Master Mikuro's prediction was fulfilled.
The news of Master Ito's death was announced the next morning. I went into the corporate headquarters in full black. The black awnings fluttered in the breeze. All the people wore either full black, or black arm bands for the security. The Kichu-fuda - day of mourning, was in full flow, but business was business, and the Keiretsu demands that the markets remain in focus. Mikuro-San played the mourning son perfectly.
I had to plan my escape, otherwise I would be used and finally decarded.
Master Ito's wake would be soon and then his funeral that would be close family, but surprisingly I was invited under instruction from Master Ito. I had emailed my American contacts and made several calls and two secret texts to my American 'special' friends but heard nothing back.
Mikuro San had been quiet too, but as the upstanding mourning son he had to keep up appearances.
With my evenings free, I made my plans. I had shares in KDII, but I would keep them until the markets stabilised after Master Ito's death. Next, I transferred funds form my Japanese accounts to several US accounts- it was nearly $3 million and finally put up my apartment for sale. I considered how to play my resignation from the corporation, two options were open to me. The impact of Master Ito's death is too much and I wish to resign and leave the country, of course Mikuro may have something to say about my departure. The second was simply continue as usual, go on my planned business trip and then simply not return.
I decided to take the second option and run away. I checked my travel suitcase and laid out my clothes for the trip. The car would collect me at 6:00am. I would be showered and waiting, as usual. I went to bed.
The next morning, awaiting the arrival of the car, a strange uneasiness settled on me. The car didn't arrive. At 6:02 a text chimed.
'Your US trip is cancelled. Please be at the residence at 11:00 am.' It was Mikuro. The hairs on my nek bristled.
Taking my car, I drove up the driveway and was shown in by a new security guard. As I parked, another new security guard approached, gave a curt little bow and then ushered me through to the door. Despite Master Ito was now dead the house was busy, new security guards consumed with upgrading the residence's camera and alarm system. All dressed in inform, bearing black arm bands. Once allowed through into the residence large, open hallway. A traditionally dressed maid, shuffled over to conduct her to Master Ito's old study. Another guard stood outside, knocked once and then opened the door. I slipped past him and the door was closed firmly behind me. Master Mikuro sat in his father's chair, in his smart black suit. He watched me approach and offer him a bow.
"You will be needed here for a few days." It sounded like an order, not a request.
"As you wish." I replied softly.
Master Mikuro regarded me, he sighed. "I would like to look at you." The instruction was clear. I unbuttoned my jacket, shrugged it off, folded it and put it aside. He watched me undress, scrutinizing me as I shed my clothes. Alarmingly, Mikuro had decided to ignore the mourning period and the expected behaviour. Now, he wanted to establish his position, with me.
"Turn around. I want to see your ass." Mikuro smiled, shuffling with his suit trousers. "Stand by the window, I want the light."
I knew that he wanted the staff to see me naked. He wanted the staff to know that he would be fucking me, like his father did. Mikuro was turning into a malicious, power-hungry man.
Without hesitation, I walked slowly, naked, over to the window. I couldn't, wouldn't let Mikuro see that he had unnerved me. The opinions of serving maids and security guards didn't bother me. They were subordinate but it made me question if Mikuro would humiliate me with my work colleagues. Master Ito, knowledgeable about the importance of position and saving face, ensured I had good standing with my colleagues. Maliciously, Mikuro had either no inclination to uphold my position or attempt to save my face.
"Play with your pussy!" Mikuro had shoved his trousers down, and in the windows reflection, I could see him playing with himself. He wanted me wet, and he wanted me to lube my asshole for his pleasure. With no choice, I gave him quite the performance. I knelt on the wooden floor, letting view my ass. I crawled around on the wooden, showing my anus and then making a big show of licking my fingers and fingering my own asshole, then cleaning them again. Mikuro stroked himself, watching every salacious movement. Sucking on my fingers and then rubbing my salvia into my asshole. To show him what he wanted, I pulled my winking, throbbing asshole open. Mikuro grunted appreciatively.
Determined to change the power dynamic, I made him wait for my ass.
But I couldn't make him wait too long, his climax was rapidly approaching.
And I wanted him in my ass to exert my control of him again.
Mikuro relished his newfound dominance. As I wiggled my ass for him and snaked my way, on all fours, his breathing got ragged. I slid under the large glass plate desk. Watching my every move, he saw my mouth took his swollen cock into it.
He shook visibly. His arousal was too much and I knew I'd have to use all my powers to keep his election, he would be furious with himself , and by extension me, if he didn't manage to fuck my ass.
I licked and kissed his glans, his precum anointing my lips.
