755 Punishnt for A Naughty Slave
Day Seventy-Eight...
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[ At Alexander's Place...]
With flared nostrils and clenched fists, Hanabi confronted her reflection in the full-length mirror. Never did she imagine that soone other than Tatsumi could anger her to the core. But she could only bla herself for losing the bet.
"Do I really need to wear this?" Hanabi exclaid in disbelief. Her eyes traced the intricate details of the maid uniform-the crisp, white apron, the dainty lace embellishnts, and the perfectly tied ribbon. The delicate fabric hugged her figure.
"Of course, you are my slave today," Alexander said matter-of-factly. "You don't have a say on this. You have to follow and obey my command," he emphasized.
Hanabi could only glare at him, restraining herself from beating him up.
"I want you to smile. No frowning. No glaring. Just smile." Alexander commanded, trying his best not to laugh. He was enjoying her annoyed expression. And he wanted to tease and provoke her further.
Hanabi rolled her eyes skyward before forcing a smile. She imdiately turned her back on Alexander, cursing him inwardly. 'I'm going to punish him after this!
"Now, bring so coffee." Alexander leisurely sat on the couch, waving his hand.
Hanabi tried to control her temper and headed to the kitchen. After preparing his coffee, she returned to deliver it only to receive another order from Alexander.
"Bring so pies."
Hanabi had to go back to the kitchen and give him so goodies. But Alexander was deliberately making her walk back and forth, asking her to bring him a lot of things.
"Bring this. Bring that! Damn it! I'm going to kill this guy soon!" Hanabi complained, stomping her feet as she prepared him another cold drink.
The other maids just smiled as they watched the funny interaction between their master and Hanabi. This was the first ti they saw Alexander acting childishly. And it seed that he was enjoying this.
"Aren't you going to finish your food?" Hanabi asked him when she saw the untouched cookies.
"I've had enough to eat. By the way, address as 'Master' whenever you speak to ."
Hanabi remained silent in response. Alexander raised his eyebrow and repeated his command. "I can't hear you. Call Master."
"MASTER!" Hanabi uttered through her gritted teeth.
"Say it in a soft manner." Alexander demanded, grinning from ear to ear.
"Master..." Hanabi complied, but in her mind, she was already stabbing Alexander several tis. 'Master, my Ass!'
"Good. Now, get the massage tools from Alia and co to my room. I want you to give a massage." Alexander rose from his seat and headed upstairs.
Hanabi observed his retreating figure, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "A massage, you say? Alright, prepare yourself. I might end up breaking a few bones! Hahaha! Just you wait, Master." She was excited about her evil plan.
Hanabi sought Alia, getting the items she needed such as massage oils, lotions, massage tables, rollers, stones, and other accessories. Alia volunteered to help her set up the room. Upon entering Alexander's room, they heard the running water from the bathroom. Alexander took a quick shower.
"Miss Hanabi, everything is set. I'm taking my leave now. Please look after Young Master," Alia bid farewell.
"Thank you, Alia. Rest assured, I'll attend to our Young Master with great care," Hanabi replied with a aningful tone, a sly smile appearing on her lips.
Alia smiled awkwardly, detecting a sinister vibe from Hanabi. 'Why do I sense that Miss Hanabi is plotting sothing dangerous? Should I stop her or not?' She hesitated for a mont. 'I don't think she will kill our young master. I guess... he will just be fine!
It did not take long before Alexander erged from the shower, a plush bathrobe wrapped snugly around his fra. Droplets of water glistened on his chiseled physique, highlighting the contours of well-defined muscles.
The bathrobe, though concealing much, couldn't entirely disguise the sculpted lines of his chest and the ripple of his abdon. The fabric clung subtly to his form, outlining the toned silhouette underneath. Broad shoulders gave way to powerful arms, evidence of regular workouts and physical discipline.
As Alexander moved, the bathrobe hinted at the athletic grace of his legs, and his damp hair tousled slightly, adding a casual allure to his appearance. Drops of water traced a path down his neck, accentuating the defined jawline and emphasizing the quiet strength that radiated from him.
At that mont, Hanabi felt a magnetic pull, her gaze lingering on the contours of his body, appreciating the quiet confidence that emanated from him.
'Damn. Why did he suddenly beco attractive in my eyes?' Hanabi found herself in silent admiration, appreciating not only the physical prowess but also the raw allure that surrounded Alexander as he walked toward her.no veln ext
"Enjoying the view, Kitten?" He chuckled softly. "If you are done feasting on my body, perhaps we should get started." Alexander removed his bathrobe, revealing his upper body. A ripple of muscles adorned his abdon, showcasing a set of perfectly sculpted six- pack abs.
"Cough! Cough!" Hanabi cleared her throat, redirecting her attention away from Alexander's excellent physique.
"Please lie down, Master. I'll make sure you enjoy this massage," she said sweetly, gesturing towards his bed. She maintained her composure.
Alexander just narrowed his eyes at her reaction. He deliberately tempted her using his body, trying to test her. 'Is a woman truly her preference? She didn't display any interest in at all!
As Alexander settled onto his bed, Hanabi's mischievous side erged. Instead of the gentle, rhythmic strokes, one might expect during a massage, she began with firm and intense pressure. Her hands worked with deliberate force, kneading the muscles with a hint of punishnt. 2
Alexander winced, surprised by the unexpected intensity. "Hanabi, are you trying to break my bones?"
"Of course not, Master. I just want to make sure your muscles receive the attention they deserve," she replied, masking her true intentions behind a veneer of innocence.
With each calculated move, Hanabi applied pressure that tested Alexander's endurance. The massage beca a strategic blend of pleasure and discomfort, leaving him torn between relief and the desire to ask her to ease up.
As the session continued, Hanabi maintained her deceptive charm, all the while secretly reveling in the satisfaction of carrying out her playful form of punishnt. The massage, ant to be a mont of relaxation, beca an unconventional test of endurance foreastern fantasy
Alexander, orchestrated by the vengeful Hanabi.
Unable to endure it any longer, Alexander pivoted and seized Hanabi's wrist. With a swift motion, he skillfully pinned her down onto the bed, altering their positions. Now, Alexander found himself on top of Hanabi, her hands firmly pressed against the sides of her head.
"It looks like my naughty slave is revolting against her master," he declared, his tone cold and laced with nace. "I believe it's ti for so punishnt and discipline."
Before Hanabi could utter a word, Alexander leaned in, forcefully pressing his lips against hers. He seized her lips, kissing and biting with a hunger that seed insatiable.
Hanabi montarily froze, her mind struggling to comprehend the unfolding scene in front of her. The unexpected kiss from Alexander caught her off guard. She hadn't anticipated such a punishnt.
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