7. Lies and Cuddles
Lies and Cuddles
Electra
F inally, 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 was wake 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.
"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?" A frown 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 cry and 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.