Page 40 of Love on the Run

“Yes.” I stop when his thumb curls under my chin making me look him squarely in his eyes. He gives me no quarter.

“Yes, Takeda-sensei.”

He swoops in taking my lips. His mouth ravages mine. “I will give you this final chance to earn it, Hana. I will ask many things of you tonight. You will allow me these things.”

“Yes, Takeda-sensei.” How the fuck did I get so desperate for his fucking approval that I’d be willing to allow him to do this to me? Even as I ask the question, I know regardless of the answer I’m too far gone to care. I’m his willing submissive. To do whatever he wants.

“Lie down at my feet with your head facing me with your hands cupping your elbows.” He instructs, his voice seductive wrapping around me with sensuous talons melting all resistance away. I nod lying at his feet.

Lying at his feet in a couture gown he paid thousands for seems egregious, but he has more to prove tonight than just to me.

The cold teak floor presses against me, making my already hard nipples ache. My breath comes in fast, little bursts. I can feel myself starting to panic. Squeezing my eyes shut I remind myself.He loves you. He’s fighting it but you know he does. You saw it in his eyes. He’s still angry. You knew it was going to be bad. He’s never hurt you —at least not physically.

Once I am settled just at his feet I bring my breathing under control. He spreads his legs farther apart. “Come closer.”

I scoot until I’m underneath him. No sooner than I do, I feel the cold hard press of his foot on my neck. I can see the onyx shine of the pristine leather in the periphery of my glaze.

“This is the lowest position for a submissive who has displeased her master. This is where I should have placed you in from day one, not allowing you to proceed until you earned your place. I failed sleeping the night with you, listening to your wishes and your pleas. I allowed you to ensnare and entrance me. It wasn’t until I learned while away of your plans to disappear forever. New Zealand, was it?” His words are awhiplash of enraged Japanese. Each word almost guttural with rage.

“Yes, sensei. I’m so sorry.” Slow, steady pressure increases on my throat quieting me.

“Again, we shall see, Flower Takeda, just how sorry you are for the dishonor you have dealt me.” Soft awful words so full of promise. He reclines back with a nonchalant grace.

He doesn’t release the pressure on my neck. It remains strong and steady— almost a comfort, a reprieve. Minutes tick by until I hear the soft tread of multiple people coming in the room.

Hot mortification burns every inch of my body as the thought Takashi and Ryu seeing me like this. They saw the way I left their brother. They probably think this is just if not more than I deserve for not only the way I sought his face but nearly killing him in the process.

“Brother.” Both men say with the added reverence for his age and position as head of the family.

“My friend.” A voice completely devoid of emotion sends shivers through me. Akchiro presses lightly almost in reassurance.

“You honor me greatly, not only by your gift but by the invitation.”

I don’t hear any words, but my husband obviously made a gesture that the other man found pleasing.

“How are you enjoying your pets?” Akchiro asks after the men are served drinks, I can only assume from one of the pets I have just realized they have brought with them. The yacht’s staff would have been told to the retire for the evening save for the loyal retainers who have served the Takedas for generations.

“A challenge. As you can see, she still requires taming.” The man says musingly.

Hearing a muffled word, a snatch, followed by what can only be bruising smacks. It must some kind of Pavlov effect becausethe sound of those smacks sounding harder and harder by the moment causes my body to react in the most arousing way. My nipples, already hard pressing against the teak flooring, seem to bud harder, my pussy is getting wetter by the moment.

“It seems your pet is bothered, Takashi,” Ryu murmurs, his voice a seductive purr I’ve never heard from him before.

“As is yours.” His brother replies in an unsurprised tone.

In seconds, the sounds of the pets being serviced by the brothers and the unknown guest fills the room.

“You will be still.” Akchiro grates when I start to squirm. I still, not realizing I was moving at all so caught up in the sounds of men giving the women pleasure.

“Ohmygoodness.”

“Takashi.”

Hearing my best friends, Bridget and Evangelina screaming at the same time stops my breathing.

Several things click into place all at once. My husband has captured and meted out punishment to my friends thinking they helped me escape him. Which can only mean on thing — his New Zealand comment — Prosperity. Prosper, who helps women the world over escape death and abuse is one of the pets too. How else would he know where I was going?

My friends have been caught and made the property of my husband’s ruthless brothers and the unknown guest.

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