Twin of Ice

RYU AND EVANGELINE

E vangeline

“Yes, just like that.” He growls in my ear. I whimper taking him to the hilt. I shouldn’t like this as much as I do, but for the time he’s kept me prisoner I haven’t been able to deny him no matter how many chances he’s given me. No matter how much things have changed I don’t trust my heart with this cruel motherfucker.

My mind trips back to the day my life changed…

Last year…

“Have you heard from, Flower?” I watch my other bestie, Bridget of twelve years shake her no over FaceTime. “Uh-uh, and she’s still hasn’t confirmed brunch for tomorrow either.”

“That’s odd, hold on, I’ll see if I can reach her and bring her online. I know she wanted to talk with us about this new vertical movie app she’s thinking about investing in.”

Pressing the icon, I wait as for the connection. It drops and I immediately call again. It’s our unwritten friend rule that if we get two calls in a row then it’s important. Not meeting your friend for brunch may not be a big deal for some people but when your bestie has been locked away in the countryside for the last two years on her husband’s estate in a more than thousand year old samurai mansion and you only get to see her once every other month then you may worry. Especially knowing he’s an absolute villain. Her villain as she loves to tell us but a still villain none the less. Akchiro Takeda has already shown what he will do to keep Flower. He followed to America and threatened to take over her brothers’ company if she didn’t come back to him.

That man will stop at nothing to have my friend in his life and he’s become even more obsessed with her since she had their baby son, Asa. If she likes it, I love it but that kind of love is a hard pass for me.

I don’t understand the allure but I’m not one to judge. They’ve been in a committed relationship for the more part of three years and I can barely find a match on dating apps.

“Seems like she’s busy.” I look up at the same time the door to my office opens. It’s Ryu Takeda, Flower’s fine ass brother in law and our company BITE’s investor along with his brother Takashi.

Despite the instant attraction we obviously felt when we first met we managed to keep everything all business. In fact when Flower left for America a couple of years prior he started acting really cold towards me. I attributed it to me being the best friend of the woman who caused his brother so much anguish but even after their reconciliation, marriage and baby he’s never warmed to me.

Seeing him here now is more than a surprise. In the last year our interactions have mainly been through email correspondence.

“Hold on a sec, Bridget someone’s at the door.” My friend tells me in a distracted tone as I take in the handsome man who I haven’t seen in person in over a year.

“O-okay, let me call you back. Mr. Takeda is here.” I hang up before she can answer.

Standing, I bring myself up to my entire five-eight height. Briefly his gaze lances over my curves and seems to dismiss them as if he finds me wanting. His face is cold as always. I bet ice wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

“Hello Mr. Takeda.” Heat flushes my skin. Thankful for my dark complexion, I focus on the well over six foot man standing just inside my doorway with his gaze sweeping over everything as if he owns it — even me.

“You must come with me, now — it’s regarding Flower and Asa.”

I don’t even let him finish before I’m grabbing my bad and heading gout the door with him.

Days Later…

“Dummy,” I mutter to myself scrubbing my face of the dried tears and smeared make-up. It’s been days and this is the first time I’ve been able to take care of myself. Ryu Takeda is a fucking psychopath and not one of the good ones like the show Dexter or Hannibal Lecter, no, this motherfucker is full on Richard Speck, Theodore Bundy material.

Clinking of the thin chains wrapped around my body draws my gaze. It could be jewelry drapping over my body but platinum and gold snaps with enough pressure. This has no give. How they can make them so thin yet impenetrable was answered by my new sensei as I am now told to call him, “The method we use is the same and forging the Katana — folded of a thousand times as it is forged. It will be excellent in your training. You will learn your limits, your pleasure and how to please and fitting to your new place in my life.”

That place I have learned is to be nothing more than his concubine, submissive, captive. As much as I have balked at these last days there is nothing I can do short of finding a way to escape his maniacal revenge for what he’s deemed as me helping Flower to leave his brother with their son.

Ironic because she did it without any help from Bridget and me. Sure, I want to ring her neck but knowing my friend and how much she loves Akchiro I know she would not have left him with out cause.

Riyu will not believe a word I say no matter how I have tried I cannot convince him of Bridget and my innocence. I don’t think they care, they just want to punish us. And after that first interrogation I know there is nothing he won’t do to get answers. He left me trembling after edging me for hours. The only thing stoping him from taking was finding out I was a virgin.

Watching my face flush and cringe I remember his awful words. “What the fuck are you still doing a virgin at what thirty?” It’s twenty-eight, but what ever. He doesn’t deserve my story especially after what he’s done. It’s none of his business if I grew up in the holiness church which I still love and visit every time I go home to see family. It doesn’t matter that I was engaged early and on the way to being a wife and mother I was offered a scholarship to university and instead of marrying that very nice boy and under the encouragement of my mom of all people, a matron the church I went on to pursue my goal of being an IT engineer.

No he’s a fucking a monster. I can’t even believe that when first met him I wanted it to be him. Jeeze-Louise.

“You like it, You begged him to take you. You cried when he didn’t.” The hateful whisper taunts me just as it has the last few days since he dropped me in the center of his bed threading an intricate pattern of chain over my my body making sure to knot it in all the places that would make me squirm.

Tears sting my eyes. I know what tonight is. He left me for days only allowing me to get up to use the bathroom under his watchful gaze and feed me.

Pressing the cold towel to my face hoping against hope it takes down some of the puffiness from me sobbing in the shower, I breathe through the recriminations shoving them aside. None of this is my fault. I don’t deserve this. He’s in the wrong and the way my body responds is not my fault — simple biology.

I don’t let my mind think too long on the way he held me after or how I fell asleep in his arms. Purposely I push aside him feeding me by hand and knowing exactly how I like my cappuccino.

I think of none of that as I slip on the pink silk sheath dress. It clings to all of my curves, bunching a little at the dip before my bottom. I got a big ol’ booty on my otherwise tall proportional frame and less than a handful of titties.

In the south they say I’m skinny but only there would a size twelve-fourteen be thought of as such. No, I’m a big healthy girl and always have been and I love me.

Running my fingers throughly short cropped natural curls I make sure the conditioner did its thing. I may be a captive but I’ll be damned if I look run over like we say where I’m from in Jackson, Mississippi.

The soft swoosh of the doors has my head turning.

Ryu is standing at the entrance clothed in s bespoke black suit.

“Ready?” He asks with his characteristic coolness. Cold eyes rake me and if I see a sold fire in their depth I ignore it.

“Hai.” The word slips from me and internally I’m already cursing myself for sounding like what he’s molded me into — his sub.

“Come.” He pivots with the clear expectation that I follow.

Defiance thrums within me. Yet to what end? More tormenting pleasure I’m powerless to resist? More humiliating failure when I fold? More of his exacting punishment?

For my defiance I was spanked the other day. He spanked me to an earth shattering orgasm. Unease fills me with the thought. It was embarrassing, him making feel things I’ve never experienced. Never in a million years think I’d like.

Yes, I’m not ignorant of the attention people attracted to me give. But I’ve never invited it. I’m not the extrovert like Flower but I’ve been happy to let her draw me out my little cocoon.

Inhaling I take a step. Exhaling I take another until I make my way out of the bathroom the body chain brushing against every curve of my body as I make my way to the man who controls my very life.

Transversing the bedroom I ignore the neatly made bed. The living room is dark when I enter but thanks to the floor to ceiling windows and the view of Tokyo beyond I’m not drowning in darkness. I also know the layout go the suite from the many times I’ve visited Flower who has a penthouse in this very building.

All the Takedas live on the top three floors of the tower in the heart of Tokyo. The building is one pf their real estate investments. Flower told us soon after she came to reside here with Akchiro.

Light flowing from the dining room beckons me. My heart may as well be hummingbird’s wing with the way it’s beating so erratically.

I can’t help thinking this to further punish me for Flower’s actions. Making want things, long for something that can never be.

They have to know we didn’t aide her by now. I’m sure they have tracked our movements. This must be their way of punishing her. Flower’s family is too powerful for them to touch but Bridget and I don’t have their resources. We are just friends of the billionaire family but no one loves us more than Flower. Just as we love her and if Akchiro wants to drive a point home there’s no better tools in his arsenal than us.

The dining room is stately as if he entertains here often. The motif on the wallpaper depicts an almost idyllic scene of feudal Japan. I’m sure if I wasn’t so overwhelmed I’d be fascinated enough to try and figure out the story behind the tapestry.

“Please, sit.” Lifting his hand Riyu indicates the chair diagonal to his left.

He tracks my every movement standing to pull it out as I approach. Inhaling as I take the chair, I take in the wood, bergamot, citrus and jasmine of his cologne. My senses tingle. I immediately start to spiral as my mind trips back to the way his heavy body slid over my curves driving me to distraction. The way he made me taste him and took me to the very precipice of pleasure with his tongue and fingers.

“We eat first.” No sooner than the words are out of his mouth than attendants fill the space with dishes of light fare. Various sushi, side dishes and soup are placed infant of us before they all leave with solemn bows.

“Eat. You will need your energy.”

My heart trips double time. The meal will be over way too quickly and I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Sure, at one point I wanted it to be him but that was before he showed me what a complete menace he is. The other night he took. Eventually he gave but it’s not lost on me that he is not man who for one second cares about what I think. I’m just a tool for his vengeance. I am his to be used as he sees fit and he’s determined to make good on his promise of retribution.

As soon as we enter the bedroom again I take one look at the massive bed and rush into the restroom relieving myself of the contents of my stomach.

Standing on trembling legs I go over to the sink. The trembling doesn’t stop there I can barely grasp the toothbrush he supplied as I brush my teeth. Washing my face for good measure I use what little time I feel I have on the countdown clock I’ve created in my mind to make sure I further inconvenience the beast.

“I’ve never made a woman sick. Nor a man come to think of it.” Wry amusement colors his words as he watches me enter. He’s lounging on a chaise opposite the bed situated before the line of windows showing the night sky in all its beauty.

Standing like marionette I’m at a loss. I have no frame of reference for what is about to happen. So much so, I can feel a full blown panic attack coming on.

My chest tightens as he rises. His gaze remains steady on me. Smooth as a panther he comes to stand before me.

Before I can think, breathe or protest he slips the straps of the dress free from my body. The material drifts down my body pooling at my feet.

“Come.” With a slight tug he has me stepping over the material.

Flinging back the duvet he motions for me to get in the bed.

“Rest well, sweet.” Clutching the covers under my neck I watch as he dims the light leaving me alone.

It went on like that for weeks — bath, dinner tucked away in bed until I found myself seeking him more, wanting him. Stockholm syndrome? Probably. Still he never pushed just waiting until I folded like paper till this day.

Riyu

“Where did you go?” I whisper in Ev’s ear as I drive my dick into the deliciously tight warmth encasing me. Lifting my head from marking her neck I take in her expression. She’s left me again so busy overthinking, daydreaming or reminiscing.

She doesn’t answer. My pretty girl is always in her head and I don’t like that shit. I need her talking to me.

Gripping her neck I draw her back. Harder, I drive ratcheting up the pressure as I feel the muscles of her pussy squeezing me, trying to completely suck my soul out through my dick.

“Ohmygoodness,” she gasps at I fuck deep into her hitting her spot giving her no respite, making her take everything I have to give driving her closer to the edge with each ruthless drive back to me.

“Keep this pretty eyes on me, wife.” She flinches a little at the moniker.

Yes, I forced her to marry me and I’d do it again. She left me no choice when she tried to leave me after Flower found her happiness again with my brother. Just like she’s not leaving me any choice but to breed her now.

Taking her thigh I rise it higher on my back. “This motherfucker feels as good as it tastes, Ev. You feel so good.” I can’t help praising her. I allow myself this little vulnerability only when we’re like this — her open to me in every way. When she’s not trying to hide from me in her mind.

“Ev,” I ground out demanding connection.

She reaches up drawing me to her mouth. I don’t miss the tears crowding the corners of her eyes.

“Let me give you this babe.” I’m near pleading. I know I fucked up. It’s gone too far for me to fix it. My only option is to bind her to me in every possible way.

She clutches me melting to every thrust. I make it my mission to give her as much pleasure as she metes out. Reaching between us I play with her plump little pussy. Making light swirls on her slick clit I don’t stop when she cries out, I don’t stop when she begs me to. I push her harder fucking her past one orgasm into another until I feel her spasm and wetting my fingers with her essence.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl finding my own release shuddering as rope after rope of come coat her.

Careful of my size I pull out drawing her into my arms. She’s a cuddler, so soft and pliable. I can give her this. We have to join the others soon for the Christmas festivities. This will be the first time we’ve seen my brother and Flower since the yacht.

So much has changed but for us we still haven’t found a way past how we came to be. My heart squeezes. It takes me longer for it to ice over than normal. Everyday it becomes harder to keep my emotional distance. She’s much too adorable for her own good. This life is treacherous and I’ve seen how vulnerable it has made my brother and cousin. Takashi is still in the fight but who knows how long before he folds.

I hear the soft snore of the woman who’s somehow made me feel things I never expected or wanted to. Part of me wants to jettison her out of my life but there is a strong part that refuses to let her go and will annihilate anyone who tries to take her from me.

“Rest,” I murmur pressing a kiss to her forehead as I rise from the bed.

“You look amazing,” she says with a warm bronze blush lifting her features from beautiful to extraordinary.

Striding over to her I sweep her into my arms. “And you look like mine. Exquisitely mine.”

Lowering my head to claim her lips, I give her enough time to withdraw. She doesn’t. In stead she wraps her arms around my neck drawing me down.

I take her soft lips tasting mint and all that is essentially her. I try to hold back from literally devouring her but she makes it damn hard. I pull her closer melding her body to mine, looking down liking the way we fit together.

“Be good tonight wife.” I watch her eyes flare at those words

“Be better husband.” She returns, her mahogany gaze blazing with challenge.

Damn if I don’t love this woman.

If only she believed me.