Hellbound Heart

This bunos chapter is dedicated to @Sacogun! Thank you so very much for the super gifts!! <3

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Elle was currently giving her all to not just bury her face into her palms and instead, did her best to retort rather righteously. "I… I wasn't talking about f-f**king. Did I ever say that?!! I'm talking about punishments. I assumed you don't do gentle punishments based on the… thing you did to me on the couch." Her voice was squeaky and shrill. But she could not help it. Even her face was giving her away. She was only holding on by the skin of her teeth in not breaking down due to embarrassment.r

She felt him smile behind her as she secretly breathed in a sigh of relief that she somehow managed to come up with a rather decent response to him. Internally, she thought that she had almost given pherself and her desires away. Not that she was thinking about it. No… she had no such thoughts.r

"Oh… is that so? My bad, then." There was a humorous amusement very present in his voice as her said that. And then suddenly, he released her, causing Elle's body to protest from the loss of contact. She forced herself to stay still, refusing to give in to her body's urge to turn around and continue sticking onto him. r

With controlled heavy and warm breaths, Elle waited for him to touch her again. But oh dear lord, seconds just passed and he still did not. What was he… doing? Could this be another part of his punishment?r

Stubbornly, Elle did not turn, nor spoke to ask anything of him as well. Hmph… two can play at this game. Even as curiosity was killing her, she still held her ground until he finally broke the silence. r

"Turn around, Izabelle." Came his commanding voice that had her insides, jolting – but in a good way. r

Slowly, she turned. Only she herself knew how ecstatic she was upon him being the first to cave from their silence. But her eyes widened after turning at the sight of him squatting on the floor, looking up at her with that wicked breath-stealing eyes of his. r

"It's time to move on to the next part." He muttered and he then reached for her hips with both hands outstretched, causing her to catch her breath from his actions. His handsome face was… right before her…r

Her entire body burned red as she unconsciously stepped back. But he held her still, not letting her move even a single inch away from him. "Be good and stay still, Izabelle." His eyes smoldered through his thick and dark lashes as he stared up at her and when he lowered his eyes, she watched them lingering on her… down there. That sent a jolt of desire running through her again. And she saw something depraved and starved crossing those grey orbs as he raked his hungry eyes over her. Oh, dear lord… give me the strength!r

His teasing hands then travelled from her hips to her curved behind. She winced a little when his fingers brushed across the cheek of her butt that he had just spanked only minutes ago.r

"Does it still sting?" he asked. His dark voice questioning and soothing again.r

She only nodded, head bowed. Unable to look into his eyes. r

He caressed her butt cheek gently as if he was trying to soothe the pain away. "Just to clarify…" he started as he kept himself busy with his task. "Just because I was rough with my first punishment, it doesn't mean that all my punishments have to be that way. In fact…" the corner of his mouth lifted with a devious tug. "… have I told you that I also love painless and slow and gentle punishments too?" r

She shivered at the suggestive look in his eyes and at the same time because of his fingers accidentally or purposefully brushing against her lower folds as he rubbed soap along her inner thigh. No… with that devious look, he had definitely had to be doing that on purpose! r

Flushing, she was about to forcefully tear her gaze off him when he released her from his gaze first. He focused his attention on his slow ministrations, his hands gliding downwards until it reached the tips of her toes. r

Lifting her leg, he placed her feet on his leg. Something in her was turning into a molten lava the longer she stared at him. The longer she stared, the more her eyes formed a blurry haze that sent her mind covered in a fog. Staring for an extended time at this insanely handsome prince, squatting right down there and washing her feet, she truly had no defense against this. r

Without her knowing, she started biting on her lips as her gaze stayed completely glued on him. Lord, she wanted him… this gorgeous husband of hers… she desperately wanted him to… r

Her gaze settled on his well-formed hands on her feet and then to his powerful tattooed muscles. He was so toned, so hot… so perfect that it was truly impossible for any woman to not lust for him. She wanted to know how it would feel to touch him… that tattooed fiery skin of his… she wondered how it would feel to… hold him…r

Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality by her own loud moan when his fingers brushed against her down there again. She blazed red in embarrassment as their eyes accidentally met. She had moaned so loudly before she even realized it! Oh lord! r

He smirked in satisfaction but in the very next moment, the hunger in his eyes took over everything else as he stared up at her. r

But then, the warm water started to fall on her, effectively washing away the soap that was all over her. It seems that it was finally over. The slow sweet torture was finally over. And she was so embarrassed to know that she was not happy nor relieved that it was. Dear lord…r

Just as she was expecting him to finally rise to his feet, he licked his lips, stared at her down there before meeting her eyes straight on. r

"I'm contemplating… which one should I use to wash you here, hmm? Izabelle?" his sultry voice flowed like velvet in her veins. His pupils dilating causing his irises to blaze with a metallic grey inferno. "My fingers or my tongue…?" r