Chapter 9
Trapped ひっそく
Evangeline
I need to get the fuck out of here, I think washing the residue of our earlier activities from my body as my husband lounges in a chaise situated, so he can watch me bathe at his leisure.
He made quick work of showering after he made me soak in the tub he’d prepared for me, forbidding me from starting my ablutions before he could enjoy the view.
From my vantage point, I had an unobstructed view of his magnificent body as he took care of his own needs.
Did he seem like he took his time as I watch wrapped in the smooth movement of him lathering his skin, swathing it in his preferred citrusy, vetiver, and woodsy Hinoki scent? I wouldn’t doubt it, yet I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his magnificent body.
Sharp lines, and hard-muscled forearms flexing just so, his back a play of sinew accentuating the hardness of his dick. His magnificence immediately answering when he noticed my perusal. And it hasn’t let up yet. Only jutting up from the dense nest of curls as he idly reclines before me.
I don’t let the seduction fool me.
Riyu is more unhinged than he was in the beginning. It’s not enough that he’s taken from my work — my very life. He won’t be satisfied until he’s broken me. He made me beg for him earlier and took his time in his pleasure torment.
My body weakened, but my resolve is all the more stronger. I’m made of sterner stuff than the games he wants to play. My ancestors overcame too much for me to end up being some maniac’s plaything.
I bent and even bowed for him in his version of the red room.
Why deny myself the pleasure he affords me?
Fighting him outright is not the smart path.
No. It’s in the little things that I will find my way out of this horror.
A horror because he seeks to simply use me for his own ends with no thoughts to my needs and desires outside of sexual pleasure.
We — all the women entangled with Takeda know how fucked up their upbringing was.
We care for them but until they seek to do better we have to everything we can to get free of their tyranny.
Akchiro got Flower back once he allowed himself to finally see her as more than a vessel for his desire and children, the same can be said for Hisashi and Kiyoshi; I guess the twins want to take the long way around like my granny used to say.
“Are you done?” he asks in that mercurial way his, raven brow arched in question as his eyes rove over my naked form.
“Yes —”
“What?” His tone hardens.
Am I not effervescent enough, husband? You only kidnapped me and forced me to your cliff-side fortress, forcibly took out my IUD. Why wouldn’t I be happy as a lark? This asshole. I swear.
“Hai.” I force a soft smile, mindful not to make it too bright. I’m not overly emotive. He’ll see right through it and punish me according to whatever he deems is my offense.
I don’t allow myself the comfort of playing the victim.
The way I left him was wrong. I know that.
Still, he left me no choice. We’ve arrived where we are through all of our actions, including those — Flower, Krie and Taylor, who were well meaning.
Still, as the leader of this family, he could start fresh with forgiveness.
Instead, he wants to exact his so-called pound of flesh.
Bet. I can give as much as you can, motherfucker.
I know nothing if not how to get my lick back. Say less.
“Come here, Ev.” Holding up a plush towel, he holds it out with his whole wingspan, so I can step inside his arms, which he wraps around me.
“Damn, you smell good,” he groans, bending low into my neck.
A full-body shiver wracks my body. My eyes roll as I luxuriate in the feel of his powerful arms and the press of his hard as fuck dick against my tummy.
My pussy floods with the delicious heat he evokes.
“You smell good, too.” I whisper as his mouth covers the hollow of my neck. There’s a sharp pull of his teeth against my flesh as he sucks my flesh into his mouth, claiming me, making me as his. It has the desired effect.
“Come, pet,” he murmurs, drawing me behind him over to the chaise.
He’s laid a fresh towel down. Pressing me down, he arranges me to his desire. Taking the vanilla-rose body butter, he warms it in his big hands, his gaze roves over my body.
I respond without him even having to touch me.
By the time his slick hands begin rubbing the mixture into my body, I’m already bowing into his touch.
Hands on my neck have me elongating so that not one inch is missed. I arch into the broad strokes of his hands over my torso.
“Open,” the heavy whisper has me spreading my thighs wide to give him access to every intimate inch of my body.
“Fuck yeah, Ev. Look how this fat motherfucker drips for me.” His praise only makes me wetter.
“Turn for me, beautiful.” I do as he commands without hesitation. What would be the point of being recalcitrant? More edging only to succumb later. I’ve learned my lesson.
“Hug the curve.” A heavy hand guides me over the top end of the chaise.
His hands coated in the body-butter slides down my back all the way down to the crease of my bottom.
“Ah,” I gasp when long fingers slide between my cheeks.
“Fucck,” he groans as he coats my tightest hole. “You’re so pretty here,Ev.” It’s almost like he’s struggling to get the words out.
Am I chuffed that he sounds discombobulated? Hell, yes.
“Thanks,” whimpering, deliberately I arch into his touch.
“Can kiss you here?” his voice is almost plaintive, a soft brush against my skin.
“If you want to?” Trembling, my voice sounds shot to my own ears. We’ve never done this.
His big body covers mine. “I need you to say it, sweetness.” His dark voice in my ear has me about to come off the chaise.
“Ask your husband to lick your asshole,” he growls. He doesn’t demand more of me in that moment, and I’m grateful because I don’t think I can form words. Instead, he begins his exploration at my nape, kissing and laving his way down my spine.
“Ohmygoodness.” Panting, I bend into every inch his mouth caresses, begging for more.
Biting my lip, I pray he doesn’t make me beg. I know he will. He won’t yield another way.
“Ri,” my nipples brush against the damask of the chaise as I writhe under his attentions.
“What do you need, wife?” There’s as edge to his words. He wants this as much as I do.
“Please.” Big hands open me. He lavishes kisses over my bottom, squeezing and plumping my flesh. Dipping his head, he kisses my clit. Tongues my hole, teasing, tempting, and taunting me to beg him for more.
A finger dips inside my pussy, then he adds another. “How’s that, love?” His mouth is a delicious heat against my flesh.
“Good. S-so good, Ri.” My eyes roll. I bite my lip. His fingers are divine. My thoughts scatter.
I’m his vessel. He can bend me to his will. I am his at will. There is absolutely nothing he can demand of me in this moment that I won’t give.
“I need the words.” He’s almost kind in his command.
“Please, lick my asshole, husband.” I beg, a sob of need coming from deep witting my being.
His tongue is hot. The sound and the shudder I emit are embarrassing, but I don’t care. He finger-fucks me in tandem and he eats me. Eyes rolling, toes curling, I let him do whatever he desires and I bask in every bit of this devastating attention.
His fingers curl in my pussy as his tongue destroys my ass. He flexes and I writhe, trying to give him more. Reaching out I grip his thick hair, holding him there as he tongues fucks my ass.
Hitting my spot, he makes me see stars as he makes me come from both holes. Falling into the curve of the chaise, sobbing my release I know he’s utterly ruined me.
Straddling my limp body, he pushes inside my pussy in one hard drive.
“Still, only for me, little one.” He growls driving to the hilt so hard my teeth snap.
“Arms.” Cupping my elbows behind me so he can pin me in place, I let him ravage me. I take every bruising inch of him. He slams into my welcoming warmth again and again until I feel the cascade of my climax. He fucks me through that orgasm. Pulling out, he turns us until he’s on the bottom.
“Put that pussy on me,” his growl is almost menacing in its demand.
Crawling until my ankles are on his shoulders. I take the position I know he likes best because it allows him to see me take him completely.
Taking my time, I take his massive length, letting him stretch me to accommodate him again.
“That’s it, sweetheart, fill your pretty little manko up with me.”
Slowly dragging my pussy down his dick, I marvel at being able to take him. His gaze centers on our joining.
“She loves me.” His gaze searches mine. “Why don’t you, Ev?”
It’s like a dagger has been shoved into my solar plexus. I won’t give him the satisfaction of an answer, nor will I allow him to ruin this moment with his fucked-up mind games.
Pressing down, I finally take all of him. I can feel him in my chest. Dick to the brim and then some.
He pulses so hard. It’s like it has its own heartbeat. Forcing my eyes on him, I begin my glide. Sliding his dick in and out of me, I take complete control of our moments. I make eye contact and don’t break it.
“Who says I don’t?” I don’t give him the answer he wants, but the answer he deserves after months of keeping me prisoner, taking my choices.
“You have to earn me too, Ri,” I whisper, letting him see all my emotions.
His hard features hardened even more. For a second, I think he’s going to toss me off.
“Hai.” The gruff reply has me leaning up, kissing the hollow of his neck.
“Yes, ride this dick, beautiful,” he urges as I lead us to paradise again.
“Let’s go for a walk.” Pulling me up, he gives me a slight. “ Earning you.” Sign with a quirk of his lips.
He may as well be beaming. None of the Takedas smile unless they are killing someone.
I’m barely recovered from his earlier lovemaking.
I don’t mind the way he held me like he adored me afterward.
I even basked in it, and the words of praise he lavished on me.
“You did so sell, Ev.” I didn’t dare look up to catch the emotion I heard so clearly in his voice.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit my heart squeezed at his words.
Surprise rocks me when he takes me through a paneled wall leading to an alcove you wouldn’t know was there unless you specifically had the architect build it. He’s already said he had this home built to his exacting specifications.
“Was it always your aim to bring me here?” I ask, when the hidden path opens up to a sun-drenched beach.
“Yes, but not like this.” His somber gaze holds what I can only determine as regret and maybe a tinge of hope.
“What about now?” Girding myself against disappointment, I force myself not to shy away from his regard or his censure.
“That depends entirely on you.” The slight shrug conveys more than he realizes.
It’s either an orchestrated reaction or huge tell.
Displays of emotion are not the Takeda way.
The men in this family are strict about how they react to everyone, even each other.
Any sign of weakness is frowned upon. Showing such a reaction is not done.
So, he’s playing me or entirely comfortable around me.
I trust neither. The fact that I do lets me know we still have a long way to go.
“Only me?” I turn from the water we face to my formidable husband.
“Yes. Are you willing to be the wife I need? Bear my heirs? Not run from me again? Show loyalty to me and only me. It’s that simple, Evangeline.” The muscle ticking his jaw belies the calmness of the words he just uttered. He’s still livid.
“Will you show me the same? Will you choose me over your family? Your ambition? Your revenge?”
He’s already shaking his head as he regards me for a moment. Walking up to me, he cups my face in his big hands.
“You still don’t get it, wife. You are my family. You are my only ambition. My reason for revenge. My very reason to breathe.”
There is an obsessive light shining in his eyes, and I don’t know if I should feel elated or terrified.