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Nobody Needs to Know

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.

As Hanzo Shimada waited at the front desk while an immaculately uniformed clerk checked him in, he was sure that the woman checking in two stations to his left had recently won an Oscar and the gentleman in line behind him ran a Fortune 500 company. And true to the hotel's standards, he gave neither a second glance. The clerk placed a plastic key card on the counter in front of Hanzo, with a room number noted on a slip of paper beside it. The tall, imposingly-built man took the key. "And has my... traveling companion arrived?"

The clerk nodded. "Yesterday afternoon, sir," he replied, and without a moment's pause, added, "and if I may, sir, you should be prepared for a somewhat extravagant room service bill on your statement."

Hanzo chuckled softly. "Thank you. I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

He smiled as he strode toward the elevators. This wasn't the first time Hana had made herself at home before one of their assignations, knowing that he wouldn't let it go without a bit of disciplining-- something they both enjoyed. A few minutes later, he was opening the door to the large, richly-appointed suite he and Hana would be sharing for the next few days while on leave, wondering just what his "little girl" would have waiting for him.

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This wasn't the first time they'd stolen away together. It wouldn't be the last either. She had experience in ducking paparazzi and Hanzo - Hanzo had his own methods of staying out of sight. Regardless, this particular hotel was amazing for what they wanted to do - live in the lap of luxury nad enjoy some time away from the rather hectic lives they both led. It gave them both a chance to let loose. To be free, in a way. They just needed to keep it secret.

She'd arrived first, by arrangement, and had immediately made herself at home. She'd ordered the most expensive bits of room service that she could think of, gorged herself on delicacies, even arm-twisted someone into bringing up some champagne. In short, she'd been running the bill up and living the good life while she waited for him. He was supposed to arrive today and she couldn't help the quiver of anticipation that had been running through her every time she remembered that.

As it was, the room wasn't trashed, but it was clear that someone had been living there - some clothes here and there, a couple scattered, empty plates. The TV is blaring something and Hana - Hana is dressed in a tight-fitting tank-top and some scandalously short shorts that almost qualify as underwear, all things considered. She's sprawled out on the bed, bare feet kicking the air as she browses her phone and she immediately perks up when she hears the door open. She glances over her shoulder, craning her neck.

"Hanzo! It took you long enough to get here!" There's just a bit of an affected whine in her voice. Brat.

"I've been so bored!"

Hanzo responds with a shake of his head and a low chuckle. "It certainly wouldn't seem so at first glance," he says, setting his back aside, locking the door securely, and starting to cross the quite towards Hana, "either at the room, or at the hotel bill so far." The casual chiding of his voice was in sharp contrast to the reaction he felt to hearing Hana's voice, and seeing her, the shape of her lithe, young body only barely obscured by her clothing. He was far from the first man to have trouble tearing his eyes away from the girl's figure when she wore the meka suit that seemed all but painted onto her, but he knew how privileged he was to be able to know her without a stitch on at all.

He picked up an open bottle of champagne and shook his head again. "You could at least have saved me some, little girl," Hanzo said with playful disapproval, before giving one of Hana's firm cheeks, shorts taut against their curve, a quick, light swat.

"So what excuse did you give for needing the next few days off?" Hanzo asked pleasantly, his hand continuing to rest on that cheek as he spoke.

"Whatever, you can afford it," Hana replies, sticking out her tongue. She's playing up the 'brat' aspect for the sake of the game they play. She's usually not too self-absorbed, but this usually calls for her to play a certain role - and she does enjoy playing it. She glances back at the TV a moment later, with a little 'hmm'.

"Just order more-"

She starts to speak and then lets out a little yelp as she smacks her right on the ass. She can fell the weight of his hand there, resting against the curve and she tilts her head up to look at him again.

"Personal reasons, of course. I needed to relieve some stress or I'd probably be horribly sick. The usual kind of thing."

She arches a brow, "Do you even have anyone you have to make excuses to?"

"Mmm, a little rest and recuperation, I see," Hanzo mused idly, his hand casually starting to grope at Hana's rear. "Perhaps I can help a bit with relieving some of that stress."

At her question, he shrugs. "I do still have some legitimate business to deal with, when we're not out saving the world. So, I do have to at least think of a good reason to be ignoring phone calls and e-mails."

Hanzo leans forward, bringing his face closer to hers. "As far as they're concerned, I'm somewhere in the mountains, training and meditating."

Hana makes a little noise in response, her hips wriggling slightly from side to side as he gives her cheek a solid squeeze. There's a rush of heat over her; an electric sense of anticipation that she knows is going to be building and building and building until it finally snaps. So for now she savors it.

"Well, this is a kind of training," she laughs breathlessly and leans up to meet him partway, brushing his nose with her own, "You have to make sure I don't get out of hand, right?"

"You do seem to be learning a thing or two, don't you think?" Hanzo asks before dipping his head and closing that last few inches before pressing his lips against Hana's-- it's not a deep or hard kiss, not yet, but a promising one. When he retreats a bit, he nods. "Oh, you are most definitely a handful," he tells the girl, as the squeeze turns unmistakably into groping, Hanzo obviously enjoying the feel of her pert young ass in his grip. "In every way."

He shifts around on the bed, the hand on Hana's behind moving to her hip and inviting the girl to turn over onto her back, letting him stretch his tall, broad frame over her. "So, then, little girl, where should we start your training session today, hmm?"

She leans up into the kiss with a pleased little noise and she decides to tease him a little by giving him a little love-nip as he pulls back (and then puts on an innocent face). Her hips lift slightly into the grope he's given her as she laughs.

"A handful you love to hold on to-" she starts to reply and then she rolls over on to her back for him as he stretches over her. Her hands lift and one settles against his shoulder, the other splaying against his chest as she gives him a mock pout, "Don't you think I've been bad, daddy? Spending all of your money. And I'm not sorry about it either."

She's pushing buttons, trying to see how he'll respond.

And she's very, very good at pushing his buttons in the very best of ways. Hanzo's eyes narrow, considering the possibilities. "Oh, yes, you've been very naughty, sweetheart. Once again, it seems as though daddy is going to have to remind you to be a good girl." He gives it a bit more thought, and then he sits up, a most devious twinkle in his eyes. "And there's no reason to delay it. Sit up, baby girl, and move to the top of the bed."

Hanzo slips off the mattress. As he watches Hana move into position near the headboard, he slips out of his shirt and shoes, then draws his belt out of the loops on his trousers. He gives the leather a sharp snap, but just for effect. Instead, he uses it to bind the girl's wrists together and tie them to the bed above her head, making sure there's enough slack and play in the belt to let her turn and writhe.

After taking a moment to run his eyes over Hana's body, he taps on her hip. "Turn back over, sweetheart. Face down."

Hana's tongue wets her lips as Hanzo speaks. There's a little tremble that runs through her buddy and then she scoots back with a pout, eyes glancing at the belt as he snaps it. Another shiver and she allows herself to be tied to the headboard with only a little whine of protest. She squirms for a moment (just for show) and then rolls over at his touch and his command, bare feet kicking against the air by way of "resistance".

"You're so mean-" She says aloud, just to push her luck. She's facedown now, although she lifts her head to try and get a look at him, not quite following the entire command. Her fingers flex against the air and tug.

As his eyes roam over her once more, Hanzo takes a moment to enjoy the sight of her lithe, bound figure before settling onto the bed next to Hana. "And you can be so naughty," he replies, enjoying the game as much as she is. "So let's see if you can at least take your punishment like a good girl."

He raises one hand, gaze settling on the girl's pert ass and the way her shorts hug so tightly against it. "Ten first," Hanzo informs her. "Count them out. And if you don't do it properly, I suppose daddy will just have to start over on a bare bottom." The last sounded like a warning, but he had every expectation Hana would use it as an invitation. Either way, they'd both have fun. His hand came down, pulled back, and came down again, delivering evenly-spaced smacks to her firm cheeks with just enough force to cause a nice, loud sound and pink up her skin.

"I don't want to-" Hana starts to whine and then yelps aloud as Hanzo's hand smacks against the pert cheek of her ass. She gasps out one and then two, but somehow manages to lose count entirely by three, opting instead for a wail (that's probably a little feigned).

"Four!"

Nope, got it wrong.

She wriggles for him, trying to make herself a harder target for good measure.

He lets out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Hana, darling... you really are being a little brat today, aren't you?" Hanzo's tone is chiding, as though it wasn't exactly what he's expecting-- and really, what he's hoping for, considering how much they both enjoy what's coming next. "I did tell you what would happen."

Hanzo reaches for her slim hips, hooks his fingers over the waistband of her shorts, and starts to work them down. They're small, but the way they hug Hana's body, it does take a bit of effort. At first, he's got the intention of pulling them completely off, but Hanzo opts to leave them bunched up mid-thigh, loosely binding her lean legs together.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" With the target Hana's now fully-exposed rear end, Hanzo's hand lets fly.

Hana's first objection is a whiny little "Noooo," that trails off as he works her shorts and underwear down her hips, leaving them tangled around her legs. She squirms, back arching as she (ineffectually) tries to get away from what she knows is coming. Then his hand hits her upturned rump with a smack. She yelps and stammers out her first count.

"One-!"

"See?" Hanzo asked when she gave him that first count. "Not so difficult, after all."

He resumed Hana's punishment, although as he delivered spank after spank, the bulge growing in Hanzo's trousers and the way his young lover was squirming, it was clear that they were both enjoying themselves thoroughly. By the time he was finished, Hana's pert ass cheeks were a bright pink, and warm under his palm. "That's my good girl," he drawled approvingly.

"Now, Daddy will kiss it and make it better." Hanzo lowered his head and planted a kiss on her rear with a loud smack, then repeated on the other side. He scattered a few more kisses across the flushed skin while his hand crept up between Hana's legs. Soon enough, his fingers found their way and he began to stroke along the girl's slit. "And also like a good girl, you're already so nice and wet for me..."

The burn and sting of his open-handed slaps against her upturned ass make her whimper, at least until he soothes the inflamed skin a little with soft kisses. She flexes her fingers, tugs lightly against her bonds, and tries to get a look at him from over her shoulder as his hand starts to work between her legs.

"Daddy-"

She starts to whine and then it trails into a low groan as his fingers find her cunt. She's wet already - dripping, practically - and her legs fall open for him as he begins to tease her.

"Please, please, I'll be good-"

He finds her very wet indeed-- the sound of his finger as he slips it inside of Hana's entrance, soon followed by another, is loud and satisfyingly lewd. Hanzo shifts until he's leaning over, his face close to hers, even while his fingers still stroke in and out of her pussy. "And I know you can be such a good girl for me, darling."

Hanzo presses a bit deeper into Hana's slick heat. "And what would a good girl do to thank her Daddy if I did something like, hmm, made you cum for me?"

Another whimper and her cunt clenches around her fingers. She can feel them drag deeper and slide against sensitive nerve endings. Her toes curl a little and she squirms, hair splaying out over the mattress next to her head. She's trying to catch her breath. It's not working very well.

"I - I'd suck your cock, daddy-" She practically whines the answer, "I'd swallow it all for you."

As much as he does very much enjoy the sight of Hana's lithe, young body, especially while she squirms in pleasure, Hanzo keeps his eyes on her lovely face, just as aroused by watching the girl's expressions as his fingers work her over. By now, he knows her most sensitive spots, and has no hesitation about concentrating on them.

"That's a very good answer," he says, voice low and rumbling. Hanzo lowers his head, crushing his mouth against hers, kissing her with possessive hunger. His tongue sweeps over Hana's before he pulls back. "You do have such a wonderful mouth. All right, then, baby girl... let's see you cum for daddy." With that, his fingers start to pump harder and faster, driving deep into her pussy.

Hana's breath - such as it was - was swept away by the kiss that he pressed against her mouth. Hard, possessive, and entirely wonderful, it left her even more red-faced and short of breath, her chest heaving as she tried to keep herself back from the edge. It doesn't work very well. Hanzo knows exactly where to touch her, how to touch her, and he plays her like an instrument. She goes over the edge with a little shriek, body tensing and pushing up off of the bed as she sees stars and pleasure courses through her.

"I - I'm - coming-"

He'd be hard-pressed to think of a better sight than this beautiful girl getting swept under the tidal wave of her own pleasure, the cries and moans and the way she moves when an orgasm hits her like this. Hanzo might be the one claiming her out loud, kissing her possessively, and calling the shots here in bed, but he knows that Hana's got him just as devoted and wrapped around her finger.

"That's it, that's my girl... Mmmmm, you're so pretty when you come for daddy..." His fingers stroke until Hana's body starts to relax. He slides them free of her pussy, dripping with her arousal. Hanzo tastes one for himself, then presses the other to Hana's lips to sample. "Good girl," he tells her warmly. "Good girl."

Hana's still a panting, flushed mess when he draws his fingers free of her, her body clenching, her cunt fluttering against that sudden feeling of emptiness. She whimpers and her eyelids flutter. She half-opens her eyes as she suckles against his fingers, tasting herself.

"I want to be good..." She mumbles, still blissed out, "Let me be good..."

"Always happy to give my little girl a chance to show me how good she is," Hanzo replies. If his cock hadn't already been achingly hard, the way that Hana works his finger with her mouth and tongue would do it instantly.

He straightens up, pushing off the bed to stand beside it, his knees pressing into the mattress. Hanzo makes sure that even though she's still riding her high, there's no way Hana can miss seeing him undo his belt and push down his trousers. Long, thick, and as stiff as stone, his cock springs free. "Come and get it," he tells Hana, crooking his finger to beckon her over.

When he pulls away, her mouth hangs open, a string of her saliva connecting lips and fingers before it snaps. She watches him with slightly bleary eyes and then she whines and tries to get over to him as he settles against the bed, his cock bobbing at her eye level. Her hands are still tied to the headboard and so she has to stretch for it - but she just manages, the tip of her pink little tongue dragging against his swaying hip. She's making little needy noises - sighs and whines as she drags her tongue against him again and then again.

Hanzo chuckles. "Oh, did I forget something?" he says with completely unconvincing surprise. "I do have to give you extra points for the effort, though, darling."

Leaning over, he makes quick and easy work undoing the belt where it connects to the headboard, but still leaving it binding Hana's wrists together. Nothing, he's certain, that could truly impair the girl from making good on her promise.

"Thank you-" She murmurs in response to his praise and the way he leans over to untie her arms. She rolls toward him once her hands are untied from the headboard and now she really does slide her lips around the head of his cock, her head bobbing slightly as she starts to suckle against his arousal.

Like she was dying of thirst.

Hanzo could have fought or hidden the blissful sigh that accompanied the moment Hana took him into her mouth properly, but there was no need. It wasn't as though the girl wasn't aware of how very much he enjoyed the way she pleasured him with her mouth. He certainly gave her no shortage of opportunities to perfect her skill, after all.

"Yes... oh, yes, sweetheart... that feels so good," he groaned. Hanzo looked down and stroked the girl's hair in appreciation. "You've been missing having daddy's cock in your mouth, haven't you?"

The only (verbal) response she makes is a low moan that vibrates around his cock as her head continues to bob. There's a slick, wet sound to it - she's eager to take more and more of him, her tongue dragging against and around the sensitive tip - and then she slides her head forward until she's taken all of him, until she's practically choking, until her nose is pressed in against his belly and she looks up at him with those wide, "innocent" eyes of hers. She's playing a part, of course - but that's what makes this fun, right?

If she could have spoken in that moment, Hana could have asked Hanzo for anything in the world and he would have happily agreed, and she knew it. And that, he expected, was part of why she enjoyed it so much. She was the very picture of his fantasies-- eyes wide, brimming with affection, and searching for his approval in a most innocent way, even while her lips were stretched around the girth of his cock, the entire length of which she'd swallowed.

Hanzo let out a shaky groan as she took every inch of him down. "Fuck," he hissed. "You suck daddy's cock so well, baby girl... I don't know if I ever want you to stop..."

She can't make a reply to that, but she still does in her own way - by pressing herself closer, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks and drags her tongue over him, trying harder and harder to give him pleasure. To bring him to that peak that she knows will come eventually. She draws back and there's an obscene sort of pop as she pulls off of him and a little line of spittle connects her lips to his shaft before it snaps. She takes a moment to breathe and then she leans in again and once more her head is bobbing, wet little glck glck glck sounds filling the air.

The longer Hana goes at him, the more of her exceptional talents she uses on him, the more Hanzo can feel a hot, familiar pressure rising inside of his body. His groans deepen in pitch and get rougher as the pleasure mounts, and the sound of the girl pushing his cock deeper and deeper drives it on.

"Mmmm," he growls. "You said you wanted to swallow all of Daddy's cock. Does my little girl want to swallow my cum, too?"

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