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.
