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Hostility rolls off her in waves. I don’t bother to address her or her disrespectful lack of greeting.
Sitting at the table I wait a bare second before Hiru and Aiko bring trays laden with food.
I don’t bother addressing the obvious, she knows what to expect. Still, she sits as the food is served. The servants attending us shift uneasily when it’s obvious she’s not joining me.
Such disrespect won’t be countenanced by a Takeda.
“Leave us,” I tell them in Japanese. With all calmness I lay my utensils down. Getting up I go into the room and retrieve the jute rope along with a little surprise for my naughty girl from one of the secret compartments I had made special for her room.
Saying nothing, not acknowledging her pique, I stride over to where she curled away from me. I sit beside her.
“I—”
Snatching her over my lap before she dares to get another word out, I quicky bind her hands. Bending her over my lap I spank her ass without remorse. She bites back her cries until she can’t anymore. She’s crying and shuddering after I have sufficiently warmed her bottom. I didn’t bother to count. She’s going to be feeling my correction for a few days.
“You will never leave me waiting again. Is that understood, little bitch?” Rubbing her bottom and soothing the sting and reminding her of the consequence of her defiance with a squeeze here and there, I wait for her answer.
“Hai.” Her words are clouded with tears which makes it hard to hear her.
“Hai, what?” Smacking her ass hard I snarl, low and hard in her ear as I press the clitoral vibe I retrieved moments ago into her wet pussy.
“Hai, sensei.” Her voice is high and thready.
Positioning the device snugly against her clit, I take out my phone and pull up the app. I hit the lowest setting. “Look how you prettily you slither for me. Like a good little cumslut,” I remark, rubbing along her back.
“Now get up and be a good girl and I may let you come later.” Dialing the app down I make her stand adjusting her kimono robe.
Taking her elbow, I lead her over to the table. “You will eat your entire meal.” Pushing her seat to the table, I untie her, going around to my seat.
Moments later my staff returns with salad. We eat in silence.
Once that is taken away, I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Ahem,” she clears her voice. It sounds strong despite her recent ordeal. “How was your day?”
“Horrendous, for many reasons but the chief one among them is your nuisance of a cousin, Thaddeus.” I lean backobserving her reaction. “Tell me. Is fucking around in other people’s lives a particular predilection for Loves?”
It was her turn to lift a brow, then she shrugs. “I didn’t know what Thaddeus was doing but knowing him and Loves I would say it is our predilection to put an end to what we see as an injustice. I don’t know if you’ve heard about our family’s history from around these parts but we happen to specialize in it. So much so that our people have gone far and wide doing much the same in whatever community we ended up in. My cousin Justice was killed because his mom and FADE’s were speaking out about the influx of drugs in their community. That was the same person who tried to kill FADE in this very town a few years ago.” She says all this with her eyes shining with fierce pride. I feel that same pride hearing her talk until her next words register.
“If you have such a problem with your company perhaps you should treat your employees better instead of blaming an eighteen-year-old kid who’s trying to help his community.” She grabs her wine taking a sip her gaze lasered on mine for a hot minute before she lowers it trying to cover her reaction.
Punish that little bitch. Hesneers.
Reaching for my phone I dial the app to low watching as she swallows. Holding the glass with great care she continues to take sips of her wine. Her grip tightens as the dial goes up. Her fingers tense, hand trembles, the other one on the table curls into a tight fist as she tries and fails to fight the sensations the device is creating in her honeyed regions.
“Care to add anything more to your assessment of my company?” The words drip with smugness as I watch her squirm battling the incessant pressure thrumming on her pussy.
“You h-have a problem with the truth?” she pants, her eyes glazing over with the impending orgasm.
“We treat our employees with respect and offer them a living wage. If your cousin had bothered to really talk to anyone whoworked at the plant, he would have found the truth out in minutes. He knows the truth now, but he and his friends still insist on causing more problems hacking our message boards posing as disgruntled workers,” I snap, increasing the dial up. “Now, you add his stubborn recklessness to your penance.”
I feel the liquid splash across my face before her words hit me with equal ferocity. “You fucking bastard.” She throws the glass at me for good measure, which thanks to my training, I dodge at the right moment before the crystal wine goblet smashes me in the head.
Turning the dial to the lowest hum I cross my hands over my chest. “When did you become so violent, little dove?”
The calmness of my tone raises her hackles. She sits up straighter paying close attention to my every move.
Strange malicious victory races through me when I see her swallow. I make her wait ignoring the liquid streaming down my face.
