Hellbound Heart

All Elle could do was nod as she replied to his commanding question with a breathy 'yes'. It was happening all over again. Her body was again, reacting differently, completely opposite to what she was supposed to be feeling.

The savage way that he had torn her dress apart as he stared at her with those intensely smoldering grey eyes should have scared her into running away and hiding from him. But not this... It was not supposed to make her body shiver with something like anticipation of his next moves. She was not supposed to get stimulated and feel even hotter as though what he did was something sensual. Her body was being was being ridiculous and she could not even seem to do anything about it, especially now.

Her mind was in a daze right now and she could not seem to think straight anymore. Maybe it was because of all the roller coaster of emotions that she had been going through within that short period of time. Or perhaps it was because she had fallen deep into this potent spell that was her husband, and she could not snap out of it yet. Whatever the reason was, at that moment, her brain refused to think anymore. It had willingly given up thinking for the more favorable option of just staring and appreciating such a wonderful specimen of a male, totally drool-worthy and perfect for ogling.

"Good girl…" came his rumbling whisper. His fingers were brushing her wet hair off her face. Every touch of his fingertips felt like warm fire descending from the heavens, specially bestowed only for her personal gratification. Elle was in total bliss right this moment.

But before she knew it, she was back under the warm shower. The charge that was in the air between them was suddenly thick, heavy, and scorching. Whatever lingering anger that was still left in his expression from earlier was now overwritten by something else so intense, it had her breathing heavily unknowingly.

"Now it's time for me to punish you once again…" he continued, "…you're aware about the mistake you had done to deserve another punishment, aren't you? Izabelle?"

She swallowed quietly, before slowly nodding at him. "Yes." She knew that by admitting to the 'fault', he would definitely go ahead and punish her. Though it was in the grey area, Elle did not know why she was willing to go along and admit it as her 'mistake'.

"Why don't you say it out loud? The mistake that you did. Put it into words so that both of us can hear what it was that you did wrong."

"I… I shouldn't have used and worn those… gifts." Elle spoke a little hesitantly.

He nodded with satisfaction, a breathtaking gleam flashing across his soul-stealing eyes.

"Now I think it's about time that we start." He said when Elle suddenly turned her back to him. Causing him to have his eyes stretching a little at the realization that his little gorgeous wife was expecting another spanking session from him as her punishment. Drawing in a steadying breath, Sebastian narrowed his eyes a little, as if he was calling upon all the self-control he had to stay focused.

Biting his lower lip, Sebastian then smiled out in disbelief. He could not believe how easily it was for this woman to alter his f**king emotions. And the most amazing part was she was not even trying!

At the back of his head, a voice was screaming at him, telling him that he was royally screwed.

Lifting his hand, he traced the back of his fingers down her spine. As she shivered at his actions, he grinned a little, enjoying the reactions she gave out. When his fingers stopped at her bra, he fingered the fabric above it and then in one smooth snap, Elle gasped and turned to look over her shoulder as her hands flew up to her breasts to hold her bra from falling right off.

"You want another spanking as your punishment? Hmm? Princess?" he whispered right into her ears. "I thought you didn't like that style of punishment? Was that… a lie? Hmm? But anyway… this time I'm not going to spank you. Give me your bra, Izabelle."

She nibbled the insides of her lip, but after contemplating for a couple of seconds, she obeyed and handed over her bra to him without looking at him.

Once Sebastian got a hold of it, he flung the bra behind him, not caring where it landed. And then he continued from where his fingers had stopped earlier.

"Curious what your punishment is this time?" he asked. His voice was so soothing and yet so dark and mesmerizing that Elle had trouble formulating her reply. His finger stopped when it reached down to her panties.

Elle's heartbeats raced even wilder at the thought that he was going to rip her underwear off too.

"S-seb –" Before she could turn to look over her shoulder, the sound of ripping fabric echoed out in the bathroom. It sent shivers all over her as he tugged on it. Oh lord… how was he able to rip her clothes off so easily and efficiently like that? Elle had a fleeting thought… Did he have so much practice that it was already second nature to him?

Her face and entire body burned as she felt him tugged it off her, leaving her completely exposed and naked before him now. He was making her feel as hot as hell, but she was helpless. This new punishment he was talking about was getting her feeling so extremely nervous and yet at the same time utterly thrilled. She must be totally out of her mind… Yup. That must be it.

Pulling her flush against him, Elle stiffened a little as he wrapped his hand around her slim waist. "Relax," he whispered as his hand began to roam all over her naked skin. Obediently, she took a deep breath and eased her back onto his hot and naked, tattooed torso. "As I've said a while ago, I am going to wash all his f**king scent off you, Izabelle. With my own two hands, of course..."