Chapter 14
Plays and Getting Playedしばい
Bridget
“You will behave yourself tonight, promise me.” Takashi demands driving his hard as fuck dick into me.
“Umm,” I whimper, barely able to hold on to the slick wall of the shower. In fact, my hands slip, and I almost crash to the floor, but his powerful arms catch me in time, dragging be back into his hard body and unrelenting thrust.
“I didn’t hear you, wife.” Nipping my ear, he sends zings of pleasure straight to my kitty-cat.
Harder and harder he thrusts. I can barely think, let alone get out the words he so desires to hear.
“Umm,” I squeak when his hand grips my neck while the other holds me prisoner on his dick.
“I need the words.” He grounds out, though we both know he’s not giving the chance to utter them. Driving deeper, harder, he makes me take every delicious inch of his dick.
“Ohmygoodness, Ti—,” gasping when he hits my spot again and again, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
Clutching his hand, I lace my fingers between his long digits, digging into my soft belly. “P-Promise, youuuu,” the words are strained and shattered as the torment of the climax my husband is giving me topples my entire world.
“Good little wife,” his voice rumbles as he finds his own release. Burying his face in my neck, he kisses and sucks the flesh there deep, marking me even more clearly as his own.
“You always do too much,” I mutter, wrapping myself in the vintage kimono Mrs. Takeda sent me, looking at the passion marks he’s left on my skin.
“No, Haha is doing too much. Turn.” He nods, still adjusting his tie.
“Why?” Asking as I look down at the priceless silk I’m wearing, feeling self-conscious. “Do you think it’s appropriation for Ev to wear this?”
“No.” Shaking his head, he smiles, showing the rare dimple in one cheek.
“You are a Takeda, Japanese by marriage, so it is totally acceptable for you to wear my mother’s present.
” Leaning forward, he kisses my cheek before standing back to tie the sash appropriately.
“Turn,” he instructs, wrapping it around to the front and then back again to form the intricate knot.
“Why do you say she’s doing too much?” I ask once he steps back to appreciate his handiwork.
“No reason,” he dead-eyes me, “other than her orchestrating the kidnapping to take you away from me and trying to encourage you to leave me again.”
“She just wants us to be happy. Y’all needed to get some act right. It’s good for y’all to know you don’t have the upper hand in the whole situation.” Shrugging, I go over to the box of jewelry.
Taking the family pearl teardrop earrings, I clip them on.
“Seems like I had more than a little ‘act right’ not so long ago,” he murmurs, pressing his big body into mine.
Looking up into the deep onyx of his gaze, I can’t deny his words, but I’ll be damned if I give his arrogant ass anymore but ammunition.
“C’mon before we’re late.” Doing my best to ignore his chuckle, I pull him behind me.
“Kuso.” Turning my shocked gaze to my husband, I watch as he furiously texts a subordinate who dared to interrupt our family dinner.
Riyu’s face across from us is a hard mask. Though he didn’t make an outburst like his twin, I can tell he’s just as angry as Takashi.
“Is something wrong, musuko-kun?” Okasaan asks quietly, though we are in a private room of Omotesando Ukai Tei.
“Forgive us, Mother. There is an emergency that requires our immediate attention.” Both men rise, bowing to us.
“Wait,” I grab Takashi’s wrist. His hand flexes, but he doesn’t throw me off. I watch frustration ripple across his face, but he stops giving me all his attention.
“What’s going on? Is everything okay with Flower and Akchiro?
” Seeing my worry for our family, he softens barely.
Reaching out with his other hand, he touches my face.
“They are fine. Our servers had been knocked offline across the entire Takeda network — an obvious cyberattack. Probably ransomware.”
“We need to go,” Riyu says, pressing a kiss to my friend’s lips.
Takashi bends to brush a kiss across mine. “Don’t wait up.” I give him a look, saying he knows I will, which brings a ghost of a smile to his lips.
“Well, that’s quite a start to the evening,” Okasaan says as servers bring the second course in.
“Bravo.” We cheer along with Hisashi, Taylor, and the packed crowd of theatergoers as the actors take their ovation.
Hisashi still attended the play when Takeda was under attack, which surprised us. He assured us he’s already put fail safe’s in place not only to stop the attack but to trap the culprits into thinking they’d succeeded. It was Takashi and Riyu’s role to monitor and take the lead from there.
“Takeda is a finely run conglomerate. Everyone’s part honed like a Katana’s blade.
That is why we are the most efficient and successful business in the world.
This little nuisance will be put to rest soon.
” I could see that the culprits would be as well if the dark gleam in his gaze is any indication.
“Congratulations, Taylor.” Squeezing past her husband, who acts like he has to guard her with his life and won’t even move for Ev and me, I give my cousin-in-law a hug.
“Aw, thank you, cuzzo.” Taylor hugs me back before turning to do the same for Ev and Mrs. Takeda.
“Will y’all join us for the little after-party we’re having for the cast?” Taylor asks with hopeful expectation to us and Mrs. Takeda, who’s already declining.
“My lovely daughters will.” She says, nodding firmly in our direction. I have an early flight tomorrow with friends for a little jaunt over to Singapore.
After giving us hugs, she’s on her way, leaving Ev and me to enjoy the evening with a new, unexpected opportunity for fun or escape.
“I promised to be good.” I murmur to Ev as we make our way down to the car waiting for us.
Hisashi took Taylor backstage to congratulate the cast and crew. “We’ll meet you there. I forwarded the driver the directions.”
“Me too.” Ev sighs. “We’ve already started trying.”
“Do you regret it?” Worried, I look at her, remembering how just the other day she was in tears over Riyu’s thoughtless words.
“Ugh, no, well not really. He apologized right away.” She lowers her voice as the driver, with his cap pulled low, opens the door for us.
“Then did you feel like it wasn’t sincere?” Frowning, I adjust my kimono.
“He was sincere. Being with men like them is not easy, as you well know.” She eyes me knowingly.
“You got that right.” I huff a laugh thinking of the chopsticks Takashi wore tonight in his hair.
The car takes off, moving smoothly into traffic.
Me: How is everything?
Ti: Everything is under control. Will be home soon.
Me: kk
Ti: where are you?
Me: otw to the afterparty. Hisashi and Taylor invited us.
Ti:…
Me: Are you mad?
Ti: Of course not. Have fun.
Me :
Ti:
Me:
Ti: You’re going to play for that little wife
Me: I hope so
Ti. …
Ti: Bridget?
Me: Yes
Ti: Bridget??
Me: Yes, Ti?
Ti: brIDGET
Ti: Why is your fucking location off?
“What?” I look at Ev’s confused at the question. She’s looking down at her phone.
“Is your phone acting weird?” I ask, looking at the connection, trying and failing again and again.
“Yup,” she says, her gaze meeting mine.
“Maybe we are in a dead zone.” Looking outside, I notice we are not in the theater district anymore. I’m sure Hisashi said the venue for the after-party wasn’t far. Definitely not this far.
“Excuse me,” I say, pressing the intercom. “I think you’re going in the wrong direction.”
Nothing.
“Hey.” Ev knocks on the glass partition. “Hey.” She keeps knocking repeatedly, then looks to me. “I don’t think he can hear me.” My sweet summer child of a friend says almost hopefully.
“Yes, he can, Ev. He’s just choosing to ignore us.” Looking at the back of the driver’s head, I realize belatedly why he had his hat pulled low and didn’t take it off when he helped us in — so he wouldn’t be recognized by the cameras around the theater district.
Scooting closer to my best friend, I clasp her hand.
She grips mine back reassuringly. We are being taken.
This time, against our wills. Somehow, I don’t think our husbands will care.
They will think we chose to leave this time too.
I have no doubt we will be fine, but the aftermath and their wrath is what’s driving my fear this time.
“It’s going to be okay.” Ev whispered words draw my look of incredulity.
“No, babe. No it won’t.”
“This way, ladies.” Hours later, a British butler leads us down the hall of a modern-day samurai mansion.
We follow him through the great expanse of the property, passing gardens, koi ponds, what looks like a cherry blossom grove, and an Olympic-size swimming pool.
Bowing, he waves us inside a beautifully appointed living area.
Inside there are two very handsome and rugged-looking Black men inside. One looks out onto the lit garden. Well past midnight, the garden looks as if it is lit by fireflies.
“We are happy you could join us, Ladies Takeda,” comes the deep baritone that would make lesser women melt. Well, not lesser, just ones who aren’t already ensnared with their husbands.
The men are a complete contrast, like there are in so many Black families — mine included; the one reeling on a sofa has a tawny almond complexioned with a mop of dense curls on his head; while the other is dark as a thousand midnights with a tapered fade that spills down to a lush beard.
“It’s not like we had a choice, mister?” I ask, allowing the sarcasm to drip from my every word.
“Porter Shipmoore and this gentleman here is my elder brother, Lord Bishop Shipmoore, Duke of Saint Georges, at your service.” Both men nod in our direction — foregoing the Japanese custom for their European one.
Clasping our hands, we bow in traditional Japanese fashion. I don’t have to look at Ev to know our southern hugs in greeting would not be welcome from these men.
“Nice to meet you both,” Ev says once we are facing them again. I’m not so sure if I want to engage in pleasantries because nothing about these men suggests they want to be kind to us. They kidnapped us, for goodness’ sake.
“Have you seen our sister, Prosperity?” Bishop Shipmoore cuts in, getting right to the topic they wish to discuss — their sister, Prosper
“Not recently.” I say simply giving them the truth or as much as I dare without bringing hell down on our heads.
The last time we saw Prosper, we were all aboard Akchiro’s super yacht, with her wearing a muzzle until the billionaire yakuza prince she’d been gifted to fed her morsels of food by hand.
However, I really don’t think telling them the state of their sister would go over well right now.
I love my life, and I can tell these men, much like our husbands, are stone-cold killers.
“Is that so?” Porter inquires, almost boredly, from the seat he’s retaken. I absently notice they hadn’t offered us a seat or refreshments. Rude. Not that I’d take one, but it shows how little regard they have for us.
“Now, if that’s all, we’d like to go home now.” I say miffed, though I completely understand deeply why they are acting this way.
Bishop turns facing the window again to look out into the garden.
“Oh no, darling, you’re both going to be our guests for a while.”