The CEO’s Mistress
By Keiko Tanaka

Click, click, click.
The echo of Ms. Sato’s black high heels echoed throughout the lobby of the luxury Las Vegas hotel as she stalked across the hardwood floor toward the elevators. She held her portfolio against the ample bosom pressed against her crisp elegant looking business suit as she walked briskly away from him. Despite the fact he was a head taller than the striking Asian woman he was pursuing, David Zahn was hard pressed to keep up with her.

“What the hell just happened?” David repeated.
Ms. Sato ignored him as her hard black eyes behind her thin black horn rimmed glasses watched the elevator indicator count down to their floor. As the president and CEO of a major corporation, David was not used to being ignored by anyone. But Ms. Sato was not just any ordinary woman.

The doors opened and she strode inside. She hit the floor indicator hard and the doors started closing almost as soon as he slipped in behind her.
Finally, Ms. Sato fixed her hard gaze on him.
“You fucked up, that’s what happened,” Ms. Sato snapped. “You didn’t show enough respect with that pitiful bow. You put their business cards in your back pocket and you didn’t even look at them first. You insulted them at every turn, despite what I told you, despite all the time I spent briefing you on how to deal with Japanese businessmen. That’s what happened.”

The door opened on their floor and Ms. Sato was moving before the doors opened, pushing through them while they were still opening. David hurried behind her as she took long strides down the corridor to their rooms.
Ms. Sato had the card out before reaching the door, inserting it as she walked up to the door, then pushing the door open and walking through.
David pushed through behind her, closing the door to the elegant suite behind them. He watched as Ms. Sato walked up to the desk in the living area and slammed her portfolio down on the desk with some authority.
“How do we fix this?” David asked.

Ms. Sato turned on him, eyes blazing, and slapped him hard across the face. The blow was staggering. Despite being only 5’7’, Ms. Sato was a strong woman, perhaps due to the martial arts she had studied since she was a child.
“You think WE can fix this?” she snapped. “After all you’ve done to sabotage this situation, now you want ME to FIX this?” Her voice rose with each syllable.
David cringed. ‘I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly.
“You should be. Fetch my cigarettes before I lose my temper again.”
David hurried off and came back with an elegant gold cigarette case, already opened. He plucked out an expensive cigarette and placed it between Ms. Sato’s waiting lips. She rolled the cigarette back and forth between her cherry red lips with her tongue impatiently as David fished the Zippo out of his pocket. He thumbed the wheel with a shaky hand and lit the cigarette for her.
Ms. Sato closed her eyes, took a lengthy drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke into his face with an exaggerated sigh.
“That’s better,’ she said. “Now go undress and fix me a drink while I change.”
Ms. Sato turned and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving a trail of cigarette smoke behind her.

David loosened his tie and undressed quickly. He turned down the bed, then moved off to fix Ms. Sato’s drink.
He was lucky to have Ms. Sato. He hired her as his assistant after she graduated at the top of her class at Harvard, where she received her MBA. Now she was his vice president of Asian Operations, where part of her job was to prevent him from making as ass out of himself with Asian business interests. In other words, exactly what had happened today because of his actions.
He caught his reflection in the large mirror. Again he was surprised at the old man he saw there. He ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair. Indeed he was lucky to have Ms. Sato. Most women thirty years younger wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was lucky she put up with him. He heard the click of heels behind him and quickly turned.

Ms. Sato emerged from the bedroom. Her long silky black hair now was freed from the elegant bun on top of her head and hung around her shoulders. The black horn rimmed glasses were missing from her nose. She was dressed in a black leather bra and a leather skirt so short it was most likely illegal in most states. Short black leather stiletto boots adorned her feet. She slapped the black leather riding crop she held with a black gloved hand into the other.
David hurried over to bring her drink. Ms. Sato took it and drained half the glass in one gulp. She smacked her lips deliberately.
“Single malt scotch, my favorite,” she purred. “Cigarette.”
David fetched her cigarette case, plucked one out and put it in her mouth, then lit it with the Zippo.

She enjoyed a lungful of tobacco satisfaction, then looked down her nose at David as if he were a small child.
“Assume the position,” Ms. Sato ordered.
David got down on his knees, then prostrated himself on the floor, his head at her feet, in the traditional kowtow position. Ms. Sato circled him like a predator stalking her prey. She lifted one foot and put it on his white backside, shoving her spiked heel into his anus.
“Are you ready for your punishment?” Ms. Sato asked.
“Please, Mistress,” David whined. “Have mercy.”
“You’re just lucky I don’t have my gun,” Ms. Sato commented. Indeed, she felt naked without the Glock she normally wore in the black leather shoulder holster. But unfortunately, airport security didn’t take kindly to her carrying guns on her trips, even on private planes.
“You’re right, Mistress,” David agreed. “I deserve to be pistol whipped.”
Ms. Sato drew deeply on her cigarette. “And what if I decided instead to put my pistol in your mouth and pull the trigger?”
“Then I would deserve to die by my mistress’ hand and I would be happy,” David replied.
Perfect, Ms. Sato thought. He is such a good little slave. She sat on the bed. “Come here,” she ordered.

David rose and came to her. He bent over her lap, his backside exposed to her. Ms. Sato took the riding crop and beat his backside hard with twelve strokes from the riding crop. David bit his lip to keep from crying out. The last time he cried out, she had beaten him even more until he bled as a further punishment.
Ms. Sato was satisfied with the results now that the twelve strokes had raised some nice red welts on his white ass. She took another drag off her cigarette and smiled.
“Undress me,” Ms. Sato ordered.

David climbed off her lap and knelt on the carpet in front of her. He took off each boot reverently, keeping his eyes down all the while. David reached up, unfastened the leather skirt, and slid it off her hips and down to the floor, caressing her thighs and legs in worship after he had freed them. Finally, he reached around her and removed her leather bra, exposing her magnificent breasts. All the time he looked at her body, not into her eyes, until now. After looking at her expectantly, and receiving a nod of permission, he kissed each nipple long and lovingly. Ms. Sato entwined her hand in his salt and pepper hair and leaned her head back in pleasure.

“You may give me pleasure now, slave,” she sighed.
Ms. Sato spread her long, smooth legs, and David’s head moved down between her thighs. She gasped as his tongue entered her and began to work its magic. Ms. Sato leaned back on the bed, the remainder of the smoldering cigarette between her lips, puffing rhythmically on it as her pleasure grew.
“Faster, slave,” she ordered, grabbing his hair again and pressing his face closer against her. “Ohhh, yes,” she sighed, her back arching in pleasure.
Ms. Sato writhed in the bed as her orgasm threatened to burst forth. When she came, the scream of pleasure she uttered broke the sound barrier.

Ms. Sato was far from finished with David.
“You can come onto my bed,” she ordered after she recovered from the first orgasm.
He climbed onto the bed and lay on his back. Ms. Sato always had to be on top. Always.
She smiled as she saw how hard she was for her. She hovered over him and made him wait an eternity before finally settling over him and allowing him to slide inside her wetness.
Ms. Sato grinded against him as she always did. David wanted her so badly it hurt.
“Don’t you dare come until I tell you,” Ms. Sato ordered, raising the riding crop threatingly.
David gritted his teeth. It was hard not to let go. But he didn’t dare defy her. The last time he came before he was commanded, she beat him with a horse whip until he bled. He had to sit tenderly for over a week because of the pain from the welts on his back and ass, he recalled with a shudder.
He felt Ms. Sato’s walls gripping him tighter and tighter. He was gratified she was close but it also became harder not to let go. It was becoming pure agony.
“Now, slave!” Ms. Sato commanded, smacking him on the side of his ass with the riding crop.
They came together. David let go with a sigh of relief. He never thought he was going to stop ejaculating.
Ms. Sato’s orgasm was loud, long, and strong. Just like she liked it.
David dozed off afterwards. She was happy, so he was happy.

David woke up to see Ms. Sato smiling at him.
“Now I remember why I keep you around,” she commented, stroking his thigh with her riding crop.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he told her.
“Fetch me a Cuban,” Ms. Sato ordered.
David climbed out of bed and went to his suit jacket, where he kept his stash of Cuban Cohiba cigars in an inside pocket. He took out the leather case and opened it, then removed the only remaining cigar of the three that was in the case. Ms. Sato had smoked the other two earlier in the trip. She never allowed him to enjoy one in her presence anymore.
He cut the cigar and took it to her, putting it between her waiting lips. He took out his Zippo and lit the cigar. Ms. Sato puffed the cigar to life, the burning end glowing bright red as she drew upon it. She finally took the cigar out of her mouth, exhaled some more gray-brown smoke and studied the burning end.
“I woke up craving one of these,” Ms. Sato said absently.
David remained silent, waiting. Ms. Sato fixed her stern gaze on him.
“The next time you fail me, I will hire a gigolo,” Ms. Sato informed him. “Some young blond Viking with nice abs who will fuck me like a piston all night long while you just sit and watch. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” David replied dejectedly.
Ms. Sato enjoyed another puff of the cigar. “I still have not forgiven you. You may sleep on the floor tonight.”
David nodded, his heart sinking.
Ms. Sato turned off the light.
David curled up on the floor beside the bed, still wide awake.

The next morning, Ms. Sato studied her reflection in the mirror as she snuffed out her third cigarette of the day so far.
She was again dressed in a crisp, clean business suit. Her hair was again piled on top of her head in an elegant bun. She pushed her glasses closer to her face. High heels again adorned her feet. She picked up the portfolio and headed toward the door.
“Let’s go.”
They rode the elevator down in silence.
When they arrived in the lobby, Ms. Sato stopped him before they went into the conference room.
“You understand what is going to happen, right?” she snapped.
“Yes.”
“Let me do all the talking. You just sit there, smile, and watch.”
“Right.” He paused. “Thank you for doing this.”
Ms. Sato’s eyes narrowed. “You owe me. Big time.”
“I love you, Mayumi,” David suddenly blurted out.
Ms. Sato grabbed him by the lapels and drew him close. She smiled tightly and straightened his tie for the benefit of onlookers.
“You will call me ‘Ms. Sato’ in public,” she snapped. “In private, you will call me ‘Mistress’. Understood?”
David looked at the floor and frowned. “Yes, Ms. Sato.”
“Good. Now get in there. I will follow in a moment.”
David stalked off, his proverbial tail between his legs.
Ms. Sato sighed.

It really galled her to kowtow to these Japanese bastards. She had to apologize for the barbarian’s behavior. She promised they would no longer have to suffer his embarrassing behavior. She would conduct the negotiations herself. She also informed him there was a new proposal that would benefit their company’s position even more than before.
Despite the fact they would have to deal with a mere woman, their attitude said, they had finally agreed to meet again.
These were the type of men she had escaped when she left Japan. The same kind of man her father was. The kind of man who forced her mother to kowtow to him all her life. Ms. Sato had decided early on that she would never do that for a man. She would take control of every man in her life, and she did.
Now she was growing tired of David. The time was approaching when she would order him to put that shiny .45 of his in his mouth and pull the trigger. Or maybe she would get an extra thrill by putting her finger over his and pulling the trigger herself.

Ms. Sato was prepared for that moment. David had changed his will months ago to leave his millions and the elegant multimillion dollar mansion he owned to her instead of his wife and children. She actually looked forward to throwing the bitch out of her house when the time came.
At work, she was positioned to be the new CEO. She even had her next slave in mind. The sexy young man with the hard body she had in mind was now working as one of her managers.
Ms. Sato looked forward to that day.
Until then, she had work to do.
Ms. Sato straightened her suit and stalked toward the conference room.
She loved to make an entrance.