My rose looks at me with a needy plea of I have already eaten enough please don't force me in her emerald gaze as I press another chocolate truffle to her clamped mouth.

I've already force-fed her one serving of chicken parm lasagna, three slices of cheese garlic bread, and asparagus toasted with cheese sauce, herbs, and breadcrumbs barely half an hour ago. 

She's high from those portions. It's already too much for her, considering she never allows herself to eat, regardless of my warnings. She can barely get herself to finish the entire burger or a single slice of Neapolitan pizza she loves. 

If and when she does manage to finish that tiny portion, she'll starve herself throughout the day, not even drink those damned flavored coffees Shukura gets her, just so that she can save the calories for dinner at night with me because she knows I won't buy any excuses for her not and would reprimand her if she doesn't eat a proper portion.

As a part of the psychological punishment I have in mind for her, I am punishing her with food, which is considered overeating in her mental dictionary programmed by her mother. I've been feeding her deliberately at a slow pace, taking my time, teasing her between the food bites, tempting her with slow seduction, and driving her crazy with my touch.

"You will eat, tesoro." I push the chocolate truffle in her mouth, the chocolate smears over her lips because of the force of my fingers.

She closes her mouth and chews in defeat. I have forbidden her to talk or move.

We are in our bed where she's straddling my lap, cradling my cock and warming it deep in the clenches of her tight, warm cunt. 

Following feeding her and bringing her to bed, I have kept myself engrossed in work calls, ignoring her on purpose as she sits, resembling those sculptures of exquisite naked Greek goddesses. Just like I made her do during the remainder of our ride home. 

There are still three and a half hours left for her extended punishment to finish, and I've planned all kinds of psychological and physical torture to discipline her.

Denying her my cock despite it being inside her, not allowing her to speak, and restricting her movements are some of the ways I could think of to punish her for defying me this time.

Considering the kind of rage that has been boiling inside me, I did not want to touch her with the intention to inflict physical pain.

Had I chosen to whip her or spank her, I would have pushed myself too far in terms of pain severity to the point it would have broken her skin. 

She's not a regular submissive, but the woman I love. I have no doubt the masochist in her would have enjoyed the pain, but I never want to be in a place where I have to tear her down to an extreme level. Especially when I know it'll be of no good even if it literally rips the first layer of her skin because she would relish every second of it. Besides, it wouldn't have impacted her psychologically, which is my main agenda today.

I put my chocolate-smeared fingers in my mouth and lick it clean. I hate chocolates but I don't mind because these fingers have been in her mouth to feed her. "Now sit quietly and warm my cock until my further instructions. Your eyes need to remain on me all the time."

She looks in pain from all the deprivation and overindulgence of food so far.

"Don't close it or I'll extend your punishment by an hour. If you move, it'll be another hour so be careful. Contemplate what you've done today," I grab her throat without choking it, my thumb caressing her chin as I pull her closer.

The gesture causes her to grind against my cock. She visibly bites back her gasp. I don't.

"Do you understand me? Nod." A deep, involuntary groan wrenches out of me.

It has been a supreme kind of test for me too to restrain myself from not losing my mind and railing her until she's passed out. 

My cock has been twitching from pain all this time inside her. I might die of blue balls but disciplining her for insubordination would be worth it. 

Before her, depriving a sub was never a challenge for me. I used to seek pleasure from it. But to deprive Belle from sex while still being inside her is a battle for me. 

I'm addicted to fucking her. It's like a narcotic for my system, without which I'll die.

She quietly nods in agreement.

The faint tremors coursing through Belle's delicate frame two and half hours later prompts me to lift my gaze from the Mac only to find her assaulting her lower lip clearly in pain. I have filled her with my seeds twice already without giving her the satisfaction of actual fucking. Zero movement on the surface from either of us.

It has been an enlightening experience for me. Now I know that just having her vaginal muscles clenching me like a vice and the satisfaction of watching her complexion flushed and her flustered has been milking the cum out of me.

It shouldn't surprise me, though. This angel of mine is such a lethal temptation, she can make a man grow hard and cum with zero effort. She's that hot. 

Before her, I would have never even entertained the possibility of it. Rough sex or masturbation have been the only two ways I've found my release. Intimacy was a major turn-off, not that it was ever a part of the equation to begin with. She's the only one who can succeed in making me do something I would never do if not for her.

"Restless?" I ask, using my thumb to free her lower lip from being tormented.

Just like a sweet submissive fiercely determined to please me with her obedience, she has taken the punishment so well so far.

A soundless gasp comes out of her mouth. The column of her throat moves as she swallows, her fierce eyes on mine. She doesn't answer, though. Stubborn little witch.

I grab her breasts, yanking her close to me. "You answer when I ask you a question, Belle. Are you restless?"

She nods.

"Are you in pain?"

She nods.

She has a kind of natural grace that could make even the most accomplished ballerina jealous. 

She's so fragile that sometimes I feel afraid I might break her if I hold her lithe body tight. There's this natural vulnerability in her aura she allows to envelope her only around me. Yet the wildfire she's always caging in her beautiful emerald pools often threaten to consume me if unleashed. 

Just like it is now. It's like she's being docile for my sake, giving me what she knows I want and at the same time withholding herself from giving me her complete submission, worried I might swallow her whole and she wants me to know that with those eyes.

She's one dangerous siren if not handled with extreme care.

"Get off the bed and get on your hands and knees," I breathe in her ear, biting her earlobe. "Now."

She acquiesces, following my command, positioning herself on her fours. Fuck. My balls feel ready to burst. It's a miracle I'm not yanking her and impaling my hard cock in her while she's in this position.

"Go to that sofa over there. Do it on all fours," I point to the sofa piled with her favorite squishmallows in the corner of the bedroom.

She frowns in question at first, as if to make sure she heard it right, but realizes the current dynamic between us, and willingly complies. Mesmerizing, I watch the attractive sway of her perfect as she crawls on her fours.

"Grab your limited edition Jack the Black Cat between your teeth and crawl back to me."

She turns her head, her eyes ballooning with outrageous shock. Not only is my rose not used to following anyone's commands, she has never had anyone surprised with such requests. She looks genuinely taken aback. Good.

My lips twitch, so does my cock in approval. "Don't keep me waiting, tesoro. Do it now."

I marvel at the sight in front of me. She's naked and crawling on her fours in my direction, holding her favorite plushie in her mouth. Her medium-sized tight, perky breasts hanging as he comes to me. It's one breathtaking sight. She's looking like a lioness back from hunting.

"Good girl. Now, climb up. I want you in the middle of the bed, right in front of me. On your knees with your palms on your knees. Back straight. Drop the plushie."

Once she has followed my exact instructions, I put my Mac aside, and throw two pillows in front of her.

"Position them vertically between your thighs. Spread your legs wide. Let me see that wet cunt mounting it," I stretch back against the headboard with my arms tucked behind my neck, my palms holding the back of my head, relishing the sight of her obeying me.

Her eyes widen further as I lower one hand and fist it around my cock. It's slick from soaking in her cunt. There's precum lined up at the pierced head. Her smoldering gaze drops there, the tip of her tongue unconsciously darts out to lick her lower lip.

"Slide your hand down your body and rub your clit, baby," I demand, my voice hoarse from need.

Her gaze lights up. She deliberately travels her hand lower and settles it between her thighs. There's a damp spot on the white pillow where she's straddling it. She's so wet for me already. This is going to be fun.

"Gentle, tesoro. Rub your clit gently. Relish it. Grab your breast with your other hand. Give it a tight squeeze."

Her mouth parts slightly in a soundless moan as kneads her breast. Her two fingers twisting around her hard nipple. She bites her lower lip, arching her back, her one hand moving in a slow motion, drawing delicate circles around her pierced clit while her other hand rolls her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The wet spot on the white fabric of the pillow keeps spreading.

Fuck. I start jacking myself off. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"You're smoking hot. Rub that clit real nice, baby. Pinch that nipple hard. Imagine those are my hands doing the job on your body... my fingers feeling that wet clit and that aching nipple."

Her face makes it known how much she wants to moan, but is repressing it. Her back arches more, her hips buckle as her fingers pick up the pace, her breath becomes harsh. She's enjoying it, but she's frustrated from the lack of action. Her addiction to my cock, my mouth, and my touch isn't letting her get off properly on her own. I watch her struggle and push herself to the edge over and over again but failing to get the desired outcome. It's such a vision. My beautiful, disobedient rose flustered and frustrated as she straddles the stack of pillows.

"Grab the Jack the Black Cat and position it right below your clit," I order, stroking my cock at a furious pace. Up and down. Up and down.

Her mouth parts in a complete horrified O at my command. She's offended. That's her favorite plushie. Limited edition and rare just like the way she loves collecting her things.

"Do it, Belle. Now." Fuck. My cock is literally on fire.

Her face is a portrait of disbelief as she picks the plushie and gets on it, her wet cunt grinding the innocent soft toy.

"Hold the damn plushie tight and hump it. Let me watch you ride it like you ride my cock and grind your clit against it, tesoro," I continue fisting and stroking my cock with one hand while grabbing my balls with another and rubbing it, imagining it's her hand.

She looks utterly flabbergasted by my words, offended even, but that doesn't stop her from undertaking my demand.

Gripping the head of the black cat, she starts riding it. Fuck. It's such a hot scene. She rocks her hips back and forth, pressuring her clit against it. Damn. Look at her go.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good," I growl, my voice harsh. "Grind it faster. Imagine it's my cock. How would you ride my cock, tesoro? Would you go so slow?"

My words are her undoing. She throws her head back as she starts grinding the plushie harder. She's fighting so hard to restrain her moans. Her breathing is labored, her fingers curled in tight fists around the toy she's riding.

Just a couple of strokes, and I am so primed that it's almost death-like to restrain my release anymore. I cover the head of my cock with a palm, and with one hard tug, hot pulses of semen unload into my hand. I grunt, continuing to stroke until I'm drained of cum. 

Belle's eyes have darkened with desire. Watching me climax while she's struggling to get hers, increases her pace. She grinds her cunt against the plushie with every bit of strength in her body. Her jaw taut, her complexion red. And then, she reaches there... her mouth parts. I can tell she's about to climax.

"Stop." I demand.

She gasps, stilling.

"Turn away. Mount the pillow facing away from me. "

She complies, settling on the pillow, her back to me. She's thinking I'm going to fuck her from the back.

"On your fours. Ass in the air. Face in the pillow. Now."

Once she is in the position, I move behind her. Lowering my face to trail kisses down her beautiful back starting from top to the dip of her back, my tongue tracing her silky skin. Her breath is coming in loud fractured gasps as I cup her breast in one hand and take my palm that's full of my cum and push it between her legs, slathering it against her wet cunt.

"You're packing a phenomenal vision, baby. Your cunt peeking from below your asscheeks," I hiss, inserting two fingers inside her welcoming heat just to put my seeds in her, causing her entire form to shudder. Her vaginal muscles tighten around me. "Look at you clenching me so greedily."

I remove my fingers from her cunt and cupping her perky buttcheeks, I part it. Pressing my nose to her butt crack, I inhale her. Sweet and fresh. Just like her cunt. She wriggles as I enjoy caressing and squeezing her butt while running my nose against the slit between her butt.

"So impatient, baby. Shouldn't have had to suffer if you hadn't defied me today," I flatten my tongue against her anal opening and a powerful tremor wrecks through her body.

I lick the hole, flicking my tongue over it in a few leisurely strokes, up and down, swirling my tongue in teasing circles around her sensitive nerve endings. Her knees buckle and she almost falls flat on the pillow stacks, but it's my grip that keeps holding her up in the air.

"I could spend the whole day between your ass and cunt, eating you, tesoro." I dart my tongue inside her hole.

She buries her face in the pillow to suppress her voice. This is so good. 

Within a few seconds, she's rocking her ass against my mouth, grinding against it as I rim her ass, switching the strokes of my tongue between long and bold and soft against her small hole, my fingers kneading her butt cheeks.

My cock hardens again. She's about to reach orgasm, her body starts twitching when I take my clue that she's about to cum.

"Climb on my cock," I pull away from her and smack her ass with a loud slap that rocks her body.

I'm back in my old position, sitting against the stack of pillows lined up against the headboard with my hands cradling the back of my head. She looks extremely ravenous with her desire glazed face and eyes when she lowers herself back on my cock, wiggling herself to swallow me in her tight cunt just the way I've taught her to. She flattens her palm against my torso and grinds herself, her teeth tugging her bottom lip as she flashes me a sultry smile.

My slutty heiress.

"Put your hands on your back and sit frozen. I need you to warm my cock for the remaining thirty minutes of your punishment, tesoro. Do not think of moving or I'll extend your hour."

Her mouth parts in a gasp.

The look on her face after denying her once again is priceless.

No punishment works as good as deprivation for an addict.

"Are you really so naive to think I'd allow you to finish? It's such a turn on to see how desperate you are for me, my sweet little submissive. Forced to come close to orgasm and then denied. It must be frustrating."

She clamps her mouth shut, compressing it into a thin line. She looks so delicate.

"Will you ever defy me again?" I sigh, leaning forward and burying my face in my sleeping siren's hair and finding solace in her scent. It smells just as good as she does. The lingering notes of her trademark Chanel No 5.

She doesn't respond.

I hate it when I don't listen to you and have to suffer as a consequence.

She had said when she spoke to me while I was asleep, thinking I'd still be sleeping. She doesn't know I'm a light sleeper. The slightest sound can awaken me. I intend to keep the knowledge from her because that's when she can make herself tell me the truth.

She understands and agrees that she shouldn't defy me, yet she continues to do so. It's aggravating.

I flatten my thumbpad against her lower lip, freeing it from between her teeth and trapping it with mine. I tug it hard deliberately, causing her considerable pain, but not a single sound comes out of her.

"Let's give it another try. Will you ever defy me again, tesoro?" I repeat.

Her gaze gleams with temerity and it stirs the fury in me all over again. I close my eyes briefly in an attempt to contain it. My jaw clenches. When I open them, she's still looking at me in defiance as if she's silently mocking me to beat the shit out of her and see if I can make her agree to this one condition.

I already know what the result would be if I were to do it. She'll be flooding with pools of orgasm because she thrives on my depravity, but she won't give up on her sole right she thinks she has of defying me at every turn. My sadistic depravity feeds her visceral masochistic needs. She doesn't have a submissive bone in her body. She tries to be one to please me, though. But only in the matters of sex.

She has given me all the control in sexual aspects where she allows herself to shed control and yield to my demands. No matter how harsh they might be. She lets me use her body as my plaything and revels in the pain it gives her. The more I fuck her, the better she communicates and agrees to my demands, but once my cock is out of her she starts putting her own logic to play and does things the way she wants. She starts defying me and puts up a hell of a fight and judging from the look of defiance on her face, she'll continue to do so.

It's exasperating. Most of the time to a point it drives me to the edge of insanity, which is why I am punishing her this way. I am certain she won't suddenly start complying, but I know that she craves my cock so much, she can't function without it, and depriving her can at least teach her some lesson.

Christ, my cock is so goddamn hard. It's fucking painful. I don't know if this is a punishment for me or her.

"You think you can mess with me and I'll let it slide away as always by bending you over and using you like a two-bit whore just the way you crave so desperately?" I grunt, nibbling at her lower lip.

The clock is ticking so fucking slow. Just 20-minutes more and my cock will be fucking her soul. I am going to fuck her real good. My cock swells inside her and I notice her mouth open in a silent gasp as she feels it.

"I am not happy, Belle," I tighten my grip on her chin while my other hand caresses the strands of her beautiful hair framing her face, my jaw gritting. "Don't think you can wash my fury with your playfulness. I am of the mind to make you sit on my cock like this the whole night. Maybe that ought to teach you a lesson."

Her eyes go wide. The fire in her eyes is replaced with sheer fear of my threat turning into reality.

"I can see how horrifying the idea is to you, isn't it?" I sneer through gritted teeth. Her stubbornness pisses me off.

She nods.

"To have you exclusively belonging to me has been my life's biggest goal since I was 14, tesoro. Way before I realized I was in love with you," I find myself confessing my dark secret as I trace her lower lip with my thumb, my eyes fixed on her shock-filled ones.

I lower my other hand to cup her breast. A small air escapes her mouth but no sound comes out again.

"I have never wanted anyone or anything to be branded as mine the way I have wanted you to be," I add, my eyes never leaving hers, my fingers play with her pebbled nipple. "I crave to possess every inch of you in every sense even if it sounds absurd or irrational or archaic. My whole universe narrows down to you, Belle, and you alone. The only way I'll know you feel the same is if you give me your complete submission, which you aren't giving me and it's infuriating me."

She visibly shudders. There's noticeable shivers passing through her fragile frame from my words and having been sitting in the same position for so long. I truly applaud this woman and her extraordinary strength.

Wait till the day I get a hold of you. I will tie you up and fucking rape you over and over again until you're dead.

An uncontainable fury stirs in me as I keep recalling that bastard's words. Fucking christ.

What if I wouldn't have heard him say it myself?

What if I had come to know of his threat by the time it's too late and he has already done something to my rose?

Those monsters scarred me. They have gone... and yet I battle them in my nightmares. They used to hurt me... a lot. I still remember the exact places on my body they'd scarred from the torment they afflicted upon me... I remember each scar of the cigarette in the exact place they'd burned me with. They're no longer visible. But sometimes they still hurt. Not physically. Just the memories of it.

I have failed to protect her before.

I cannot fail again.

"I'll keep you safe, Belle," I kiss her defiant mouth, keeping my hand on his chin intact and lowering my fingers from her nipple to glide down her lower-back's dip.

She melts into my claim on her, submitting to me as I thrust my tongue into her warm, wet, and welcoming mouth, exploring her with my tongue licking hers, tangling against hers. There's no fight as she usually puts up, wanting greedily for more. She's accepting what I'm giving her, relinquishing her control because this is the only place she doesn't mind surrendering to me. I savor her, drink her in, make love to her mouth with mine and take everything she can give me.

"Vi amo così tanto," I whisper, nibbling at her lower lip. "Ucciderò per te. Porta il caos sulla terra per te. Ma non permettero 'mai piu' a nessuno di farti del male. Anche la morte stessa dovrà affrontarmi prima di poter giungere a te."

"You have the permission to speak now," I release a heavy sigh, rewarding my exquisite rose for her extraordinary patience.

I don't know how I've survived without her incessant chatter for so long. Her habit of always talking and never being quiet unless she's upset or sleeping or focusing on work lights up my mood. It's my own definition of heaven.

I have been used to being in my own company or in the company of submissives who don't speak unless they're asked to. I didn't appreciate unnecessary chat. Silence or moans or cries was more of my thing. But ever since Belle has returned to my life, I crave her chatters just as much as I crave her moans and whimpers and cries. I feel empty when she's not around chattering about anything and everything.

Today's punishment is not just for her. Asking her to be silent while she straddles my cock has been a punishment for me too.

I have not only deprived myself of her soothing voice that's the bearer of my peace, but also my primal urge to fuck her like an animal that's the bearer of my sanity. All because I failed to protect her. Allemand's spawn wouldn't have touched her if I had a security detail track Belle all the time. I didn't do it before because I know she's against it and it scares her, but now I will. She won't know about it.

"I want you to explain it to me... whatever you said in Italian," are the first words out of her mouth in a long while.

"No."

She huffs, grinding her jaw. "Just so we're clear. You are my world, your highness. Ask me to kill myself to prove it and I will. Just don't ask me to submit to even your baseless irrational demands to prove it."

My fingers tightening around her chin in a rough, painful hold causes her to wince.

"Don't fucking ever talk about killing yourself, Belle," The words come out of my mouth in a harsh, guttural hiss. "Count this as your first and only warning. Make no mistake, consequences will be more severe than what you're facing now."

Christ, this woman makes me so fucking mad.

She places a shaky hand on my cheek as if she's fearing I'd push her away. I watch her visibly relax when I don't. "I will be more... considerate in future," she says softly.

I clutch her hand that rests on the side of my face, "How are you feeling about all of this?"

"The punishment?"

"Yes."

She hesitates, the column of her throat moving as she swallows, trying to find the right words. "Different."

"Good or bad?"

"I can't tell if I like being treated this way. Although I know I am fiercely aroused," she gives a light shrug, her eyes shining with honesty. "I do understand why you have done it. I can't say I am enjoying the idea of being disciplined like I'm some pet or a slave. But my body believes otherwise and relishes it. So despite being aroused, I don't like it. I feel humiliated."

"Good. If you dislike feeling this way then do not defy me. It's as simple as that. I do not want your consideration, Belle. I want your subordination."

Her emerald pools flash dissent, a spark of mutiny that belies her outward, submissive tranquility. She squares her shoulders, drawing a deep breath as if sucking courage and strength from the air itself.

"You're misreading me if you believe fear will keep me in line and make me subjugate, your highness," her soft rasp is steady, but underscored with a shiver of frustration she's not letting out on the surface, her words calculated, but coated with a thin layer of valor.

Her eyes unwavering, holding mine as if daring me to understand her more deeply the way she wants me to. What she doesn't know is that I understand her on the most visceral level and that's how I know she wants me to control her and make it easy for her by making certain decisions on her behalf which her feminist values would never make her admit out in the open.

"But I do understand your need and terms," she concedes quietly, the blaze in her gaze dimming, her voice a mix of understanding and defeat, her expression softening as the fierceness gives way to a reluctant acceptance. She exhales softly, the fight clearing out from her posture and her eyes drop to my chest. "And I... I'll do my best to respect them. I won't promise you and assure you that I'll be able to comply all the time, but I will try to see it from your perspective."

I watch her closely, letting the weight of her words sink in me. She's in a classic submissive position. Her palms flat against her knees, her legs bent backwards as she mounts my cock in a kneeling position, her head lowered so that she isn't daring to match my gaze without my permission. Yet, the air hums with the authority she exudes while giving me her partial control and capitulating on her own terms.

She's my fierce lioness.

Maintaining my firm grasp on her chin, I force her to look up into my eyes. "I appreciate your honesty and courage, Belle. But know this, I won't lose you again. You're more important to me than my own breath. If controlling every aspect of your existence ensures your safety, then so be it. I am not bothered how you feel about it. This is who I am–the devil you promised to embrace come what may," my thumb caresses the line of her jaw as I speak.

The digital clock on the alarm beeps just then announcing the hours of punishment are now over.

I flip her over in a pure cataclysmic reaction, my cock throbbing with pain inside her.

She's gasping and breathless, her eyes hungry with need as primal as mine as I pin her thighs wide apart, my grip hard enough to bruise her pale skin.

"I want you to be mine in every way one can be loved, owned, and cherished, Belle," I pull out of her and slam back inside. Rougher this time.

"Areston!" She cries from sheer pain as she swallows me till her cunt is kissing the root of my cock. "I am yours in every way I can be."

"Not as much as I want you to be," I hiss, covering her mouth with mine. "I will cover every means to keep you mine. It's not just out of absolute necessity. You consume me and I want to continue feeling that way. I love you beyond everything."

"I know," she whimpers against my mouth, rotating her hips.

"Fuck, Belle. You're making me lose my control."

Her slick walls clench around me, her fingers forming into fists around the sheet as I start pounding her. Rough. Raw. Hard.

"Yes! Give it to me, your highness! I am so sore from being full of you. Cure me," she lets out strangled moans, arching her back and throwing her head back with her eyes full.

Fuck. "You have a fierce power over me, Belle," I growl as she clamps my cock, clenching and unclenching me, thrusting her hips to match my pace. Damn. She's a goddess of sex. "I am so vehemently protective because you're my only goal, my only wish, my singular obsession, my lifeline, and my guarding force. You are the only undeniable truth my heart has ever known."

"I know," she mewls from pain as I pound her like a wild animal with an uncontrolled hunger. "I will try to please you the way you want, your highness. More. Please. Please. Please."

"Beg me to destroy your cunt, tesoro," a guttural groan escapes me as she continues milking me. "Beg me."

"Destroy it. Do whatever you want," she pants, her fingers enclosing around my wrists on her thighs, her nails biting into my skin only makes me pump harder. "Fuck... just make me come, your highness."

With a violent moan, she orgasms. Letting herself go. I make her come twice before I shoot my own cum inside her, coating her insides with my semen, and continuing to pump until it's leaking into the sheets beneath her. My cock goes flaccid for a minute and then it stirs to life back again. That's how ravenous I am.

"No... no more. I can't take it."

"You have no say in it, Belle. This is your punishment; you will take it as I give you. I will fuck you till morning if I want, and you will be a good girl and welcome my cock in you every fucking time," 

I fuck her, submitting her body to mine, and she takes everything I have to give to her, letting me worship her body the way it deserves to. 

what is your opinion of Areston until now? From scent and the siren to scent and the shadow journey? 

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