Not only did you decide you would make the best of it, you felt better when in control. Control of him. But you didn’t want to tell him that yet. Not only were you afraid he’d react badly and stop obeying you, it was personal. It was admitting weakness. Genji accepted your answer. He was a bit too wrapped up in himself to dig deeper, anyway. You could use that to your advantage if need be.

That night, you were both invited to dinner. The official reason was to celebrate your one month anniversary with Genji, and the unofficial one was that his father wanted to see his son.

“I hope there’s food I like,” you said to him on the way to the dining room.

“How are you so always so cool about these things?” he complained.

“What things?”

“All things. Being here. I still do not understand.”

“No one’s going to care to hurt the wife of the non-heir.”

“I guess that’s true.”

You glanced at his face. He always looked a little put-out with you when you spoke. As if he didn’t expect you to have your own mind. Then you could picture it, long lines of blushing high school graduates falling for his charms five nights a week. Little girls who didn’t know better. Well, that wasn’t you. Far from it.

“Did you seriously hope I would be some airhead maiden that you could do whatever you want with?”

“No one told me anything about you,” he admitted. “You could have been.”

You raised an eyebrow at him to say, You idiot.

“Stop it,” he said.

He pouted at you. With his ridiculously thick, dark eyebrows and his cute, little nose. You pinched said nose between your knuckles.

“So cute,” you cooed. “No.”

Dinner went smoothly. Mostly. You were well-trained on how to be respectful to those above your station. The rest of the time, you threw comments at Genji about how you liked the food. He wasn’t as pleased.

“I wish it was ramen, actually.”

“Take me,” were the words that almost leapt off your tongue. That would be a date. No, not yet.

“You should take your new wife out for some,” Mr. Shimada said to him.

Your mouth dropped open. Genji looked to you.

“Would you want to go?”

You picked your jaw up off the table and said, “Yeah, I would.” You thanked Mr. Shimada for the suggestion.

“It was nothing,” he said.

The dinner continued to flow. Except…you kept noticing your sister-in-law shooting glares at you between comments to Hanzo and her father. You’re not sure why. Genji was not especially close to her, and she had the looks that could kill any man or woman she wanted. And the training to back it up, you had heard. She couldn’t have been threatened by your introduction into the family, could she?

“Such a good husband, asking me if I wanted to go instead of agreeing for both of us,” you purred into Genji’s ear as he ate dessert.

You leaned closer, pressing your soft breast into his arm. You pretended you were just having a private conversation. Really, your fingers were walking along his thigh, seeking his flaccid dick. Hoping to make it less flaccid.

“Gross,” a feminine voice said loudly.

Everyone looked in her direction, and you snatched your hand away.

“Sorry,” said the sister, glancing around at the table, “I am just not a fan of the texture of custard. No offence.”

“She did it on purpose!” you exclaimed to Genji back at your room.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“She doesn’t know you well enough to decide that.”

“I guess,” you absentmindedly, considering that he was right.

You undressed for bed. Genji sidled up next to you while you brushed your teeth. He kissed up your shoulder, fondling one of your breasts. He gave you his most charming smile, super cheesy, and one of his eyebrows twitched upwards. It was adorable how he thought it would work on you.

“Did my sister ruin the mood…?” he asked.

“Oh, you mean…? No, fuck her! I’m going to give you that hand job.”

You rinsed your mouth out with a loud spit, then pushed him towards the bed. You were tired, so you pulled him on top of you. You couldn’t resist getting a few kisses in with your freshly-cleaned mouths. Genji had been good lately, been keeping it in his pants. He rutted against your pelvis with his clothed length. You raised your hips to lock your legs around him, to guide him to rubbing against your nub instead.

“Keep going, keep going,” you murmured in between kisses.

The hand job was forgotten in favour of rutting against each other until a wet warmth blossomed in the front of Genji’s underwear.