Page 13 of His Beloved Princess
The satisfaction I felt when he emptied himself into my mouth and onto my face was incredible. The love and pride were evident in his clouded eyes when he was watching me as I swallowed his cum, licking the last drops from my lips, giving him an innocent look.
"That was brilliant, princess," he praised in a husky voice, breathing hard, and my heart fluttered with happiness.
"Thank you, sir."
7
Lies and Cuddles
Electra
Finally, I was submerged in the warm water, feeling the tension in my body dissipate and my sore muscles relax. I was drained of my strength. Physically, I was tired, but mentally, I was destroyed. My mind was swirling with different images from the past few hours. My emotions were all over the place.
I didn't understand what was happening, but Bastian reassured me that sub-drop was normal, and I would be fine. According to him, I just needed to breathe and enjoy the attention and care that he was giving me.
And he was perfect. He carried me into the bathroom, cleaned the makeup from my face, rubbed my whole body with a sponge, washed my hair, and while I was focused on even breathing, he was massaging my feet—the greatest wellness ever with the sexiest man on earth. I couldn't ask for more.
When he was done with my legs and had cleaned every inch of my skin, he wiped me with a fluffy towel, wrapped me in a bathrobe, and brought me to the bedroom. Setting me down on the bed, he arranged the cushions under my head while I was trying to find a comfortable position for my aching body.
"Where are you going?" I whispered when he opened the door to the hall. For some reason, I was afraid he would leave me alone. I’d never experienced such a feeling. I couldn't stand the thought of spending the night without him.
"The kitchen, princess. I'll be right back." He came and kissed my forehead before he left the room. I didn't have time to muse about my confused emotions because he returned with a tray full of sweets, fruits, and other delicious stuff in less than a minute. The smell of apple pie made my mouth water and my stomach rumble.
"Hungry?" Bastian asked, setting the food before me. He disappeared behind the door and returned with two glasses of orange juice.
"It's 1 am," I pointed out, unable to reject the vast piece he handed me.
"You had a busy day. You deserve a piece, even when it's late," he answered, stuffing his mouth full of grapes. I didn't need more encouragement. Knowing how devoted he was to a healthy lifestyle, I was sure I earned it when he allowed me to eat after midnight. Still, after devouring three pieces in less than two minutes, he yanked the plate from my hand, frowning at me.
"I said one piece, princess." He shook his head, quickly moving the cake away because I was attacking it with a fork. But it was so incredibly delicious. It melted in my mouth, making me feel like I had tasted heaven. Or I just needed to add sugar to my body.
"The whole pie is one piece," I objected as he rose from the bed and placed the plate on the table, his index finger raised at me.
"Don't touch it. Eat the fruit, drink juice. I'll take a quick shower," he ordered sternly, waking up my inner brat. I watched him as he undressed and took a towel from the closet. I followed his every move until he closed the door to the bathroom, and when I heard the water, I got up and finished another slice. In the end, I ate more than half of the pie, and then sat staring at the plate, quickly assessing my options.
I could leave it on the table and face the consequences of disobedience, or bring it into the kitchen and say I cleaned the dishes. All I had to do waswake up early and tell Bastian that I ate it for breakfast. He would frown and scold me for lacking proteins, yet it was better than punishment.
I left the bedroom quickly with the tray in my hands. The plate with grapes and pear slices stayed on the bed, and the juice was on the nightstand. I did everything in less than three minutes, including hiding the pie in the fridge. I climbed under the covers in the room about ten seconds before Bastian walked out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. He raised his brows, instantly noticing something was missing, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Where is the pie, princess?" he asked, coming closer to the bed, and I did my best to plaster an innocent mask on my face.
"I put it in the fridge," I said, pulling myself up and kneeling before him. I placed my palms on his naked shoulders, moving them down his biceps. He was so muscular and strong. I was turned on only by seeing him. Touching was another level of pleasure. However, he saw right through my game. I often wondered how he always know I was hiding something. He grabbed both my wrists with his hands, stopping my gentle stroking.
"I don't believe you, baby girl," he stated, and his penetrating gaze made my insides quiver. I felt like I had committed a horrible crime. However, I knew the pie wasn't the problem. My attempts to lie to him were.
"I maybe ate another two pieces," I muttered, biting my lower lip, watching as he narrowed his eyes at me. The one corner of his pretty lips was slightly lifted, indicating a suppressed smile. I wasn't in as much trouble as I thought.
"So, you again lied to me," he said, and I shook my head resolutely.
"I didn't lie," I protested, pouting. "The pie is in the fridge. You can check it."
"Maybe I'll do it." He sighed, letting go of my hands. "You're lying to me so often that I need to verify your answer."
"That's not true!" I yelled, outraged. "I'm not lying to you!"
I followed him into the walk-in closet, watching him pull a T-shirt over his head. I licked my lips, tracing the lines of his round, firm ass when he took off the towel and dressed the shorts.
"Why do you need to hide something so stupid from me?" he inquired, and I connected my eyes with his in the mirror because his broad back was still facing me.
