Petal's pov
Upon awakening, I discovered that I was alone in the room. To my dismay, I found my right hand restrained this time. A groan of frustration escaped me as I recalled losing consciousness due to a lack of oxygen during a kiss. My head throbbed painfully, prompting me to massage my temples, where I noticed bruising that had been treated with ointment. My entire body ached, and as I yawned, I became aware that my lips were swollen and had a cut at the corner, causing a stinging sensation.
I gently traced the area on my cheek where he had struck me; the pain was significant, but it had subsided somewhat. I waited for him on the bed, ensuring I was cocooned in a quilt, reluctant to expose my skin or body to him. I could feel his shameless gaze upon me. I attempted to free my hand once more, but despair washed over me as I realized it was futile.
After what felt like an hour of waiting, I saw no sign of his return. 'How could he confine me here and tie my hands? Am I a criminal to be treated in such a manner? What a despicable person,' I cursed him silently.
As I continued to wait, an urgent need to relieve myself arose. I tried to suppress it, but it became unbearable, and I began to shout his name, "Sebastian, Sebastian-------" repeatedly. Soon, I heard heavy footsteps approaching, and he burst through the door with a loud slam that startled me, though I quickly regained my composure.
"What is the matter? Why are you shouting? Are you in pain?" he inquired, breathless from running upstairs. "Uncuff my hand, please, I can't hold it any longer," I pleaded.
He looked perplexed. "What?" he asked.
"Uncuff my hand; I need to use the restroom, or my bladder will burst," I reiterated, this time eliciting a smirk from him. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and said, "I will, but only on one condition." "What the fu--" I began, but he interrupted with a warning, "Watch your language, baby girl; we wouldn't want to add to your already extensive list of punishments, would we?" I simply nodded in response.
"Words, I require words, my dear girl. What has silenced you?" he inquired earnestly, maintaining direct eye contact. "Alright, what is your condition?" I responded, eager to avoid a confrontation. "I need you to respond to all my inquiries," he stated. Without much thought, I replied, "Yes, please release my hand; it is urgent," almost begging him. He approached slowly, a smirk on his face, seemingly relishing my predicament, which only fueled my frustration, yet I could not raise my voice against him. He reached me, retrieved a key from his pocket, and unlocked the cuff. As he released my hand, I rubbed my wrist, noticing a red mark. Without hesitation, I dashed toward the bathroom, acutely aware of his intense gaze following me. Once inside, I locked the door and relieved myself, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me. After flushing, I approached the sink to wash my hands and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror: disheveled hair, bruised and swollen lips, and a red mark on my cheek, which was also swollen. A tear slipped down my face as I washed it and dried my skin with a towel, sighing at my reflection; I had fainted twice in one day. Exiting the bathroom, I found Sebastian seated on the sofa, an ice pack and food laid out on the coffee table before him. "Come here," he commanded. I was acutely aware of the consequences of defying him, so I complied. "Sit," he instructed, and as I intended to perch on the edge, he added, "Not there, sweetheart; here," patting his lap. My eyes widened in disbelief. "What?" I exclaimed. "Now," he asserted with authority. Reluctantly, I mustered the courage to refuse, stating, "I don't want to." In an instant, he yanked me and forcibly positioned me on his lap. I squirmed to escape, but his words rendered me motionless. As I attempted to rise, he whispered in my ear, "You are making me hard, little girl. Do not test my patience; sit still, or I cannot guarantee what may occur next." My cheeks flushed crimson, and I ceased my struggles, surrendering to the situation. He took the ice pack and gently placed it against my cheek, causing a stinging sensation.
I inhaled sharply as he gently reassured me, saying, "It's alright." He gestured for me to take the food, and I acquiesced. He retrieved a plate from the table, filled with my favorite dish, cheese pasta. He scooped some onto a spoon and brought it to my mouth, signaling me to open up. However, I hesitated, feeling as though he perceived me as a child. Despite my fondness for the dish, I was determined not to yield this time and kept my mouth closed. Internally, I felt a sense of satisfaction in my refusal. "Stop acting like a child; open your mouth and eat," he insisted, his jaw clenched. "No, I'm not hungry," I replied defiantly. "Petal, please behave and do as I instruct," he urged. I shook my head in refusal. "Oh, you are quite stubborn; I know how to handle kitties like you," he remarked with a smirk. He then took a spoonful of pasta for himself.
In that moment, I realized he was indeed hungry. He set the plate down and unexpectedly grasped my hair tightly, causing me to gasp in surprise. My mouth opened involuntarily, and he seized the chance to press his lips against mine, feeding me pasta. Releasing my hair, I glared at him. "I wouldn't mind feeding you this way, sweetheart," he said with a smirk. I swallowed the food, and before I could respond, he interrupted, "Do you prefer me to feed you like this or not?" "Pervert," I muttered under my breath, relieved he did not hear me.
He once again held a spoonful of pasta near my mouth, and this time I complied, eating quickly. He continued to feed me, and I thought to myself, 'This pasta is quite delicious.' Eventually, feeling full, I declared, "I'm full; I don't want any more." He finished the remaining pasta and then gazed at my lips. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against mine and licked them, breaking the kiss to say, "Hmm, tasty," while licking his lower lip. He then offered me some water.
"I can feed myself, you know; I'm not a child," I asserted, crossing my arms over my chest. "I understand, baby girl; I know you have hands, but now you have wings too, which I intend to clip," he replied, looking deeply into my eyes
He turned me to face him, positioning me so that my legs were on either side of him, effectively straddling him. He grasped my waist to prevent any movement. Gathering my hair, he swept it to one side to gain access to my shoulder, where he placed a kiss at the junction of my neck and shoulder. He began to shower that area with kisses, and I inadvertently let out a soft moan.
Before I realized it, a loud scream escaped my lips, followed by uncontrollable sobbing as he bit me firmly, then licked the spot to alleviate the pain. I continued to cry as he persisted in kissing me there, and once again, a scream erupted from me when he bit the skin over my collarbone. My sobs grew louder as he repeated the action, soothing the area with his tongue. "Why are you doing this? It hurts, please stop, it hurts," I implored, but he continued to leave hickeys across my neck.
With one final kiss on my throat, he released me, and by that point, I was in tears, my sobs flowing freely. He bit my earlobe, causing me to yelp in pain. "Now be a good girl and answer my questions," he whispered softly in my ear.
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