Page 14 of His Beloved Princess
"Because you forbade me to eat it, and I did it anyway." I shrugged nonchalantly, acting like it was no big deal when, in reality, my whole body trembled. I hated it when he was angry at me, but disappointed? It was pure torture. "You will punish me for it," I muttered under my breath, looking down at my hands. I felt horrible, and it had nothing to do with a pie. He didn't trust me. He said it by himself.
"I forbade it because first, your tummy will hurt.” He turned around, slowly taking steps towards me. “And second, do you actually think I will deliver any punishment tonight?” He put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look into his handsome face. “You can barely hold your eyes open."
"You won't punish me?" I whispered. The surprise was evident in my quiet voice.
"I will," he answered, his lips twisted in a half-smile similar to the evil grin I knew very well. "For two weeks, you're forbidden to eat any kind of sweets, candies, cakes, pies, or anything that comes to your mind when I say sugar."
"You can't do it!" I almost shouted, crossing my arms over my chest and backing away from him. I couldn't survive a day without chocolate.
"Can't I?" He flashed me a toothy grin, showing me his perfect white teeth. "I can do anything. And if you don't follow my order, I have a cane in a drawer. Would you like to meet it?"
I groaned in frustration, abruptly turning around and stomping into the bedroom. I took off the robe, and now naked, I hid under the covers. His heavy footsteps echoed on the carpet, so I knew he entered the room. I peeked from under the blanket, watching him as he set the plate with fruits on the table and turned off the lights. He walked around the bed and lay down.
His body was close to mine, yet I was hurt, primarily by my behavior. It wasn't about sweets and candies. It was because, thanks to my stupid antics, he wouldn’t trust me with important things. And it was all my fault.
"Do you want to cuddle?" he asked, much closer than I expected. Without a word, I turned around and stuck my head out from under the cover to look at him. He was leaning against the headboard. Only the lamp on his nightstand was on, and when he noticed me, he put away his phone, connecting his eyes with mine.
"Or not?" He smiled softly at me, moving his hand for me to join him.
"Will you take it off?" I pointed to his T-shirt, which was blocking me from touching his naked skin. I wanted us to be as close as possible, and he didn't hesitate. It ended up on the floor next to the bed.
I moved to him, wrapping my arm and leg around him, caressing his bare chest and listening to the sounds of his strong heart. Instantly, I felt much better.
"Are you angry with me?" I whispered, making circles with my index finger on his skin. He moved his hand from my back, gently buried his fingers in my hair, and kissed my forehead.
"No, princess," he muttered, resting his chin on the top of my head. "I'm sad." My heart sank, and I blinked a few times, pulling myself up.
"Because of me?" I asked in a weak voice. Tears burned in my eyes. He never said he felt sad because of me. I wanted to make him happy, not let him down.
"Because I don't understand the problem," he replied, placing his palm on my cheek. I leaned into his touch, giving him a confused look. "Why are you doing this, princess? Did someone hurt you? Punish you for no reason? Or are you scared of me?"
"What?" I gasped, cupping his face with my hands. "I'm not scared of you," I stated with every ounce of certainty I was capable of. "It's just..." I paused for a second, trying to find the right words. However, I didn't have an explanation. "It's a habit. It's not like I'm hurting anyone," I said apologetically, chewing my bottom lip. I didn't know what else to say.
"Okay." He nodded slightly, studying my face. His probing gaze made me nervous. It was like he was trying to read my thoughts. "But one day, this might hurt our relationship. I don't want to risk that."
"What do you mean?" Afrown settled on my face when my mind tried to understand where he was going with it.
"What if we end up in a situation where I must choose to trust you or someone else? Those little innocent lies will haunt me, and eventually, they could affect my decision. What then?"
His question took me by surprise. I didn't know how to react. They cut deep into my heart when I realized their meaning, and my lower lip quivered. I had difficulty suppressing tears, which threatened to fall from my tired eyes.
"Would you choose someone else over me?" I sobbed, feeling crushed by the weight of his words. He immediately pulled me closer, wrapping his muscular arms around my body.
"This is a horrible time for this conversation," he muttered next to my ear, brushing my hair. "I just wanted you to see my side. Maybe you think I'm overreacting or taking my dominant role too seriously, but to answer your question, I would never choose someone else over you. You're my princess. I'll always be by your side."
He kissed my forehead tenderly, then my nose, and I giggled, feeling much better after his reassurance. He never betrayed my trust. I didn't catch him with a lie, or he didn't try to hide something from me. He was always honest, so my irrational actions were foolish. Yet, I couldn't explain it. No matter how hard I tried, it was an impossible task.
"Even if I lie about an apple pie?" I inquired with a small smile, batting my eyelashes.
"Even if you lie about an apple pie," he confirmed with a slight nod, brushing the hair away from my face. I couldn't resist and leaned closer, gently pecking his lips. Before I could comprehend what happened, I was lying on my back, and he was dominating my mouth in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, allowing him to take me again.
He made love to me, slowly and tenderly, without any rush, and I felt it all: the love, the care, the fear—everything. I couldn't help but cryand smile at the same time when I reached my climax. I needed to let it all go, and all that was left was him, my amazing man.
I fell asleep in his arms, enveloped in a blanket, listening to his breathing and a song he hummed. It was like a fairytale.
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Sweets and Candies
