Free The Accidental Slave (Aya's story Part 1) by Elin Peer

nodded to the rope on the bed. “You could
always tie him up.” Her voice was sardonic, and Kato ignored
her.
    “How many stitches should I make?” Kato asked,
and Aya suspected he was dragging it out, hoping she would give in
and take over. Sewing someone for the first time was unpleasant for
most people.
    She sighed. “The biggest cut is by his hairline,
so try to position yourself with your knees on each side of his
head. That way you’ll keep him steady. Cross his arms and restrain
them by pulling his t-shirt over his head. But you’ll need more
light to see clearly.”
    Kato pointed to the living room. “Get the lamp,
will you?”
    Aya didn’t like being ordered around but she got
the lamp and watched as Kato made the first stitch. He was holding
his breath for every stitch, and wrinkled his forehead in
concentration when he made the knot Aya had taught him. It took
twenty-five stitches in deep silence before Kato was done.
    “Maybe I should’ve become a doctor,” Kato
murmured, taking pride in his work.
    “What? And save lives instead of taking them?”
Aya snorted.
    Kato applied the disinfectant fluid and the
healing balm before Aya left and went back to the same chair as
before.
    “Thank you, Aya,” Kato muttered from behind her,
but she didn’t answer.
    A minute later she heard him make noise in the
kitchen, but she was too deep in her own troubled thoughts to care
about food. She didn’t know how long it had been when Kato came
into the living room.
    “Here, eat something.” He pushed a bowl of rice
into her hands.
    Aya shook her head. Just the thought of the
kitchen it came from made her lose her appetite.
    “Eat,” he ordered impatiently.
    Aya raised her head to look at him. He was
standing in front of her, clearly frustrated that she wouldn’t eat,
and part of her took joy in this last piece of control that was
hers.
    “I’m. Not. Hungry,” she said slowly and
firmly.
    “Eat the fucking rice, Aya.” Kato bent down over
her, making her pull back in her chair.
    “No!” she insisted, hoping it sounded braver
than she felt.
    He narrowed his eyes. “Do you want me to force
you to eat?”
    Summoning all her inner strength, she rose to
her feet, making Kato pull back just enough to give her room to
stand. “I said no,” she told him with a cold stare.
    Once again they were standing in close proximity
with eyes locked. The vibrations between them were loaded, and no
matter how much she hated it, there was a primal sexual desire for
him. Instinctively Aya understood that this was a power struggle
that would set a precedent between her and Kato. She refused to
back down and submit to his will.
    They didn’t move an inch until Kato placed his
hands on her hips and pulled her closer while letting his glance
slide down to her mouth.
    Aya reacted instinctively and shoved the bowl of
rice she was still holding into his chest while snarling: “Don’t
even think about it.”
    Kato stiffened but didn’t pull away from her.
With eyes searching hers he let his warm hands wander higher on her
body. Aya tried to take a step back but the chair was behind
her.
    “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too?” he
murmured in a low seductive voice.
    “Get your hands off me,” Aya growled, angry at
herself for feeling so aroused by him and determined to never show him.
    Kato stood his ground and with a quick movement
he tucked her close again. “I’ll back off if you eat the rice,
Aya.”
    “Eat the bloody rice yourself. I’m not hungry.”
She looked away but Kato leaned in again and this time he bit her
earlobe gently. “What will it be? Me or the rice?”
    Neither! her inner warrior shouted,
internally flipping a finger at Kato, but Kato’s gentle bites were
moving down her neck, starting a series of fires inside her, and
she was afraid it would ignite a major one – making her do
something she’d regret.
    With Jonul she had fought physically but with
Kato it was different. She wasn’t afraid