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

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me and

have

tell me you

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say it like

what it was supposed to

you finished your dinner?” He

at my plate. It

he stood up and stepped to me. He lifted me up into

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single time when you day I make you bored, you

went to his dressing room. He came back in a minute with two thin ropes in his hand. I watched him with

the hell

my hand, and he tied my wists to the bed frame.

trusted in him. He’d never hurt me, I

Chapter 60 Punishment

he finished tying me up, then he held a pillow and put it under my butt. He spread my legs, and he kneeled between them, pushing his lower 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

when he finally stopped to kiss me. He kneeled up again, and his palm slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged them. He didn’t

frowned curiously when he reached out to his drawer in the bedside cabinet and took a small knife out. I still trusted him. Leastwise, this is

moved the knife to my 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

seconds, he moved the

my ruined bra, and he threw it on the floor. I laid there half

bent over to kiss one of my 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 the other. I felt I’d go mad if he wouldn’t