Chapter 198. Do I Have Your Consent?

I was running a dry napkin over the dishes when a strong hand wrapped around my neck from behind. 

I froze, the dish suspended midair as my back thudded into his naked chest.

He ran the tip of his nose down the side of my face, his thumb pressing down on my pulse.

My breath hitched, a shiver running through me.

“Do I still have your consent to hurt you?” He whispered hoarsely in my ear. And my eyes lit up, remembering his words back at his office in the nightclub.

“If I say no?”

He paused behind me, but his fist remained tight around my throat, pushing me to the very brink of consciousness in a choke, and I let the dish slip out of my fingers into the sink, crashing with a loud crack.

His voice returned, a low whisper, “Then I’ll fuck my fist till this passes in two weeks.” 

And by ‘THIS’ I knew exactly what he meant. The darkness, the heat, the turmoil I felt right after torturing Norio, only much, much worse in his case.

His