Page 15 of His Beloved Princess
Bastian
Iwas cutting pineapple for breakfast when my gorgeous princess walked into the kitchen, dressed in a green tank top and shorts, which barely covered her sexy plump ass. I smirked, hungrily staring at her chest. Her erect nipples instantly gave me a few ideas for a good time.
However, my girl wasn't ready for another round. The dark circles under her eyes were proof of how tired she was. Plus, she was very pale. She needed rest. The last few days were exhausting, and I wasn't very supportive. I had to make it up for her.
"Good morning, princess," I greeted her as she appeared like a nightwalker behind the kitchen island. Her hair was everywhere around her cute face, looking like a destroyed bird's nest. I couldn't suppress a smile while setting the plate with whole grain toast and smoked salmon in front of her. She was the most adorable person in my life.
"Morning," she groaned after a few seconds, drifting her gaze between the food, coffee, and juice. "No pancakes?" she asked, the disappointment evident in her hoarse voice.
"No sweets, remember?" I snickered when she wrinkled her nose, placing a strawberry into her splendid mouth. Even such a simple, innocent gesture gave me a hard-on. This woman cursed me, that's for sure.
"You're a tyrant," she muttered under her breath, frowning into her mug. I heard her clearly, yet I decided to give her another chance to say something nice to me. Her feelings were understandable; she loved chocolate and different candies, but the punishment was set and justified. She should've come clean about her misconduct, and I would've been easier on her.
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly, acting like I hadn't paid attention to her. I sat opposite her, watching her with a sly smirk when she flashed me a fake smile.
"How was your morning, sir?" she inquired, cupping a mug with both hands, piercing me with her hazel eyes.
"Amazing, thanks," I replied politely, feeling her stare on my face. "Can I help you with something?" I asked before taking the first bite.
"Can you change my punishment?" She batted her eyelashes, chewing her bottom lip, but it did not affect me. I started to eat, ignoring her attempts to persuade me with an innocent-looking expression.
"Your punishment is exactly as it should be, princess," I said because she expected a response. I wasn't in the mood to negotiate. She got what she deserved; surely, she knew that things could only get worse.
"I can't survive two weeks without sweets," she stated resolutely, crossing her arms over her chest and giving me a stern glare. Noticing that her cute approach didn't work, she flipped the page and tried to...intimidate me?
"You can." I moved the glass with orange juice to my lips, seeing her clenched jaw. She was pissed. "And if you don't stop," I continued after a slight pause, during which I sipped my drink, "I'll make it three."
"Oh, c'mon!" Her palms slammed on the island, and my brows shot up. I expected her to be angry, but I didn't expect such a strong rejection. "Can't I get a spanking?" she whined, pleading with her eyes.
I really didn't want to do this, yet she went too far. Punishment should be something she disliked. I made a mistake by not explaining her punishments, and I had caused problems for myself with her not understanding that I wasn't fooling around.
"No, you can't." I shook my head, leaning into my seat. "And you just earned yourself another week.” Losing my appetite, I set the fork down. I didn't imagine our morning would be one big fight over candies.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she yelled, challenging my patience. She was one step away from causing herself a severe problem. I could tolerate her being grumpy but not disrespectful. "For what?" she demanded as if I had sentenced her to spend two years in prison.
"Four weeks," I announced firmly, not letting her provoke me. I should be able to handle her tantrum, but it was difficult when all I wanted to do was bend her over my knee and spank her until her ass was blue.
"Bastian!" she hollered, hitting the island with her fist, and I inhaled sharply. My patience was at its end.
"Yes, Electra?" I asked calmly when in reality, I was dying with the desire to fuck her into submission. But she didn't deserve that kind of treatment.
"That's not fair! You're abusing your power." She did her best to contain her temper because she knew that the line was close.
"Am I?" I raised one eyebrow at her mockingly, trying to guess what she would say.
"Yes!" she grumbled, leaning closer over the counter. "What if I use my safeword?" Her eyes narrowed, but what should be a threat almost made me laugh out loud.
"Do you think I'm scared of a safeword?" I chuckled. "Be my guest; do it," I challenged, knowing it wasn't a situation for a safeword. She was bluffing, and it didn't go well for her.
"Aaargh! You're impossible!" She abruptly rose to her feet, moving to leave the room theatrically.
"Eat your breakfast, princess," I soothed, attempting to defuse the situation.
"I'm not hungry!" she claimed, turning her back on me.
"Electra," I addressed her in a firm voice reserved for giving orders. She was a quick learner and knew when she was in trouble. However, she didn't do anything. She just stood on the spot like she was frozen to the ground. "Sit back down and eat your food," I repeated, expecting her to do as I said, but to my surprise, she turned to face me, her hazel eyes filled with rage.
"Eat it by yourself," she spat, stomping out of the kitchen, and that was it. She crossed the line—hard.
