Page 22 of Love on the Run

“Akchiro,” gasping, swallowing against the heavy hand closing around my throat.

“Don’t. Speak. My. Fucking. Name,” he snarls down to me. His body is pulled as tightly as a bow. Every inch of him taunt. Muscles straining against his skin, like he’s just won a fight to the death.

His long hair whips around him, cascading to mid-back. Jaw hard, the muscle ticking as he tries to hold back aggression. Only...I don’t want him holding back.

Leaning into his grip, his eyes flare. “It’s like that, Hana?” He growls low. His voice like a distant rumble of thunder does not bode well.

“Y-yes, Sensei.” I deliberately hesitate. His mouth kicks up in a snarl, “Your safe word is lotus. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“No,” he snaps. “You have to say the words.”

“I understand, my safe word is lotus, Takeda-sensei.”

He looks at me a long time. I think he’s trying to decide if he wants to go down this road. He’s brimming with anticipation. He wants to do it so bad. He just never thought to do it with his wife. I know my husband. He has very clearly delineated lines in his life. He’d never want to mix his dark pleasures with the pristine life he’s created with Asa and me. The problem is that clean, pure life is not enough for him. He may not have strayed yet, but he will if his darker needs aren’t met, or maybe he has, remembering the perfume he smelled of earlier.

Pain of just thinking about the possibility slices through me, rage quickly follows. He sees it immediately as the thought crosses my mind. It shows so clearly on my face. He quirks an eyebrow inquiring silently.

“Haveyou been doing this with others?” I look him squarely in the face, daring him to lie. “There is no way, something this much a part of you can be denied.”

His hand immediately tightens around my throat. He leans in close, press my head against the wall trapping my breath, trapping me. His teeth clinch, anger seething through every part of his body. “You dare speak to me about fucking dishonoring you. You dare ask for my fucking face while you stand here at my mercy? You who fucking ran from me like a coward. Were you so concerned if I were fucking another when you left me and took my child? Would you have cared if you remained free?”

I swallow, but I don’t waver. “You need this. You haven’t ever been this way with me.” I let it hang there, daring him to deny my observation. My body trembles with anticipation of what he will do. My heart preparing for what he will say. I hate I’ve given him this leverage over me. Knowing I care, he will have the power to eviscerate me with mere words.

His face takeson a cruelty I've never seen before. “Before you, I only indulged in courtesans, professionals rope bunnies and subs when I needed to let my dragons out to play. There is a certain amount of pleasure only a good submissive can give me. Training you as my submissive was my original intent. Mistakes were made when I let you into my heart. In our marriage I controlled my desires because I didn’t want to hurt you physically or emotionally. I have no such compunction now. You will be my whore. You will be my good little slut. I will train you as I see fit. You no longer wanted to be a wife to me. Nearly killed me to get away. At long last I see you are only worthy of this. I will enjoy bending you to my will.”

His words should’ve mademe cringe. Should have made me fight, run screaming from the room, throwing myself overboard rather than subjecting myself to whatever humiliation he has in store, instead something inside of me softens.

A whimper escaped my lips. I lick my lips because they are dry, but also in anticipation — and want. His eyes track the motion. His face spreads in a feral grin.

He whispers, “I fucking knew it.” Before his lips come down, crashing upon mine.

He presses his lips hard against mine, nipping me, making me open for him. I lick out at the sting, only to have him capture my tongue before I can retreat. I struggle against him ripping my mouth away, panting trying to get some air, some distance so I won’t drown in him. His gaze snaps to mine, the dark onyx orbs filling with untamed pleasure.

“Good.I like when you fight. Makes the punishment better.” Releasing my throat, he grabs my hair bunching the slick, freshly pressed strands into the nape of my neck, tilting my head back until it is arched nearly to ninety degrees.

“Open for me, pet. Show your, sensei how badly you missed me and all the filthy shit I do to you,” he says against my lips, his lips brushing against mine with every word.

I moan, biting my lower lip. Wanting to give in but not wanting him to win so easily. He nips the corner of the top— hard.

“Aw—”

He pushes his tongue in, slanting his mouth over mine forcing me to suck it. He fucks my mouth with his tongue ruthlessly, roughly, making me take all of him. He devours me like he never has before—relentlessly, unapologetically, I don’t know who this man is. He’s not a man anymore. More likethe twin beasts writhing on his body. He is a dragon. Fierce, possessive and in this moment mine.

The cognitive dissonance is resounding, I shouldn’t want this. Still, my body thrums in response to his tongue lashing mine. I suck him, moaning and whimpering. The silk chiffon sliding against my body. I can feel the thick ridge of is dick through the thin material and I grind against him. Goodness. I’m working myself against him as I fellate his tongue. I’m so close.

“Uh-uh.” He pulls away from my mouth. “You’re here for my pleasure, yours is only incidental.” Again, the cruelty. The way it slants his mouth has the opposite effect. “I can tell it makes you so fucking wet to be treated like this.” Releasing my hair with such quickness I almost fall into him, I see a flash of something in his eyes as I right myself.

Gathering the dress at my hips he pulls it over my head in one swoop tossing it onto a nearby chaise.

Capturing my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he slowly rubs them. “See how hard they are?” He muses, not even looking up at me. “I should have known you were a virgin when the first time I played with them they were flat. I was the first man, the only man to suck on them, right?” With the soft inquiry, he increases the pressure daring me to deny him.

“Y-Yes, Sensei,” I stutter out. What else would I say with his fingers clamped so hard. I don’t know my tells, but obviously he does. His eyes are glacial. He pinches slowly, steadily harder. My toes curl. The pressure in my abdomen feels I like someone is beating in a steady beat. It hurts, but it feels so good.

“Akchiro,” I plead. The stinging pressure sends hot yearning sensations straight to my pussy. My essence slips from my lower lips and down my legs.

“Don’t say my name, slut. Not even in your thoughts.”

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