Chapter 19: Fish

She did look outrageously gorgeous. Her braids removed she let her hair billow over her bare shoulders. The spaghetti strap around her neck held up the front of her loose-fitting top which came down well past where her petite breast started. The baby blue sheer satin fabric the strap was attached to, hung effortlessly over her pert breast. The fabric was like a second skin over the tops of her tits and their puffed-out nipples. The loose fabric hung off her nipples and her tits’ top sides. The fall hid the roundness of her tits’ undersides, hanging loosely until it lay on her taut flat midriff. Then the top tapered off going around her to cover only the lower half of her back. There was no way for her to wear a bra with the top. So when she bent to buckle the strap of her two-and-a-half-inch heels, all of her breasts were visible from the side. Additionally, her upper back displayed smooth lines and defined curves covered by her supple skin. The outfit’s bottom half was tight about her small waist yet flared out hugging her hips and the curve of her ass.

For the second time that day, she wasn’t wearing underwear. Since even the smallest flaw on her ass would have been accentuated. I believe even the smallest of pimples would have looked like a mountain on her perfectly smooth curved butt cheeks. It was all I could do not to run my hand up the back of her thigh and over her beautiful ass while she leaned over fixing her shoe.

She was the object of attention as we walked out through the lobby. I couldn’t fault the guys with lust in their eyes. It had been years since my dinner date had garnered such attention. Mainly because I didn’t have dinner dates. Work hook-ups worked better for me most of the time. But since Jackie would be my dinner companion consistently over the next three months, I would have to get used to the stares and pointing. Even the cab driver did a double-take as she climbed into the car. Likely because she had inadvertently flashed him.

By the time we reached the sushi restaurant her bad attitude and pointed remarks about my screwing Olivia had ended. But a different not so pointed attitude emerged. She really hated fish. Her comments about the place stinking and people not knowing how to use utensils were the result. When I ordered a bourbon neat she ordered a double.

She looked at the menu while treating the liquor like water until it burnt going down. She hoarsely said, “There has to be something in this place that doesn’t come out of the ocean.”

“There is but you’re not having it,” I said flat-toned.

“What? Now you’re telling me what I can eat?” the hoarseness still present.

“Yes,” I offered no further explanation, sipping my drink.

“You can’t do that,” She said a little louder than she thought. It drew the attention of the people around us. She blushed a little when she realized it.

“I just did. And you’ll eat what they bring out for you.” I stated firmly.

“Why would I do that?” she demanded. She needed only a small wave to get the waiter’s attention. He had already been watching her every move, likely to get a view of a mistakenly flashed tit. “Another,” she pointed to her glass. Like it was with Max, the waiter looked over at me and I nodded.

Jackie saw the exchange between us and angrily said, “What are you controlling what I drink too?”

“Yes,” I answered the last question first. Quietly and sternly, I answered the other question, “You will eat what is put before you and be pleasant while doing it for three reasons.” I paused a second until she was fully attentive. “First and foremost because I said you will.” The attention became a look of shocked defiance. “Second because if not when we get back to the room I ... will ... spank you, if not earlier.” The look only changed a little. There appeared to be a hint of hope. “The final reason I will give you when we are back in the room.”

From what I could tell she was stunned and sat quietly. I ordered when the waiter brought her a second double. She stared at the glass and then back at me, “Am I allowed to drink it?”

“Of course, you ordered it,” I kindly said in reply.

“Well, how am I supposed to know?” She inquired more meekly than angry. “Your rules now don’t seem to be the same rules as before.”

“How do you figure?” I inquired.

“You spanked me and said you’d do it again if I didn’t do what you wanted,” she complained.

“As I should. But that isn’t a change in the rules, we are living by for the next three months. From the very first day you traveled as my companion, you agreed not to complain. And before this trip, you agreed to basically three things. No sex, and last I checked I have not tried nor succeeded in having sex with you. We agreed to separate rooms, but you decided to wave that one when we got here. And lastly to do what I ask or accept the consequences. And the consequences are getting spanked. So if I tell you to eat sushi and you refuse, how is my spanking you as a consequence, breaking the rules we came here under?”

“But I didn’t know you meant that, when I agreed,” Jackie said lifting her newly filled bourbon glass.

I put my hand over the tumbler’s opening. “Slowly, like a lady, not a bum sucking down his fortified wine trying to get drunk.”

“Fine,” She put the glass to her pursed lips and took a sip. Then she turned the whole glass up swallowing the double like it was a shot. She coughed and hacked as it burnt going down.

“Seriously,” I said. Her defiance was not unexpected. I then continued our other conversation. “And a beautiful woman like yourself should always be sure about what you agree to. By the way, you look beyond sexy tonight. If you’d discard the no-sex rule it really wouldn’t bother me.”

“Just tell me I have to or you’ll spank me,” she once again was pissed.

“Thanks for the suggestion, but I think no sex was rule one,” I replied. Jackie almost appeared sad I hadn’t demanded she give up the no-sex rule.

We sat in silence for a while afterward. She pointed to her glass despite my glaring at her. The new drink showed up with the plate of sashimi and sushi. Jackie looked petrified. Picking up one of the salmon slices with chopsticks I put the hunk of flesh in my mouth. It tasted fabulous. I looked over at Jackie saying, “Go ahead it’s really good.”

Stone-faced she shook her head no with a small shake. Picking up another bit of meat I lifted it towards her mouth. If you just happened to look at us it probably would have looked sweet. Had she opened her mouth immediately for me to feed her. Her not doing so would draw attention. Seeing that halfway to her lips, she still hadn’t parted them, I growled low, “Open your mouth.”

She shook her head no again, still refusing the presented food. She clamped her lips together tighter and held them that way as I stared. She discretely continued shaking her head no as I gradually lowered the chopsticks. Evidently, the waiter saw the exchange and came to the table. More discretely than Jackie’s head shaking he asked, “Is there a problem?”

I looked at Jackie and back to the waiter a couple of times. Jackie still had a defiant look on her face when I answered. “No, you don’t,” I stressed you, “but thank you for asking.” I then waved him closer and asked, “Is there a back door to the road and loading bay in the back?”

He whispered back, “Yes sir I can show you if you like.”

“Thank you. If you’d be so kind as to do that for me. We’ll be back to finish dinner shortly,” I said. The anger in my voice showed through.

The waiter started to the kitchen door where he stood waiting on me. I stood up, went to Jackie’s chair, and moved it back from the table saying to her, “Come with me.”

Her face showed confusion as I took her by the elbow helping her from her chair. She looked at me a second time and with apprehension, she said, “Where are we going?” Her elbow firmly in hand, we wound around tables and other patrons. I directed her toward the waiter instead of the front door. It took her a second before she recognized we were going further into the restaurant, not out of it. The fright in her voice was palatable as her steps got shorter and slower, “This isn’t the way out. Where are we going?”

The waiter held the swinging door for us saying to me as we approached, “Straight through to the back. The door is on the right.” I was astonished and appreciative of the waiter’s English not so with his volume.

Jackie began trying to pull her arm free of my grip. “What are we doing going into the kitchen?”

“Don’t make a scene,” I gripped her elbow tighter. I turned to the waiter, “Thanks can you get the other door for me and keep it so we can get back in?”

I was basically dragging Jackie at this point. Most of the sushi chefs stopped and watched me drag my sexy companion through the kitchen. In doing so, I’m sure the kitchen staff had ample opportunities to look at Jackie’s not-so-ample but extremely sexy breasts. Thankfully her shoes didn’t provide much traction. So despite her struggle, we continued towards the door. She repeated, “Where are we going?” the whole way to the door. We made it through the door in little time, once we reached it.

We were in the middle of the loading bay when I stopped dragging and let go of her elbow. I had made sure I was between the defiant woman and the kitchen door. I blocked her path, preventing her from going to the door. She stopped going for the door, looked at me, and demanded, “Now what?”

I know my voice resonated with the anger my whole body exuded. “Now you learn, that your word means something.”

There was a panic about her, “Fine, It won’t happen again. Can we go and get something else?”

“No, you seem determined to act like an insolent child. So I am gonna treat you like one. And it’s obvious. There is only one way you’re going to learn.” I said seizing her small hips and turning her away from me. “Now spread your feet and lift your skirt and grab your ankles.”

“What? ... Hell no I’m not doing that. What do you think you’re gonna do to me?” Every muscle in her body was shaking as she turned back to me.

“I’m going to do what your father wasn’t around to do. I’m gonna spank you. Really spank you. Not like before. “ I spun her back around. “Now lift your skirt and bend down and grab your ankles.”

She was persistent and white as a ghost. All the blood had gone from her face. “No, I won’t be spanked by you like this.” I noticed her qualifiers. She wasn’t afraid of being spanked if she thought it was part of sexual role-playing or light BDSM. She had said as much watching “Fifty Shades of Grey.”

“You are free to walk that way,” I pointed down the alley. “And I’ll have your things shipped back to your address. If not ... bend over.”

“But you can do this to me. I swear you’re worse than Todd” Her voice was shrill and her eyes were starting to fill. “I have rights.”

“First, if you ever compare me to your loser ex, again, there will be no walking it back. You will be gone for good. Second, look around. We aren’t in the U.S. They don’t do things the same way here.” I stated though I knew most of the rights she was talking about extended overseas. It was doubtful she would know. “I don’t want to repeat myself and you don’t want me to. Do as I ask, or quit and walk away,” I could feel the heat rising up into my face at her continued refusal.

“But I can’t ... I won’t do that,” she had the first streak run down her cheek from her tear-filled eyes. The first one was followed by many more.