Chapter 14: Sweet punishment
Kathe got startled by seeing Jark sitting on the bed the moment she stepped out of the bathroom. He looked at her briefly before looking back at the business magazine.
Kathe couldn’t help but admire his posture and how handsome and hot he looked sitting that way, his shirt’s upper button slightly loose, revealing his tattooed chest.
"You were out for close to 3 hours. If I may ask, where did you go?"
Jark shattered all her imagination the moment he asked her that question.
Kathe quickly looked away, and her anger from what happened yesterday came rushing back. Instead of replying to him, she walked to the mirror side and began brushing her hair.
"I asked a question, and when I ask questions, I expect a reply."
"But I owe you no reply," Kathe replied, staring at him through the mirror, his eyes meeting with hers, but she didn’t flinch, which he found amusing.
"Every wrong action has punishment, Kathe. I hope you know that."
"I’m not a kid to receive punishment, Jark."
She made sure to stretch his name.
Jark smirked at her through the mirror. He dropped the magazine back on the bed as he stood up and walked closer to her, his eyes still locked with hers.
For some odd reason, Kathe felt a chill run down her spine. Her mind screamed danger.
She quickly dropped the brush back on the mirror table, as she was about to walk away from Jark like prey running away from a predator he suddenly grabbed her arm, throwing her against the wall, not hard, not soft, as a tiny whimper escaped from Kathe’s mouth.
He pinned her to the wall so tightly that Kathe found herself trapped within his arms, his scent enveloping her.
"Let me go, Jark," Kathe gritted her teeth.
"Like I said, there is punishment for anyone that disobeys me."
He said as his finger found its way to Kathe’s exposed back, making Kathe to pause in her struggle as her eyes widened.
"Is this the way you punish everyone?"
She asked as her mind began imagining things.
"No, it depends on who I decide to punish. And I ask again, where did you go?"
This time around, it wasn’t just his finger that worked, but he used his lips to blow cool air at her neck while his finger trailed slowly to her waist, causing a tiny groan to escape Kathe’s lips.
She quickly bit her tongue to stop herself from making any silly sounds.
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Thompson walked inside the mansion, heading to Jark’s room with some documents in his hands.
"Mr. Thompson."
The security guard in charge called out to him.
"Cloe, what are you doing in the main mansion?"
"I came to m..."
Just as he was about to speak, the old lady called out to Thompson.
"Thompson, why are you the only one here? Where is Jark?"
The old lady asked as she stretched her neck, looking for Jark around.
"Oh, he..."
"Don’t lie to me, Thompson. You both went out for work, and I wasn’t expecting either of you to return today. Where is Jark?"
"Madam, it’s just that... Mrs. Kathe has been kidnapped, so boss went out to search for her."
Thompson replied, his eyes cast on the ground.
Cloe tried his best to stop Thompson through eye signals, but Thompson was not looking at him.
"Who told you that Kathe got kidnapped?"
"We happened to find out. You can ask Cloe here."
Thompson replied, the old lady turning to look at Cloe.
Cloe quickly turned his head in another direction. That was when it dawned on Thompson that something was wrong.
Even the old lady turned to look at Cloe, but both got no reply from him, only an awkward expression.
"Kathe wasn’t kidnapped. I actually sent her to get something. She should be back by now. Cloe, have you seen Jark around?"
"Yes, madam. He must be in his room."
"Okay, let me go meet him to let him know that Kathe wasn’t kidnapped."
The old lady left them and went to Jark’s room quarters.
Immediately the old lady left, Thompson quickly turned to face Cloe with a questioning look.
"What is going on here, Cloe?"
"Hmm... Actually, Mrs. Kathe had returned home. The whole matter is complicated. We found out that we ended up chasing the wrong cabs, and boss is furious with us. I came to meet you to help plead with boss for us."
"What? And you didn’t tell me all this? Where is boss?"
"He’s home."
"On a second thought, you deserve all the punishment that he will give to you, and you alone."
"But I tried to give you signals."
Before he could complete his statement, Thompson had already walked out on him.
Cloe couldn’t help but rub his bald head in frustration.
All he had wished for was never to enter the boss’s bad books. He remembered what had happened to the previous guard, and he didn’t want that to happen to him.
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Back in the room, Jark had already removed half of Kathe’s dress, revealing her fair, delicate back.
This time, Kathe didn’t seem to resist.
His hands made their way to her bra and unhooked it, his finger brushing away the bra strap, letting it fall a little lower.
"Jark."
It was supposed to come out as a word, but it came out as a moan instead.
Something was pooling below her.
"Where did you go, dear wife?"
His voice was husky as he whispered into her ears, making his breath tickle her neck.
"Like I said earlier, I owe you no explanation."
"Why?"
"You failed to give me an explanation yesterday."
"You knew already."
"Knew what?"
"I hate lies, Kathe. You knew already."
"Oh, that it was your childhood friend, Rhea, that pushed me into the pool?"
She raised her voice slightly this time.
Jark pinched her again, making her stop mid-sentence.
"Then why didn’t you say anything?"
"You failed to protect me."
"Is that so?"
Jark asked as he kissed her neck while his hands continued to roam, giving her a strange sensation.
Unknown to them, the old lady happened to overhear Kathe’s statement about Rhea pushing her into the pool.
She quietly left the hallway again.
"Jark..."
Kathe moaned out his name.
She wasn’t naive about things that happened between couples, but this was the first time she was experiencing it without reading about it in books.
"Hmmm."
Jark hummed in reply as he walked his free hand down to her thigh, his body pressed against hers.
Kathe couldn’t hold back the moan anymore.
Jark moved his hand further up her thigh.
Since she was wearing a loose gown, it gave him easy access.
He was about to move his hand higher when he felt something soft.
He paused.
That was when it dawned on Kathe that she didn’t know where to hide her face.
"Are you on your menstrual cycle?"
Jark asked.
Due to the embarrassment, Kathe could only nod her head, pressing her face against the wall.
’Who gets aroused during their period?’
Kathe couldn’t help but ask herself.
Jark smirked at her reaction.
"Oh, that’s enough punishment for you. More pleasing than what I had imagined."
He stepped back, giving Kathe the freedom to move.
"Wait, what?"
Kathe exclaimed as she turned to look at him.
He smirked at her and left the room.
Kathe couldn’t help but curse him under her breath as she could still feel the strange sensation under her belly.
She quickly dressed back up to avoid further embarrassment.
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