8. Sweets and Candies
Sweets and Candies
Bastian
I was 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.
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 her slowly 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.