From my vantage point, I had an unobstructed view of his magnificent body as he took care of his own needs.
Did he seem like he took his time as I watch wrapped in the smooth movement of him lathering his skin, swathing it in his preferred citrusy, vetiver, and woodsy Hinoki scent? I wouldn’t doubt it, yet I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his magnificent body.
Sharp lines, and hard-muscled forearms flexing just so, his back a play of sinew accentuating the hardness of his dick. His magnificence immediately answering when he noticed my perusal. And it hasn’t let up yet. Only jutting up from the dense nest of curls as he idly reclines before me.
I don’t let the seduction fool me.
Riyu is more unhinged than he was in the beginning. It’s not enough that he’s taken from my work — my very life. He won’t be satisfied until he’s broken me. He made me beg for him earlier and took his time in his pleasure torment.
My body weakened, but my resolve is all the more stronger. I’m made of sterner stuff than the games he wants to play. My ancestors overcame too much for me to end up being some maniac’s plaything.
I bent and even bowed for him in his version of the red room. Why deny myself the pleasure he affords me? Fighting him outright is not the smart path. No. It’s in the little things that I will find my way out of this horror. A horror because he seeks to simply use me for his own ends with no thoughts to my needs and desires outside of sexual pleasure.
We — all the women entangled with Takeda know how fucked up their upbringing was. We care for them but until they seek to do better we have to everything we can to get free of their tyranny. Akchiro got Flower back once he allowed himself to finally see her as more than a vessel for his desire and children, the same can be said for Hisashi and Kiyoshi; I guess the twins want to take the long way around like my granny used to say.
“Are you done?” he asks in that mercurial way his, raven brow arched in question as his eyes rove over my naked form.
“Yes —”
“What?” His tone hardens.
Am I not effervescent enough, husband? You only kidnapped me and forced me to your cliff-side fortress, forcibly took out my IUD. Why wouldn’t I be happy as a lark? This asshole. I swear.
“Hai.” I force a soft smile, mindful not to make it too bright. I’m not overly emotive. He’ll see right through it and punish me according to whatever he deems is my offense.
I don’t allow myself the comfort of playing the victim. The way I left him was wrong. I know that. Still, he left me no choice.We’ve arrived where we are through all of our actions, including those — Flower, Krie and Taylor, who were well meaning. Still, as the leader of this family, he could start fresh with forgiveness. Instead, he wants to exact his so-called pound of flesh. Bet. I can give as much as you can, motherfucker.
I know nothing if not how to get my lick back. Say less.
“Come here, Ev.” Holding up a plush towel, he holds it out with his whole wingspan, so I can step inside his arms, which he wraps around me.
“Damn, you smell good,” he groans, bending low into my neck.
A full-body shiver wracks my body. My eyes roll as I luxuriate in the feel of his powerful arms and the press of his hard as fuck dick against my tummy.
My pussy floods with the delicious heat he evokes.
“You smell good, too.” I whisper as his mouth covers the hollow of my neck. There’s a sharp pull of his teeth against my flesh as he sucks my flesh into his mouth, claiming me, making me as his. It has the desired effect.
“Come, pet,” he murmurs, drawing me behind him over to the chaise.
He’s laid a fresh towel down. Pressing me down, he arranges me to his desire. Taking the vanilla-rose body butter, he warms it in his big hands, his gaze roves over my body.
I respond without him even having to touch me.
By the time his slick hands begin rubbing the mixture into my body, I’m already bowing into his touch.
Hands on my neck have me elongating so that not one inch is missed. I arch into the broad strokes of his hands over my torso.
“Open,” the heavy whisper has me spreading my thighs wide to give him access to every intimate inch of my body.
“Fuck yeah, Ev. Look how this fat motherfucker drips for me.” His praise only makes me wetter.
“Turn for me, beautiful.” I do as he commands without hesitation. What would be the point of being recalcitrant? More edging only to succumb later. I’ve learned my lesson.
“Hug the curve.” A heavy hand guides me over the top end of the chaise.
His hands coated in the body-butter slides down my back all the way down to the crease of my bottom.
