Page 34 of Love on the Run

She presses her lips together sympathetically. “Mrs. Takeda refuses to do the fitting today. She says she never wore the dress from yesterday.”

I blink at this pointless conversation nodding, “Hai, she did not wear the dress.”

She seemingly puzzles this out. “Okay, well. I instructed her per your wishes due to the vast fluctuations in her weight we need to do fittings in accordance with your directive.”

These were the instructions I gave because I feel that Flower has lost too much weight, and I see she’s losing her lush curves. However, the implication being given is not at all what I intended.

We never had miscommunications in this level once we settled the truth of losing our first child. Now we seem to be adrift with too many people between us and now she’s left with false assumptions and mis-messaging about what I want from her.

“I will handle it,” I tell her steadily.

She gives her most winning smile. Years ago, I would have already had her set up in a suite in Tokyo ready to serve me. That is until I met the perfection that is my Hana. Now, all I feel is a vague annoyance that she’d dare contradict my wife though I’m not surprised. The staff I’m sure gossips seeing that they are not all from the loyal retainers we employ at home. Too many of our home staff are loyal to Flower due to her unfailing kindness and genuine nature. I couldn’t bring them on my mission to retrieve my family. They would be appalled at my treatment of her an undoubtedly start an open rebellion and cause a mutiny on theship. I have more than enough going on with my wife’s treachery and the effect it’s had on Asa to have to deal with staff too.

“Of course, Mr. Takeda. We serve at your pleasure.” She pauses a moment longer to allow the double entendre to penetrate. I don’t respond to her words just regard her with the stoicism I save for such encounters. I’m used to women of various levels in society approaching me but none who would dare being in such close proximity to Flower.

I make a mental note to have the captain drop her off on our next supply run in about a week’s time with two month’s pay.

Finally, I’m able to focus on my work though my gaze occasionally strays to watch Flower reading the book she got earlier.

“Okay, little buddy, I’ll see you in a little while.” Sadness pours from Flower as she hands Asa over to Ms. Satoh who comes to take him for much needed rest.

They’ve been together all morning and afternoon. After seeing her lose interest in the book she’d been reading I had Asa brought to her instead of having them come out on the deck. In part because the weather was overcast.

The change in her was immediate. For the first time since her being distraught at my leaving did I feel ease in my chest from the hurt I caused her.

Adding further insult to the weakness her actions from the prior evening evoked I found myself leaving my desk, delegating the work there to my brother’s and cousins and joining my little family. Something I’ve not done since the very early days of Asa’s life.

Her fucking eyes lit up like I’d given her a ten-carat diamond or rather a stack of rare books. They even drew me into their play time and songs. The hope shining in her eyes had my heart coveting more and more while the cold sadist in me demanded I crush it.She has you cuntstruck, wrapped around her clit like an acolyte, so fucking weak. Make her submit.

She brings my son over to me so that I can hug and kiss him, unaware that when I am not with her, I sleep in his room, watching over him until I can finally find solace in sleep. Solace, she took from me when she ran.

She lingers beside the door after following behind Ms. Satoh.

“Come here Flower.” She jumps at my words. Her small shoulders tense.

“Now. I won’t repeat myself,” I seethe.

She’s needling me more, using these petty acts of defiance to frustrate me, I assume in some futile attempt to attain a semblance of power. I’m disappointed she thinks to even try. She knows she can never win. I’d be amused if her actions last night hadn’t left me at a disadvantage, one I intend to overcome.

Exhaling a pent-up breath, she turns, her face serene—a mask I immediately decide to crumble along with any notion she has of skirting her punishment.

“Stop.”

She freezes just as she enters the seating area.

“Remove your clothing, please.”

Shivering as if a blast of cold sea air has hit her body, Flower unbuttons the linen slacks she’s wearing, stepping out of them. She picks them up, revealing her juicy ass, placing them on a nearby slipper chair.

“You’re not wearing panties.” I adjust myself seeing a glimpse of her slit as she bends over to retrieve them.

“No, A— husband,” her voice is soft and demure as it should be when I need her to be my submissive, however her husbandis the last thing I want to be right now. I need to dominate her to reestablish this new dynamic, I must have between us. Last night can never happen again. I need her to understand and never think to repeat it.

“You will call me Takeda-sensei, or Sensei that is all that I am to you now.”

Looking as if I struck her, she nods reaching down to pull the shirt over her head.

“You need to say you understand this.” The harsh, coldness of my words make her pause as she unclasps her bra.

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