Hanzo Shimada

Some hotels were known for their five star restaurants, others for the pampering one could receive from its spa, others for the most luxurious rooms. And then there were those highly noted for their discretion, ensuring that their guests could count on having no one know where they were, or that they had ever been there. And while most of those hotels rated something less than five stars, a handful were on a par with the finest resorts in the world, and as secure and secret as a Swiss bank.

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The morning began much the same way as any other whenever Hanzo's presence was required at the offices of the Clan's legitimate corporation. After a quick fuck to start the day, Abel showered with him, shaved him, and helped him dress before she and her Daddy sat down to breakfast. That day, though, was special-- rather than heading downstairs to have a limousine drive him from the Shimada compound into the city, Hanzo's destination was the home office that adjoined the apartments he shared with his little girl.

Today was the special reward that Abel had chosen as a gift for her excellent work dispatching of one of Hanzo's business rivals. In fact, most of the messages and paperwork on his agenda that day dealt with absorbing the dead man's businesses into the Shimada corporation.

Taking a seat behind the desk, Hanzo logged onto his computer, wondering what his clever little girl would choose to wear-- or not wear-- for the day. Appreciating Abel's imagination, he'd left that detail up to her for this instance. He had also readily agreed to her ideas for the day's rules: the girl was to spend Hanzo's work hours under his desk, warming his cock with her mouth, no matter what else he might be doing above her. At any time, he was free to command her to give him a blowjob, or to have her in any other way he desired.

Hanzo had to smile. While his adopted daughter was always available to his wants, he had to admit that the scene Abel had set was an exciting one.

Two years, almost to the day.

No, Hanzo noted, glancing at his watch again-- exactly to the day. As his life had been for the last two years, between the work he did running the family's massive business holdings and going (less and less frequently now) on missions for Overwatch, it had been much to easy to lose track of the time and date and forget. Two years since his wife was taken from him and from their then-thirteen year-old daughters, Kasumi and Ayame. Logistically, the transition hadn't been so bad. The girls had always been bright and fairly independent, and Hanzo's doting and sometimes indulgent nature with his daughters had ensured they wanted for almost nothing. The girls took on extra chores and responsibilities, and somehow they managed to fill in the gaps.

Of course, there were certain things Hanzo missed dearly that the twins would never be able to provide, and he'd found little interest in dating or even simply finding or paying a woman to satisfy his still very present needs. It's a thought he pushed away as he stepped through the door of their spacious home, setting his briefcase just inside the foyer.

"Ayame? Kasumi? Girls, I'm home."

Hanzo slipped off his shoes and strode towards the living room. There was work to do, but he decided to avoid his study for as long as he could and instead dropped himself into the massive leather easy chair that was positioned directly opposite their grand entertainment center. He was just reaching for the remote control, intent on watching something mindless for an hour before getting back to the grind, when he heard whispering and giggling from the kitchen.

"Girls, since you're in the kitchen, would one of you mind pouring Daddy a drink?"

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