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

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

looked at me and

have

tell

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say

know what it was supposed to mean, but I didn’t

finished your dinner?”

my

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

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

got injured, but you are not giving me another choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single time when you day I make you bored, you are going to receive the

He came back in a minute with two thin ropes in his hand. I watched him with my eyes

the hell are

my hand, and he tied my wists to

in him. He’d

Chapter 60 Punishment

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 I couldn’t. The ropes kept my bands

up again, and his palm slipped back on my breasts, gently massaged them. He didn’t stop rubbing his private part to mine, and that made me in need

like this for a while. I 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 what

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

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