Chapter 2 #2
Stunned trepidation rippled through me at the word beautiful. I watched as a slow, sexy smile spread across his face. Still, I resisted, but he held me immobile for a full five seconds before releasing me, making me more than aware that I’m at his malicious mercy.
Parts low in my body squeezed tight as his muscled body, cut and rippling with muscle. I heard a chuckle, then felt a firm finger tug my bottom lip from between the trap I’ve made of my teeth.
“When your blood ends, I will have you.” He mused before stepping away from me as cool as you may please. That time has long since passed, and I’d be lying if I said the anticipation is not killing me as he stands before me now.
I don’t know if my fight-or-flight response is going to kick in. I’m never one to stay around when shit is going down. You learn that from growing up in the projects. When the vibe is off, you leave.
Watching as he rips his fingers through his inky hair, making it spike up, I try to calm myself as best I can. He’s more unhinged than ever before.
I edge out of my seat and head to the door before he has one of his spells, like my gran used to say my uncle had once he came back messed up from Iraq.
“The fuck you think you’re going?” he snarls at me, not even bothering to look my way. His eyes are trained on the garden beyond. It’s nearing dusk and the solar lights illuminating the property haven’t yet come on.
I don’t know if it’s arrogance; or him banking on my fear, but he’s allowed me free rein of the garden since I arrived. He wouldn’t be the first to underestimate me. Yesterday, I hid a ‘go bag’ near the wall that edges the property by the hidden exit.
“Just back to my room if you’re done cutting up.” I manage dryly.
He swings back to me cupping his chin, rubbing a long finger over his mouth.
“Come with me.” Following as he stalks out of the room, my hands clench into fists with frustration. Every other night, he lets me go.
We pass what was my room. I say was because the doors stand open and I notice as I pass that the room is empty of the meager belongings a servant issued me when I first dropped unceremoniously on the teak floor.
He walks down the long hallway, moving past door after door, and I know we are leaving the guest wing, which houses my room and other guest quarters.
When he finally stops, it’s in front of a door that has a retina scan. He leans in and there is a snick. The doors slide open with a whisper, and he nods for me to enter.
Walking past him, I take in the expanse of the grand primary suite.
The bed is on a platform that is not as low as a traditional Japanese bed, nor is it as tall as a western one.
Everything is monochromatic black and muted sage.
Like all the other rooms, it faces a garden.
Only this one is Zen. The neat rows of lines swirl in intricate and simple patterns.
I wonder briefly if he tends it himself.
“It calms me.” He says to me at my unasked question.
“It’s beautiful.” I murmur, wondering what all this means.
“I thought your training would start tonight.” He says this so matter-of - factly, like I’d be totally be cool with having sex with the man who kidnapped me and stole me from my life. Never mind that it’s my first time. I’ll pass, thank you very much.
I peep a vase along the side of the bed. My mind is racing faster than one of those mechanical rabbits at a greyhound race.
“Would you like a drink before we begin?” He quirks a brow, waiting for my acquiescence.
“Ahem — sure.” I stammer watching his big frame turn to make us drinks.
I don’t know what comes over me other than the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
Grabbing the vase that’s much heavier than it looks and on feet quicker than I’ve ever moved before, I rush behind him, smashing it over his head.
Slowly his body slides to the floor. The whisky spills, and the glass falls on top of his still body.
“Ohmygoodness.” Clutching my heaving chest, I stumble back. Did I kill him? Tiptoeing trying to be careful of the glass shards littering his body and the floor, I press two fingers to his neck. I sigh when the steady beat pulses against my fingers.
Standing, I move to the entrance of the room. Looking left and right, I make sure no one is coming. I don’t know the path from this side of the house. I have to make it back to the guests’ wing side so I can leave from the room assigned to me.
I don’t think my breathing gets back to a normal rhythm until I sneak out the door of my suite leading to the garden.
On quiet but swift feet, I race across the garden.
“Bridget.” Turning, I see Takashi lean against the door, a thin streak of blood trailing from his hairline.
My heart stops, but my feet keep backpedaling.
“Run, little one, run. If you make it to your little stash, I’ll let you go.” I don’t wait I turn and start running through the labyrinthine garden, but I don’t miss when he calls after me. “When I catch you you’re mine.”
I know he’s toying with me. Sweat slicks my body. I thought I caught a glimpse of him a couple of times, then quickly changed directions, which only ended up making me take a detour that took me away from the bag I had stashed in the limbs of a pine that are low enough for me to reach.
I had the bag hidden neatly enough. Did he see it or have his people watching me? Or was he just guessing?
Nearing the tree that’s surrounded by ornamental grasses on one side and moss at the base, I feel a sense of relief.
When I reach the trunk, I tug the satchel down. Elation fills me. I got it. Before the thought can fully form, it’s ripped from my hand.
I don’t even think before I plant a foot in his stomach. He bends just enough for me to get a good solid punch in. Pivoting, I take out back into the woods.
Behind me a hear a rough chuckle. I’m running so fast and hard I’m kicking up the moss and soil that covers the landscape.
I run deep into the woods, but I can almost hear him on my tail. Looking back, I can see him. He flashes a smile before darting parallel to me in an attempt to cut me off. Turning to run in the opposite direction I was going, I switch back to the only exit I know.
A stitch forms in my side. My body is hot and cold at the same time. My breath squeezes hard in my chest. The thumping has become an overwhelming crescendo; I can’t discern the cadence. Exhaustion is a beast gnawing at every pull of my muscles.
Pushing all that aside, I rush past the tree, not even bothering to grab the sack. The wall is just a few feet away. So close. I stumble — hard. My arms pinwheel, but in that split second, I know I’m about to eat dirt.
Another heavier mass slams into me, wrapping my body in a protective shell.
“Oof.” Takashi grunts, taking most of the impact. Despite his intervention, the breath is still knocked out of me. His body is just as hard as the ground. He flips me so that I’m pressed against the soft moss.
“You did so fucking good, princess.” He growls his dick thick, pressing against my pussy. Only the material of my leggings and his silk lounge wear separating us.
“Get your ass off me.” I snarl, squirming.
“Damn, little one. If you keep that up, this is going to be over way too soon. Let me help you.” Snagging the material of my pants, he tugs hard, ripping that material clean off. Immediately I feel the moist, warm air against my flesh, soothing the sting of his barbarism.
I slap the shit out of him for good measure, trying my best to put as much force as I can behind it.
His head snaps back. He grins, his bottom lip split. His dick jumps, pushing into me. I whimper feeling the pressure.
“Yes, I thought so.” Swirling his hips, he glides against me, bumping my clit.
“S-top.” I gasp.
He quirks a brow. “You sure about that, beautiful?” He rubs against me making me gasp. “If you really want me to stop, say, bonsai.”
Fitting, since we are right beneath the very tree.
My words are caught in my throat. My eyes shutter. I just need a moment to get myself together, then I can say it like I mean it.
Firm, unyielding lips take mine, siphoning my breath and my will again with each blood-laced swirl of tongue, every nip and bite pushing me closer to acceptance.
The squirming starts back, but it’s only to get closer to draw him deeper.
Never in all these years have I felt passion for another human. It’s incendiary.
Our bodies clash and glide against each other, fighting to get closer.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” Nudging deeper, he makes me gasp.
The pressure intensifies. I know I should say stop, but honestly, I don’t want to.
The way he makes me take him using my response to him to ease the way sends me into eye-rolling ecstasy.
His dick is angled, so it brushes my clit.
“Takashi—” My words catch on a strangled sob as he breaches me, tearing through my virginity.
“You know your safe word, Bridget.” He growls, pushing deep inside me. I cling to his shoulders as he fills me to the brink. Muscles clenching around his massive dick, I pant, feeling every ridge dragging against my sensitive flesh.
“Your pussy sucking me in like a greedy little slut.” Pressing his forehead against mine, harsh breaths escape him. His chest heaves, brushing against my diamond-tipped nipples.
Looking down, he slowly moves in and out, watching himself take me. It’s so sexy. My gaze eats up the sheer awe on his face as he fucks me.
“This motherfucker is so tight, little one.” His eyes search mine like he’s waiting for a confession of how long it’s been. Would it matter if I said never? It’s too late now, anyway.
Drawing my right leg up, he increases his pace. His sac hits my ass every time he finds his home, adding yet another sensation I didn’t know I’d like. My body spasms deep inside as he pounds deep into me.
The feeling is so strong it scares me. “That’s too deep.” I pant, fear pain my words.
“It is painful or just intense?” He presses against it again.
“Intense.” I whimper.
“It supposed to. Your other lovers have been woefully neglectful.” He withdraws, taking my thigh and raising it higher.
Slamming home, fucking me right there with ferocity.
“I’m going to take care of you.” He huffs.
Pressing our foreheads together. Reaching between us, he reaches for and finds my clit stroking it with the pads of his fingers.
I’m so slick with essence I can hear every thrust of his dick and feel when it meets his busy finger.
My body spasms with a soul-sucking pleasure, making me see stars, crying to him to stop and begging him not to at the same time. My body convulses, the orgasm short-circuiting my brain.
Takashi continues fucking me, seeking his own release and dragging me into another when he angles to a less deeper spot fucking my g-spot, making my poor little coochie spill my cream all over him.
“Kuso yarō,” he swears. Looking between us. I almost want to claw back the moments and say, bonsai because I can tell this was a big mistake. I was supposed to be running from him, fighting for my life, not let him fuck me on the ground in his garden.
The horror on his face is enough. Horror that is so rapidly replace by rage that I’m crab crawling away from him.
Standing, he tucks his blood-streaked dick into his pants, his eyes promising punishment.
“Ta—” my words are cut off as he snatches me to him.
My battered coochie protest and being on my feet making me wince.
“Not another fucking word. Liar.” He grits through clenched teeth.
Scooping me up, he strides back to his house.
Now…
After such an auspicious beginning, no wonder we ended up here. Me running away from him forever.
Walking over to the other side of the butterfly pavilion, I see the key as soon as I reach the door. It’s dangling on a butterfly chime, twinkling like it’s saying, “Take me.” No worries, I am.
Grabbing it, I open the door and slip out onto the empty street. It’s a private drive.
Speed walking over to the economy EV, I get inside. The key, I notice, is not for the car — maybe a flat far away, I guess.
I press the button, seeing the ‘go bag” Flower’s packed for me.
Anxious because I don’t trust that he’ll fully succumb to the drug, I don’t waste time reading the note with my name scrawled on it.
I don’t look back. Scared that if I do, I’ll never leave.