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.”

like I’m lazy, I always had a lot to do, but now

“Don’t you like it?”

“I miss being busy.”

at me

have never

tell

I shrugged my shoulders,

can say it

didn’t know what it was supposed to

finished your

at my plate.

lifted me up into his arms and he walked with me to

“Gideon,

what are you dolug?”

choice. So fm going to give your promised punishment now. And then every single time when

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

the hell are

my hand, and he tied my

He’d never

Chapter 60 Punishment

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

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 stop rubbing his private part to

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

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 it too. He lingered, caressing my skin with the cold metal’s dull

seconds, he moved the

back into the drawer, he held my ruined bra, and he threw it on the floor. I laid there

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