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Getting in my Maybach I pull up my phone. Taylor has moved from the sofa facing the garden. Her gilded cage has been stripped of all amenities except the basics of bed and seating area.
Her head lifts as one of my trusted servants, Aiko from my family’s home comes in bringing her another tray. She shakes her head. “I’m not really hungry, thank you though,” she says tothe older woman, who frowns and says in stilted English, “You must eat, ma’am. You barely touched your food earlier today.”
“Yeah, well I’ve been kinda stressed. Do you think I can get permission to go outside?” She smiles hopeful to the attendant.
“But it’s dark now.” Aiko waves helplessly to the expansive garden. I haven’t told them she cannot leave but my staff is not stupid. They are well aware the door is locked for a reason even if they don’t know why.
“Tomorrow, then?” My eyes narrow at the hope she puts into her voice.
“Hai, maybe, miss.” Aiko nods nervously, her gaze skating around the room as if she expects to be lambasted at any moment.
“You know what? Never mind, I will take it up with Takeda-san.” She hurries to reassure the servant she never should have put in such a shameful position.
She’s obviously forgotten herself. I will take pleasure in reminding her later.
“Spank that plump ass,” hedemands.
“Oh indeed,” I murmur, pulling out of my executive parking space to head off campus and meet my brother and our team at The Camellia.
Holdingthe steaming plate in my hand I lean in to allow my retina to scan the entrance of Taylor’s room. She sits up when I enter.
Not sparing her a glance, I move over to the wall of windows that face the garden. “Lights.” Lumosity surrounds us at my command. “Come here.”
Her eyes rake me from head to toe. “I’m not hungry.”
“I won’t be repeating myself,” I say, removing my jacket, draping it over the arm of the sofa. “If you refuse, I will beforced to have a feeding tube placed.” I don’t bother to look her way. “Outdoor lights, dim.” The garden lights with fairy lights strategically placed throughout dim. Areas of the garden are highlighted. The temperatures in the south allow for a beautiful Japanese garden. I also had some of the regional plants — camellias, posies, roses, flowering dogwood, and honeysuckle incorporated.
“Wow,” she whispers more to herself moving from the bed and coming over to me.
She sits in the farthest corner of the sofa. “Not there.” I ease back, making room on my lap for her.
She hesitates, and her gaze shoots to mine. I quirk an eyebrow, daring her to balk. I almost want her to. Any reason to punish her brings me unmitigated joy.
“You don’t need a reason. She belongs to us,”my monster nudges in the recesses of my mind. It’s a gentle persuasion.
I like playing games with my little bitch though, so I say nothing, just let her fall into my web. Either way, I win. She sits, I touch her. She doesn’t. I touch her — harder.
I have to keep her nourished this time, though. I won’t make the same mistake.
Slowly, she’s trudging like she’s knee deep in the mud. We get down here sometimes after a torrential rain until she comes to stand between my thighs.
I have to bite back a groan when her plush scent greets me. She’s clean, having freshly showered, though she hasn’t left this room all day. Though I guess anxiety can make you sweat.
“You washed my come off you,” I remark, pulling her back against my chest just where I want her. Now her ass is sitting on my rapidly hardening dick. I position her so that I’m nestled between her warm cheeks.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” she quips before she can stop herself.
“No, I didn’t,” I concede. Reaching past her, I get the plate and silverware. I had the food precut to prevent any mistakes or accidental stabbing.
I fork some of the garlic mashed potatoes, bringing them to her mouth. She hums with pleasure, making my heart and dick jolt.
I don’t bother to taunt her as I spear the brandy braised short ribs and feed those to her. By the time I move to the rosemary glazed asparagus, she’s eating with gusto.
For some bizarre reason, my monster and I both relish in feeding her, even take pride in it.
“I’m full,” she says at last, shaking her head. I put the plate down.
“You will eat the food my staff prepares for you. If you want something different, something perhaps from your cousin’s restaurant like I brought you tonight, you will inform Aiko and she will get a message to me,” I tell her calmly, though I know she was deliberately starving herself today out of petulance and I don’t like it.
