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“Can’t I just tell the room at large? I know you’re watching me,” she huffs.
“Unfortunately, I have a company to run. It prohibits me from watching over you as much as I like.” Not bothering to deny the accusations in her words or gaze, I look her squarely in the face.
“Being worried when you’d next appear and do some crazy shit killed my appetite.” She cuts me the meanest look she can muster.
“Ohhh, sweet little bitch, don’t you know better than to use the word crazy? It’s ableist.” My soft words belie the deftness with which I flip her head over ass so that she’s over my knee.
“We use person first language in this house.” I give a single slap to her ass. “Crazy. Psycho. Pencil or eraser eater. Idiot.Stupid. Spaz. Nutjob.” I highlight each word with a smack to follow. “Will not be even thought by you. I don’t disrespect you and I will not tolerate being called those names.” Heat flushes my cheeks but not from the effort I’m using. I know enough about myself to know when I’ve been triggered. Forcing myself to stop, I rub her bottom soothing away the hurt I caused.
She holds herself stiff but I can see the wetness between her thighs. I’d done a good job of not letting her nakedness get to me but seeing her response to the punishment meted out on her juicy ass has my dick pearling.
“Do we have an understanding?” I growl, dipping my fingers between her thighs running my fingers through the essence. Bringing my wet digits up to my mouth, I suck them clean.
She’s still nodding when I right her. “I’m sorry.” I can tell she means it and is not saying it out of fear. She seems ashamed for saying it.
Giving her a brief nod, I move her back nestled against my chest.
“Some punishment. She should be on her knees.”Ignoringhisharsh, scoffing complaint, I continue with the aftercare. Rubbing the goosebumps on her shoulders I note the chill of the room. She had to be chilly today. She never complained to the staff. Probably thought it was part of her punishment.
Solace surrounds us as we both look out into the garden.
“Why am I here, Hisashi?” Her voice sounds small, yet I detect the barest thread of hope.
“I’m punishing you,” I say simply, holding her until I feel her drift off.
Liar.
Chapter
Nine
Taylor
A kimono robeis on the bottom of the bed with a note on top of it. Crawling over to the edge I pick up the card.
Enjoy the garden ~ H
I don’t know if I should trust anything he does at this point. He said unequivocally that I’m here to be punished. I’m not going to make it easy. I know from therapy and studying people with his particular personality that fighting is futile, he’ll only become more obsessed, his purpose darker.
My only hope is to get him to see me as Tay-chan again and not somethinghe gets to punish or conquer. Arguing with him is pointless. He has months probably years to plan this.
Me coming to Shelby-Love was a mistake. Writer’s block be damned because a change of scenery had done nothing to help my loss of words. In fact, it only seemed to exacerbate it. Icouldn’t refuse FADE’s request when he asked that I be the artist in residence. The kids were inspiring, to say the least. It’s just that I can’t fake it anymore. I’d barely pulled the show off. It wasn’t even new material — not really. Despite the calls to come back to Broadway and rework the material for a new production, I know without a doubt it would be an epic failure.
Hisashi taking me was a blessing in disguise. Hopefully, I’ll slip from people’s minds and the expectation of me delivering something fresh, new, and innovative to the theater masses will be forgotten until I am truly ready. That is, if I ever am. If he ever lets me go — even live.
I have no doubts he hates me. Leaving him after we promised forever. Abandoning him after he lost his father. He doesn’t care about my reasoning. I don’t know if I do either. I have never forgiven myself. How can I ask him to forgive me when I can’t?
My shower is quick. I make sure to use sunscreen since I’ll be in the garden.
I’m just trying my kimono robe on when there is a light knock on the door. “Come in,” I say, as if I have a choice.
Aiko comes inside bearing a tray laden with food and coffee. “Takeda-san says you may like to have breakfast in the garden.”
“Yes.” Smiling at her, I watch her put the tray on the table in front of the sofa before going over to the wall adjacent to the wall of windows. My eyes round as she steps up to it, pressing her fingertip into a place that is smooth and indistinguishable from the rest of the panel from where I stand gawking. A panel lifts, she leans in, a beam of light pulses. She shifts as another panel emerges. This one has a keypad. Then she presses a code into the kanji pad that I can’t make out.
The doors open disappearing into unseen pockets. Turning back to me she smiles sheepishly coming to pick up the tray again. “Follow me please.”
I follow, the small realization that escaping this hidden Samurai mansion in the absolute nowhere of Alabama is going to be impossible. Retina and fingerprint scans, hidden panels, not to mention I know he’s watching my every move with hidden cameras. I wouldn’t be surprised if he placed a chip beneath my skin. I didn’t feel any raised areas but doubt that he’d make it obvious. Hisashi is brilliant. His cleverness has never been the issue. It will make my leaving him absolutely impossible.
