“For you, my vicious little wife? Always.” I sneer, my gaze snagging on luscious curves I’ve missed.
Her nipples are hard, beckoning me, though it’s most likely an involuntary response to the coolness of the house.
“Where are you going, Bridget?” Asking as I notice she continues to back up. There is nothing but forest surrounding us for miles.
“Anywhere that takes me away from your mean ass. That place was a vacation compared with dealing with this mess.” Pivoting, she heads for the terrace doors leading out to the forest beyond.
“You know what happens when I catch you, yeah?” I ask letting her go.
This was not my intention, but either way she was always going to end up beneath me tonight.
“You’ll have to catch me first, husband.” She tosses over her shoulder.
I don’t know what gave her the confidence to think she could ever escape me or best me at my own game.
“See you soon, Bri-chan.” I whisper watching her slip past the doors leading to the forest beyond.
Walking over to the bar, I pour a large draft of whiskey, taking my time to let the burn and mix of oak and cherry blossom wash over my tongue.
Swirling the liquid, I watch it catch the light. Anticipation starts to burn hotter than the Santori prompting them to toss back the rest.
“Ah,” I grunt, feeling the heat settle in my chest and then travel lower.
My dick is already primed. The liquor only heightens the feeling.
I’m better with my feet bare. Slipping off my loafers, I didn’t have time to remove since all the previous action took place in our gaiken. I stand in my bare feet, shedding the tails dress shirt and pants I wore earlier.
Stretching, I warm up like priming my body for the chase.
Dick swinging, I approach the doors. Scenting the air, I close my eyes, allowing all my senses to attune to the forest. Listening, I can make out the sounds of the small land animals that make their home here. The soft cooing of nesting birds and even the higher predators of this forest. It’s like home to me. The place I’ve found most comfortable aside from my rooms in Takeda Manse on our family’s vast estate.
This is my place, a reserve Takeda founded in the 11thcentury and held secret for generations. Not even war could penetrate these sacred grounds.
Now I get the pleasure of taking my wife in the most primal way on the land my ancestors honed their skills as samurai and birthed generations of warriors. Maybe tonight we will create another legacy.
Taking my time, I follow her tracks, proud of how well she tried to cover them. She’s kept the feet light, backtracked and gone over a few times to distract. I find myself retracing my steps more than once.
“Clever girl,” I murmur.
No wonder she’s so good at GO, her strategy rivals my own.
Moving into a copse of trees set by a waterfall strictly on instinct, I smile when I scent her again.
The darkest settles around the scene, making the water sparkle like the stars are dancing on the surface like mythical fairies.
A heady weight hits my back pivoting I turn, catching the pliant yet sturdy form of my errant wife.
Her nails dig into my neck as she tries to find purchase and dominance I refuse to allow.
She bites my shoulder just short of breaking the skin. “Behave,” I growl, slapping her bottom hard in quick succession.
“Argh,” she yells squirming.
“Too late. I have you now. Never thought you’d fall into my arms so quickly, Bri-chan. I’m a little disappointed.” I tsk, mocking her in a way I know will get a rise out of her.
“I caught you first.” She insists.
“Indeed.” Meeting her gaze, I acquiesce with a nod. “You’ve caught me. Now what do you intend to do?” Leaning in, I take the soft flesh on the side of her neck before she can jolt or try to bolt away.
