There is a tray of food in the ottoman with coffee, my preferred drink, along with an American-style breakfast. My tummy immediately makes its preference known.
Obeying my body’s command, I fold my legs beneath me as the custom here dictates, looking at the delicious offering. Biscuits, sausage, eggs, and a bowl of fresh fruit.
There is a note:
My little vicious one, I feel a twinge of pain in my shoulder as I write this, but it is nothing compared to seeing you starve yourself to spite me.
I’ve decided to relent to give you this round. I know there is nothing you won’t do, even hurt yourself, to spite me. This has been my undoing — hearing your tummy growling when you do not take sustenance. It cannot be allowed.
My advice to you is to eat your fill. Enjoy your reprieve. Once I return, I shall have my retribution for your obstinacy. I seed round one to you. Your reckoning awaits.
R
“We’ll see, sensei.”Smiling, I shake out my napkin placing it in my lap. “Yummy,” I hum around the delicious eggs, then spear the sausage so I can devour my breakfast.
Chapter 7
The Gift ???
Riyu
My little runaway wife got me fucked up. I wasn’t prepared for her to comply the way she did in the bath.
Clever little minx, I think shucking my clothes and stepping into my own shower. Fisting my raging dick I slick the precum down my shaft thinking of how soft and ready she was for me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan moments later when my come shoots in hot jets. This little motherfucker almost unmanned me. If I don’t get it together all my hard work will be for naught.
She lured me into thinking she was ready for a new start only to run from me and lose our baby in the process.
Pain slices through me thinking of the her having to experience that trauma alone. Needlessly alone. I should spank her ass for the insult.
Her cycles being painful are not lost on me. Many nights I held and comforted her when as she suffered. Even had medication and herbs prescribed for her to make her ordeal easier. I know better than anyone how she suffers. Just as I know she chose to go it alone rather than accept my help.
The knowledge grates. Just as her fucking punishment awaits.
Now that I have business settled enough, I dedicate time to her retraining. This time I will make sure it sticks.
After moisturizing my body, I step into a comfortable lounge set in a green so dark it looks black, made of roughened silk and linen.
In the dark recesses of the closet, I retrieve a black velvet box with a bow attached.
I hit the intercom. “Bring Mrs. Takeda out to my private terrace. Then I’d like dinner served.”
Watching as the attendant bows,leaving Ev standing just outside the entrance to my suite’s terrace, I’m struck by her quiet kind of beauty. She likes her curls short. They’ve grown out into curly mop of soft natural curls that frames her face like a halo. Taller than her other friends, she is still is no match for my six-foot-two at five-foot-nine. Her curves round out her tall frame in luscious sexy way.
“Come.” Gesturing to the box, I nod to the gift.
Approaching as though she expects a viper to jump out and bite her, Ev stops just short of arm’s distance.
“I know after all this time you’re not frightened of a little gift from me, wife. Come get it,” I tease with a nasty little smirk forming on my lips.
She had me at a disadvantage earlier. Now, I shall prove that turnabout is indeed fair play.
“What is it?” Wary eyes stay on the box as if trying to look through the black wrapping.
“A gift. Why don’t you kneel for me, beloved.” Dark hazel eyes snap to mine. A moment passes. She shakes her head, taking a step back.
“Oh, still running, pet?” I don’t bother to hide the mock disappointment as I tsk, “Pity.”
