Twin of Fire

brIDGET & TAKASHI

B ridget

“Get the fuck out,” he growls.

“What?” Eyes flaring with surprise my head swivels in his direction only to be ensnared by th the onyx fire of his gaze.

“Run,” he demands again jaw flexing like he’s grinding glass.

I look at him like he’s lost his fucking mind.

“Run and if you make it off the estate with me not catching and claiming you then you are free to go. If I catch you then we dead this shit and I don’t want to hear another word form your little messy ass but “yes, sensei” the rest of our lives.”

“W-what do you me mean claim?” I watch his face harden more before he trains his gaze on me like I’m prey.

“It means sweet girl, when I catch you, I’m splitting your pussy open and I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

My hand is on the latch and I’m pushing out of the door before he finishes.

Unlike him I have a photographic memory and I remember the route we came when we arrived for the Christmas celebration.

Just as I know he’s taken me deeper into the estate to play this little sick game of his.

Now my question as to why he insisted I change into a sweatsuit and wear running shoes is answered — he was made to give face at the Christmas party when he had me backed against the wall and his brothers intervened.

Looking over my shoulder. I notice he’s turned the lights off the car giving me enough time to put distance between us. He always gives me a good head start for his sick little game — one he’s made me love.

Before this man you wouldn’t catch me running unless, I was doing so to save my life which I actually was the first time he chased me. He was incensed believing I knew where Flower had gotten off to when she ran away from Akchiro. I didn’t and the more he raged the more I plotted to get away from him. Bashing him over the head with a vase I ran from his home thinking I could get to the road and find help. He caught me, took me right there and I’ve been helpless to stop him since.

I ignore the fact I was crushing big time on him or that I was more than ready to take him. The motherfucker still kidnapped me, took my virginity and got mad at me because he didn’t know.

Legs pumping I deviate from the path choosing a more wooded route but in the opposite direction he thinks I’ll take. I learned my lesson that he’s an expert tracker. Still with the little time I have left I circle back.

I’ve never attempted to take his car. I know there is no way I can leave this without one though. It would be reckless. The Takeda Manse lies in the shadow of Mount Fuji and it’s winter and though this one has been kind of mild that is a long way from the temperate climate of my home of Birmingham, Alabama. I’m always cold here but if being cold means I can break free of the hold this man has on me then I’m willing to risk hypothermia.

“HOOT, HOOT.” Whipping my head around at the sound I stumble stop looking up at a tree more ancient than time to see a snow owl looking down at me. He seems fierce. Stepping easy I move away not wanting to incite him. Do they attack humans? I don’t know and don’t have time to find out. When I’m out of his line of sight I keep to my memorized path circling back.

After thirty minutes I come out of the woods on the opposite side I entered. Facing the passenger side I work to steady my breathing. It’s so loud in my ear. I should have joined him some of those times he went to work out. I probably could have scoped out at weakness by now.

Pressing my chest I attempt to calm down I look up, down and across the street trying to peer into the darkness and for the form of the man who forced me into marriage a year ago after Flower was found and we were made to go on the Takeda super yacht and watch him claim her before all. It ended up being a thing of beauty and a reality check. All these motherfuckers are crazy, unhinged and obsessed. Nope. Nopity. Nope. Nope.

I’ll pass. Forced marriage to a billionaire or not I’m not doing this shit. How he me makes my body feel aside. Despite that he’s my first, I rather chew glass in the middle of summer while sitting on Third Avenue in front of Elyton Village, the housing project where I grew up than be locked in with Takashi any longer.

The car is dark as I creep over. Seeing that no one is inside the McLaren Artura I open the door slipping inside.

“Eep.” I cover my mouth after the door locks click. Panicking I reach for the door. It’s useless.

A tall wiry form emerges good distance from the street ahead of me. My heart trips over itself as he strides like he has all the time in the world.

A smug smirk quirks the corner of his mouth, his eyes burn with retribution and ire. No sooner than the door locks sound is he dragging me from the out of my seat.

He pushes me to the side of the car.

“You’re so predictable, wife.” He says it like it’s a curse. Like I made him marry me rather than the other way around. His brother holding my best friend at the point of a katana. She still has as little scar because of my first refusal.

“So are you, husband.” Sneering I stomp his foot and mush his face making sure my nails dig in. I shove past but he’s too quick and much stronger.

I’m slammed against the car again this time a hard hand circling my throat. He squeezes. I gasp. Stars dance in front of my eyes.

My chest seizes with the air trapped there.

“Who the fuck you think you dealing with, pet?” A wild smile plays across his face.

Pressing against me he makes sure I feel every inch of his hard length jutting into my soft belly.

I’m not Flower’s five two or Ev’s five-eight I fall in the middle and don’t have Ev’s long legs or Flower’s curves. I’m midsize leaning toward plump but I make it work. I love me. The fact that he seems to love that about me is a real head fuck. I preen from his attention even though I know it’s a trap.

Biting his lip his eyes rake mine then the rest of me — a very sweaty me from running. “You know I love how your pussy tastes after you’ve gotten all hot running from me.”

“Fuck you.” Head falling back in a chuckle he’s gaze devours me.

“As you wish.” He grins dipping low to my waist after saying my favorite quote from Princess Bride and kneels before me.

Dragging my pants down he pushes my legs apart and covers my mound with his hot mouth.

His tongue is masterful as he tongues me. Hot swirls give over to delicious licks. I open wider. All thoughts of why I should hate him and say no melt away like gossamer.

“Fuck yeah, give me this pussy.” He demands against my heated flesh as I tilt into his mouth.

He takes me like he’s savoring every part of me. His tongue dips in swirls and strokes. My muscles clench in an effort to hold him but he retreats and flicks my hole taunting me with the promise of what’s to come.

His finger spearing inside scissoring, plunging drawing me closer and closer until his tongue joins and I shatter.

Standing on trembling legs I watch him rise. Triumph shines in his eyes as he looks down on me.

“Run lil’motherfucker, run. Because if I can’t have you then —” his head falls back then he trains his gaze on me like panther tracking a gazelle. “Fucking run,” he snarls.

No time to worry about my bottoms I take off again, knowing I will never make it.

He’s never letting me go. He’s going to track me, decimate every part of me. My only hope is to make it to the samurai mansion and hope they let me in.

I hear nothing but my breath as I run like hell to the mansion. My heart soars when I see the light ahead. Branches whip across my face. I ignore the cold air against my already wet coochie.

There’s a stump I don’t see and I stumble. A mix of snow and earth meet me as I eat the ground like a hobbled jack rabbit. Scrambling back to my feet I take off heading towards the light.

I’m just about to make it into the main garden when the tall figure of my husband steps directly into my path. Normally I would try to dip or dodge but rage pure and true explodes in me. I plow right into his ass.

“Ow,” he huffs grabbing me taking the impact. He takes a few steps back and I think for a few hopeful seconds that I can wriggle free. No dice. His arms are like a vise across my middle as he drags me back into the copse of trees.

He’s not the least bit winded but his shirt is plastered to him. His breath labored. His dick hard and straining.

I kick I flail. Twisting I bite his arm. He rips it away.

“You’re going to pay for that,”he grits. Slapping my hip.

Hoisting me high he throws me over his shoulder. Then I’m on the ground under a cherry blossom. The area is clear of snow. The ground is warm. I know they have heat lamps and vents to keep the blossoms and terrain lush. The amount of money they spend on their garden alone could finance a small country. I’m thankful the ground is not cold but that doesn’t stop my shivering.

“I’ve got you,” he says.

I slap him full on the face making his head turn with the force. When he turn back to me there’s a trickle of blood. And a reddening mark on his jaw.

“How many times to have to tell your crazy little ass that violence in not the answer?” He gives a rough chuckle but I can tell he likes me fighting him. “Time for you ruination, pet.” His mouth slams down on mine. The kiss is a furious tangle of tongues. He takes. I take. He makes me open for him snatching my hair back at the crown. He skeets into my mouth. I return the favor right back into his cruelly beautiful face. Using his long fingers his wipe his face clean and pushes his wet fingering into my mouth.

“Suck.” Pressing deep into the back of my throat he leaves me no option but to obey. I kick my feet ignoring the searing heat at the apex of my thighs. It’s like he’s working magic over me. The fear of being chased like prey giving way to a passion that will not be denied.

My body quakes at the heat. My thighs are bare no buffer since the took my boots, pants and panties off by the car, so I feel his hard dick pressing into my wetness.

Of its own volition my body bucks against his. Wanting him. Needing him. Till this day his training has held true. I am his creature. His fuck toy and he knows it.

Still, I don’t quit. I fight harder twisting and flailing against his immovable form which garners only more delight from the man who promises to never let me go. At least I can look myself in the eye knowing I gave it my all even if I fail. I’m tried of wilting like a daisy in the hot Alabama sun for this motherfucker.

My scalp stings. He holds me tight by the cushion of my thick curls.

“Be fucking still and take my dick like the good little whore that you are for me.” Giving me a rough shake he lowers his mouth to mine pillaging the deep recesses of my mouth until I shiver harder but not from the cold or false warmth being streamed in from hidden vents. No. It’s his touch that leaves me panting and wanting more.

I feel his hand stroking opening me to him. My body clenching trying to hold in the surge and drag of retreat of his longs fingers. Drawing them out he shows me the evidence tsking, “She never lies. What’s all this fighting for pet?”

A slow, maniacal grin spreads over his face. But his eyes flame harder — darker with challenge. His jaw kicks. “How long are you going to keep playing in my fucking face? When are you going to let us have something?”

Blinking I wonder if seeing everyone else with some semblance of a relationship has him in his feelings. I scoff remembering he doesn’t have any. If he did he wouldn’t have his hitters watching my parents and siblings all the way in Alabama.

“And by something you mean —?” I trail off making my eyes big as I taunt him.

“Happiness, brat,” he hisses, positioning the broad head of his dick at my entrance. “But, I have no problem taking what you’re willing to give me.”

Pushing in he stretches me to the hilt. The pleasure-pain has me gasping.

“Ohmygoodness,”whimpering, I clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into the fabric of his Henley. Inch by hard inch me makes me take his dick.

“Fuck, wife. I love stretching this pussy out. ii ko da ne” He slams home again and again. Calling me his good girl always sends me over the edge wanting him. Digging my heals into the soft warm ground probably crushing s thousand varieties of pansies I take everything he has to give.

Over and over her fucks into me. I feel him everywhere — deep. In my chest my heart threatens to explode from the intensity and golden bliss looking into his dark passionate gaze. He’s sending me into nirvana with every thrust.

“Takashi —” My nose stings, my eyes water. I can’t deny him this, the truth. Things I dare not say.

His gaze softens, “My beautiful wife.” Leaning in he presses a soft kiss to my brow. Though his hips never stop their relentless surge and drag. Not when he makes me come the first time. By the second he driving so deep and fucking me so hard I think he may hate me.

He hitches my legs higher making me take it all.

“Mine,” he growls reaching between us savaging my clit with just enough menace that I come in seconds. He grits it out this time in Japanese “Watashi no,” when he follows me over the edge.

I hate how much I love when he calls me his.

Takashi

“Takashi,” she mumbles, calling me like she always does in her sleep. I drag her closer. Her juicy ass is snug against my dick. I’m right at the entrance but I don’t push in. Not wanting to wake her. She exhausted from the chase. I brought he back here and we showered the scent of the custom made vanilla-rose making my dick hard with some type of Pavlovian effect and I had to have that pussy again. She was dead on her feet when I tucked her in and finish my ablutions.

She whimpers snuggling closer to my heat

I like to give her options. Bringing her here was one. She knows our safe words and hasn’t used them. Maybe she sees the futility of her actions. Leaving me is not an option. She can fight, we can fuck but she’s mine. I gave her my name and soon she will give me heirs for the Takeda Legacy.

She can keep her little BITE enterprise as soon as she likes to say get some “act right” because it pleases me to see how much her success in tech makes her so proud.

Still she won’t stop fighting and I don’t expect her too. What would be the fun in that, I think drifting off.

“Takashi,” Sitting up at the sound of my brother’s voice I already know when I see my bothers and cousins standing in front of that she’s gone.

Throwing off the covers I stand before them nude. Walking over to the closet, I look at them as I begin to shove clothes into a bag.

“I assume she took the Mclaren. Flight number?” I ask feeling my fucking heart cave in.

“Unknown.” Akchiro says, clearly.

So a private flight.

“Prosper isn’t available so who helped her? Flower?” Giving my older brother a hard look I rise slipping a pair of slacks. She had the time, opportunity and motive to do it. She wants her friends happy. Me having to give Bridget a correction in the midst of our gathering was a clear sign we are having issues.

“Probably,” he concedes unbothered. His wife is mere months from giving birth. She loves her friends. He loves her. Hell, I love her and she off limits. We deal with our wives and their shenanigans on an individual level.

“Likely, Ev is gone too.” Riyu gives Akchiro and Kiyoshi a telling look. “Let’s not forget how Easy got away from Angel.”

“We told you not to keep them. It had to be their choice to stay. Consider it a favor.”Kiyoshi waves his hand like he wasn’t literally beheading people when Krie left his ass.

“Fuck off.” I grit.

“Meinu,” Riyu calling our older cousin a bitch would be amusing if I wasn’t reading to kill them all.

“Just make sure when you find them you manage to keep them this time.” Hisashi says so smoothly I wonder if his Monster is in control.

“Come on brother, Let’s go find our wives.” I mutter grabbing my shit with him on my heals.