4: Aoi

My head was aching from all the crying I'd done yesterday. My skin and eyes were puffy and I ran my face under some cold water as I showered. While I cleaned up I wondered if master had heard me last night worrying about Lady Hina. I was trying to be quiet but that was the worst anxiety attack I think I've ever had. Unless reading minds was something demons could do, which I genuinely hoped that was not the case.

When I was finishing up I could sense my master in my room. He was sitting on my bed and I shyly tightened the towel over my body.

"Good morning master. Or should I say evening? May I ask the time."

"You may. It is almost seven. Tonight, I feel like showing you off. I have laid out the kimono that I would like for you to wear and when you are ready we shall take our leave."

My heart fluttered at the thought and I gave him a small bow.

"Of course master."

I brushed my hair through with a comb I found and when I was suitably dry I reached for the clothes. The silken material nearly slipped through my fingers and I was surprised he had gotten me something of such high quality. I was sure that it was stunning. As I felt around I thought it odd there seemed to be only one layer and no undergarments. I blushed. I knew my master was kinky but I wasn't expecting this.

As if he could read my thoughts I felt his hand run up my inner thigh. I sucked in a breath as I watched his aura fade into that soft, sweet pink. I could feel his sharp nails as they gently scratched my skin. He dug them slightly into my ass and I jumped at the feeling.

"Does that hurt?" he asked while sounding amused.

"No master. It just startled me."

I let out a small moan when he moved to slide his fingers between my wet folds. He teased me by touching around the outside, pulling on my skin, pinching me, doing everything but what I wanted him to.

It was when he pulled away that I whined, "Please may I have more master? I- I love the feel of your hands on me."

"No. This is punishment for last night."

"Last night? What did I do?"

He took my wrist and bent me over his knee. I knew what was coming next. I braced for the pain as he slapped my ass. I looked down where his feet were to see his mood and it had turned to that deep red in an instant. I had clearly pissed him off. Even with the added layers of the kimono it still hurt terribly. He went much harder this time, possibly using some of his demonic strength.

I gasped and clawed at anything I could reach to get away from the pain but to no avail. He had me in a locked position.

I don't know for how long he was spanking me for but which each smack it hurt more and more. If I had been bare I was sure I would've been bleeding from the force. When he finally finished he let me go and I fell off his lap to land in a limp, sobbing pile.

"You do not question me. I will tell you if I feel you've earned the right. That was for talking back."

He picked me up and I winced. I was praying he wouldn't do any more damage and I was relieved when he set me on the bed stomach down. He caressed my sore bottom and I whimpered but kept my mouth shut.

"I'm sorry master. I will not question you again."

"Good girl." With my head facing towards him he faded back to that light pink but it was mixed with the slightest hints of gray. He was pleased to be in my presence but perhaps was feeling just the slightest bit remorseful for hurting me. At least, that's how I was going to interpret it.

While it was nice to be able to read him so thoroughly and openly it was also a curse. On the one hand I knew exactly how he felt, but on the other I had no idea what was really going through his mind. I had no idea what he thought of me or the situation or just anything at all.

Far too soon he stood me up. I was weak as my knees trembled and I wanted nothing more than to lie back down, but I would not disappoint him again. He had me hook my arm around his and I knew I was leaning on him heavily, but he didn't push me away so I wanted to use the support while I had it.

We went down the stairs and out the door where I felt the cool night breeze push my hair back. I inhaled deeply and I could smell the faint aroma of street foods being cooked up. My master instructed me to step up and there was a dip as I put my weight into it. He helped me into the carriage and I could see him sitting across from me.

He appeared to still be in a good mood and I was trying not to ruin it by squirming around in pain. There was a small jolt as the carriage began to move and I looked at nothing but him. I would not let any other aura distract me.

He seemed to like that because the longer I stared at him the stronger his desire seemed to grow. He scooted in his seat until he was in front of me and he silently instructed me to open my legs with his finger on my knee.

I did so, giving him a full frontal view of me and I blushed a little when he simply stared at me. He reached forward and rubbed my thighs and I moaned at the feel of his warm hands on my skin. He felt so delightful.

I was still confused on what he had wanted to punish me for earlier before the spanking, but I dared not risk his wrath again and instead chose to accept the pleasure he was giving me. I was not however prepared for him to suddenly shove his fingers in me and begin pumping in and out at a tortuously slow pace.

"This is punishment for not taking care of yourself yesterday. I could hear your hunger. When I am not at home you are allowed to feed and entertain yourself. If you are hungry, eat. If you are bored, listen to music. I may be gone for days on end, it would do me no good to return home to your lifeless body."

He pressed into my spot, I wanted to grind into it but his hand on my thigh kept me still. He moved so slow, so devastatingly slow. I wanted friction, I wanted movement. My walls and hips ached with need but he didn't move any faster.

"Yes master. I will do better."

"Just remember, no one else is allowed to bring you pleasure. Not even yourself. This is for me and me alone. Turn over."

He removed his hands and I let out a squeak but moved myself quickly so that my butt was in the air. He pushed the kimono up over my hips and his hand trailed against my inflamed skin. I tried to hold back my moans when he replaced his fingers with a slightly faster pace.

"Scream for me, my little wife. Let me know how good I make you feel."

"Ah, ahh, your fingers feel amazing master. I'm so privileged to be yours."

He slapped my backside and I let out a sharp scream at the pain. The pink light around him began to grow stronger and deeper in color. He came close enough that I could feel my own vitality reaching for him, little tendrils of my aura curling into his intimately.

I panted as his fingers went in deeper. His digits were so long and thick that if I tried hard enough I could almost imagine they were something else. As he pumped into me I cried and wailed and scratched at the seat desperately. It wasn't enough to get me to come. I needed more but he wasn't giving it to me.

He brushed my clit a few times and it was almost enough. I squeezed and pushed back into his rhythm and when he pulled out I was left wet and hot and confused. I laid perfectly still while wondering, but he hooked his fingers around my knees and pulled me forward until I returned to a sitting position.

"We've arrived."

I wanted to beg him to keep going, to finish me off right here in this carriage, but his mood was so good and so strong that I feared if I said a single word he would be angry at me. So with shaky legs I began to stand.

"Y-yes master," even my voice was shaky. Not from fear but from the fact that I could barely concentrate on anything aside from the harsh throbbing between my legs. Suddenly my punishment made more sense.

I squeezed my thighs together as liquid continued to gush down them. I was such a disgusting mess but he didn't seem to mind. As I was getting out his hand smacked my ass one more time and I yelped.

Several blinks of light in the crowd before me seemed to notice as some of them stopped and I hid my face in embarrassment. I was sure I looked wild. My hair was disheveled, my kimono was falling off my shoulders, my cheeks were heated and I was out of breath.

I'm sure to the average passerby that it looked like we had done much more in that carriage but I supposed that was a perk of being blind. I'd never known what judgment looks like as I've only ever heard it.

My master readjusted my clothes and smoothed my hair down and in the blink of an eye and I felt slightly more put together again. I hooked my arm into my masters and he began to lead the way. I could see lots of people passing us and I wondered where we were.

Auras from jealous women turned green as they passed. This all but confirmed that my master was a very handsome man and that, perhaps, I didn't look right standing next to him. After all, why would a perfectly healthy and handsome man choose me?

I kept my head low and tried to distance myself, but when he noticed his grip tightened and he pulled me closer.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

I dared not to face him but I could already see his color turning red. I tried not to trip over my feet as he walked a little faster.

"I'm sorry master. I can… see that everyone is jealous. I didn't want to embarrass you."

I heard him scoff, "Embarrass me. How so."

"I get the feeling that you are quite handsome. They probably think it odd to see someone like with me hanging off your arm."

He laughed dryly but his anger began to lull, "Then let them be jealous. You are more beautiful than anybody here."

My heart warmed at his words, but surely he had to be joking. How could a blind woman be pretty in any way? I knew I was scarred and broken, and it meant so much to me that he didn't turn up his nose the first time he saw my body. I looked away and kept my head down, "That's rather kind of you to say master."

He suddenly pulled me to the side and slammed me against a wall. He took hold of my chin until I was face to face with him and he was seething. His anger was burning around the edges as he squeezed my skin. His other arm had me trapped and my chest began to beat wildly in fear and excitement.

"Little wife, I would not have chosen you if I thought you would not suit me. Do not ever doubt my words again."

He moved his arm down and dug his hands into my hips harshly. I wriggled and writhed against his body. His breath was hot on my neck and he slid my kimono off just enough so that he could get his mouth on my shoulder and bite me.

I was grateful that when I screamed there didn't seem to be anyone else around to hear. His teeth went deep, I could feel those sharp canines digging into my flesh. I was still as he withdrew them and he gently licked the blood away.

He placed something soft on the wound and it felt like a bandage of some kind. I hadn't expected him to come prepared and I was glad I wouldn't be left to bleed all over the wonderful clothes he had chosen for me.

I was already exhausted and the night hadn't even begun. When I was all patched up we returned to walking as if nothing had happened. He took me further into whatever town we were in before taking an abrupt left into a building.

The chatter of people got louder as the noise bounced off the walls. I heard someone greet us and moments later I was sliding into a booth.

It felt weird being in a restaurant. I had never been to one before and there was no doubt in my mind that this one was quite fancy. I could hear people talk about their reservations as if it were a great accomplishment just to step foot in the building. Perhaps to some it was.

"Greetings, it's good to see you again Sir," I turned my head towards the voice and felt my back stiffen. Given the aura of this person I knew they were a demon. I glanced around quickly, and I saw another one, and another. How many were there?

"Hello. I've brought my wife here today to enjoy a nice evening out. Make us the usual."

When there was no response I assumed the person bowed. I kept looking around and in the opposite direction that we entered I could see several more flashes of demonic auras running around back and forth. This place was run by demons.

"Who was that master?" I asked in hopes of sparking a small conversation.

"That was the manager of the restaurant. He runs it in my place."

"You own this place?" it all made sense now.

"Indeed. Several chains in fact."

I had suspected that he held power in other ways than physical, but it blew my mind that I was not only married to a demon, but married to a successful demon. A very successful demon businessman. God why the hell did he choose me?! I could not compare in any way.

My master moved to stand and I thought he was going to leave me but instead he slid in to sit next to me. He got very close and I knew my face was turning a bright red when he began to move my kimono to the side.

"Master?"

He chuckled, "Let's see if I can get you to finish before appetizers."

Without warning he began to finger me roughly. My body was still hot from earlier and I was trying not to let anyone know the trouble I was in.

He teased my clit and I was sure that if anyone was looking at us they would know what we were doing. As it was I could simply feel the stares of people as they walked by. I heard a few soft giggles and I was beyond mortified that this was happening in public.

Master leaned into my ear. His breath was fiery, "I want them all to know you're mine."

He licked the shell of my ear and I felt him groaning into my neck as he nipped at it. His tongue was burning and another moan escaped my lips. All too fast and seemingly all at once I came in a furious rush. My body spasmed against his arm and I gripped his wrist tightly to anchor myself.

My mouth was open and I was breathing hard when the demon from before approached the table and dropped off a tray of something. Their spirit was churning in red but it was very small as they were probably as embarrassed as I was. God that meant they had seen me. At least it was just a demon and not some poor soul just trying to make a living.

Master didn't move away from me and instead opted to serve me himself which I wasn't expecting to say the least. He spooned a hot broth into my mouth and it tasted like it might have been beef stew. He didn't appear to be eating so I took solace in the fact that this was probably not human meat.

I was so delighted that I held my mouth open wide and finished each bite quickly just so he could feed me again. He was lit up so brightly it was like how I pictured the color of neon might look. His pink was almost blinding being so close to me.

"Keep being good and this is how I'll treat you."

"Yes master."

When the soup was gone the main course arrived. I was a little disappointed when he left the booth to return to his side of the table, but I didn't voice my complaints. I could hear metal on ceramic and I knew he was eating something too. I was just glad my aura abilities didn't work on the dead because that would all but confirm my suspicions of what he was on his plate.

"What did you order master? If- If I may ask." I set to work on my own plate. It tasted like chicken and I hoped it was.

I heard him let out an amused breath, "Steak. Quite bloody."

Yep. I knew what he was eating. I didn't comment any further and instead chose to pretend that was really what he was eating.

We finished up dinner and he took me for a little stroll around the town. I had to admit that watching people was one of the few things I liked to do when I sat out front of Lady Hina's house. I loved to watch people running around and seeing the change in their emotions. It was quite fun.

When we returned home I was pleased that my master was still in a good mood. He brought me to my bed and I bowed deeply to show my appreciation.

"Thank you for the night out master. It was lovely to get some fresh air." He said something, but it was soft and I couldn't hear it. For a moment it sounded like my name.

"I apologize master, what did you say?"

He came over to me and placed his hand on the back of my neck. His thumb swept over my cheek and I could feel his breath on my lips.

"I said, good night little wife. Sleep well."

I thought he would kiss me, and I found myself saddened when he didn't. He instead brushed his lips against my temple softly before turning to leave. I watched him as he left full of sorrow and I wanted to tell him he could kiss me, that he could do anything he wanted to me, but I held back. If he didn't want to kiss me then my own desires could not be put above his.

Instead I went to bed, my body lax and well used. I could only wonder what he had in store for me tomorrow.