Rin saw Hatsuharu the minute they entered the foyer. Hatsuharu stopped at the counter and requested Junna get the remaining items they had check earlier. Rin walked up behind Tohru and lifted her soft brown hair from under the collar of the duster. Gently, Rin fluffed the curls as the long ringlets dropped over Tohru's shoulders.
"Tohru, are we still going shopping tomorrow?" Rin asked openly, as if nothing was wrong. Hatsuharu tilted his head slightly, listening for her answer.
For the past week that was all Tohru could talk about; going shopping with Rin. Hatsuharu had encouraged the outing, and suggested Rin as a companion. Over the phone, he and Tohru had laughed and planned some of the the items that were to be purchased.
Tohru didn't say a word.
"Tohru, you may anwswer Rin," Hatsuharu permitted, turning to face them.
"No Mistress," Tohru said softly, her eyes fixed on Hatsuharu's boots.
Surprised by her answer, Hatsuharu looked at Rin. She clamped her jaw tight as a shadow of annoyance swept across her face. Hatsuharu let out a short sigh, and shot her a twisted smile.
"I will call you later," Hatsuharu stated brusquely, "come, Tohru."
Tohru obediantly stayed behind Hatsuharu, following him through the ajoining lobby, across the intersection, and into the parking garage. Tohru had barely made it to the correct parking aisle by the time Hatsuharu reached the car. The six inch heeled boots were easier to walk in than most of the heels she had, but with her hands locked behind her it took all of her concentration to stay balanced . More than once she had to lean against a parked car to regain her center of gravity before proceeding.
Hatsuharu waited until she arrived to open the door. He pulled the duster tight around her bottom and legs as she turned sideways to enter the car. Once seated, Hatsuharu slipped his arm under her thighs, lifting her legs and turning her to face forward in the seat. Taking the seatbelt he stretched it across her chest and buckled her in.
Hatsuharu looked down at Tohru as he straightened up. Her bowed head and sullen expression hadn't changed since they had exited the conference room. Hatsuharu sat down on the edge of the seat beside her.
"Are you all right?" he asked tenderly. Tohru gave an ever so slight nod.
Hatsuharu lifted her chin with his finger until their eyes met. "Tohru," Hatsuharu whispered, "talk to me." Slowly her blue eyes pooled with tears. "Tohru..."
"Do you... still... want me?" she choked in small, fraile voice as the well of tears overflowed, streaking her cheeks.
Instantly Hatsuharu's hands slipped behind her neck, and drawing her forward he passionately pressed his lips to hers. As an onslaught of tears ensued he gently covered her mouth with his, smothering the sobs.
Finally, releasing his embrace, he gazed into her eyes. "Precious, I will always want you," he reassured, and his warm lips again met hers. Each time he kissed her, he whispered the desires and longing he had for each part of her body.
Hatsuharu again retreived his handkerchief, wiping Tohru's nose and drying her eyes.
"Hatsuharu," Tohru sobbed miserably, "it hurt."
"Punishment generally does," he sympathized, catching another tear as it rolled down her cheek. "Are you all right now?"
A troubled expression overtook Tohru's features as she lowered her head. "I do want to go shopping with Rin tomorrow," she whispered sadly.
Hatsuharu gave a light chuckle. "I will call her later," he said and kissed her forehead.
Slowly, Hatsuharu's warm hand moved over Tohru's chest. His fingers repositioning each breast so they rested atop the corset bra. Teasingly he outlined each small globe, bringing the soft nipples to erectness.
Tohru's head came up, and her lips instinctively found their way to his.
Hatsuharu's hands caressingly roamed downward, and his lips moved to nibble at her breast. Tohru leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her thighs automatcially parting as his fingertips touched the edges of her pussy.
Just as a soft moan of ecstasy slipped from her lips, Hatsuharu stopped. Tohru opened her eyes to find him watching her, a lustful grin on his face. Heat rushed from her toes to her nose, turning her cheeks crimson.
"Maybe we should go?" Tohru suggested, noticing that Hatsuharu was also well aroused. After placing one last kiss on her lips, Hatsuharu's tongue swirled around each taunt dusty pink nipple, leaving them moist and glistening.
Tohru's dimples sliced deeply into her face as she watched Hatsuharu adjust his tight leather pants before entering the driver's side of the car.
"Tonight Master," Tohru giggled, "you will be mine."
Hatsuharu looked over at her, his smile was wide, and his grey eyes sparkled with a passionate challenge. Reving the motor they left the parking garage and started for the Sohma Estate. At the first red light Hatsuharu opened the glove compartment and removed a medium sized, egg shaped object. Tohru looked at the object then at Hatsuharu.
"Spread your legs," Hatsuharu requested as he toyed with the object and held the steering wheel at the same time.
Compliantly, Tohru parted her thighs, wiggling a bit to loosen the duster. In the length of time it took Hatsuharu to drive to the next intersection he opened the object and inserted a small battery. Stopping at the light, Hatsuharu pushed back the edges of Tohru's coat, and began to nestle the object into place between the cushioned seat and the lips of her pussy.
"Master, what is this for?" Tohru queried, trying to see what he was doing.
"Tohru, sit back," Hatsuharu ordered, "I'll be finished in a moment."
The light turned green, and Hatsuharu proceeded to the next red light. He fiddled with the toy between her legs for another minute, looked at the traffic light, then planted a tantalizing kiss on Tohru's lips.
The light turned green, Hatsuharu stepped on the gas, and the thing between Tohru's legs came to life.
"Masssterrr," Tohru squealed. Lifting her bottom out of the seat Tohru squirmed, and strained against the seatbelt. "Master, move it, please," she pleaded.
Several minutes later, the toy fell silent, and Tohru plopped back into the seat.
"What is that?" she panted.
"A vibrator," Hatsuharu laughed, retrieving his toy. With one hand on the steering wheel, Hatsuharu reached over with the other and tightened Tohru's seatbelt; further restricting her movement. "Spread your legs again," he requested.
Tohru's knees snapped together.
"Did it hurt you?" Hatsuharu asked, seriously.
Hesitantly, Tohru shook her head.
"Then part your knees."
"No!" Tohru refused, defiantly crossing her legs.
"Okay," Hatsuharu replied with a shrug, and pulled the car over to the curb. Taking off his belt, Hatsuharu uncrossed Tohru's legs and looped it around them, just above her knees. After drawing the belt tight and buckling it, Hatsuharu slipped his fingers into the patch of hair on Tohru's pelvis. Gently he pulled up her pussy, and slid the egg down, pinning it in that tiny space between her thighs and her clitotis. "This time you will sit still, or I will spank you."
"Sir?" Tohru questioned uneasily.
"You heard me," Hatsuharu warned, and turned the key in the ignition.
Tohru's lower lip protruded, and she gave Hatsuharu a mean frown. Hatsuharu caught the look from the corner of his eye.
"I want to play when we get to the Estate, and I want you wet and ready," he commented with a mischievious smile, and pulled out into traffic.
Tohru was still staring at Hatsuharu in disbelief when the egg sprang to life again.
"Oooohhh," she gasped, and looked over at Hatsuharu who was grinning like a cheshire cat. The vibrations only lasted a few minutes, but still left Tohru panting and moist between her legs.
"Master, I have some questions about this evening," she panted once the buzzing in her crotch stopped.
"Certainly, my Pet," Hatsuharu encouraged, brushing the back of his hand over her flushed cheek.
"I heard several people mention something called a safeword. What were they talking about?"
"It is a special word or gesture used as a warning between a Master and slave," Hatsuharu answered. Tohru wrinkled her nose at him quizzically. "With each Master/slave pleasure or dicipline session the slave is taken further into their submission, but the Master does not want to injure his slave. The slave willingly endures. The Master may get caught up in his own passions, and begin to push too far. If the slave feels she is at her tolerance limit she may use this safeword to stop the Master."
Tohru nodded her head in consideration. "Why..." Tohru's voice broke off in midsentence as the egg started to buzz. Her eyes widened, her legs stiffened against the floorboard, and she held her breath against the mounting excitment her body was experiencing. Moments later the egg fell silent and Tohru gave a relieved sigh.
"Why haven't we discussed this?" she questioned passed her still clenched teeth.
"There has not been a need for you to have a safeword," Hatsuharu replied.
"What about the times you have disciplined me?"
"Those instances were minor, and there was not a need for a safeword," Hatsuharu repeated.
Tohru's mouth dropped open. "Minor!" she yelped, "they didn't seem..." Tohru inhaled sharply as the egg surged to life between her legs. "They didn't seem minor to me," she exclaimed struggling to control her voice.
"We will discuss it later," Hatsuharu said, and changed the subject. "You really do look remarkable tonight. Asuka was very..."
"I want to discuss it now!" Tohru demanded cutting off his comment.
Hatsuharu slowed the car as they approached an intersection, bridling his anger as he waited for the hum of the vibrator to subside before he answered. Once the car was stopped at the light he faced Tohru.
"I said we would discuss it later," he warned harshly. The light turned green, but the car didn't move, and Hatsuharu's piercing glare never wavered.
"Yes Sir," Tohru whispered as the corner of her mouth slowly turned down.
The light turned red again. Hatsuharu continued to wait, watching as Tohru's demanding blue eyes grew large and liquid. "I always had someone close by when you were being disciplined. You were never in any danger."
Tohru blinked as the egg whirred against her, splashing tears passed her dark lashes. Hatsuharu gently brushed away the tears with the back of his hand.
"Your safeword will be sapphire," he said, and leaned over and kiss her, "we will discuss the rest later."
"Thank you, Hatsuharu," Tohru murmured.
The light turned green again, and several horns sounded behind them.
"Hummm," Hatsuharu grunted, and straightened around in his seat. Accelerating, he changed lanes taking the East/West on ramp and merged into the flow of traffic. Traffic was sparse this time of night so Hatsuharu set the cruise control, and settled back in his seat. Tohru was again squirming, but this time her eyes were closed. Hatsuharu cautiously picked up one of the nipple clips, and clamped it securely in place.
"Oooowww!" Tohru cried out, stiffening against the back of the seat. Hatsuharu was delighted with the sudden up thrust position of her chest. The touch of his warm fingers was light and painfully teasing as he began to fondle her breast.
A minute later, Hatsuharu realized that Tohru's breathing had changed and she was sitting too still. His fingers quickly wriggled passed her tightly squeezed thighs, and he pulled the buzzing egg free.
"Hatsuharu," Tohru whimpered, "I was so close."
"Too close," Hatsuharu laughed, "I don't want you to cum, I just want you ready."
Exasperated, Tohru slumped in the seat. "How long before we get to the Estate?"
"Twenty minutes or so. Just cool off a little."
Tohru tilted her head back, and looked over at him. "That's easier said than done." A ray of moonlight caught Hatsuharu's deep blue eyes as he glanced at her, and the spark of eagerness she saw excited her even more. "Maybe if you removed the clip, it would help," Tohru suggested hopefully.
"Yes my Pet, maybe that would help," Hatsuharu agreed, and removed the clip.
Tohru shuddered as chill bumps covered her arms, then she squirmed about briefly getting comfortable in the seat. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up the driveway to the Estate. Hatsuharu opened the garage door as they proceeded up the drive, closing it behind them as he shut the car motor off.
Hatsuharu got out of the car and walked around to opened Tohru's door. First he unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her legs, turning her toward the door, and setting her feet on the garage floor. Then he squatted down beside her knees and unbuckled his belt, freeing her legs. Tohru attempted to stand, but Hatsuharu didn't move. Instead his warm hands rubbed the spot where his belt had left a mark.
Tenderly he kissed her knees as his hands eased her legs apart. Slowly, his fingers began to knead the inside of her thighs, inching their way upward with each gentle squeeze. Tohru's breathing quickened as Hatsuharu's hands moved closer and closer to her moist pussy. The excitment of feeling his hands stroking bare skin set her body tingling. Soon his fingers reached her pleasure spot, their eyes met and his lips melted to hers in a long sensual kiss.
The inside of Tohru's thigh twitched involuntarily, and Hatsuharu moved his hand.
"Not yet, my Pet," Hatsuharu breathed, and slipped his hands under her arms, lifting her to her feet.
"Give me the duster," Hatsuharu requested, walking her to the back door. Tohru looked back at him as the coat slipped from her shoulders. "Wait for me in the kitchen."
Tohru stood in the middle of the kitchen, slowly pivoting clockwise in her six inch heeled boots. "Wow," she murmured to herself, "look at the size of this kitchen."
She was staring at the wonderfully hugh refrigerator, remembering the time he had raided the fridge one night at Shigure's during spring break last year.
Tohru's thoughts were a million miles away when Hatsuharu entered the kitchen.
"Tohru, are you hungry?" Hatsuharu asked, noting that Tohru's eyes were glued to the refrigerator.
"If you are," Tohru answered politely, turning to face him.
"That is not what I asked you."
Tohru wasn't to sure what to say now. She was starving... Hatsuharu was wanting to play... she hadn't eaten since morning... Hatsuharu had eaten before they left... she didn't want to impose... Hatsuharu hadn't mentioned meals when he planned this evening.
"I am fine, Master," she sighed, and her stomach literally grabbed her backbone; making an awful sound.
"I believe your stomach disagrees with you," Hatsuharu commented, with a significant lifting of his brows. "When did you eat last?"
"This morning," Tohru answered, wrinkling her nose. Hatsuharu shook his head, and his mouth curved into an unconscious smile as he stepped around her to the refrigerator.
"Well, you can fix us both a midnight snack," Hatsuharu announced surveying the contents of the refrigerator. "Let's see. We have everything we need to make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches. How about that?" he suggested, swinging around to face Tohru.
Tohru nodded.
Hatsuharu turned back to the refrigerator and began removing food, placing it on the butcher block counter in the center of the kitchen. Tohru stood watching, totally baffled by Hatsuharu's behavior.
'How am I suppose to cook with my hands locked behind my back,' she thought.
Hatsuharu nudged the refrigerator door closed with his toe, set the last item in his hands on the counter, and turned to Tohru.
"Turn around please," he requested, pulling a tiny key from his vest pocket. Tohru just stared at him. "Tohru," he laughed, "turn around."
Tohru slowly turned around, and Hatsuharu unlocked her wrist. Gently lowering her arms to her sides, Hatsuharu slipped his hands around her waist from behind; pulling her in against himself.
"Next time I say, don't touch something, I mean it," he whispered into her hair. Hatsuharu's grip tightened as every muscle in Tohru's body tensed. Turning her to face him, his right hand moved up to the base of her neck, and his left down to her bottom, drawing her close. Slowly his lips came coaxingly down on hers. His kiss was slow and sensual. When he raised his mouth from hers, he gazed into her eyes. "Understood?"
"Yes, Hatsuharu," Tohru whispered.
"Good girl," he praised, and kissed her again.
"Now for some groceries," Hatsuharu laughed, gently massaging Tohru's shoulders and arms. "If you will start preparing the sandwiches, I will locate a skillet."