“She’s supposed to be in bed.”
Toru’s eyebrows pop to his hairline. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mei!” I storm past him and down the hall toward the kitchen. The door is open, some of my men spilling out, each of them with a cookie in their hand.
“Get the fuck to work!” I roar.
They turn, take one look at me, then scatter like rats on a sinking ship.
I barrel into the kitchen and find Mei handing a plate to Ken.
“I love this recipe.” She smiles at him. “Don’t you?”
I don’t give him a chance to reply. Grabbing him by the scruff of his neck, I yank him from the kitchen and shove him into the hallway. He doesn’t drop his cookie, but he does take off with a “Sorry, boss” over his shoulder as he disappears toward the foyer.
Slamming the door behind him, I whirl on Mei. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I try to keep my tone even, but I can’t. Not when she’s in here with her hair down and wearing nothing more than one of my button-down shirts. I can see her nipples pointing against the fabric. My cock is already hard, and I stalk to her, pinning her between the counter and me. “Answer me, Mei.”
She bats her lashes and shrugs innocently. “I was just baking cookies. Everyone here has been so nice, I thought I’d return the favor by–”
“Wearing this?” I press against her, letting her feel just how hard I am for her.
Her breath hitches.
“Well, I um, I didn’t want to have to dig through my clothes. This was the easiest thing to throw on.”
“You’re supposed to be in bed.”
She tilts her chin up. “I don’t want to be in bed if you aren’t there with me.”
“Don’t taunt me, Mei.” I press my thigh between her legs and feel the heat she’s giving off. Then a thought hits me like a bullet between the eyes. “Are you wearing panties?”
She reaches behind her and grabs a cookie, then offers it to my lips. “Does it matter if I am?”
The cookie smells amazing. I realize she’s trying to distract me from the fact she showed up down here where all my men could openly ogle her. It makes my blood boil just thinking about it. Goddamn.
“Mei–”
She shoves the cookie in my mouth before I can say more. It practically melts on my tongue. Nutty, just the right amount of sweet, and still warm. I chew and glare at her.
Her cheeks are pink, her lips parted. “Do you like it?”
I swallow. “No.”
“Oh.” Her face falls.
“I love it.” I kiss her hard, then back off. She’s still delicate from the fire, I remind myself.
When I pull away, she smacks at my chest.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not made of glass! I’m fine. Stop treating me like I’m some invalid in a nursing home!” She puts her hands on her hips, staring me down like she’s ready to go to war.
“You almost died!” I grab the front of her shirt and yank her to me. “I almost lost you.” My voice quiets.
She wraps her hands around mine. “But you didn’t. I’m fine.” She licks her lips. “And I know it was wrong of me to follow you. And now…” She glances at my mouth. “I seem to have gone and made you mad again.” A devilish smile hints at her lips. “Oops.”
I twist the hold on her shirt, pulling her closer to me. “I’m beginning to think you want to be punished, Mei. Is that it?”
“What?” she stammers. “N-n-no. That’s crazy.”
I whip her around before she can protest, then drape her over the kitchen counter right next to her pan of delicious cookies. Yanking up the back of the shirt, I see my suspicions were correct. “No panties, my little rebel. You’re going to pay for it.”
“Please,” she whines. She’s wet for me, her pussy glistening from the back. Just the sight of her pressed beneath my palm, her ass on full display–it breaks me. I can’t hold back.
I bring my hand down hard on her ass. She yelps. I slap her again and again, reddening her skin as her cries turn more feral, deeper. And then she begins to moan, pain and pleasure mixing as I punish her sweet little ass.
When I stop, my heart pounding, my cock fighting my zipper, all I can do is stare down at her beauty, at the hand marks on her skin. My marks.
That’s when I drop to my knees and worship her wet cunt. Once I taste her, I might never stop.
14
Mei
“Kazuo!” I scream his name when he buries his face between my thighs from behind.
It doesn’t take much for me. The first brush of his tongue against my clit is all I need. I’ve been on edge since I hatched my little plan to get him to discipline me. My clit was begging to be stroked. He’s delivering.