On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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As if to emphasize his words, he pinched my waist hard enough to leave a mark, the sudden sharpness making me gasp in surprise and pain. "Ahhh," I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it.
A dark smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he heard me. "Baby, you're enjoying my punishment, aren't you? My bad girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with a possessive edge that made my heart race. "Tonight, you’ll take your punishment and do exactly as I say, without any doubts. Right, love?" He paused, his gaze searching for mine, giving me one final chance to stop what was about to happen. "If you don’t want to do this or go any further, you can stop me right now, my love. Otherwise, later on, I won’t stop—not even when you’re begging me to. By then, I’ll be too caught up in enjoying my love's helpless state."
His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and threat, and I felt a rush of excitement mixed with a sliver of fear. But deep down, I knew what I wanted. I nodded, my voice steady as I replied, "I will take your punishment."
A satisfied look crossed his face as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Good girl," he whispered, and with those words, I knew there was no turning back.
As soon as the words left his lips, a wave of excitement washed over me, mixed with a nervous flutter in my chest. Without warning, he began to drag me with him, his grip firm and unyielding.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to keep up with his swift pace.
He glanced back at me, a smirk playing on his lips. "You wouldn’t want me to punish you in front of everyone, would you, baby? Or maybe you’d like that—me claiming you in front of all those eyes, so every man out there knows that you belong to me and no one else can have you." His voice dropped to a dark whisper, sending shivers down my spine. "But at the same time, I’d make sure no one sees what’s mine. Only I have the right to look at you that way."
The thought of him doing anything in front of all those people made my heart race with a mix of fear and embarrassment. I quickly allowed him to continue pulling me along, eager to avoid any public display that would leave me mortified. I nodded in agreement, silently conceding to whatever he had in mind.
Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms, his strength taking me by surprise. "What are you doing? I can walk, you know. I was walking just fine," I protested, my words coming out in a rush.
He looked down at me, his gaze softening just a bit. "I know my baby can walk, and she was walking, but those heels are hurting your legs. I wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way, except for the marks I’m about to leave on you—those, I’d love to see. Now be quiet and hold on to me."
There was a tenderness in his words that caught me off guard, and I found myself instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on as he carried me effortlessly through the hallway. He pulled me closer, cradling me against his chest, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
