“If you want to eat, you will do as your husband commands.” I dead-eye her, watching as she bristles.
“Why can’t you ask?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she still hasn’t moved.
I’ve had enough.
Rising, I stalk over to her. Gripping the back of her neck, I make her meet my gaze as I snarl,“Takedas don’t fucking ask.”
Keeping my grip strong. I walk her over to the table. Bypassing her chair, I steer her around to mine. Sitting, I drag her onto my lap.
“I’m sick of your shit, Bridget. You will behave like the wife I deserve, or you will pay the consequences,” I growl down into her furious face.
Her lips press into a hard line. “And what, pray tell, will those consequences be?” she dares. Her eyes spark with unhidden ire.
“I will spank your ass then pound it since that seems to interest you,” I promise.
“Oh really?” she quirks a brow. I’m not fooled. I know she’s ready to scratch my eyes out.
“Really.” Casting her a bored look, I nod to the food,“Feed me.”
Taking a breath so deep her entire top half rises, she takes a moment before her shoulders slump.
She nods.
Taken aback by this compliance, I watch as she takes the silver chopsticks lying in front of an array of dishes. She’s neverbeen this acquiescent. I’m not sure I should feel chuffed or a little worried I’ve broken her spirit.
Sitting back to enjoy my meal, I nod to the dish of broiled squid sitting in a delicious garlic and red pepper glaze.
Maybe this reunion won’t be as contentious as I thought.
That thinking flees the moment she buries the eating utensils in to my shoulder.
“Feed yourself, motherfucker,” she hisses with malicious relish.
“The fuck.” I roar, exploding from the chair, making her fly from the table. She topples head over tail onto the floor in such an indecorous fashion, it’s almost comical.
The kimono she’s wearing flies up, exposing her bare bottom and a glimpse of her equally bare pussy..
My dick surges to life as only attempted murder by one’s wife can cause.
“Oh, you’ve fucked up now,” I taunt her, slowly stalking over to her now scrambling backwards form.
Ignoring the silver glinting from my shoulder and the blood staining my clothes, I track her down, reveling in her panic.
I can tell the lack of concern I show for the injury her little homicidal ass inflicted is unnerving her. Good. She’s going to learn there is little pain I cannot endure and I will suffer it all for her.
“Why are you running, vicious one? You were such a bad bitch a moment ago.” I keep going until she’s backed herself into the wall.
Just as she curls her legs up into a tight ball to fend me off, I jerk her up.
Dragging her over to the table, I sweep the meal to the floor to make room for her curvy form. .
“Ri—” she screams as blood ruined dishes scatter all over the polished teak surface.
Lifting her bodily, I lay her atop the smeared blood.
Pinning her to the table, I watch her eyes round as I pull the chopsticks free. Warm blood streams down my arm onto her silk kimono as my hands smear the evidence of her treachery over her.
“Lick them clean.”Pressing them into her mouth, I watch as she wraps her plump lips around them.
