Chapter 4
Found 見つかる
Takashi ~ Auckland, New Zealand
My watch buzzes.
Riyu: Wife secured. Heading home.
I don’t respond to the message, deleting it instead.
Finally. Now I can complete my own task.
I’m glad my older brother by mere seconds finally got over himself and took his wife.
We agreed neither of us would move until we both could.
He wanted to observe his little Ev and let her miss him a little bit.
I had no such compunction. I’ve longed to snatch Bridget’s ass the minute Riyu let me know he found her and we switched places because I ironically had already found Ev and was watching over her while Riyu finished his reconnaissance.
We thought Flower would have them moved around similar to Prosper’s method when she helped Flower run away from Akchiro.
Maybe she thought she had a better method of hiding them than her friend.
Choosing to use her personal phone was a rookie mistake.
The chase was over within the first two weeks of our search.
Unlike the more than three months it took my brother to find her and Asa, Riyu and I were on their trail quicker.
Prosperity Shipmoore is an expert in helping women escape their husbands. My sister-in-law, not so much.
I hear shifting above me. Checking again, I see it’s 6:45 am.
Her regular wake time. She doesn’t hit snooze.
She doesn’t grumble or grouse. My girl just gets up.
That’s what I’ve come to respect about her the most — nothing deters Bridget Takeda.
That’s some dick hardening shit, no matter how recalcitrant she may be.
I see her dainty little feet drop to the right of me. I’m tempted to grab one of her feet and scare the hell out of her.
Watching as she pads around the bed and goes to the bathroom my dick lengthens.
Finally, it’s been three and a half months too long since I had her pussy. That ends now.
The shower starts as I slide from beneath the bed. A soft melody of a gospel song she sings as she washes her body in long, sinuous strokes. The steam creates a cloud flowing up to the ceiling.
Stripping down with quick efficiency, removing everything but the Death Eater mask.
My dick bounces, getting harder with every step. I stand in the doorway as the song peters out, soon giving way to little needy whimpers as she tries to make herself come. It’s been amusing watching her over the past few months try different methods to create the same feeling that we shared.
Once I have her back, I plan to play out many of her little fantasies in vivid detail.
I understand her frustration, but that is where my sympathy ends. She put us here. I will see her suffer for it.
I step forward, standing just shy of her line of sight, watching her bathe, like so many times before. Shifting just so, I make presence known.
Busy fingers pause as her hind brain alerts her to the predator watching her, ready to devour. Her head snaps in my direction, her eyes blooming wide as she takes in the form she knows so well and the sinister mask.
I’m on her, covering her mouth before the scream is fully forms in her throat.
My other arm traps both of hers, pinning them just below her breasts.
She’s caged in the shower’s corner, trapped nowhere to run and unable to fight.
Yet still she gives it her all, squirming, bucking — doing nothing but making my dick hard.
Pressing my hand firmly over her mouth, I lean down. “Shhh, I let you have your fun. Now, it’s time to come home, my little torment.”
I chuckle when she fights more furiously. “You act like you wanted a stranger to break-in and fuck you.” I growl, feeling tears mingle with the spray of water on my hand. She bucks, thrashes, kicks, and squirms, trying to break my hold.
Slamming her head, she threatens to concuss herself, ramming it back repeatedly.
Slightly annoyed that she still doesn’t get when she’s lost, I tighten my arm around her waist, maneuvering her under the spray so that it covers her face.
“Behave before I drown your ass.”
It only takes a second before she’s sputtering. Stepping out of the spray, I let her catch her breath. “You will behave and do nothing else to injure yourself.” I wait for her acquiesce. Her reluctant nod takes longer than I like.
Manacling her neck, I push her against the warm tiles.
“You will fucking behave, little torment, or you will feel my hand harder than necessary.”
Her eyes bloom with fear and anticipation, but it’s the malice there that makes my dick lengthen into steel.
“What do you say, little one?”
“Hai, sensei,” she gasps around my hold.
“Get on your fucking knees.” I can practically see her salivating as she does as I bid.
She kneels, eyeing me with such malicious intent I almost want to chuckle. She hates losing. When we occasionally played Go, or her favorite Scrabble, she was always salty when I won.
Taking my dick in as much of a brutally punishing grip as she can with her nails digging into my flesh, she covers me with her mouth, digging her teeth into every inch of me she can reach.
This motherfucker never learns. I love that for both of us. I have to clench my ass to keep from nutting too soon.
Grabbing her by the locs, she’s pulled into a messy bun with one hand, I hold her nose with my fingers until she gasps, then push deep into her throat.
She hasn’t forgotten her training. When I release her nose, she exhales as I slide deeper.
She has nowhere to go now. Back braced on the wall, her knees grounded on the heated tile and me crowding her front with my dick fixed firmly in her throat she has no recourse but to let me feed her.
Pressing deeper, then deeper still I feel her gag reflex surrendering. “You know what to do if it’s too much, hai?” Glassy eyes meet mine. She gives a little nod. “Good, little torment.” Slowly I fuck her mouth giving her time to adjust. She braces on my legs but takes me like a champ.
Now that she’s surrendered desire blooms in her eyes.
She’s begging for me to let her touch herself but I won’t be giving her any such instruction.
When she comes it will be on my tongue, my dick and nowhere else.
The thought of sinking into her tight little pussy has my sac drawing up tight much sooner than I anticipate.
My dick spurts jets of come down her hot little throat as I stretch and pound into her mouth.
“Fuuuck.” Groaning, I draw out the word, my toes curling as I chase the sensation she’s drawn from me.
“So fucking good.” I drag her up to me, devouring her mouth, tasting myself on her lips. I suck her bottom lip the nip it, the spin her away from me.
The water makes her spanking sound louder with each swat that connects with her ass cheeks. The juicy globes bounce and jiggle as she takes her well-deserved punishment. No safe word falls from her mouth. In fact, the arches taking it.
“How can such a needy fucking girl be such a bad brat?” My dick pearls at her whimpers.
“Please, Takashi,” she cries, “I can’t take it.”
Spreading her legs wider to bid me welcome, she adds a little arch to her back. A signal I choose to ignore. More strikes bring more cries, and still no safe word.
Her bottom’s russet hue now holds more tint. She won’t sit comfortably for more than a week. Standing back, I look at my handiwork.
Dropping to my hunches, I spread her ass cheeks, burying my face in her pussy. I love eating her from the back. I tug her big clit into my mouth and suck that little mean motherfucker like she owes me money.
“Ohmygoodness, Ti,” she cries. Pushing farther into my mouth, grinding her hot little pussy all over my face, lavishing me with her essence.
My dick springs up as I savor my wife. I have dreamed of this. Longed for her as she slept above me. Knowing she was playing with her pussy and I was so close I could smell her but not touch and taste her broke me.
Slipping my thumb into her ass, I dip my tongue into her.
Her muscles squeeze trying to keep me in.
Thrusting, I drive tongue in a steady rhythm.
I tongue-fuck her the way she likes. She dips her hips, meeting my mouth, pushing her neither lips against mine, letting me lap and taste her.
Her pussy cream coats my tongue. Bliss coats me in a cocoon as I give my wife the pleasure she’s denied herself — us both for far too long.
She starts to tremble as her crisis arises, getting on her tiptoes trying to run. I follow licking her clit in tandem with each stroke of my fingers. Her pussy spasms, her clit hardening as she comes on my tongue.
She’s still shuddering when I stand turning her to face me.
Her gaze snags on the mask. Reaching up, she tries to remove it.
Shaking my head, I push her back to brace her on the tile.
Lifting one leg, I line up. “You don’t get shit unless I give it to you, little torment.
” My eyes roll. I clench my teeth, feeling her tightness strangle my dick as I press in.
“Still so wet for me,” I praise, feeling my way eased a little by her response. “Lift your other leg. I got you. Hell yeah.” Adjusting our position, I drive home feeling her teeth snap in response.
“You feel so amazing, little torment. Like you missed me a little.”
She shakes her head and I can’t help but groan out a chuckle. She’s lying with her eyes. Her body tells me just how much.
With slow deliberation, I start bouncing her on my dick. I control the movement. “My little fuck toy missed me.” I snarl, watching as she bites her lip as the sensations of me filling her up again and again threaten to overwhelm her.
When her hands move from my arms to neck and interlink, I know she’s ruined. She’s ready. Bouncing her and thrusting, I set a relentless pace, fucking her.
“Mine.” I growl, loving the way her muscles clench and tighten on me.
The wet sounds of our bodies, along with the spray of the water, create a cacophony around us.
“Ohmygoodness,” she cries, taking my dick as I rag doll her. Her body is at my mercy, it only makes me more determined to fuck her harder. She cries, her nails digging into my flesh.
“Takashi,” she screams when I pound into her spot again, and again, her girl come drenching us both in its own shower.
“Fuck yeah,” I shout, shooting my seed deep into her body.
My heart feels like it’s about to beat out my chest. Easing out, I hold her steady until she’s steady on her feet. Her luminous brown eyes meet mine.
“Bathe me, wife. Then we go home.”
She’s cuddled up beside me. It’s late we’ve been in the air for nearly eight hours with only a few to go until we reach Tokyo then another few hours in the car to take us to the hidden forest home I secured to give us the much needed privacy for me to train and breed her.
She’s slept nearly the entire time as if this is the first good rest she’s had in months.
There were nights when she tossed and turned all night, keeping me awake as I slept beneath her bed.
It was uncomfortable, but it was the only way I could be close to her.
It gave me pleasure knowing I could watch over her, keep her safe even if I was the one she feared.
I listened to her frustrated moans night after night with teeth gritted in exaggeration knowing I could satisfy her.
I gave my word to Riyu I would wait observe and determine what I could do to fix my marriage but I don’t want to fucking fix it.
It was never broken. She will be made to submit.
I won’t allow her to worm her way back into my heart only to wake up drugged again and find her missing.
No, she will yield. Takeda’s do not yield.
At least not this one. I see how my brothers and cousins have folded for these mere slips of women, who’ve used their effervescence and sensuality to lure them into certain destruction.
The Takeda lives strong in me — I refuse to fall.
I will not fail in this. She is like a complex algorithm I must create to make the perfect wife.
I have a plan to do much the same with her.
Her training will begin the moment we land.
“Ti,” she mumbles snuggling deeper into my warmth. I grumble a little in response, unable to quell the sentiment, noting the warmth in my heart, no matter how inconvenient it is.
Closing my eye, I allow myself a moment to bask in her. I will use it to fortify me for the harshness that must come in the next several weeks. She deserves worse. If she defies me, as I know she will, I will mete out her punishment with ruthless precision.
By any means necessary, Bridget Takeda will be bred and biddable by the time I am done with her.