Hi guys! So some have been asking about Misaki's current life. This chapter is all about that. Here you go!
The limo pulled up to an extravagant building. Tora got out first, then pulled Misaki out to stand beside him. Reporters swarmed outside the building, but the wealthy couple ignored them as they approached the large doors.
Tora was coming closer and closer to taking over the Igarashi Group. Because of that, he was expected at many social events such as this. Misaki found them boring, but terrifying all the same. She had to be on her best behaviour at all times — otherwise she would set him off.
Right before they walked through the doors, Tora grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to his side. He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, "If you misbehave in any way, shape or form, tonight…" His fingers dug into her waist, and she gritted her teeth. "I will beat you senseless when we get home."
She expected nothing less.
Tora switched back to a light and happy demeanor, a wide smile splitting his face. He and Misaki entered the room with a flourish, drawing the eyes of many guests. The two of them were soon swallowed up by the crowd, everyone wanting to talk to them.
Throughout the night, Misaki stood through small, meaningless talk. Everyone there was so fake, their smiles never reaching their eyes, their gestures insincere. It was the same as all the other events. Tora's hand stayed possessively on her waist, drawing her closer whenever she strayed too far. For him, too far meant that she was a mere foot away. He preferred to have her pressed against him.
Misaki mainly kept her eyes down. She'd received beatings in the past over something as small as looking at the same person for more than a few moments. She wasn't allowed to talk to any men at the party. In fact, she hardly talked at all; Tora didn't like when she did. He didn't even like her making friends with the other women at these parties. He seemed to think that she would spill the details of their relationship.
Finally, Misaki got her moment of freedom. "Fetch me a drink," Tora ordered. "But hurry back."
At the buffet table, she grabbed a glass and moved over to the punch bowl. She was filling the glass when she felt warmth at her back.
"Fancy meeting you here," a voice said in her ear.
Misaki froze, the glass slipping from her hands and shattering on the floor. Not many people noticed due to the volume of the music, but the few that were around her looked up, eyeing her with disapproval.
His voice awoke memories from her past — the good and the bad. Fragments of her past flashed through her mind. The ghost from her past now invaded the present. Amber eyes met emerald as she turned around.
She was shell-shocked. There stood Usui Takumi, looking more mature yet still the same as he had before. His jaw was more chiseled, he was taller than she remembered, and his eyes looked… hardened. But other than that, he was the same old Usui.
The last time she had seen him was when she'd made him believe that she loved Tora. Afterward, Tora had made her transfer to Miyabigaoka. She'd never seen him again. Until now.
She opened her mouth but no words came out. Usui flashed a grin before pulling her towards another room. She didn't even resist. Something was niggling at the back of her mind, but she ignored it.
Once they'd entered, Usui closed the door behind them. He backed her against a wall, placing his hands on either side of her head. "So," he said in a low voice. He gave her a once-over. "You're looking good these days. Finally dressing like a girl."
She didn't take the bait. She didn't get mad. Tora had taught her manners, among other things, while they'd been married. Even so, she was used to being insulted. So she gave him a small smile. "Thank you." She tried to ignore the erratic beating of her heart at his proximity. "You're very kind."
Usui pushed off the wall with a huff, pacing back and forth. "What happened to you, Ayuzawa? Where did you go? Because this," he waved a hand at her body, "is not who you are. It's not who you were meant to be."
She fidgeted awkwardly, not knowing what he expected. She still could not tell him what had happened three years ago, and what Tora still did to her now, behind closed doors.
She wrung her hands, feeling more and more anxious as the seconds went by. Usui's eyes widened, and Misaki saw that he was staring at her wrists. There were bruises circling them. She didn't feel the need to hide them, because they weren't that bad. And people usually gave her "knowing" smiles when they saw them, thinking that Tora was just passionate in the bedroom. They were right on some level, but wrong on a whole other.
She had been trying to get ready for tonight's event, but Tora had kept pursuing her. He wanted to have a go with her in the bedroom beforehand. She hadn't wanted to, and even told him so. She figured he would understand — them having to leave soon and all. But he hadn't understood. He had gotten angry and then taken her right there on the floor. The bruises were from him holding her arms above her head.
She figured she'd been lucky to get away with only bruises on her wrists. She was grateful that he hadn't thrown a fit, because that would have meant that she'd have had to stay home from the party. And he got mad whenever she didn't come to support him, even though it was always his fault if she couldn't.
"Ayuzawa—"
"Well!" Tora interjected as he slammed the door open.
Misaki gasped and her stomach flipped. That was the something that had been niggling before — that Tora was being kept waiting, and that she was alone with another man. She would pay for those two things later.
"So nice to see my lovely wife meeting up with an old… friend," Tora said, eyes narrowed.
Misaki felt herself being pulled by the waist, right into Usui's side. What is he doing? She thought frantically. He's making things worse!
"Ah, yes," Usui drawled. "Your lovely wife has been so entertaining tonight." He gave Tora a lopsided smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry…"
Misaki knew he wasn't.
"… but I'll be taking her home now. It's been a long night." Tora reached for Misaki, and she stepped away from Usui's safe touch and into Tora's dangerous one.
She let herself be pulled away. She didn't want Usui to see how afraid she was, but she also wanted to spare one last glance, knowing she'd probably never see him again.
She decided to risk the glance. She looked back to Usui, face full of fear, as she tried to keep the tears at bay. She ignored the urge to mouth "help me" to him. But when the colour drained from Usui's face, she knew that she'd failed to ignore the urge. She would have kicked herself later for being so stupid, but she knew that Tora would do it for her.
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The limo drove up the long, winding driveway that lead to Tora's manor. She didn't consider it 'their house' because she didn't feel like she had any ownership over it. Tora was the only one who ordered the servants around; they weren't supposed to listen to her. He bought everything, not her. Everything belonged to him, including her.
The manor was rather large. It stood three storeys tall, it had more bedrooms and bathrooms than she could count, as well as much more. Most of the servants didn't live there; they had their own homes and families. So the place was much too large for the small amount of people that inhabited it.
Misaki hated it. She called it a 'house' and not a 'home' because she never felt like she belonged there. It was so cold. And she always thought it a waste — why spend so much on just a house, rather than use the money for something good?
She was also lonely. Tora had cut off all ties with her past life. It had been her decision not to pull Sakura and Shizuko into her problems after Tora had raped her that time three years ago, but afterward, Tora had not allowed her to contact them in any way. He did the same with her mother and sister. The last time Misaki had seen them was a few days before her wedding. In fact, Tora hadn't even invited them. Only people that Tora selected had attended the ceremony.
They walked through the large front doors, and Tora closed them behind him. He hadn't said a word to her since they'd left. Misaki knew that it was the calm before the storm.
He removed his jacket, then hers, and handed them to a servant. She followed him upstairs and to their bedroom. Tora took off his suit jacket, throwing it on the floor. He proceeded to remove his shirt. He started undoing his belt and stopped, looking at Misaki. He moved over to the bed and sat on the end.
"Show me how much you love me," he ordered.
Misaki didn't even sigh; she had expected this. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, just the way he liked. She expertly removed his belt and slid down his pants, followed by his boxers. His erection was now free, and she took it into her mouth without hesitation. She bobbed her head, trying to make him cum as fast as possible so he could get on with her punishment that was sure to come. He seized her head in his hands and forced her to take his whole length. He held her at his base while she struggled for air. She felt close to passing out by the time he relented. She gasped for air, but it wasn't long before he pulled her head back down.
"Now, finish me off." He started moving his hips, thrusting into her mouth. She felt him shoot his load into the back of her throat, and she gurgled as she tried to swallow it.
Finished with her first task, she stood up and waited for his next move. He circled her before seizing the front of her dress and tearing it off. Tora shoved her, and she landed on her back on the bed. He pulled her knees up to her chest, and she would have found it painful if he had not forced her into this position on a regular basis. He pushed his way into her, thrusting quickly and grunting all the while. No words came from him — just animalistic noises.
She felt his hands wrap around her throat as he squeezed tightly. She didn't fight back. She let him fuck her until he was satisfied.
After he'd shot his fourth load of the night into her, he pulled out. They had taken breaks in between — for his sake, not hers. She had bruises and hickeys from him so far — nothing serious yet. He stood up and made her suck off his own juices before grabbing a robe and leaving, temporarily, for a drink.
He didn't ask if she was thirsty. He never asked anything regarding her well-being. But she was used to it.
After a couple of minutes, he returned, ready for another go. Misaki lay on her back, but he shook his head.
"You've been a very bad girl, tonight, Misaki. Very bad," he growled, moving closer. "I think you need to be punished."
As if he hasn't punished me enough already, she thought.
He flipped her over, onto her stomach. Her pulled her hips up and spread the cheeks of her ass. "We haven't tried back here, yet, have we?" He stuck a finger in, and Misaki whimpered.
"Please, no. Not there. You promised—" Her breath hitched as he added another finger.
"Promises were meant to be broken, darling. And I think I deserve this. After all, you were in the arms of another man. I need to mark my territory in as many ways as possible."
She knew there was no point in asking him to stop. He wouldn't listen. He never did.
As he rammed his length into her, stretching, hurting, 'claiming,' she began crying. She knew her tears would only add to his pleasure but she couldn't stop herself. He increased his pace, reaching deeper with each stroke, and she tried to get accustomed to it. Realizing that she couldn't, she bit down on her lip as he continued, finally finishing inside her.
He went for another round before relenting.
When he was done, he stood her up and watched as his seed dripped down her legs.
"Good," he approved. "And now, for the grand finale."
And so the beating commenced.
