Page 16 of His Beloved Princess
I swiftly rose from my seat, taking a wooden spoon on my way out of the kitchen and catching Electra in the hall. With two long strides, I was behind her, grabbing her neck and pinning her against the wall. She squealed when I pushed her face harder into the surface, my mouth very close to her ear.
"What the fuck did you say to me?" I hissed, holding her tightly when she wriggled.
"N-nothing," she stammered, but it was too late to play it cute. I've reached my limit.
"Repeat it!" I ordered. The wooden spoon was burning my palm. I couldn't wait to mark her ass with it.
"N-no," she cried out, trying to shake her head. She realized how much trouble she was in, yet at this point, I didn't know the word mercy. She would get what she earned.
"No?" I echoed, noticing her ragged breathing. I grasped the hem of her shorts, taking them off in one swift movement, exposing her bare bottom. "This will teach you some respect."
I gave her four sharp hits with a spoon, earning gasps from her. It wasn't hard; I was just getting started. After another three or four, she began to whimper, and red marks appeared on her skin. But I wasn't satisfied. I held her in place with one hand while, with the other, I continued to execute her punishment.
Her ass was bright red, and two round bruises formed in the middle of her full cheeks. She was crying and apologizing all over again, yet I was deaf to her pleas.
"I'm sorry, sir...Please," she wailed when she received the next round of hits. "I won't...do it again...please," she promised, sobbing, and I gave her the last two hard spanks.
"Get on your knees!" I growled, pushing her down. She obeyed without hesitation, leaning into her palms on the wall. She panted, and her body trembled. I threw the spoon away and took off my shorts, kneeling behind her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I grabbed her breast roughly, and with the other, I seized her throat while I slammed my cock deep into her wet pussy.
"Will you be a good girl?" I whispered into her ear, torturing her with slow withdrawals and hard pushes. She was crumbling under my hands, surrendering to me more and more with every thrust.
"Yes, sir," she mumbled, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side when my member lanced her again. I tightened my grip on her, not choking her, just holding her firmly while my movements quickened. Her moans grew louder when she was taking me, and I pinched her nipple, disturbing her brain from the building orgasm.
"Do you like provoking me?" I groaned, making her giggle. I had to admit, she outplayed me. However, I knew she faked the whole thing in a moment when I noticed her aroused state.
"Yes, sir," she moaned, digging her nails into my thigh.
"I should give you another round with the spoon for this," I threatened, grasping her breast. She was very close to her release. I felt her pussy clench around me and her body quivering.
"Please," she cried, earning a slap on her ass.
"Please, what?" I asked sternly, massaging the spot where I hit. The imprint of my hand stayed on her skin. I was rough on her. However, she asked for it.
"Please, sir, can I come?" she pleaded, gnawing at my leg. I let go of her neck and breast and clutched her hips, increasing my rhythm. I pounded her like a dog in heat, losing myself in her. Fuck, she was terrific. It felt so good to be inside her, feeling herslowly falling apart.
"Come, princess," I groaned, allowing her to let go. In a few seconds, she was moaning and whining, calling my name, shaking when waves of pleasure washed over her. I found my climax soon after, holding her hips, leaning my head back, and squeezing my eyes shut. Shit! She was the best.
9
A Plea
Electra
It was the best day ever, full of cuddling and kissing, but we also did the usual stuff like an ordinary couple. While I cooked dinner, Bastian was working and dealing with the “incompetency of his employees.” In one moment, he was so angry that when he slammed his hand against the table in his office and began to yell, I found myself holding my breath. He was two spacious rooms away from me, but I heard every word.
Shit. He was pissed and fired someone without any mercy. On a Sunday!
“Everything okay?” I asked in a thin voice half an hour later when he entered the kitchen with a deep scowl. I didn’t like his expression. Something went to shit.
I placed a bowl with a tomato salad on the kitchen island, waiting for him to join me, but he just stood on the threshold, watching me. An uneasy feeling in my chest grew when I stared at his frowning self. Most of the time, his face lit up when he saw me, but not this time. I was afraid I did something to make him angry, yet I didn’t know what.
“We need to talk, princess,” he said after a long silence, and my stomach sank. The seriousness in his voice was evident, making me question all my actionsduring the day. However, I couldn’t find the reason behind his glowering grimace. “But let’s eat first.”
He motioned to the high stools and held one for me to sit on. I slowly approached him, putting my palm on his forearm and connecting my eyes with his.
“What happened?” I asked softly, giving him a kind smile.
“I’ll tell you everything, Electra,” he promised, taking my hand and gently squeezing it. “Sit down, please.”
