Head buried between my legs, his face so close to my pussy I can feel his lips when he speaks as he looks up at me. Our eyes clash for a heart aching moment.
He wouldn’t tell me why he needed me so much, but he showed me in every way. He’s been worshiping me from the moment he pulled me into the shower and took me twice under the pulsing spray of the water.
And — I gave him everything he needed, knowing this would be the last time I ever make love to him.
I can feel time ticking, but he hasn’t let up, has shown no signs he’s fading. If anything, he seems even more relentless. Determined in every way to claim me.
I can barely catch my breath as his mouth covers my pussy again, driving me harder to the edge. His mouth clamps down on my clit, sucking, swirling, and when he gives her a treacherous little bite, he sends me spiraling over the edge.
Rising like a god from the sea, his muscles clench and ripple with every heated breath he takes, sawing in and out as if he’s run a marathon. He has in a way with the way he’s put me through my paces this night. His gaze skates across my body like a predator ready to devour its prey. His dick stands tilting like the Tower of Pisa, the head darkened and pearled.
He looms over me, crawling up my body. He takes my lips making me taste myself on his lips. The sweet tang of my essence mixed with his own essential spice makes me whimper. We taste delicious.
Wedging between my legs, he makes room for himself, notching the head of his dick where I open myself for him.
He slides inside of me. “Let me have this pussy once more, wife, then I promise I’ll let you rest.” Panting against the painful pleasure of him stretching me open, I nod a little.
Pressing a kiss to my throat, he draws the flesh there into his mouth, drawing hard on my flesh, marking me again. Mymuscles clench around his massive length. Essence floods my passage, coating him, easing his way as he pushes in deep. Riyu’s so fucking deep it’s like he’s in my chest.
“Riyu,” I gasp.
“You can take me, little wife. You feel so good sucking me in your tight little pussy. Let me give you this.” Taking my lips, he flexes, holding still as my body tries to accommodate him. Tongues, twirl, he sucks mine into his mouth is a deliciously hot tug making my muscles spasm.
Withdrawing, he makes me feel every inch rasping against my sensitive flesh. I’m so slick with want for him. I can do nothing but arch trying to keep in inside.
A wild smile spreads across his face right before it morphs into one of possessive dominance. The only sign I get before he slams inside.
“Take this motherfucker, wife.” Grabbing my thighs, he draws them high and fucks me like he wants my life. I damn if I don’t die on his dick. Again and again he thrusts, taking me higher as he hits my spot each time. His name is a ragged scream on my lips as he shatters me.
Pulling my ruined form into his heavy embrace, he whispers, “Arigato, my love.”
Tears sting my eyes as he drifts off, and I slide from underneath him.
The garden is so quiet— eerily so as I try to be as quiet as I can, making my way over to the bench beside the koi pond. A turtle lazily munches on leaves beside not even lifting its head as I approach.
Every suite of rooms has a private garden, but only someone who lives on the property year round like Flower, knows how to get in and out of them unobserved.
My sneakers squeak on one of the smooth stones and I pause, waiting. I know staff is about even if I don’t see them. That is how it is with the family I found myself married into. In our day-to-day life, it is as if we live alone, and but for small messes being cleaned away or the re-fluffing of pillows, I would never know we had staff. They are never visible, rarely heard, but you best believe they report back.
That no alarms have sounded says that Flower is the true lady of this samurai mansion, set in the foothills of Mount Fuji. My heart settles a bit with this knowledge. I’m about to be free.
Looking at the bench with a dragon engraved on the stone, I see nothing. No, she wouldn’t be that obvious. My gaze skates along its sides, seeing no potted plants there. No, that would bring the garden out of alignment. Everything at Takeda Manse is in perfect symmetry. On quiet feet I go sit on the bench, running my fingers beneath its edge. There. She placed putty with something underneath.
Following a quick look over my shoulder, I look down at the intricately folded rice paper clutched in my hands. It almost looks like an origami pattern. I smile a little at its cuteness as I unfold it. Popping up as soon as I see the map, I walk along the path sketched out for me.
The trail takes me deeper into the garden. There are layers to Japanese gardens. Everything has meaning — every tree, pond, and flower placed within for a purpose other than just beauty. I can’t help but think that Flower took me along the path of lotus because of the strength and beauty of the blooms.
Hidden away so deep with the thin shrubs is a small door. The latch barely makes a sound when lift it. And though it’s at least a hundred years old, the well oiled hinges are silent when Ipush it open. There is a small economy nondescript electric car waiting for me on the other side of the gate.
Opening the door, I slide inside. The seats are still warm. Obviously, she had one of her servants drop the car here. There’s a letter on top of a duffle bag in the passenger seat.
Ev,
If I’m wrong and you’re truly happy with Riyu, then go back and forget this. Heck, you may not have even taken me up on this offer.
I just wanted the choice to be yours. And though I love Riyu as a brother with all my heart, no different from FADE and Ghadi; what he and Takashi did was wrong. They had no right to make you and Bridget pay for my actions when I left Akchiro last year.
They know it and they should have let y’all go. I made myself a promise no matter the consequences (and there won’t be any — trust me) I would make it so you would have a choice whether to stay or go.
