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It doesn’t matter how many hours I’ve wiled away in the garden, it means nothing if I’m locked away. I don’t care if the late fall night is cooler, I rather be out there than locked inside. Yet, I know if Hisashi returns, and I’ve not showered he will insist on doing it. I’d rather not add to my torment thank you very much.
After a bracingly hot shower and moisturizing with my favorite vanilla-rose, he’s obviously procured from the source, the Love Apothecary and my cousins, Crimson and Clover, I step into the main bedroom. The room is cool. There is another kimono robe on the bed, pink and purple dragon printed on the soft silk. Twilight is on the horizon, and I can see the first sparkling stars in the night sky. I almost want to squee. They didn’t lock me in again.
Hearing his firm strides, my heart squeezes and other lower parts clench. Hisashi stops just at the entrance leading to the garden. He shoves his phone in his pocket. “Just in time for dinner.” He holds out his hand waiting.
Unable to take my eyes off him and his sheer beauty I tread over to him slipping my feet into the sandals I used earlier for the garden.
His hand is hard, firm, and warm when I place mine inside of his. Tugging me behind him he leads me back to the small table. The table is dressed for two, but I know better than to attempt to sit in the chair opposite him. The bone china tableware is thesame from this morning. My heart starts beating harder than before if that’s even possible.
Pulling me into his lap, he says nothing of my stiffness. “I’d thought after you had time to enjoy the garden to your heart’s content today, you’d be more receptive to eating this evening,” he muses, reaching around me to fill the plate with fingerling potatoes, broccolini, and red snapper. More of my tantalizing favorites. I wonder if my cousin, Krie even questioned this special request because she makes it off menu just for me.
Forking some of the succulent fish he brings it to my lips. Opening I then close my mouth around the aromatic fish chewing slowly. It practically melts on my tongue but it could be paper. All I see is smashed plates, bowls, saucers, cups, and serving platters. Nicks in his skin and flecks of blood splatter on his clothes. My nose stings, tears slip free.
I cough chewing a fingerling potato. He stops placing the fork down and handing me water. “Why are you crying?” He sounds genuinely troubled.
“You mean other than the fact you kidnapped me and are probably going to kill me?” I scoff after taking a sip clearing my clogged throat.
“Yes, other than me kidnapping and not deciding whether I want to kill you or not, yet,” he deadpans.
“Why are you using this tableware, Hisashi?” I turn to catch his puzzled gaze as he looks from the table to me then back to me. I can tell he’s trying to place something in his mind.
“I-it was the one you liked,” he states with a vagueness almost as if it’s a question.
I swallow when his gaze reaches mine. He just looks — lost.
Despite everything my heart shatters all over again.
Lips pressing into a hard line, he shifts uncomfortably, his gaze shifting away, then back. “I found a receipt for the purchase — later. Then I remembered you liked it. You smiled and kissedmy cheek, then ducked your head to apologize because that isn’t my way — to behave so freely in public.” He eases back from me, propping his arm on the arm of the chair, looking at me through half cast eyes. “Am I misremembering?” He waits as if in challenge, but there’s more confusion and hope he’s doing everything in his power to mask.
“No.” I smile at him a little. I long to reach and touch that hard jutting chiseled jaw. I bite my lower lip hard. “Is that all you remember about them?”
“Ahem,” he clears his throat then shrugs. “You took them with you. There was only the receipt. I made sure to get everything you liked and bring it here for your visit.”
“Oh.” I look around at the garden so similar to the one we spent so much time in on our walks. It’s not similar I realize but an exact replica. The bed. Ours. Ohmygoodness. What is he doing?
“Hisashi—”
“You need to eat, Taylor.” He sits back up grabbing the fork spearing the broccolini, clearing his throat. “I will replace the dishes if they upset you.”
I catch his wrist. “No, I do like them. I just thought they were part of the punishment.” Leaning forward I pull the vegetable off the fork with my teeth to chew.
His other hand snakes around my middle pulling me back onto his hard dick. “You will know when I’m punishing you, little bitch.”
He makes me feel him pressed hard against my pussy as he feeds me.
“Done?” he asks when I shake my head at the mostly gone fish.
“Yes,” I tell him, hoping I can get up without the evidence of my desire causing me further embarrassment. I know his expensive suit has a stain from my arousal.
“Now it’s your turn to feed me.” On cue Aiko comes and replaces my meal with his. Thin slices of Kobe beef, horseradish and ponzu sauce, and an array of vegetables. The broth is steaming. I dunk the meat into it using the chopsticks. Taking it out I twirl it around with the vegetables feeding my mean ass husband.
“If I knew you had this, I would have eaten this too,” I grumble.
“I didn’t want to risk it with the way you’ve been wasting food,” he tsks just as his phone buzzes.
I know it’s his brother or some other member of his family. No one else would dare interrupt him while he is at home.
He holds his fingers up to his mouth his eyes hard, letting me know a severe punishment awaits if I make a sound.
