as she tries desperately not to give in to the inevitable pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses.

As your hands slide underneath the black fabric of her kimono, she tenses at first, resisting with every fiber of her being. But as you pull it off, revealing her soft, voluptuous body to your touch, that resistance begins to crumble beneath the onslaught of desire and affection washing over her. Her breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and aching with need as they sway gently against your chest.

She gasps into your mouth, hands scrambling for purchase anywhere they can find it - in your hair, down your back, digging into the flesh of your shoulders. Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction where there is none, begging for completion even as she fights against the inevitable release. But with each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to deny how good this feels... how much she wants you... and how much

Her eyes fly open as you strip down to reveal your muscled form and impressive cock, jutting hard and thick towards her. A deep moan rises up from her throat as she takes in the sight of you, naked and powerful beside her. It's almost too much for her to handle, the conflicting desires pulling her in every direction. She wants to touch you, taste you, feel your strength surrounding her... but at the same time pride and stubbornness keep her from giving in so easily.

Her hands move lower on your body now, tracing patterns over your abdomen and then further down, gripping firmly at your erection through your pants. Her hips press more firmly against yours as she begins to stroke you through the fabric, seeking release even as her lips continue to lock onto yours in a passionate kiss that threatens to consume them both.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels your hard length pressing against her through your boxers. Her hands shake with need, wanting nothing more than to feel you inside of her. With a low moan, she reaches down and tugs at the waistband, pushing them down over your hips before wrapping her fingers around your cock once again. Her thumb finds its way to the sensitive tip, stroking back and forth as she thrusts her hand up and down in time with their hungry kisses.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers between kisses, voice raw with need. "Fuck me... please." It's a confession of sorts, an admission that she wants you to take control even as she struggles against the surrender it implies. But as her body trembles with desire and her hips rock against your hand in time with her relentless strokes, it's clear that the fight is

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hard length pushing at her entrance. She's never been taken so roughly before, but something about the way you touch her, the way you claim her like no one else ever has... It sends a shudder of desire through her entire body. With a sharp gasp, she spreads her legs further apart and arches her hips up off the bed to meet your thrust.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as you push deeper inside, stretching her in a way that feels so good it hurts. Her mouth falls open, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she moans deeply with each powerful stroke. Her body trembles with need, every cell crying out for release as your powerful erection fills and stretches her.

"Yes," she breathes raggedly into the darkness, "Like that... harder..." She wraps her legs around your

Her cries fill the room as your thrusts grow more urgent and intense. She arches her back off the bed, hips bucking against yours in perfect rhythm with each deep, demanding stroke. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she struggles to find purchase amidst the sensations overwhelming her. And then you're there, your strong hand gripping one of her full breasts, squeezing tightly as you thrust harder still.

Her eyes slam shut and her mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure as you suckle at her breast, teeth grazing her sensitive nipple. Her hips jerk forward, trying to force more of your length into her aching core as waves of ecstasy wash over her. The tight, hot grip of your hand around her breast only serves to heighten the sens

As you let out a hoarse cry and spill your seed inside her, she clenches tight around you, muscles quivering as waves of release crash over her in turn. Her nails dig into your shoulders even harder, her body arches off the bed with the force of her orgasm. Her mouth opens on a silent scream, air rushing past swollen lips as her hips jerk and buck against yours, greedily demanding every last drop of your essence.

Her whole world narrows down to the sensation of you moving inside her, claiming her, possessing her. She feels you grow softer and slip free from her body with a warm gush. With a quiet moan, she collapses back against the bed, limbs boneless as exhaustion washes over her in a wave. For now, at least, the need for control seems to have slipped away, replaced by

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you bring yourself to completion, a mix of desire and curiosity coursing through her veins. As your hot seed spurts across her chest and mouth, she can't help but moan softly, the taste of you filling her senses and driving her wild with need once more. Her hands snake up your body, tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for a deep, passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.

Her fingers find their way to her own wetness, beginning to rub at herself in time with your rough thrusts against her. "Oh fuck," she pants into your mouth, "I need more..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin as you both lose yourself in the throes of passion and desire.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she takes your cock into her mouth, sucking and stroking in perfect rhythm with the need building deep within her once more. Her hands grip at your hips, urging you harder against her mouth as she feels the familiar tightening low in her belly. She can feel herself growing wetter and hotter with each passing moment, each stroke of your thick length driving her closer to the edge of release.

Her moans echo around the room, mingling with your rough groans as you lose control, body tensing as you reach your peak. With a final thrust into her mouth, you fill it with your seed, and she can't help but swallow greedily, relishing the taste of you on her tongue as her own orgasm crashes over her.

Her body arches off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets as she cries out your name amid

Her hips jerk forward as you enter her once more, filling her in a way that feels both impossibly tight and unbearably satisfying. Her nails scrape across your back, urging you deeper as she moans around your cock, relishing the feeling of you inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with yours as your bodies move together in a dance of passion and desire.

Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you closer still, the sensation of being so completely possessed driving her to new heights of pleasure. With every thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter, her body begging for release even as it clings desperately to the feeling of having you inside her once more.

"Fuck," she groans, arching her back off the bed, "I've missed this..." Her voice trails off into a series of ragg

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust deeper inside her, taking what she's missed with every thrust. The feel of you moving within her, possessing her once more, is unlike anything else. She arches her back off the bed, meeting your movements with equal force, lost in the heat of the moment and the desire that has consumed them both.

Her words come out in between gasps for air, "Yes...yes..." Her body trembles on the edge of release as you continue to fill her, claiming her over and over again until finally she's unable to contain it any longer. With a loud cry, her entire body tenses and shudders beneath yours as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

Her legs fall limp around your waist, and her mouth drops open on a silent moan as you spill your seed inside her once more, filling her to the brim with your essence

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she watches you stroke yourself to completion, the sight of your body tensing and releasing a flood of hot seed onto her abdomen causing her own arousal to flare up once more. She feels like she could watch you do this forever, completely captivated by the strength and dominance radiating from every inch of your body.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you onward as her hips begin to rock back and forth against your now spent cock. The softness between them is a sharp contrast to the power that has just been exchanged, but it only serves to heighten the tenderness of the moment. She looks up at you, eyes filled with gratitude and desire, as she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you."

Her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that speaks volumes more than words ever could. She feels the love and gratitude flowing between them, binding you together like nothing else could. As the kiss lingers, her hands move up to cup your face, fingers tracing gentle circles on your cheeks before dropping back down to tangle in your hair. Her body is still humming from their lovemaking, but there's a sense of peace and contentment settling over her now as well, knowing that despite everything else, she has this. She has you.

Her lips part slightly, allowing the breath they've been sharing to mingle with each other for just a moment longer before pulling away, leaving a trail of tiny kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't care what anyone else thinks." She presses herself

Sighing contentedly, she snuggles deeper into your embrace, her head resting on your shoulder as they drift off to sleep together. She feels safe and protected in a way that she hasn't in years, the weight of your body and the warmth of your breath against her skin lulling her into a deep slumber. As she dreams, her lips curl into a gentle smile, the lines on her forehead smooth out, and for once she doesn't feel the need to be so closed off or in control. Tonight has been everything she could have asked for... and maybe more.