“You don’t even know what that means!” you accused.

“You don’t either,” he countered, with momentary fire in his gaze. Then he went back to playing meek, a cheek laid on your knee.

A bold statement, but it was true. Your marriage was young.

You considered his request from your superior position. His eyebrows inched up his face, waiting for your decision. As if you weren’t a slave to your want for Genji, either. His clothes were loose, the kind that those wear who know they look good and don’t need to wear form-fitting clothes to show it. You could trace his body through the fabric with your gaze with ease from seeing it so often. It pleased you, hit the spot, bent your will towards him, until you could groan and rub your face along his abs. Genji had no idea. He just waited.

“Okay,” you said, letting a smile brighten your face.

Genji stood, gathering your body against his. He carried you to the bed and let you down on it. After you both removed your clothes, you took his chin in a firm hold.

“Remember what I taught you.”

He nodded, grateful. He had been about to let his dick take over and fuck you into the bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t know what to do, he just needed a reminder. He entered you slowly, the head of his cock pressing your entrance open, to a whispered expletive from your lips. Then his leaned on one hand, the other sliding up your soft midsection. It took a hard right to cover the flesh of your breast. You arched into his hand, and he took his cue to squeeze.

“Good boy,” you purred.

He had been waiting for those words, for permission to move. His dragged his cock in and out. You whined his name, telling him to kiss you. As a boy, he only needed his dick wet, but you needed more. He adorably frowned in concentration, paying appropriate attention to your lips and your breasts while he sped up, rutting into your cunt.

You came together more or less, but he wasn’t done. You would have liked to cuddle, but his hands still roamed your body, and not affectionately. You lay there, eyeing him wearily. The sweat hadn’t even dried. His eyes were still blown, and the firm curves of his toned body were taut with need.

“Fine. Hand me my phone.”

He grabbed it so quick. You rolled over to present your cunt for his use. You let him have his fill, while you flicked through memes on your phone with your finger. Your ass would be red and sore as if he had spanked it, but that wasn’t a concern. He was a slave to the clutch of your cunt around his cock, to emptying his balls into you in a vain effort to drain them dry. It was a different kind of high than an orgasm, but still satisfying.

You had Genji address you as Mrs. Shimada in the bedroom only. Elsewhere, it was your first name, with respect. Once he mastered that, you let him be playful with you. He teased you with ‘queen,’ ‘my lady,’ and it was ‘her royal wifey’ when he wanted to really annoy you. As long as he wasn’t paying that attention to anyone else, he could call you whatever he liked.

You had intended for that to stay between you, but it had leaked out. How careless.

“Would my lady pass the rice?” Hanzo asked once during dinner.

With a hot blush, you did so. Genji couldn’t contain his amusement. You could feel it, his smirk. You tossed him a glare in warning. He smiled and kissed your cheek, making your blush worse.

“You’re not unlike our late mama,” Hanzo remarked when only you could hear. You were stunned into silence, and he continued. “Apparently, a person must have a strong pair of ovaries to get Genji to heel. He listened to our mama, but chafed under our father. Why he didn’t just come down harder on Genji, I don’t understand.” Hanzo raised an eyebrow. “After our mother died…Genji listened to no one.”

You came away from the conversation also wondering why their father didn’t clip his son’s wings shorter. If you, a newcomer, could see that Genji could benefit from guidance, surely his father could see it, also. What exactly the head of the Shimada house was thinking, not many people dared openly discuss, so that was the end of it.

You put aside the issue of Genji’s wildness, because you found him to be strangely mouldable to your will. You kept waiting for the day he might break free from you and miss being able to choose his own companionship. But he didn’t. Like a bird comfortable with its cage, with its owner, he stuck by your side. You even experienced some moments of nonsexual intimacy, going on dates, to places you’d never been, and started making the habit of cuddling before sleep. Despite this, it became harder and harder to ignore what was missing over time. Your marriage was missing love. You can’t command someone to give you love and mean it, so you didn’t even try. Sometimes, you were lonely. Genji was there to lean into when that happened. He obliged with an arm around your body. At those times, you thought perhaps the love would grow naturally between you. You had to hope.

You and your husband settled into a comfortable life of going out, behaving at home, and fucking the rest of the time. Genji’s papa was satisfied with Genji newfound interest in keeping up with his training, not requiring him to lift a finger more. Hanzo was not. You noticed his hard expression sometimes, but you were quick to forget it when you saw Genji’s smile.