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Hot water laps around me easing my sore aching muscles inside and out. Stretching, I allow the hot sudsy bubbles to cascade over my skin and just luxuriate. The smell of vanilla and rose waft around me. How he got Crimson to make him enough of the exclusive fragrance I’ll never know. This formula is only for Loves and he has it here in his estate in the British countryside.
I’m so curious. Is he blackmailing her? Not Crimson. For as sweet as she is, she’s not a pushover. She and her sister, Clover, run the Love Apothecary. Crimson is the compound pharmacist and Clover is the perfumer and together they make up the team who creates and market the little boutique pharmacy. How Hisashi gets the scent exclusive to only Loves is a mystery.
“Do you want a snack?” he asks though he’s holding a tray with food and rosé. My tummy growls in response. “Sure.” Canting my head to the side I try to gauge his mood.
Last night it seemed as if he was overtaken after our passionate encounter. When we got back to his flat in London, he took his time lacing me in jute. My body sang and stung all at once as the bonds pressed and tightened against my erogenous zones.
Methodically he toyed with me as I sat bound and naked before him. Taking my hair down brushing it in long sweeps around my shoulders.
“I dreamed of this,” he murmured, his voice in cold cultured Japanese that sends chills down my spine. “Of you like this — my pretty little fuck doll.”
Trapped under his cold gaze I almost hated myself for the way my body responded to his cruelty.
Even now part of me wants to cringe at the way I let him fuck my mouth, use my throat. How I greedily took his come and begged for more.
In the end I did everything he demanded of me in his cold monster form, loving every moment. It’s almost comforting when he’s like that, the worst of him shining through having free rein, he knows me to the depths of my battered soul.
“Eat.” Placing the bath tray in front of me, he tilts his head mimicking mine seeming to try to read the inquiry in my gaze before pivoting and going across the room.
Dragging a chair from the vanity behind him, he drops his long form in the chair, his eyes skating across my body. Gaze heating when he takes in the rope bruises, I can’t tell if the look is one of pleasure or not. He almost looks jealous. I can’t fathom why.
“Was last night pleasurable to you, little dove?” He crosses his legs and arms across his chest.
“Very much,” I answer, taking sip of the 2012 Domaine De La Romanee-Conti.
“Hm, what did you enjoy most Tay-chan?” he muses.
“Why so you can punish me by withholding it?” Taking a long sip, I shake my head. “Nope. Nopity. Nope. Nope.” Placing the empty glass on the tray I take a grape and a strawberry popping them into my mouth one after the other.
A cool smile spreads across his gorgeous face. “Maybe I want to know what pleases you more, so you’ll want to stay with me this time.”
I pause swallowing hard to keep the fruit from choking me.
“So, you’re not going to kill me, like you planned?” I push the tray away readying for the fight I know is coming.
Shoving the chair away he kneels beside the tub taking the sponge floating on the surface. Silent as the darkest part of night he starts smoothing the bubble ladened softness against my skin. “Only if that were the only way I could keep you by my side. I’d rather visit your tomb every day.” Touching my chin he lifts my face, his eyes searching my own. “But that won’t be necessary will it. You want to be with me.”
Closing my eyes against the truth, I nod turning my face into his palm. I never wanted to leave him in the first place. I was forced to. Telling him that would cause a chasm between him and his brother. I know he probably wouldn’t believe me at this point. He’ll think I was just trying to say anything to keep him from punishing me.
“Thought so,” he murmurs finishing my bath.
Stepping out I allow him to moisturize my body. “Addictive.” Pressing a kiss on my tummy he rises when he finishes.
“I have a surprise for you if you’re willing.”
“Oh?” A small thrill of surprise has me quirking an eyebrow.
Pushing me in front of him he walks me into the main bedroom suite. There on the bed is several layers of jute.
“Okay?” I drag the word out. Him tying me up is no surprise but expected. As I round on him I stop. He’s stepping out of his clothes. He nods to the garments he’s laid out on the bed. “Being dressed enhances the experience.”
Wordlessly I put on the clothes he’s laid out for me. It’s a pink two-piece catsuit. The sleeves are long reaching well past my fingers with thumb holes. It clings to every curve of my body piercing between my lower lips with tantalizing precision. I find myself having to stifle a moan of pleasure as the material molds to my body. Have I become so much a hedonist? Has he made me so much his creature? I know I am his. From the momenthe claimed me in that garden I knew and now I am helpless to do anything other than acquiesce to his every desire. Hisashi Takeda has captured me, heart and soul, it is up to me now to take part in my own destruction or liberation.
Clothes covering nearly every inch of my body but accentuating every nuance of the already primed flesh he’s teased near completion, I turn to his naked and primed body open to my every desire.
He’s never offered himself in this way. So selflessly open to me. Trusting that I won’t hurt him. Trusting I won’t use the knowledge I have about his desires and weaknesses against him in the worst way.
The thought never reaches beyond the periphery of my mind as I begin to lace him in rope led by his solemn words. Beginning at his neck to string the jute along his torso overlapping and interlacing him in an intricate knot. Kinbaku is practiced without knots. I hit all his pleasure sensors careful of his sac and dick not to constrict blood flow but to enhance it.
