Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I fight a giggle, not wanting to poke my Kazuo bear, or maybe I should. I watch as they both leave the bedroom to have their little talk. My thoughts wander to that spanking I’d gotten for lying.
After the last stunt I pulled, I should be in major trouble. I guess I am on bed arrest, but there have been no spankings or anything like what he gave me that day. An ache starts to form between my thighs when I remember how intense that orgasm was. How his hand had given me both pain and pleasure at the same time.
As nutty as it sounds, when Kazuo had me bent over the side of the bed giving me my punishment, I felt seen and truly taken care of. I loved every second of it until he’d slipped from the room. I haven’t seen that side of him since then. Ever since the night of the yacht fire, he’s been treating me like I’m made of glass.
What I did was stupid, and I’d never do it again, but I need some of the Kazuo from the other day back. I don’t want to be sitting on a shelf like I’m too delicate to handle. I want to sit on his lap–or be draped across it. That sounds even better.
“Dr. Hunt agreed that two more days of bed rest will do your body good,” Kazuo says, breaking me from my thoughts.
I glare up at him, knowing either the doctor didn’t really say that or he somehow bullied the man into it. “Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at him, calling him on his bullcrap. “Where did the good Dr. Hunt go? I’d love to ask him why he changed his mind.” Two can play at this game. There is no way I’m staying in this bed for two more days. The only way that’s happening is if Kazuo finally gives in.
“He had some other patients to see so he left.” Before I can try to push back more, he kisses me senseless. His hand, as always, slips into my panties. Those magic fingers of his get me to come for him. “Rest,” he orders, kissing me sweetly. “I’ll be back after you nap. Going to my office.”
“Mmkay.” I yawn as he slips for the room. It almost works until Kuzi taps his little paw against my face, waking me up before I can slip into a deep sleep. “You want to play?” I give him a kiss on his nose. “Let me get dressed.” I hop from the bed, forming a plan that’s going to get me in trouble, but this time the good kind.
I’ve been wanting to make it up to Kazuo’s men for turning him into a grumpy beast. I’m sure he’s taking his frustration out on everyone else when I should be the one he’s really mad at. So I’m going to bake the guys my famous sesame cookies, and I have the perfect little outfit to wear while I complete the task.
Hopefully this time when Kazuo brings me back to this bed, I'll get the punishment I deserve.
13
Kazuo
“We only have two days before the party.” Toru stares at his laptop as I sit behind my desk. He sighs. “It’s just a logistical nightmare to do all the things you want done.”
“I have faith in you.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looks at me over his screen.
“Yes. This has been a long time coming. And now that the Itos have decided to openly attack, they have to go.”
He smirks. “I heard Rai lost his shit in front of all his men when he saw what was left of his yacht.”
“Good.” I want to be glad about torching that motherfucker’s boat, but I’m not. It was too close of a call for Mei. She shouldn’t have been there in the first place. But that doesn’t erase the fact that my actions put her in danger. That’s the last thing I ever want to do.
“Stop beating yourself up, Kaz. You didn’t know she was there.”
“I should have.” I stand and stretch. “I should know where she is at all times.”
“Now you do.”
“That’s right.” I exhale fully then take a breath. I pause and look around. “What’s that?”
“What?” Toru keeps typing.
“That smell.” I sniff again. “It smells like …”
He lifts his head and inhales. “Like almond something. Or maybe it’s–”
“Sesame cookies.” I’d know that smell anywhere. It’s my favorite treat and not something particularly common in the States.
“My grandma used to make those. Black sesame. They’re fucking addictive.” He closes his laptop and rises. “I could go for a snack.”
Laughter reaches my ears. It’s deep and masculine, and I can hear a higher-pitched giggle in there as well. That’s when my spine pops straight and my fists clench.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Toru opens the door to the hall, letting more of that amazing smell waft into my office.