DESIRE TO CONTROL HER ✅

Part: 70 My Little Butterfly

The next morning, I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. My eyes widened when I didn't find Butterfly lying beside me. I dashed my eyes to the bathroom, but she isn't there too as its door is open and the lights are off.

Did she again leave me? As this thought came into my mind, I became anxious and my heartbeat accelerated.

I hastily climbed down from the bed and rushed outside. I sighed with profound relief and a beatific smile flashed on my face after seeing her working in the kitchen, humming the song cheerily.

Suddenly I frowned as I saw her bandaged hands. Why she is working when she is injured? This girl never takes care of herself. Sometimes she makes me so angry.

I marched to her and swiftly turned her towards me by tugging her arm. "Are you crazy, Butterfly? What the hell are you doing?" I flared up.

She stared at me bemusedly, narrowing her brows. "I'm preparing breakfast for us. Why are freaking out?"

"Your hands, they need rest for a quick recovery. Don't stress them." I explained to her in a calm tone, placing one hand on her face and holding her hand with my other hand. I asked, "understand?"

"But it isn't hurting that much."

Why does this girl never understand me at one time?

"But if you work, it will hurt you, butterfly." I made her understand again. She gave me a meek nod.

"Now you go, I'll make the breakfast."

"Why you will make? Your hand is also hurt." She pointed at my knuckles.

"It's just a minor scratch. Don't worry about it."

"It'll be minor for you, but not for me." She clasped my hand and kissed my knuckles. I closed my eyes and my lips stretched up to a contented smile. The touch of her soft lips is heavenly incredible.

"Okay, fine. No one will prepare breakfast because we're going out." I stated because I'm sure today she won't let me prepare the breakfast as I didn't let her prepare.

Sometimes she behaves like a kid but I love my little Butterfly so much.

"That's a great idea. You're very smart." She squealed and raised her hands to pull my cheeks but stopped in the mid, remembering something and moved her hands down.

"You can pull my cheeks." As I uttered, she stared at me in utter shock.

"No, I won't pull them." Now I stared at her in shock as she denied pulling my cheeks. It's like a kid denied having his favourite toy.

I instantly asked, "why?"

"Because I have promised to be your good submissive which means I'll follow all your rules, won't pull your cheeks, won't roll my eyes. Say Tata bye to your naughty submissive. It's my punishment for myself for hurting you." She explained to me.

I closed my eyes and sighed deeply before making her understand. "Butterfly, you don't have to punish yourself. You have already suffered a lot and especially I don't want you to get changed."

"I'm not changing myself. I'm just punishing myself. Please, don't stop me. I deserve this for hurting you. You care for me so much, you never force me for anything, but still, I doubted you." The guilt engulfed her and tears streamed down her cheeks. Now it hurt me more when she blamed herself like this.

I can't see her in guilt and punishing herself like this. I know she did wrong but I have already punished her enough by shouting at her and throwing her out of my house.

"Butterfly, you don't have to do this, please." I requested, wiping her tears. "Do you remember once I had also doubted you after seeing you with your cousin? After all this, we're still together, now you should only think about this."