My Soul Will Find Yours : The Fulfillment of the Promise

The Shogun Was A Sucker For Backless Dresses

A week and a half later, Sabrina invited everyone involved in the project for dinner. The first part of the initial wave was going to be released in three days and she wanted everyone to see the photos and video before the official release.

For the last four days, Sabrina's agency have hyped up their biggest project this year by partnering with popular brands in the clothing, cosmetics, and technology industries as well as non-profit organizations that promote positivity in general. These partners posted teasers in their social media platforms that effectively piqued the public's interest. However, what really caught everyone's attention was the aesthetically blurred photo of Kaname and I in the coffee shop across the studio.

The photo was taken by Sabrina herself on the first day of the shoot. She was so worried about me so she went out to originally check on us even after giving my husband a call. When she saw us through the café's floor to ceiling glass wall, she admitted that she couldn't resist getting her camera to take a couple of shots of Kaname comforting me. She never thought she'd use the photos until one evening, as she was thinking of ways to make the campaign's pre-launch more exciting, she remembered her snaps of us. She immediately emailed me the untouched images along with the details of her idea, then she called us to ask for permission to use one and we agreed.

The end result was of course the photo with our indistinct faces. A popular quote from an American minister was edited in the image but what made it more memorable and effective was the caption the partner companies and organizations used in their social media posts. It made those who saw it share it on their accounts, thus widening its reach.

The caption was an edited narration of why we were in the café. Sabrina didn't want to violate the contents of our contract and humiliate Brandon so the story was slightly altered. Sabrina's team was obviously very good because almost ninety percent of the "shares" and comments the image garnered were about people gushing over it. This, together with the air of mystery the image of the "unknown" couple in the background gave off, made the campaign's official hashtag of #TheTrueMan more deep and profound.

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy," I recited the quote Sabrina's team chose as I fixed Kaname's tie. "I wonder how Martin Luther King Jr. would react if he finds out that his famous words were being used to describe a couple who's defying time and reality with their love."

"I'm certain he'll be proud," he replied with a hint of impatience. "Are you done?"

"Yes, Kaname-sama," I answered him teasingly although not understanding why he wanted me to hurry up.

"Good."

Kaname suddenly lifted me by the waist and sat me on the dresser. I felt his hands pull the skirt of my dress up then part my legs. He then pulled me closer by the thighs, I gasped when I felt his straining erection against the delicate fabric of my lace underwear. Without warning, his lips crushed mine in a searing kiss, surprising me again. Helpless against his passion, all I could do was close my eyes and reciprocate while secretly breathing a sigh of relief for wearing kiss-proof lipstick.

It didn't take long before his hands started to wander. I wasn't wearing a bra because my dress was backless. Strings of beads helped secure the dress in place, making sure that no outfit malfunction would ruin it for the wearer. From my thighs to my back, his calloused hands traveled to the sides of my dress. When his fingers couldn't find access, his hands made their way back to my thighs and underneath my dress. When he found my breasts, he let out a moan and bit my lower lip.

"Anata, we'll be late," I managed to breathe out.

"We'll be quick," he panted as he unbuckled his belt and freed his manhood. "You look so desirable in that dress. I want you... Now."

The way he growled the last word effectively awakened my desire for him. I fumbled for my panties but Kaname was roaring to go and couldn't wait a second longer. He pushed them to the side and entered me. His thrusts were immediately deep and hard, there was no preamble whatsoever. As I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, Kaname placed his hands on my lower back to pull me toward him with every thrust.

"Fuck," I half cursed, half moaned. He was hitting my sensitive sweet spot in this position, my entire body was aflame. He was right, this will be quick. "Please... More..."

Kaname groaned and pounded into me mercilessly. I clung to him with my eyes closed and my mouth letting out an endless stream of combined begs and moans.

"Anata... Anata... Oh, yes... Ahh..."

"You feel so good, mahal," he hoarsely murmured .

A knock came on the door followed by mum's voice, "Hina, I'll be on my way. Enjoy your evening, okay?"

Mum was also going out tonight. She was supposed to come with us but tonight was coincidentally her high school reunion as well.

"W-we will m-mum," I struggled to make my voice sound natural, I was nearing my orgasm. "Y-you have fun, t-too! Ahh—"

"Do you need me to escort you outside, mum?" Kaname interrupted my moan and covered my mouth with one of his hands, his voice never revealing the passionate act we were doing.

"No need. I'll see you both later."

"Have fun!"

As soon as Kaname said the word "fun," my folds started contracting and my legs began to shake. I was coming undone but he wasn't stopping, his thrusts became rougher instead. I knew he was close to his own release. His roughness fueled the intensity of my orgasm, if it weren't for his hand I'd probably be embarrassing us both with my screams. A few seconds later, I felt him fill me with his seed.

"Oh, Hina..." he sighed before pulling out and gently releasing me.

~~~

I smiled wryly as I washed my underwear in the bathroom sink. Some of its stitches came undone in the crotch area and I didn't need a scientist to explain why that happened. After cleaning up down there and washing my drenched, slightly ruined but still wearable panties, I changed into a new one. Kaname was waiting for me by the bedroom door. His eyes followed my every move, ogling me.

"Do you think I should change into a different dress?" I asked innocently, who knew the shogun was a sucker for backless dresses?

"Your dress is fine," he said. "I was very careful not to ruin it earlier."

"Yeah, except for my undies," I whispered to myself. I slipped into my silver heels and grabbed its matching minaudière. "Shall we go?"

"Mmm," he nodded while placing a hand on the small of my back.

Before we stepped out of the house, he surprised me yet again when he produced a shawl.

"It's cold outside," he explained as he wrapped the chiffon material around me.

I just nodded my head and let him do as he please. As expected, the shogun wouldn't let anyone see me reveal some skin.