Free BindingCherryBlossoms by Gia Dawn Page B

rested on his thighs. His jaw
clenched. She could see the outline of his erection where it rose against his
stomach, and smiled as she watched him spread his knees apart. “Put on the
kimono before I decide not to control my baser urges.” He untied the sash
around his robe and pulled it completely open, giving her an unobstructed view
of his swollen cock. “Unless you would like to forgo your lesson for the
night?”
    “No.” Sakura grabbed her kimono and slid it over her
shoulders, wrapping the simple obi sash around her waist. She had practiced too
hard to let him off so easily. She was ready to show him how quickly she had
learned. In seconds she was kneeling on the mat beside him.
    “Huh.” He grunted, then closed his robe once more before he
lowered his palms to the floor and bowed his head between them.
    Sakura copied the movement.
    He pointed to the kettle. “What is this?”
    “ Kama .”
    “And this?” He held up the bamboo ladle.
    “ Hishaku. ”
    Now he picked up the delicately crafted whisk.
    “ Chasin ,” she said without hesitation.
    After they had worked their way through the rest of the
utensils, he gave her a slight smile. “Well done. Did you watch the video I
gave you?”
    “Every day.” Sakura could not keep the admiration from her
voice. “Who is that woman? She is stunning. Amazing. I watched her over and
over and over. I swear I couldn’t tear my eyes away.”
    “Thank you, keisei . I will tell my mother how much
you appreciate her expertise.”
    “That gorgeous woman is your mother?” Sakura’s pride
tumbled.
    How on earth was she ever going to compare to that? If he
grew up watching his mother perform the ceremony with such absolute perfection,
how was she supposed to do anything that came even close? She felt ungainly and
clumsy by comparison, her earlier confidence crumbling like dried-out cake. It
grew worse when he stood and moved to open the door.
    “I have invited another apprentice of mine to observe.”
    “Your apprentice?” Sakura watched in shivering fascination
as Ty Brisson limped into the room. Even though the man was masked and wearing
a black kimono, she would know him anywhere. What was he apprenticing for?
    Only one discipline sprang to mind.
    Ty was learning the art of bondage.
    Did he recognize her? Would he report her decadent behavior
to Ian?
    Starting to hyperventilate, Sakura bowed her head in a
gesture of submission meant more to hide her from his eyes than any true
respect. To the man’s credit, he seemed to know what was required of him for he
slipped off his sandals and knelt on the mat, bowing his head to the floor.
    “You are required to welcome a guest,” her Bakushi chastised, resuming his place beside her.
    “ K-konnichiwa ,” she managed, taking a gulp of air.
    “ Domo arigatou ,” Ty responded, raising his head and
sitting back on his heels. If the position gave him any discomfort he did not
show it, although Sakura thought she saw his jaw clench shut as he assumed the seiza position.
    But she didn’t have time to ponder the implications as her
teacher handed her a cloth napkin and took one for himself, folding it neatly
and laying it beside him. He nodded his head for her to copy his movements.
    She did manage to fold the napkin well enough, but she
cringed when he took the top off the pot of boiling water and grasped the
ladle. This was a tricky part. One had to scoop up just the right amount of
water, pour it into the bowl without spilling a drop, and then rest the ladle
on top of the pot before sliding one’s hand away gracefully.
    Which he did as elegantly as his mother. Of course.
    Sakura’s unease grew. She managed to scoop up the water well
enough, but sloshed it down one side of the bowl as she tried to pour it out,
earning her a grunt of displeasure.
    “ Iie .” Ian poured the water back into the kettle and
motioned for her to try again. This time she did manage to pour it without
mishap, but when she picked up the whisk