The Good Pet

The Good Pet

Her knees knocked as she stumbled across the bare, hardwood floor. With a steadying breath, she focused on her toes and inched toward the shadow in the corner. Even though the sun peeked through open curtains, his presence cast the room in a faint darkness. 

“There is fine enough.” His baritone, the harshness of the command – it only caused her knees to tremble more. She froze, her eyes glued to the hardwood. “Are you scared?” His question caught her off guard and her head jerked a bit before she remembered his rule and forced it back down. 

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Beautiful Platter

Beautiful Platter

“Don’t move.” His voice is low but firm. I freeze. Every muscle in my naked body stiffens as he places the finishes touches on his “masterpiece.” Hard walnut and mahogany press against my spine, but I don’t move a muscle while he carefully arranges sashimi on the seaweed elaborately draped over my breasts. I remain frozen on a gaudy Francesco Molon dining room table, except for my dilated pupils, which move over his face.

Dark, slanted eyes. Thick, even darker lashes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as he places maki and sushi rolls in a straight line down the center of my body. The tips of his chopsticks graze me, sending goosebumps cascading over trembling flesh. With everything I have, I force myself to remain still as he prepares my body for nyotaimori. His normally low eyes are almost closed, the dark centers barely visible behind his squinted gaze. Beads of sweat form along his hairline. He wipes them away with a thick, white cotton sleeve before walking out of my line of vision.

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