6. Punished?

LILY'S POV

It's been hours now, I had just finished making dinner, porridge and chicken pepper soup. It was fun cause of the music blasting from the installed stereo in the house. I dance to the music.

Maya said he always have alcohol after dinner so I grab the bottle that had a written word called 'Vodka' on it. I danced with the bottle in my hand, swaying my hips till I felt a large hand wrapped around my neck from behind. A hot breath was fanning my cheeks as lips were pressed on it.

"What the fûck do you think you're doing?" I got startled and my clumsy hand let go of the bottle sending it to the floor, causing a million shatters of glass.

I wince in pain as I felt glasses piercing my skin. I turn around and my eyes set on the piercing blue orbs glaring at me furiously.

I go down on my knees and started to pick up the glass but got cut by it. "Ouch..." I exclaimed. 

"Get up!" A booming voice echoes and that's when I realized that the music wasn't on anymore. I stood up with bloody palm. He instantly wrapped his right arm around my waist before lifting my tiny frame close to his chest and moving from the broken glass.

He walks towards the living room with me still hanging like a baby on him. He placed me roughly on the couch which caused a gasp to leave my lips.

"Look at the mess you made to yourself, little flower" his husky voice only made him more intimidating as he ruffles my hair like I'm his pet. "I should punish you....." He mumbles looking at my injured legs.

He sighs, getting up and walking towards the kitchen. No, no, I don't want to get punished, Lily, why would you do this? He's gonna hit me now. The panic grew more and more as I heard his footsteps coming back, I close my eyes with my palm, pray to the Lord that he doesn't punishes me.

The footsteps stops in front of me, I slowly open my eyes and I'm met with a first aid kit. He lean down, placing the kit on the floor close to him. 

I noticed the bottles still in my flesh. He opens it and grab a tweezer, but when his manly strong hand grab onto my left leg, I unintentionally moan due to his cold touch making me yelp.

He looks at me for a second and I look away, it's as if he wants to here the sounds leave my lips because he intentionally pulled a glass out so I could look at him. And he was looking at me. Our eyes stayed like that for a while.

His eyes held so much authority, like no one could oppose him, why do I feel like this is how he has been raised. He looks back at my legs, gently removing the all the glass, I wince.

He pour disinfectant in a cotton and dab the wounds. I look at him as he does so, trailing my eyes from his beautiful face down to his adam apple to his biceps, they are so firm and hard from the suit. 

I was distracted that I didn't know he was done till his eyes falls on mine. I look away again, my heartbeat picks up, he sat next to me, I look so tiny next to him. I look at the ground, he grabs my injured hand and use another cotton and place on it. I wince in pain when I realized that there was an disinfectant in it.

He placed a bandaid on it, closing the box, gathering all the used up things in a small bowl. "Thank you....." He looks at me. "Sir" I added. He nods before walking towards the kitchen. I sigh, why am I so clumsy.

I realized he hasn't eaten, it's my fault, he just got home and I made him clean my wound. I feel bad that I put him in that position. I quickly got up and limp my way towards the kitchen, I noticed the broken glass wasn't there anymore.

He was typing something on his phone. "I'll reheat up your dinner sir" I said, walking over to the meal covered on the counter. 

"Our meal.....have you eaten?" He raised a brow. I shake my head. "I'm sure you've been told to use your words while talking to me" he states sternly. 

I gulp. "Yes sir" I crocked out the words, I twirl my fingers, his eyes follows my movement before walking out of the kitchen. I sigh.

I quickly microwave the dinner and set plates down on the island table, two glass of water. I set the meal. I soon heard footsteps coming downstairs, Mr King came back dressed in a black sweatpant and black hoodie.

I look away immediately. "Food is ready, sir" I said. He sat on the stool.

"Good" he sat and close his eyes for seconds before grabbing a spoon and scooping from the pepper soup. He paused for a second and fear consumes my body. He looks up at me, eyeing me up and down. I close my eyes, waiting for him to yell at me. "Why are you standing, sit and eat" he ordered.

"But sir, I can't eat till you're done" I replied, that's what Maya said.

"And I said sit and eat, I don't like repeating myself, Liliana" the way my name fell off his lips did something really bad and good at the same time to my body. 

I sat down immediately, hesitantly grabbing a spoon, I took a sip from the pepper soup. We ate in silence but I could feel his eyes on me the whole time but I didn't once look at him.

He finished his meal, I sigh, meaning he likes it, that's what Maya said. He stood up and walk towards me, he gently grab my hair so I could look up at him, he placed a small peck on my lips making my eyes widened.

He let go and walk towards the small wine bar, grabbing a bottle and a glass before walking out of the kitchen. I stayed there dumbfounded. I gasp when I realized my cheeks were burning.

I quickly tidy up the kitchen, cleaning the table before running upstairs towards my room, I got in and lock my door. What just happened.

I quickly rushed into the bathroom and turn on the furnace and splash water on my face, looking at the mirror, my cheeks are still red. I sigh, turning the water off before walking out. Was that a thank you? Why would he do that.....wait, I agreed to all this.

I tried to sleep but that was a disaster, I was trying to get comfortable living in this house. It's 2am and I'm still awake. I sigh, deciding to go downstairs and get some water. 

But one thing on my mind is that, why didn't he punish me? I mean, it's not like I want him to but what if he's compiling my punishment, that would be too much. What if I make another mistake? 

I head down stairs, straight to the kitchen, the whole place was dark but I managed to find my way to the kitchen. I turned on the light, walking towards the refrigerator, I opened it and grab a bottle of water.

I sigh, opening the cap, I chung it into my body, turning around with the bottle still on my mouth, im met with Mr King standing by the door, my hand became shakey making the water drool down from my mouth.

I soon realized what I did. "Uhm......" He started to walk towards me and I moved back till my back hits the fridge, I gasp. 

He slowly came closer till he was two inches away from me. I look down when his hot breath fans my face, but he grabs my chin and force me to look at him. He squeeze on my chin making me wince.

"Why are you up at this time of the morning?" His husky morning voice made my stomach do a flip.

"Ummm.....I.....uh....I uhm...." I stuttered. Why am I stuttering? Isn't it obvious. 

"I want you to talk to me" he sat. My mind was causing a havock. "Speak" he ordered.

"I....I came to get water?....." It sounded like a question.

"I asked a question. Why are you up at this time of the morning?" He asked again, his hands cage me to the fridge. My chest heaves up and down.

"I couldn't sleep" I replied. His face came closer to my neck and I yelp, his lips trail on my neck causing a weird sensation to my body. "You said you will punish me" I remind, he paused in what he was doing and lean away.

"You want me to punish you?" He asked, my cheeks hear up as I look away. "Look at me when I'm talking to you" he commands. I immediately look up at him.

"It's just that I thought you -" he cuts me off. 

"I asked a simple question, yes or no" he cut in.

Do I want to get punished, of course not. But this man is smart, he may wait for the perfect time to strike, I don't want that, it's better to take the punishment before I commit another crime.

"Yes sir" I replied. I look into his eyes to see his pupils dilated, his eyes were looking grey and not blue again. 

He grab my wrist and pulls me closer to him. I gasp. He held my waist with both hands and place me on the couch. He slowly step closer and I look at him in shock.

"What can I clean sir?" I asked, he has to just give me something to clean as my punishment, but he's obviously waisting time.

"My punishment is a lot different from clean" he replied. He part my legs open, far away from each other, getting in between them. "You want a punishment? Do you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?" He asked, his face was inches away from mine. 

"I'll take any punishment" I close my eyes. I didn't understand a thing he was saying. 

"Promise?" He asked, I wasn't thinking straight, his hand on my bare lap was causing heat on my lower areas. I moan out. 

"Promise" I replied. I felt his palm on my face.

"Now keep your eyes shut" he said, I opened my eyes to see him bringing a dark purple blindfold out, he brought it close to my face and wrapped it around my eyes. "Relax, okay?" His voice was the only thing I could hear, I couldn't see a thing.

"Y-yes sir" I was nervous, I don't know what he wants to do but I do know that I would love to feel it. It's all twisted in a sadistic way.

And then, I felt a kiss on my neck, I moan. His hand slide Into the helm of the crop I was wearing, going up till his hand was on my right breast. I gasp. A sweat feeling shoot down to my sex, I feel wet down there, moist and in a way I can't explain.

I arche my back, moaning like no one was there. He grabs my nipple and pull on it, I tried to hold on to his shoulders for dear life but then he pulls them away. I whimper.

"No touching" was whispered into my ear. Then my night short was instantly taken off revealing my lacy underwear, I heard a groan. The short was totally off, I felt bare and naked in front of him but right now, I didn't care a bit.

I sigh out, feeling really good. I felt his big thumb on my bellybutton, pressing onto it, causing another weird sensation. His thumb trail down till his whole fingers slides into my undies and that's when I tried to clench but stops me.

"If you clench, I'll spank that ass of yours, don you get me?" He asked ecers so calmly. 

"Yes sir" I gulp, sweat beads covering my face. 

He touches my buds, massaging it, a loud moan escape my lips, grabbing onto the couch edge, my toes curls trying to control this feeling. My body was on fire. 

It all turns worst when he starts to rub on me. "Look at how wet you are for me.....just for me" he mumbles, his voice only gave me goosebumps. His fingers to move up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder. I lean back, enjoying the sweet ecstasy. 

My vagina was begging for him, wanting him to do more than just touch on it, I was really wet and it felt so erotic. 

I moan, tears falling from my eyes, when I could here the sounds of my wet areas silking on his fingers, I felt like I was about to faint, like all this feeling that was all over my body gathering at my bellow. 

"S-sir" I vibrate.

But then, I didn't understand, It's like my life had stop for a second in the most painful way ever, I took off the blindfold but he wasn't there anymore, I could only hear footsteps retrieving.

I look around me, the lights were too bright. I held my face and sob, crying like a baby that her ice cream got stoled from her. I didn't even......I don't even know the feeling. Is this the punishment? Cause it's worst than cleaning.