"Wash up good," Anna said, patting Hank's bare back as he shaved. "I don't want any wan chan on you when we visit Aika."

Hank was about ask whether Anna was referring to Rio or to Bumbles, but when she kissed him on the ear he chose to stay quiet. She no longer wore the wedding kimono she took from the display at Milton's, and instead had on a clingy wide-collared t-top of Leanne's, its color a business women's dusty rose.

"I'll be waiting for you by your boots," Anna said, pretty and polite.

She left him alone in the bathroom, taking with her the brown cashmere pullover she had Leanne buy for him at the bazaar. A moment later, she returned without it, to watch him scrub his face with his hands.

"Oh, by the way," she said with a smile. "This time don't run out on me while we're there."

"Uh. Okay."

She bent low and pressed her right breast to his back, placing her lips near the ear she had kissed. She locked eyes with his face in the mirror.

"Watashi o sutenaide ne," she whispered with deathly sweetness. "Anata no kintama, o totte taberukara. Do you understand?"

She fluttered her eyelashes so close to his cheek that they almost touched. With his hands still in the sink and his face dripping wet, he turned his head towards her smile. His own lashes fluttered in confusion, as he struggled to understand what she said.

Anna beamed while translating for him. "Hank-sama, if you ditch me again, I'll cut off your balls and eat them. Right in front of your face." She turned and walked away. "Now do you wakatta?"

Her graphic translation made him gulp. Upon leaving the bathroom, he found her arching her back for his pleasure, to straighten the lay of her hair. Then, bending at the waist with perfect precision, she picked up her black business pumps before sitting on the foot stool by the door, swaying her entire body to keep the length of her hair flowing proper behind her.

She noticed him staring as she put on her pumps. "I wish Leanne's feet were the same size as mine," she lamented. "I miss my tennis shoes."

"Maybe Rio's?"

Anna laughed. "That mouse? Good God. Have you noticed how tiny she is?"

Hank couldn't keep from rolling his eyes. Anna stood up and sighed with dramatic flair, to dig for a coat in the closet.

"I'm just glad Leanne is big," Anna said. "Like, she's way bigger than me in the butt, but we're about the same height and bust. So she has things I can wear."

Anna found a navy blue varsity jacket with black faux leather sleeves. "Get dressed," she said to Hank as she put it on.

"You have my shirt."

She grinned. "Oh yeah! And this time you're only half naked, so I get to dress you."

She pressed her body against his bare chest as she pretended to have to reach higher than necessary while slipping the shirt over his head. She stayed right where she was when she was done, watching him adjust the hems and sleeves.

"Woo hoo, you sure are gorgeous," she said as she focused on his lips from an inch away.

"Thanks. You too."

She left to squat by the stool, waiting to put on his boots. "I might have to eat your nuts just cuz you make me damn hungry."

He stopped walking towards her. "Will you please not talk like that?"

She looked genuinely confused, her youth betraying her. "Like what?"

"Stop being so nasty. Be nice."

"I am being nice."

"That's the same crap I get from Rio."

"Rio?" Anna laughed again. "She tells you she's nice?"

"Yeah. And she's not being nice when she says it, just like neither are you."

Silence reigned for several seconds, until Anna gave in. "Okay. You're right. I'm being a bit of a bitch." She smiled. "But you like me that way. Don't you?"

Hank knew better than to answer. He sat down and let Anna put on his boots. "I'm the nicest person you'll ever meet," he chose to say instead.

She busied herself with his laces. "Oh? And how would you know? I've met lots of people."

He lifted her chin from her labors, and her eyes widened while her lungs billowed. She held her breath, anticipating a kiss, but instead he pulled her face to his chest using both his hands. Still squatting, she lost her balance and fell into his arms. He caught her with ease and, while keeping her in this compromised position, he kissed the top of her head while mauling her buttocks.

She pushed him away after a few glorious seconds and returned to lacing his boots. "Kurutta yō anata no okashi o tabetai," she said while shaking her head.

"What?" he asked.

"You make me crazy. I could eat you like candy."

She then worked in silence. His angle of view allowed him to look down the top she had borrowed. The skin above her breasts glowed pink, producing enough heat to cook an egg. When done, she straddled his left knee, taking her turn at holding his head to her chest while having her way for a while. She didn't kiss him, but ground her crotch against his thigh.

"I'm hungry as Hell," she said as she came. "I want something in my mouth." Her grinding hardened what she had in mind.

"Anna please," he said to her cleavage. "Don't do this. Not now."

"Why not?" she asked, grinding harder.

"Well, mostly because we're dressed."

Her jasmine rice scent fried his mind as she fished out a bra-covered tit through the neckline of her top. She fed it to him to further her passion, and he bit her nipple with precision, lacing her orgasm with a peep of surprise.

She pecked his lips with a kiss, then flicked at them with her tongue. "So. You wanna get naked with me?"

Being a gentleman, Hank only smiled. Oh God, yes, he thought. Very much.

"Hai," Anna said in agreement. "We won't do this. Not now. But don't run out on me at Aika's. Wakatta? And then we will do it later."

Hank peeled Anna off his lap and stood up. With his hands gently folded, he performed a sakeirei bow, waiting for her to accept it.

"Wakatta, Anna-san," he said, bowing again. "I promise."

She placed her hand on his chest after he straightened up. Keeping it there, she squeezed passed him to get to the door, using the key Leanne had given her to work the locks.

"Come on, Stud," she said. "Perhaps this time you'll meet Sehrish."

"Please don't call me that."

Anna opened the door and walked away without looking back. "You'll love her. She's a nympho."

Hank stopped dead in his tracks. She returned to him and stood on her toes, to straighten his sandy mane.

"Perhaps I tease too much, it is true. But we're having fun. Am I right?"

It proved impossible for Anna to do Hank's hair much good. All he did was glare.

"Okay. I owe an apology, too," she admitted. She took a step back so she could bow. "Hank-sama, please forgive me," she said with her hands folded and her eyes to the floor. "I am sorry."

"And if anyone does ever lay claim to your balls," she added with sass, peeking at him with an eye, "I'll steal them back for you."

"No thanks," he said, walking away instead of accepting her bow. He left the apartment door open, with the keys to the Bentley in his hand. "I'm pretty sure I can keep track of who's after me."

Anna murmured at the ground with embarrassment. Dutifully, she locked the door and then followed.

"And when I eat them," she promised herself, "you will like it."

The Book of CHASTITY - Chapter TWO

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