“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 lipsagainst 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 complexalgorithm 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.
Chapter 5
