SIXTEEN

Akchiro ~ Outta My Head

In my office I watch the CCTV as Flower sobs, covering her mouth looking around the room for evidence of me. I will myself to feel nothing as she scrambles from the bed rushing to the bathroom.

Forcing myself to return to work, I still find myself watching the live stream of our suite trying to ignore the ache lodged in my chest like motherfucking ax.

She's in the bathroom an abnormally long time. So long, I almost call attendants to go check after I've finished two tasks and given my assistant a follow-up call and she's still not returned.

Tapping my Namiki fountain pen idly on my desk beside some contracts I need to sign, my mind goes back to all the time she spent in the bathroom the prior evening when she insisted she'd forgotten the time. Her whole manner seemed off as if she were hiding something, yet there was nowhere for her to hide anything when she stood bare before me.

Eventually, she emerges freshly showered. There is something in the way she's walking that has my eyes narrowing. I can't put my finger on it, but something is off with her gait. She moves over to the closet going into the walk-in.

As soon as she does the motion activated cameras comes on. She walks over to the vast array of clothing provided. I wonder if she'll choose another oversized hoodie and sweatpants to wear again.

I'll take pleasure in ripping it off her and having it tossed overboard should she dare defy me. She doesn't. She picks a pair of navy linen pants and a crisscrossed top fitted across the chest and flows out in an a-line design. She picks up her sandals taking them and placing them by the entrance of the suite for going above deck later.

Going over to the seating area, she orders breakfast then turns the tv on, but doesn't watch it. She walks over to the bookshelf and picks up a book. Tucking it under her arm, she takes her seat again. She shifts, crossing her legs, winces and puts it back down. It's so slight, I'd have missed it if I hadn't been watching her so intently. I know the cause can't be from our love-making last night. I pause thinking of the act that took place in her suite. That is exactly what happened between us. We made love. I was too enthralled by her to stop it; realizing as she gave me the most beautiful apology that I didn't want her to stop. I loved it. Everything she did harkened on the love we made every day until the day she left with Asa.

She made me weak last night. My teeth clench at the fucking thought. I held her long after she'd fallen asleep. Just held her, our bodies sticky, cooling from our exertions.

Finally, knowing if I stayed and woke up with her, I would be lost in her again. Lost to the emotion I tried to strangle that keeps trying to burst free every time I'm in the same room with her. I fled like a coward from a slip of a woman I could crush with my words and my bare hands if I wanted. That's the damn problem though, isn't it? I'm not sure I want too anymore. I almost forgave her for everything. I almost said the words I know she longed to hear. Words she doesn't deserve.

Instead of joining the call already in progress between my brothers and cousins who lead the vast Takeda holdings, I mute them to watch my wife.

Within minutes attendants come to bring her morning meal. Flower is unfailingly kind but there is a reserve she has with them I don't normally see. I know she thinks they report to me. An unnecessary concern though she can't know I have cameras watching her every move beyond the obvious one trained on the bed I had installed to watch over her as she recovered.

She struggles through the breakfast — an array of her favorites; eggs, Conecuh sausage I had imported because she loves it, and grits her mother gave our chef the recipe for. It bothers me to watch the way she stares of into the distance for long moments between bites. She barely touches the mocha she loves so much aside from a few sips.

Frustration abrades me like low quality silk as I watch her push the food away and ring for attendants. Agitatedly she paces back until they come to take the food way. She rolls her eyes when they inform her of another fitting. She's shaking her head vehemently as she and Miranda, the Australian girl go back and forth.

After several minutes they all leave. Flower flounces over to the seating area out of what I guess she assumes is out of the line of sight of the camera, sitting down wrapping her arms tightly around herself. She crosses and uncrosses her legs again. It seems we are both frustrated.

"Come in," I say when I hear the knock at the door. Miranda enters, her face calm and serene despite the heated argument she's just engaged in with my wife.

"I sorry to brother you, Mr. Takeda." She bows as she's obviously seen her Japanese counterparts do but unlike them, she has come to me with a problem rather than solve it herself, which is what my staff normally does, knowing I am a person who rewards innovative thinking no matter the level of employ.

"Yes?" I place the pen beside the contracts, leaning back in my chair to observe the woman.

She presses her lips together sympathetically. "Mrs. Takeda refuses to do the fitting today. She says she never wore the dress from yesterday."

I blink at this pointless conversation nodding, "Hai, she did not wear the dress."

She seemingly puzzles this out. "Okay, well. I instructed her per your wishes due to the vast fluctuations in her weight we need to do fittings in accordance with your directive."

These were the instructions I gave because I feel that Flower has lost too much weight, and I see she's losing her lush curves. However, the implication being given is not at all what I intended.

We never had miscommunications in this level once we settled the truth of losing our first child. Now we seem to be adrift with too many people between us and now she's left with false assumptions and mis-messaging about what I want from her.

"I will handle it," I tell her steadily.

She gives her most winning smile. Years ago, I would have already had her set up in a suite in Tokyo ready to serve me. That is until I met the perfection that is my Hana. Now, all I feel is a vague annoyance that she'd dare contradict my wife though I'm not surprised. The staff I'm sure gossips seeing that they are not all from the loyal retainers we employ at home. Too many of our home staff are loyal to Flower due to her unfailing kindness and genuine nature. I couldn't bring them on my mission to retrieve my family. They would be appalled at my treatment of her an undoubtedly start an open rebellion and cause a mutiny on the ship. I have more than enough going on with my wife's treachery and the effect it's had on Asa to have to deal with staff too.

"Of course, Mr. Takeda. We serve at your pleasure." She pauses a moment longer to allow the double entendre to penetrate. I don't respond to her words just regard her with the stoicism I save for such encounters. I'm used to women of various levels in society approaching me but none who would dare being in such close proximity to Flower.

I make a mental note to have the captain drop her off on our next supply run in about a week's time with two month's pay.

Finally, I'm able to focus on my work though my gaze occasionally strays to watch Flower reading the book she got earlier.

"Okay, little buddy, I'll see you in a little while." Sadness pours from Flower as she hands Asa over to Ms. Satoh who comes to take him for much needed rest.

They've been together all morning and afternoon. After seeing her lose interest in the book she'd been reading I had Asa brought to her instead of having them come out on the deck. In part because the weather was overcast.

The change in her was immediate. For the first time since her being distraught at my leaving did I feel ease in my chest from the hurt I caused her.

Adding further insult to the weakness her actions from the prior evening evoked I found myself leaving my desk, delegating the work there to my brother's and cousins and joining my little family. Something I've not done since the very early days of Asa's life.

Her fucking eyes lit up like I'd given her a ten-carat diamond or rather a stack of rare books. They even drew me into their play time and songs. The hope shining in her eyes had my heart coveting more and more while the cold sadist in me demanded I crush it. She has you cuntstruck, wrapped around her clit like an acolyte, so fucking weak. Make her submit.

She brings my son over to me so that I can hug and kiss him, unaware that when I am not with her, I sleep in his room, watching over him until I can finally find solace in sleep. Solace, she took from me when she ran.

She lingers beside the door after following behind Ms. Satoh.

"Come here Flower." She jumps at my words. Her small shoulders tense.

"Now. I won't repeat myself," I seethe.

She's needling me more, using these petty acts of defiance to frustrate me, I assume in some futile attempt to attain a semblance of power. I'm disappointed she thinks to even try. She knows she can never win. I'd be amused if her actions last night hadn't left me at a disadvantage, one I intend to overcome.

Exhaling a pent-up breath, she turns, her face serene—a mask I immediately decide to crumble along with any notion she has of skirting her punishment.

"Stop."

She freezes just as she enters the seating area.

"Remove your clothing, please."

Shivering as if a blast of cold sea air has hit her body, Flower unbuttons the linen slacks she's wearing, stepping out of them. She picks them up, revealing her juicy ass, placing them on a nearby slipper chair.

"You're not wearing panties." I adjust myself seeing a glimpse of her slit as she bends over to retrieve them.

"No, A— husband," her voice is soft and demure as it should be when I need her to be my submissive, however her husband is the last thing I want to be right now. I need to dominate her to reestablish this new dynamic, I must have between us. Last night can never happen again. I need her to understand and never think to repeat it.

"You will call me Takeda-sensei, or Sensei that is all that I am to you now."

Looking as if I struck her, she nods reaching down to pull the shirt over her head.

"You need to say you understand this." The harsh, coldness of my words make her pause as she unclasps her bra.

"Yes, Sensei." Swallowing visibly, she takes the bra placing it along with the shirt on top of the pants.

I can't help watching in fascination the way her throat moves, knowing exactly how I want to reinforce her correction.

"You will kneel for me." I bite back a growl watching how fucking forlorn and lost she looks. The sick motherfucker that I am loves that shit. I'll have her tears next.

"Crawl," I say as soon as she assumes the position so prettily. Docile, a supplicant. Soft. Feminine. Mine.

"Come to me." I emphasize the statement with a flick of my finger. My Hana beautifully obeys.

On her knees, she bows low, arching her back at a delicious angle, keeping her plump ass high and face low to the ground like a good little sub.

"Good girl." My gaze trains on her when she stops resting her hand on my knees. She's such a pretty little thing, just so fucking eager to please me.

"You're beautiful on your knees, Hana."

Damn if she doesn't preen. She was made for this. Maybe this is what we were missing. What she longed for but didn't know how to ask, thinking I'd be displeased. A better husband would have saw her need to submit. He would have given her what she needed. There is no time for recrimination. We are here now. I will give her what she needs so badly. What she craves.

Leaning down, I cup her chin tilting it until her eyes reach mine. "Hana, would you like to please me now?"

She swallows visibly. "Yes, Sensei." Her voice is melodious, sensual, yet so needy.

"Are you wet for me, baby?" My dick pulses when the dark honey pools of her eyes darken more.

"Yes, Sensei."

"Let me taste." Reclining back, I watch as she slips her hand between her legs and delve inside her slick pussy lips. She brings her honey drenched digits up. They glisten with her essence. Leaning forward I cover them with my mouth sucking every bit off her fingers. She is delicious.

"So fucking good, Hana." Praise falls from my lips and twists my heart.

My gaze dips, locking on her throat. So delicate. Reaching out I cover her neck feeling the quivering tendons spasm under the pressure of my hands as I squeeze.

"Swallow for me." Precum stains my slacks as she does. "Hell, yeah."

Releasing her, my hands curl into fists as I rest them at my side. She's so sensitive so my needs. Such a good little subslut. There's no hesitation in her movements as she reaches for my belt slipping it free. Within seconds she's unzipped and freed my dick from the confines of my pants.

Her mouth is salvation covering me in its hot, soft depths. She sucks me deep. Taking me as far as she can with no hesitation. She's committed. She sucks my dick with a single purpose — to please me. Minutes pass as I let her lavish my dick with the paise of her tongue. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my damn toes curl when she sucks my balls into her mouth. They oscillate on her tongue as she switches them back and forth in a dance only she knows. I don't care as long as she doesn't stop. It feels so motherfucking good. She has me ready to give her the world. If she knows it, she doesn't exploit it. She just continues to love on me, tasting me like I've her favorite dessert.

Lifting, I push my pants down giving her access to all of me. She licks beneath my sac the way I've come to love.

"Fuuuuck," I groan. My dick is standing hard, glistening. The head is darker than plumb. I'm not prone to begging, so I bite back the words. Instead. I grab the hair she's secured in a messy bun dragging her ass back to her prize.

As soon as she covers me. I start fucking her face. I'm not mad but I fuck her mouth like I hate her — perhaps I do. It doesn't matter at the moment because she commands me. I am hers.

"Come on, take it," I urge her. Adjusting her angle, she positions herself so I have better access to her throat but it's too late. I'm a man possessed. I switch coming off the sofa. I tower over her. Forcing her head back against the cushions. I put a knee on the sofa caging her. She tilts her head back opening wide for me.

Gripping her hair, I thrust into her mouth fucking her throat. The way she fucking takes me, pushing through the gag. Hot damn. She takes as much of this dick as she can, letting me have her throat.

"Take my dick, Hana. Take it all," I groan, looking into the beautiful eyes begging me to forgive her, love her again. So soft, so good, so fucking sorry.

My nuts tighten. "Take my come down your pretty throat," I growl, fucking her face. Her eyes flare. She moans, sucking as my come shoots in hot spurts down her throat. I come so hard it spills out of the corners of he lips and down unto her breasts.

Pulling free, I rip my shirt off, then drag her up and onto the floor in front of the couch. Pushing her legs wide I feast my eyes on her lush, wet pussy.

Pulling those thick ass thighs over my shoulder, I bury my head in her pussy. She cries my name so prettily when I cover her with my mouth. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I swirl it with my tongue flicking it in slow methodical strokes. She clamps her thighs around my head fucking my face in return. It's like her pussy becomes sweeter when she climaxes. I groan. My dick is already getting hard again as she comes over my tongue.

She barely has time to recover before I cover her entirely, lifting her thighs higher. Relentlessly I fuck into her tight, lush pussy. I go slow, knowing how hard I used her last night. Still, she urges me, begging for more so prettily in Japanese. "Yes, yes, Sensei. More please, more."

"I can deny you nothing, Hana." I say giving her what she needs. "You're my good little fucktoy, huh?" I manacle her neck loving how her pupils bow wide in pleasure.

"Hai," She whimpers, taking my dick so well because she is made for it —made for me.

"It's s-so good," she moans against my lips. I take them, ravishing her. I cover her mouth with mine, making her take my tongue, sucking it deep just as her little pussy takes my dick.

"A-Akchiro—" she cries out, ripping her mouth free on a gasp as I bottom out, stretching her. Her body arches as she tries to accommodate me.

I barely give her time to catch her breath before I'm withdrawing and slamming home again. I set a punishing pace. Not to hurt her, but to give her what she craves, what she needs. Her muscles clench, her nails dig into my back as she meets me, fucking me back as my hips snap into hers. Our bodies are a cacophony of slick, filthy sounds as we fuck. We fuck out pain, we fuck out our anger and the shame.

I reach between us swirling my thumb on her clit in fast rushed movements, knowing we are both close but wanting so bad for us to come together. I feel her pussy tightening so hard as bliss takes her. It's like she's strangling my dick, but I keep fucking, squeezing her neck, driving deep, as she barely whimpers my name, the tears I long for slipping free. I lick them as my come pours from me in hot streams coating her welcoming hot flesh.

I gather her into my arms as gently as I can knowing she's entered subspace. "You were so good, Hana," I whisper against her damp curls. "So brave, strong." I press a kiss on her temple.

"You are beautiful." Whispering a kiss on her lips, I let her rest in the crook of my arm as I sit back against the sofa.

Long moments pass as I continue to hold her, whispering soft words of praise. Once she starts to shift, I get up pulling her with me.

We shower in silence. I know well the sense of vulnerability she feels and I'm careful not to shatter that fragile state. I notice a bruise on her inner thigh not sure how it happened thinking this is why she winced earlier. I make a note to be more careful with her.

"Will you stay?" Her question soft and full of vulernability as she slides over to make room for me in bed guts me when I know it shouldn't. Instinctively I feel like it's a manipulation.

"No." My voice is hard as I watch her face fall. Then that fucking swallow again but this time as she struggles against the disappointment.

Despite my words I get in beside her knowing I should leave. Knowing she's safely out of subspace. Still. The weakness I tried to root out seems to be trying to claw back into my heart.

She doesn't say anything, my clever little sub. She just curls those luscious curves into my taunt frame and rests her newly braided head on my shoulder like she's done for the last few years we've been together. My heart pounds but my soul is soothed. I may have won the battle but why does it feel like this little cute ass motherfucker is winning the war and my heart too?