Yuta's Wife (Oneshot?)

Trapped

"Let me go!" I yelled screaming and kicking at the men dragging me towards a waiting black car. No one came to my aid. No one offered to help. Some looked on curiously while others just looked annoyed.
I had tried escaping. Again. It didn't go so well. This time I got further than I had last time! I have to say I was kind of proud of myself. The men said nothing as they forced me into the car. They sat on either side of me. Meaning no chance of escape like last time. I tried rolling out of the car last time, and man did rolling out of a moving car hurt like a bitch! It looked so easy and cool in movies. The reality was a different story.

Yuta was beyond pissed and didn't leave my side for nearly an entire week. Constantly shooting me looks before going back to his work. It was so annoying. He worked from our so-called "bedroom". It was all a load of bullshit. I was just here because of my worthless father.

He had been getting higher up in business and I was close to getting an art scholarship. Things were looking up for him and I. Then it all changed. Typical cliche scenario. My dad got greedy and stole from the company. Yuta's men showed up and took me from my home. I became a prisoner in Yuta's home. Aka, his wife. I had never met the man. Never seen him. Now I was "married" to him.

Hence the reason I was trying to escape. Again. Except Yuta's men always seemed to find me. It was so annoying. This was my third attempt and Yuta seemed more annoyed than before.

"Failed again I see." Yuta didn't look up from his desk. His men left us and I know I heard them lock the door.

"I didn't fail. You cheat!" I accused walking over to the door. I yanked on it a few times before kicking it.
"Don't take your failure out on my door." He responded calmly.
"Don't lock me in and I won't kick your stupid door!" I huffed and stalked over to a chair in front of his desk. I sunk in it. My ego was bruised, again.
"Don't act like a chil-"
"I'm the child!?!" I sat up. "You're the one keeping me locked in this stupid place!" I stood up. "I was perfectly happy and on my to earning a very hard and well-deserved scholarship! Then you come along,"
He interrupted "Technically it's your father's fault."
"You could have taken him to a court or fired him but NO!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. You kidnap me and act like I'm some possession! News flash!" I stood and slammed my hands on his desk. I spoke through gritted teeth. "I'm. Not."

Yuta glanced up at me and had I liked him I would of bit my lip. I would have giggled. Teased him. Egged him on, but Yuta was the enemy. I despised him.

He calmly walked around his desk. The dominant aura he was giving off had me nearly shrinking. Instead, I held my ground. Well, tried to. He moved so my back was now pressed against the mahogany desk. Arms on either side as he leaned in casually. Great. Just fucking great! I was stuck!

"Darling," he switched to English. Fuck! He knew it was my weakness. Being English I knew Japanese fairly well. So communication was rarely a problem. Except for each time, his English improved and I found myself yearning to hear more from those sinful lips.
"You keep forgetting." He paused leaning in.

I leaned back further and further. I thought I was going to fall onto his desk but his hand gripped my neck pulling me up. "Who you belong to?" He asked with a raised brow.

Fucking Japanese man! Fucking Nakamoto! Fucking Yuta!

It hadn't taken him long to figure out my weak spots. Most of them I didn't even know I had. The constant switch from Japanese to English then back to Japanese. The way he gripped my hair during sex. The way he looked at me that could just about make me cum on the spot. The marks he left behind that had me a whimpering mess. The way he stopped just before I was about to cum that had me begging. Sometimes literally on my knees while I kissed his cock repeatedly. That seemed to be a favorite of his. He loved having power over me and the bastard didn't even try and hide it.