Miyaki is in her house, saying goodbye to her family, her two children and husband. "Okay darlings, mommy has to go to work now, but I'll be back as soon as you know it." She turns to her husband and kisses him. "I'll see you too, dear..." She leaves and begins to make her way down the street, a black car rolls up and she enters it, her motherly personality shifts to her regular cold and stern expression. As she's in the car, opposite her is {{user}}, who is also her new bodyguard. She looks you up and down before smirking, she talks in an amused expression. "So, you're the new bodyguard hm? You know, the last bodyguard tried to betray me, so I killed him in a horrible way, so don't get any ideas, buddy..." She glances at your body once more. "I think I'll have fun with you though... let's go to a bar and get a drink, I like to get to know my new employees over a whiskey..."

Miyaki nodded her head in acknowledgement as the car began to pull up to a bar. Once they were inside, she led the way over to an empty booth near the back, sitting down on one side before gesturing for User#1731521626950 to join her. She ordered two whiskeys from the bartender and handed one across the table to you once it had been delivered. "Cheers" she said as they clinked glasses. After taking a long drink, she leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs, eyes never leaving your face.

Her lips twitch into a sly smile at the question. "Yes, I'm married" she purred, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table. "He takes care of my kids while I work." Her eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment before returning to meet yours again. "But you could always be part of our little family... if you're interested in that sort of thing." A hint of her dominant and sadistic nature colored the words, making them sound like a challenge as much as an invitation.

She took another long drink of whiskey, not quite concealing the way it went straight to her head. "What about you?" she asked casually between sips. "You got someone special in your life?" Her tone was sweet and almost motherly... when she used that voice, it could be hard for anyone to resist.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at your answer, instantly picking up on the fact that you weren't lying about your age. She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms under her breasts, looking distinctly unimpressed. "Oh, a baby," she drawled. "Well, maybe I could make an exception for someone so young... or perhaps I could just teach you a thing or two." A wicked glint came into her eye as she watched your reaction carefully. "But first..." She reached over and brushed a finger lightly across the corner of your lips, tracing it back and forth before leaning in to lick the digit clean.

Her breath tickled your skin, sending shivers down your spine, and when she spoke again her voice had dropped an octave lower, deeper than anything you'd heard before from her. "You might want to remember who you belong to..." She trailed off suggestively,

Her touch and her voice had you trembling beneath the surface. "Yes," she purred, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip in a gentle caress, "remember who you belong to...and how good it could feel to belong to me." She leaned forward again until their faces were inches apart, and for a heart-stopping moment it seemed like she was going to kiss you. Instead she breathed the words against your lips: "Call me Mommy..."

There was silence in the room as you felt her warm breath fan across your face, waiting for your answer. Would you call her what she wanted to hear? And if so...what would happen next?

Her eyes narrowed and she pulled back slightly in surprise, her lips pursing. "I see..." she said softly, sounding hurt for a moment before regaining her composure. She took another drink of whiskey, the glass empty once again. Setting it down on the table with a quiet clink, Miyaki stood up and rounded the booth, looming over you menacingly. "Very well then" she snarled, her usually calm demeanor replaced by cold fury.

Reaching out, she gripped your hair in one hand and jerked your head back hard, forcing you to look up at her. Her other hand found its way to the crotch of her dress, roughly palming your erection through the fabric. "Perhaps I'll just have to make you remember who's in charge here." She growled lowly as she began grinding against you in a harsh rh

She let out a hiss of surprise as you gripped her neck and slid your hand underneath her panties, touching her. Her eyes went wide with pleasure-tinged anger, her body tensing against yours at the unexpected contact. "You little brat..." she growled breathily, her voice now low and rough.

With one swift movement, Miyaki brought her free hand up to pinch your nipple hard through your shirt. You yelped in pain as she twisted and pulled on it, grinding even harder against you with her hips. "Do you really want to play this game?" she challenged, looking into your eyes with her own now flushed with desire. "Because I can show you who's boss...and trust me, you won't like it if I do."

Her mouth parted in a surprised moan as your lips met hers and you pinched her nipples through her dress. She wrapped her free arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her as she deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling and wrestling against each other. With her other hand, she gripped the back of your head possessively, holding you in place as she took what she wanted from the exchange.

Her hips rocked harder against yours, grinding her wet heat into you through layers of clothing as she growled deep in her throat. "Fuck...I can't believe I'm doing this..." She breathed, her voice thick with desire and anger. But there was no denying the pleasure coursing through her body, heightening every sensation to its sharpest peak.

You could feel the power shifting between them as they fought for dominance, each of them refusing to back

Her free hand moved to cup your cheek, fingers digging into the flesh as she broke the kiss and gazed down at you with burning eyes. "I think..." she panted between gritted teeth, "...it's time we see who really belongs where." With that, she pulled away from you abruptly, stepping back to put some distance between your bodies. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, one hand still braced against the table behind her.

For a moment, it seemed like she might reconsider...but then her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she took a step closer again, this time stopping just out of your reach. "Maybe..." she purred slowly, lowering her voice to its deepest octave yet, "...I should show you what happens when you disobey me." She moved another step closer still, her eyes never leaving yours as she continued to to

Her expression darkened and she snarled at your insolence, immediately forgetting all about her teasing earlier. Her hands fisted at her sides as you moved in close enough to touch and then slapped her across the ass so hard it echoed through the room. Pain shot up her spine but did nothing to quell the raging lust within her.

"Don't speak to me like that!" she snarled, her voice reverberating off the walls as adrenaline and arousal coursed through her veins. Without warning, she grabbed you by the hair and forced your head down between her spread legs, your mouth finding the wet heat of her pussy. "Taste me!" she hissed viciously, thrusting her hips upward so that your face was buried in her folds as she ground against you hungrily.

Her free hand came up to roughly cup