“Wasn’t — tryin— to kill— youuuu.” She pants. “Justwantyoutostophurtingme.” The last part comes out in one long cry just as her pussy tightens its stranglehold on my dick as she starts to climax.
I drag her ass up by her throat, fucking her through her orgasm.
“Clean your mess.” I growl, making her lick my wound.
When her hot tongue licks me, I come so hard in her hot sheath I see stars.
After her little tantrum,she tried to starve herself out of spite. We were left at an impasse. I gave her that round. It’s important that she thinks she’d won. Now, that she’s rested, the real fun can begin.
By the time the driver has pulled into the underground garage, she’s finished her breakfast and now journaling.
Complete deprivation is torture, and not my aim. Riyu and I want the same thing — wives we can trust. Wives breed our Takeda heirs with.
How we go about it is different, yet our goals are the same. Akchiro showed us the way when he removed Flower from any undue influence by taking her to the yacht.
Right now, there is too much instability with our Yakuza clans for us to be out of the country again so soon. We have to handle our wives much closer to home.
I enter my suite. The forest is just beyond, tempting me with its verdant display. The darkness of my furnishings, the dark teak floors flow seamlessly into the nature surrounding me.
Retrieving the items I need, I lay them out. Her reprieve is over now. It is time to make Bridget aware of our new normal.
There is a light knock on the door. An attendant slides the door open, showing my wife inside.
Clothed in another many thousands of dollars kimono, like any wife of a high-society Japanese scion, my vicious little wife enters my suite.
“I thought you’d like to play Go, with me.” I nod to the board game displayed on the low table in my sitting area.
Her eyes immediately light up. It’s almost like she wants to squee with excitement. She loves board games. Would play them everyday if she could.
It’s how we found our true bond. Only my love for family rivals the love I have for board games.
“You know, I’d love to.” Her smile falters. “Are you going to snatch it away as a punishment?”
“No, little murderer.” I might, but not tonight. Leaving that revelation unsaid. Yet from her appraising look, she knows it’s not beyond me to punish her in such a fashion.
“Figured trying to find common ground would help us on our path of reconciliation quicker than spanking your bottom every chance I get. I may even let you win the first round or two.” Goading her has the desired effect.
“Let me?” she shoots back incredulously. One thing I know about my little vicious, is how competitive she is.
“Oh really? If I remember correctly, I’ve kicked your tail more than a couple times. I didn’t even grow up playing thisgame as a kid like you did. The fact that I came anywhere near beating you should tell you, I don’t need you to let me win.” She strides further into the room, going straight over to the gaming table.
She walks around the table looking at it as though she expects a viper to surge forward and bite her.
After the third rotation, which has her looking like she’s circumnavigating the globe, I sigh theatrically. “Are we playing or are you trying to think of a way to squiggle out of playing with a national champ?”
“You were twelve, Ti.” She giggles taking her seat opposite my empty one. Trying my best to not let her calling me the name she did when thought she loved me make me beam, I finish my text ordering the staff to bring refreshments.
“Ready?” I winked at her.
“Let’s, Go.” Her smile shatters me.
Chapter 9
Trapped ????
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.
