Chapter 8
GO 行
Riyu
Iwatch the video playback of my beautiful wife eating her fill of her American-style breakfast I have had my chef make for her every day.
My driver rounds the mountain pass, taking me back to my hidden fortress in the woods.
I couldn’t stand having her starve herself again, knowing there were stores of food in the house she refused to eat.
Winning this battle of wills is not worth her well-being.
Her starving herself also hinders me breeding her.
The sooner Riyu and I see those tasks done, the better.
My shoulder is healed. I still can’t believe her little vicious ass stabbed me with my own chopsticks. Luckily, I hadn’t started eating. An infection would have been inconvenient, to say the least.
I guess our reunion started off a little rocky…
“Come,” I snap before the door even slides closed. Bridget startles then looks from the door back to me. Embarrassed, the attendant may have heard my hard command — which they most certainly did. Her face flushes under the dark brown tone of her skin.
“Asshole,” she mutters.
“I could take yours if you like,” I whip back. A hot blush floods her face. Interesting. Something to explore later.
“If you want to eat, you will do as your husband commands.” I dead-eye her, watching as she bristles.
“Why can’t you ask?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she still hasn’t moved.
I’ve had enough.
Rising, I stalk over to her. Gripping the back of her neck, I make her meet my gaze as I snarl,“Takedas don’t fucking ask.”
Keeping my grip strong. I walk her over to the table. Bypassing her chair, I steer her around to mine. Sitting, I drag her onto my lap.
“I’m sick of your shit, Bridget. You will behave like the wife I deserve, or you will pay the consequences,” I growl down into her furious face.
Her lips press into a hard line. “And what, pray tell, will those consequences be?” she dares. Her eyes spark with unhidden ire.
“I will spank your ass then pound it since that seems to interest you,” I promise.
“Oh really?” she quirks a brow. I’m not fooled. I know she’s ready to scratch my eyes out.
“Really.” Casting her a bored look, I nod to the food,“Feed me.”
Taking a breath so deep her entire top half rises, she takes a moment before her shoulders slump.
She nods.
Taken aback by this compliance, I watch as she takes the silver chopsticks lying in front of an array of dishes. She’s never been this acquiescent. I’m not sure I should feel chuffed or a little worried I’ve broken her spirit.
Sitting back to enjoy my meal, I nod to the dish of broiled squid sitting in a delicious garlic and red pepper glaze.
Maybe this reunion won’t be as contentious as I thought.
That thinking flees the moment she buries the eating utensils in to my shoulder.
“Feed yourself, motherfucker,” she hisses with malicious relish.
“The fuck.” I roar, exploding from the chair, making her fly from the table. She topples head over tail onto the floor in such an indecorous fashion, it’s almost comical.
The kimono she’s wearing flies up, exposing her bare bottom and a glimpse of her equally bare pussy..
My dick surges to life as only attempted murder by one’s wife can cause.
“Oh, you’ve fucked up now,” I taunt her, slowly stalking over to her now scrambling backwards form.
Ignoring the silver glinting from my shoulder and the blood staining my clothes, I track her down, reveling in her panic.
I can tell the lack of concern I show for the injury her little homicidal ass inflicted is unnerving her. Good. She’s going to learn there is little pain I cannot endure and I will suffer it all for her.
“Why are you running, vicious one? You were such a bad bitch a moment ago.” I keep going until she’s backed herself into the wall.
Just as she curls her legs up into a tight ball to fend me off, I jerk her up.
Dragging her over to the table, I sweep the meal to the floor to make room for her curvy form. .
“Ri—” she screams as blood ruined dishes scatter all over the polished teak surface.
Lifting her bodily, I lay her atop the smeared blood.
Pinning her to the table, I watch her eyes round as I pull the chopsticks free. Warm blood streams down my arm onto her silk kimono as my hands smear the evidence of her treachery over her.
“Lick them clean.”Pressing them into her mouth, I watch as she wraps her plump lips around them.
“Good girl,” her pupils blow wide hearing my praise.
“Get them wet, so I can fuck you with them.” My voice sounds guttural. My dick primes as she obeys so prettily.
Eyes wide, she watches as I make quick work of undressing her.
“Since you ruined my dinner, I assume you have no problem offering your fat ass pussy as tribute,”I murmur.
Taking my seat, I draw her thick thighs over my shoulder and bury my face in her fat, juicy pussy.
Spreading her lips, I delve my tongue into her, lapping up the sweet nectar already coating the hottest part of her.
“Damn, girl,” I groan, loving the taste of her. Her whimpers spur me on, as I make it my mission to devour my wife.
Soft, yet firm fingers grip my shoulders, then find their way into my hair where they grip me, trying to hold me steady.
She needn’t worry. There could be a seven-point-five earthquake and I wouldn’t stop eating this pussy. Every delectable inch of her is mine, and it is my mission to make her know it, irrevocably.
Tugging her clit into my mouth, I suck and lave it until she’s writhing and fucking my face like she’s trying to smother me. Again, I’d gladly die if it means this is where I would meet my end.
“Ohmygoodness,”she keens, her body aching like she’s been struck by lightening.
Slowing the licks until they become kisses, I let her come back to earth.
Gathering the chopsticks, I slide them over her pussy lips until they are wedged on either side of her still turgid clit.
Fascinated, I work her like an instrument. Applying pressure as I tease and torment her back into a frenzy. “So fucking pretty, becoming my meal,” I murmur, as her body meets each stroke of the sliver sliding against her slick flesh.
I love that she doesn’t shy away but gives herself over to my depraved ministrations.
Moving them rapidly, I vibrate her with them until she bows again. My name on her lips.
She’s even sweeter when I lick her clean this time.
“I think I’ll keep them.” Tucking the utensils into my samurai knot, I quirk a smile as I rise above her, watching the way her eyes round.
My dick is hot and rigid when I take it out. Giving it a hard squeeze, I coat the head with come that pearls there.
Positioning her legs over my shoulders, push in, not stopping until I bottom out. A silent cry forms on her lips as she takes me.
Holding her steady, I set a ruthless pace. She can find no purchase. The angle I purposefully hold her in ensures that she is at my mercy.
“Look how well you’re taking me, vicious one. See how your body keeps betraying you?” I’m proud she doesn’t try to hide from me. She doesn’t look away or shy away from what I’m doing.
“That’s it take this motherfucker you tried to run from.”
She takes me and every powerful thrust of my hips.
Her arms cast wide. Her hands a smear with my blood.
I drop her legs and hold her throat. “You still have murder in your eyes, little killer.” I squeeze, and her pupils blow wide. She bites her lips, moaning her pleasure, opening her legs wider to take everything I have to give.
“Fuccck, yes.” I praise. My dick seems like it’s getting harder. “I may let you try to kill me again.”
“I-I wasn’t.” She gasps.
“What?” I don’t stop.
She grabs my wrist as I pound into her. Her words come out staccato.
“Wasn’t — tryin— to kill— youuuu.” She pants. “Justwantyoutostophurtingme.” The last part comes out in one long cry just as her pussy tightens its stranglehold on my dick as she starts to climax.
I drag her ass up by her throat, fucking her through her orgasm.
“Clean your mess.” I growl, making her lick my wound.
When her hot tongue licks me, I come so hard in her hot sheath I see stars.
After her little tantrum, she tried to starve herself out of spite. We were left at an impasse. I gave her that round. It’s important that she thinks she’d won. Now, that she’s rested, the real fun can begin.
By the time the driver has pulled into the underground garage, she’s finished her breakfast and now journaling.
Complete deprivation is torture, and not my aim. Riyu and I want the same thing — wives we can trust. Wives breed our Takeda heirs with.
How we go about it is different, yet our goals are the same. Akchiro showed us the way when he removed Flower from any undue influence by taking her to the yacht.
Right now, there is too much instability with our Yakuza clans for us to be out of the country again so soon. We have to handle our wives much closer to home.
I enter my suite. The forest is just beyond, tempting me with its verdant display. The darkness of my furnishings, the dark teak floors flow seamlessly into the nature surrounding me.
Retrieving the items I need, I lay them out. Her reprieve is over now. It is time to make Bridget aware of our new normal.
There is a light knock on the door. An attendant slides the door open, showing my wife inside.
Clothed in another many thousands of dollars kimono, like any wife of a high-society Japanese scion, my vicious little wife enters my suite.
“I thought you’d like to play Go, with me.” I nod to the board game displayed on the low table in my sitting area.
Her eyes immediately light up. It’s almost like she wants to squee with excitement. She loves board games. Would play them everyday if she could.
It’s how we found our true bond. Only my love for family rivals the love I have for board games.
“You know, I’d love to.” Her smile falters. “Are you going to snatch it away as a punishment?”
“No, little murderer.” I might, but not tonight. Leaving that revelation unsaid. Yet from her appraising look, she knows it’s not beyond me to punish her in such a fashion.
“Figured trying to find common ground would help us on our path of reconciliation quicker than spanking your bottom every chance I get. I may even let you win the first round or two.” Goading her has the desired effect.
“Let me?” she shoots back incredulously. One thing I know about my little vicious, is how competitive she is.
“Oh really? If I remember correctly, I’ve kicked your tail more than a couple times.
I didn’t even grow up playing this game as a kid like you did.
The fact that I came anywhere near beating you should tell you, I don’t need you to let me win.
” She strides further into the room, going straight over to the gaming table.
She walks around the table looking at it as though she expects a viper to surge forward and bite her.
After the third rotation, which has her looking like she’s circumnavigating the globe, I sigh theatrically. “Are we playing or are you trying to think of a way to squiggle out of playing with a national champ?”
“You were twelve, Ti.” She giggles taking her seat opposite my empty one. Trying my best to not let her calling me the name she did when thought she loved me make me beam, I finish my text ordering the staff to bring refreshments.
“Ready?” I winked at her.
“Let’s, Go.” Her smile shatters me.