Chapter 7
The Gift ギフト
Riyu
My little runaway wife got me fucked up. I wasn’t prepared for her to comply the way she did in the bath.
Clever little minx, I think shucking my clothes and stepping into my own shower. Fisting my raging dick I slick the precum down my shaft thinking of how soft and ready she was for me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan moments later when my come shoots in hot jets. This little motherfucker almost unmanned me. If I don’t get it together all my hard work will be for naught.
She lured me into thinking she was ready for a new start only to run from me and lose our baby in the process.
Pain slices through me thinking of the her having to experience that trauma alone. Needlessly alone. I should spank her ass for the insult.
Her cycles being painful are not lost on me. Many nights I held and comforted her when as she suffered. Even had medication and herbs prescribed for her to make her ordeal easier. I know better than anyone how she suffers. Just as I know she chose to go it alone rather than accept my help.
The knowledge grates. Just as her fucking punishment awaits.
Now that I have business settled enough, I dedicate time to her retraining. This time I will make sure it sticks.
After moisturizing my body, I step into a comfortable lounge set in a green so dark it looks black, made of roughened silk and linen.
In the dark recesses of the closet, I retrieve a black velvet box with a bow attached.
I hit the intercom. “Bring Mrs. Takeda out to my private terrace. Then I’d like dinner served.”
Watching as the attendant bows, leaving Ev standing just outside the entrance to my suite’s terrace, I’m struck by her quiet kind of beauty.
She likes her curls short. They’ve grown out into curly mop of soft natural curls that frames her face like a halo.
Taller than her other friends, she is still is no match for my six-foot-two at five-foot-nine.
Her curves round out her tall frame in luscious sexy way.
“Come.” Gesturing to the box, I nod to the gift.
Approaching as though she expects a viper to jump out and bite her, Ev stops just short of arm’s distance.
“I know after all this time you’re not frightened of a little gift from me, wife. Come get it,” I tease with a nasty little smirk forming on my lips.
She had me at a disadvantage earlier. Now, I shall prove that turnabout is indeed fair play.
“What is it?” Wary eyes stay on the box as if trying to look through the black wrapping.
“A gift. Why don’t you kneel for me, beloved.” Dark hazel eyes snap to mine. A moment passes. She shakes her head, taking a step back.
“Oh, still running, pet?” I don’t bother to hide the mock disappointment as I tsk, “Pity.”
Crossing a leg over the other, I turn away from her.
Taking my whiskey, I take a sip, looking out into the beautiful scene before us. “One day, I will make love to you under the stars out here.” The quiet utterance of longing does what it’s meant to do — stop her.
I know how close she was to loving me before Flower’s interference. She wanted what I did — peace and understanding in our marriage, but I see that can never be without a reckoning.
The fact that it has to be now, when we are forming alliances with three rival syndicates, is unfortunate. My brothers and I cannot afford to have our attention and resources diverted no matter how delectable the distraction.
“Come, get your gift, Evangeline.” Allowing my voice to harden, I wait. My patience is rewarded when she kneels so prettily at my feet.
Holding the box, I watch as she pulls the ribbon. The box is rigged to unfold when she does. Her eyes widen at the coiled rope of black diamonds nested in a bed of velvet and silk.
“Your jewels were destroyed, I understand.” Her eyes stay trained on the body necklace I had commissioned to replace the one that disappeared along with her and has not been seen since.
Folding her lips inward, showing her worry, her eyes dart up to me then back to her gift. She visibly swallows.
“So, I’m to be only your sub, not y-your wife.” A hot flush stains her cheeks.
“You will earn your place, pet. I have faith in you.” Hardening my resolve, I don’t let her sad words sway me.
She’s the one who chose this. More importantly, I have faith in myself.
I won’t lose her again. My purpose is to train her as my submissive.
She made her choice. Left me no other recourse but to go this route.
“Let me help you, beloved.” Standing, I take her arm, helping her to rise. Stepping behind her, I slip the robe off her shoulders.
Her body is a revelation, tall with curves that don’t know how to stop. My dick lengthens when I step closer and get a whiff of the vanilla-rose she loves. Her skin glistens from her routine.
Draping the chain around her neck, I let it fall down her back.
The chain is jointed at every diamond so that molds to her body.
Down over the dips and valleys of her hips then around to the front over and under her breast then straight to loop though her navel ring over her hips, across her and between her bottom to finish up through her pussy to clasp at he looped navel ring.
“You can remove it when necessary, but otherwise I expect you in it at all times. You can bathe, shower and swim in it. Think of it as part of your skin.” Stepping back, I watch mesmerized but the sparkle of the diamonds against her skin. “Magnificent.”
“Let’s eat.” Going back over to my seat, I push the chair back to make room for her. “You won’t need that.” She stops before she can pull on the robe. It drifts from her fingers like a crushed dream.
She looks longingly at the other chair for two seconds before easing into my lap. Turning her body towards mine, she doesn’t meet my gaze as a member of my staff comes to take the gift box. They may as well be blind for the lack of interest they show.
I lift her chin, making her meet my stare. “You are beautiful and my wife. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of. You will not cower against me.”
“They didn’t consent to this.” She sounds miserable.
Always thinking of others, my Ev, if she had that same consideration for me, we would not have this dilemma.
Our baby may even be still in her belly.
I shove that thought aside with cold practicality.
Regrets have no place with the Takeda. We move forward. We exact retribution.
“Oh, they did.” Chuckling, I think it’s sweet that she cares so much for our people.
“It was on the job announcement. They are heredity Takeda staff, but I still only took those who were willing for the rigors of this assignment.” The reassurance does very little to settle her. She’s still stiff when they bring the food.
Remembering her previous training, she serves and pours.
It’s almost as if we have gone back to the early days after we took her and Bridget, thinking they were in cahoots with Prosper in helping Flower drug and run away from my brother a second time.
A mistake. Yet, it is not the Takeda way to wallow in regret.
We make the necessary adjustments and move forward.
This is the only course left to me and my twin. They forced us to this place. Our path chosen for us by recalcitrant wives.
“You will wear only this.” Swirling my liquor, I take a sip, letting her take in my words.
Cupping her hip, I give her a little squeeze. “What do you say?”
“Thank you for the beautiful gift, Sensei.” Gotdamn if that shit doesn’t make my dick primed.
“Good girl. On your knees.” Something drifts across her gaze as she complies. She knows I will take. Her punishment has begun.
Placing her hands on my thighs, she takes me out.
“Eyes on me, pet.” Luminous, gorgeous brown eyes meet mine as her thick luscious lips cover my dick.
She downs that motherfucker like a champ taking me all the way back until I feel her throat. She holds me there as her throat works to accept me. It’s been a minute, so she has to reacquaint herself with the feel of me.
Slowly she slides back. My dick shines as it emerges. Holding the head between her lips, she sucks it deep, greedily sucking my precum down.
“Fucck, Ev.” This shit feels so good.
Groaning when she lets it pop free. My eyes narrow when she dips her head taking my sac, sucking it into her hot, needy mouth. Tongue swirling over my orbs causes toe curling pleasure to pummel me.
I’m seconds away from pulling her up and bending her over the table when she rears up and spitting on my dick like a nasty little motherfucker before sucking my dick so deep it’s like she wants to devour it.
“Motto namero.” Commanding her to lick me more has the desired effect on her. Cupping her elbows behind her back is the only invitation I need. Spearing my fingers through her natural pixie cut curls, I shift my hips so I can thrust up into her hot welcoming mouth.
From my vantage point, I can see the onyx diamonds dancing in the light down her spine. I know the position pulls the chain, so it rubs teasingly against her clit. Squeezing her thighs tightly, she tries to alleviate the pressure of the diamonds caressing her pussy.
The moans she emits push me closer to the edge. Fucking her face in earnest, I take her throat. “That’s it. Swallow my dick and come, wife.” I urge feeling my balls tightening.
“Suck that motherfucker.” I command, leaning into the sensation. She chooses then to relax her throat further. So fucking deep, I hold her head steady as my come jets out in hot spurts down her throat.
“Damn, wife. You’re such a good little cumslut.” Praising her while stroking her hair. Noticing the tremble in my fingers and the tautness of how I’m holding my body I force myself to relax.
Dragging her up to my lap, I take her sweet lips. Tasting myself on her makes my dick hard again.
I pull back, taking in her lovely face. Plump lips slightly bruised from her efforts. Pupils blown wide as she looks at me, asking for more without saying a word.
Little does she know her ploy no longer works. I will have her begging for my dick before it’s all done.
“You’re so fucking pretty. Do you know that?” My voice is a deep rumble. She’s rung out all my humanity.
“Pretty motherfucker who thinks she’s going to break me.” My musings shatter her hope.
“Up.” I snarl.
Scrambling up, she stands.
“Eyes away.” She casts her gaze down.
“Follow me.” Heading back to my suite, I don’t look back, though I can clearly hear her padding behind me.
Traversing the suite, I lead her into another room.
“Welcome to the playroom,” I say over my shoulder. The room illuminates us in a muted glow. The wall to wall picture window faces the expanse of the river and the forest beyond the sheer drop of the cliff. An unspoken reminder. There is no escape. This doesn’t end until I’m done with her.
“Beautiful, isn’t it? When I bought this land, I knew this is where I was going to fuck you, punish you, and make you submit to me in every way.”
“Ri—Sensei, I’ve been good,” she pleads as if she doesn’t know her safe word.
“What is your safe word, pet?” I give her a gentle reminder.
“Jihi o, Sensei.” The answer is immediate.
Nodding to her, I wait. She knows this is the time to say those words — Have mercy on me. I have taken the time to train her. She knows her power — owns it in every way. She knows I will stop immediately if she requires it. No questions, recriminations, or spite. Her word is law.
Moments tick by and nothing.
“I brought this cross special for you.” Heading over to the X facing the magnificent view, I wait until she meets me there.
“This little contraption is rather amazing. Step up.” I have her face forward. Making quick work of the straps, I secure her.
“Isn’t the view amazing?” I feel her shiver when I whisper in her ear.
Yes, Sensei,” she nods for emphasis.
“You’re doing so well. Focus on the pretty view while you take your punishment. Now, what is your safe -word?”
“Jihi o.” The word is soft but clear.
“Subarashī.” Stepping back, marveling at the view she presents strapped to the cross, I can’t help but bite my lip. The display is one that will keep me fisting my dick for days.
Taking the purple flogger with suede tails, I ask, “Again, you safe word, beloved?’
“Jihi o.’’ The words barely register before I’m exacting my punishment on her ass, thighs and back.
I take my time driving home the lesson, having her repeat the words, interspersed with gentle caresses and kisses.
“Leaving me is forbidden.”
“Defying my will is forbidden.”
“I will take my punishment.”
“I will take my pleasure and give equal in return.’
“I will be a good, biddable wife.”
By the time I’m finished she’s sobbing with want. Her ass and thighs have a beautiful flush that will leave dick hardening bruises when I see them later.
“So wet for me, little one.” I murmured,“What kind of Dom would I be if I didn’t take care of you?”
Easing a vibrator inside her that nowhere meets my size, I add, “But you haven’t earned me yet, Ev. So this will have to do until you use your words to ask for what you need.” I didn’t give her this instruction on purpose because I wanted her deprivation. The mindfuck is part of the plan.
Her head jerks to me at the cruelty.
Moving the remote to a setting I know will make her come immediately, I watch her impassively. Her body trembles and shakes, and she furiously fucks the device.
Once she’s done, I take her down. Her sweat-slick body trembles in my arms as I move us both to the sofa.
Soothing her, I hold her as she cries. Edging is hard on both partners. My dick is a bruise of unanswered desire. I long to bury myself in her soft heat, but my mission is clear. Nothing until she begs. And I don’t fool myself. I didn’t break her, but she damn sure almost broke me.
“You did so well, Ev.” Pressing a kiss to her crown, I enjoy the view. Reveling in the seduction of vanilla-rose mixed with her own unique scent, I caress the curves I took so much pleasure in punishing mere moment ago.
Eventually she relaxes completely into me, cuddling, seeking my touch and praise.
“You were so beautiful and strong. You took your punishment so bravely. I’m in awe of you.”
We have a long way to go, but I feel like this is a serendipitous beginning.