Cold Hearted Princess

Chapter 60 Punishment

*Your thigh has bruises on

I looked at it, it indeed looked bad, but even if I didn’t fall that badly for a long time, I got used to it.

“I used to have many of them.”

He remained quiet, but I saw he didn’t like that at all. After we got

I agreed.

we got dressed, he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie in the cinema room. Actually, I didn’t mind,

I made myself comfortable but, just as I expected, he held me in his embrace. We laid there lazily till dinner time. I wanted to cook something, but he wanted me to rest. I didn’t mind.

While we sat at the table, eating. I was thinking about how lazy I became, and I didn’t like it at all. I used to get up at about four am every day. I trained, studied, worked, skated, cooked, and I still had a little time to spend with my friends sometimes.

Now I was happy with Gideon, and I got to train Ava, but I had nothing else to do

at are you thinking about?” I looked up at Gideon. While my thoughts wear far away, I stopped eating and probably he noticed that

“Nothing”

“Alice, if a wo

I smiled.

a woman says nothing, that never means nothing.”

always had a lot to do, but now I

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me and

I have never

you trying to tell

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say it

what it was supposed to mean,

you finished your

my

he stood up and stepped to me. He lifted me up into his arms and he walked with me

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

you are not giving me another choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then

down on the bed, and he went to his dressing room. He came back in a minute with two thin ropes in his

hell

held my hand, and he tied my wists to the bed frame. I didn’t know why,

trusted in him. He’d

Chapter 60 Punishment

abdomen to mine. His palms slipped up on my belly, caressing my breasts. After bending over me, he kissed me. I was eager to touch him, but I couldn’t. The ropes kept my bands

slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged them.

reached out to his drawer in the bedside cabinet and took a small knife out.

belly, and he cut my t–shirt. The knife was sharp, so it made a quick, clear cut. After looking at my bra for a few s knife to it. He cut it too. He lingered, caressing my skin with the cold metal’s dull side, which gave

seconds, he moved the

into the drawer, he held my ruined bra, and he threw it

nipples. He sucked it gently while I could feel his tongue as well. I moaned in pleasure. I never thought it could feel that good. It seemed like hours passed when he stopped, but he only moved to the other side to continue torturing me the same way he did with