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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 31 Wedding Night
What Elle wanted was for Sebastian to take her virginity, her first time. No matter the kind of marriage they end up having, there could be no dispute that he was now her husband, and no other man had the rights to bed her but him. She already knew about his kinky desires and that was why she had to admit that she was a bit nervous. But as she had told him, it was just for tonight. Just this once. She only needed to go through it one time. She could do it. After tonight, no more sex.
This decision was her way to protect herself. She had already experienced how easily this man could make her feel the intense carnal desire she has never felt before. He was dangerous for her in every way already, and she knew that if she was not careful, she would fall for him and to her demise without her even knowing how and when it happened. She saw the actions of sex with him as one of the most dangerous traps that she must avoid at all costs.
She knew that the first time for women was not all that a great of an experience, as it was said to be painful. She thought that it was better for her that way, as it would eliminate the future possibility of her craving for more after one taste. So, she must never have sex with him again after this one time. She had agreed to allow him to continue living his usual lifestyle and it was already stated in the contract. Sooner or later, he might bed other women and she would not have a say in it.
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The mere thought of it already had an awful effect on her so she was going to prepare for it as early as now. And the one of the first things she should do was to make sure to eliminate any possible intimacies that could lead to her wanting him or falling for him.
The sound of Sebastian's glass clinking against the side table sounded loud in the thick silence. Then she saw the ends of his lips curved up. "Just for tonight…" he echoed mysteriously, his eyes turning darker as he caressed her body with his burning gaze.
"Yes." Elle confirmed stiffly, never faltering despite the heat his smoldering gaze was causing. "And just once." Her voice trembled a little at the end, but she lifted her chin, not giving into her nervousness.
His smirk had his faint dimple appearing as he regarded her with a mysterious and amused look. But Elle did not budge from her stance. She stared back at him, showing him how serious she was with her decision.
"Fine," he lifted his long arms wide and rested them on top of the sofa's back. "As you wish, we'll consummate our marriage tonight. But that's only if you're ready."
"I am ready, Sebastian." The way she said it was as though she was ready to be sent to the gallows. Sebastian's lips curled up even more as he regarded her with much amusement.
"That's for me to decide, my little wench." His voice sounded rough yet deliciously dark as he told her. And Elle's eyes widened at the nickname he used on her. Her heartbeat stopped for a moment and her face burned red.
She had already prepared herself to hear such things as he had made it abundantly clear to her the first time that they met that he calls his women names. He had already called her 'bitch' before and honestly, she did not like it. She hated it, in fact. But this… she did not know why she could not quite describe the feeling she had at the moment. Did she hate it, or did she like it? It was a weird feeling.
After mentally berating herself for even questioning herself if she liked being called a wench, Elle sucked in a deep breath to calm herself. She told herself to just ignore his antics so they could get this over and done with quickly.
"Now princess… take that nasty night gown off." He ordered. "I want you completely bared for me."
Without hesitation, Elle tugged on the chiffon waist tie that she had knotted into a bow and her actions bared her front to him. Just with a tiny shrug, the night gown slipped off her milky white shoulders. When the soft and gauzy fabric pooled around her ankles, her heartbeat drummed loud in her ears. His eyes slowly caressed her every curve, and she could see something intense now flashing across his darkened gaze.
"On the bed, princess. Now." Came his second command and Elle slowly turned, taking one step at a time as she fought the urge to scramble onto the bed and dive beneath the sheets to hide herself. She could still fell his fiery gaze boring into her, following her every move.
Somehow, she managed to climb into bed at a normal pace. She sat not in the middle but at the far side and leaned against the headboard.
When she lifted her eyes and returned her gaze to him, he was still seated at his black sofa, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. She had noticed his room's lighting was not upgraded like the rooms in Eves palace so the lighting still gave off the feeling that they were back in the olden days. She wondered if it was because this prince does not use this room much, or perhaps they have protocols or rules not to modernize anything? Whatever the case, right now, Elle was glad the room was not brightly lit.
He finally stood from the sofa and as he approached the bed, Elle's heartbeat picked up the pace. She watched him come nearer and nearer to the bed. To her.
Stopping by the foot of the bed, he stood there, looking down at her. And his quiet and commanding voice echoed in the silence.
"Crawl towards me, princess."
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 32 Unexpected
"Crawl towards me, princess."
His deep voice penetrated and reverberated straight through her. Reaching so deep within Elle that she felt like her brain fritzed out at that confident and absolute command.
The pure focus he had thrown at her as he towered over there, looking down at her, had Elle unconsciously clenching her fists into the bedsheet. But the moment she saw a spark of something mischievous and seemingly taunting in his eyes, she unclenched her fists and tipped her chin up. He was challenging her. It seemed like he did not believe that she could do this. That was how she interpreted that look in his eyes.
And she did not like what she had thought his reaction would be if she did not make a move now. Surprisingly, she disliked the thought of him smirking as he told her 'He's right and that she's all just bravado' much more than doing what he was asking her to do right now.
Holding his gaze, Elle felt the surge of strong refusal to back off. She reminded herself once again that this was just for tonight. Only one night. Just to consummate their marriage. She will never need do this again. Ever. She reminded herself that she had bravely told him before that she could handle him as long as he would not hurt her. But that was back when they had nothing complicated going on between them. Before her father had taken advantage of the situation and somewhat forced a marriage arrangement between them. When her goal was only going to sleep with her as a one-night stand.
However, right now, she felt that this was not enough to overcome the surge of her intense desire to erase that look in his eyes. All she wanted was to go against what he was obviously expecting from her. She wanted to prove him wrong. And besides, even before their wedding, Elle had already thought of all the things that could happen between them the moment they will get down to this business. Though him, commanding her to crawl to him still surprised her, she was not totally ignorant about this possibility as she had actually done her research on everything about these matters while she was at the hotel in the past few days. She had not wasted her time lounging and doing nothing in her room during the nights after coming back from her touring the city the whole day.
She had already mentally prepared herself and that was maybe why she was braver than ever now.
Without breaking eye contact, Elle slowly dropped on all fours. Her knees and hands dipping slightly into the plush top of the super king-sized mattress. Her heartbeat was rushing a mile a minute and she could feel her cheeks burning hot. But… it seemed that this might not be as hard as she thought it would be. She was never the submissive type. She was certain of that. She was stubborn especially to people who had wanted to control her, like her father. Her stubbornness was the kind when one expects her to do one thing, she would be willing to do the exact opposite thing – even if she had to suffer a little along the process. So, this was surprising even to her. Was it because this was the bedroom? She had heard there were things that would only work differently for some people in the bedroom. Was she like that…? No way… right? This must be because she had long prepared herself mentally.
Elle then began to crawl, still refusing to be the first one to break their eye contact. Her heartbeat sounded so loud in her ears that she did not even realize just how slowly she was moving at the moment. When she saw how his eyes stretched a little as she got closer to him, a tinge of triumph rose within her. Another unexpected thing. The sight of him looking surprised was somehow enough to trigger and rise her courage to the next level.
But her focus quickly shifted the moment she became aware of her breast swinging with every move she made. The shade of red on her face grew to become an even deeper tone. She paused just before she could reach him and heard how loud and fast her heartbeats were getting. Feeling the dryness on her lips caused by her hot pants, Elle licked her lips to moisten them.
Looking up to him, she saw his eyes dilate. She did not know how that had her continuing her incredibly slow movement. She was really surprising even herself right now. She wondered what had gotten onto her tonight. Was it the wine? She really wanted to blame it on her surprising emotions and actions, but she knew full well that she was clearheaded and was not the slightest bit drunk at all.
Elle stopped, finally reaching him. She tipped her chin even higher to maintain eye contact only to catch an unexpected devious glint in his eyes. That had got her already fast pulse racing even quicker.
He reached out and cupped her chin, guiding her gently to kneel before him. The touch of his leather gloved hand on her chin was… distracting to say the least.
"You just keep impressing me with how bold you are, princess." He said in a husky voice, a slow grin spreading across that sinfully beautiful face of his. "It seems no amount of discouragement could make you change your mind, hmm??"
"I thought I have already made that clear to you many times before?" she replied in what she hoped was a composed manner, "So I hope you can stop trying to test me now, Sebastian."
"Test…" he echoed. A mysterious smile then curved on his lips. "I wasn't testing you, Izabelle. I was merely showing you what you're putting yourself into right off the bat." He bent closer, putting their faces only merely inches apart. "And tonight, is actually the best choice for you."
Tonight, was the best choice for her? What did he even mean by that?
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 33 Standard
Elle's brows creased a little, curious to know what he meant by what he just said. What did he even mean by that?
But before she could ask, Sebastian was already continuing, "Alexander and my brothers are all here right now. Normally, it would only be us in this place. To top that off, everyone obviously likes you a lot. Due to that, I won't have a choice but to force myself to tamper down on my usual style and be as gentle as I possibly can tonight. Or else…" he let go of her chin and bit at the tip of his glove. In an elegant move, he pulled the glove off his right hand and flicked his head, allowing it to fly in an arc before landing at one corner of the bed. Elle could not help but wonder again why he likes wearing those black gloves. "… the entire family will come at me mercilessly tomorrow. And we can't have that happening, can we?"
Elle blinked, speechless. Her mind immediately wondered how his family would even know if he was gentle or rough with her as they do the deed. She could not quite figure that out even after thinking for a while. But then, she had quickly remembered that there was also the choking and tying that he had mentioned to her before. Her mind quickly went into overdrive, and she saw herself with bruises all over her wrists and neck. Did he know that her skin easily gets bruised? There should be no way he could know that, right? He must really like it extremely rough in bed like he had told her before, if he was this worried about his family's reaction! She did read in the article that this activity could leave bruises!
She forced herself to stop the urge to swallow nervously. Somehow, she was suddenly really glad at her decision of not postponing this wedding night. She had found out that the only prince living in the Reign castle was actually Sebastian. The rest of the princes actually live in their own homes including Abigail and Alexander. This had made Elle a little sad when she had found out. She had wished that they lived in the castle too. That way, it would be easy for her to find company whenever she wants to find a chat buddy.
"But don't expect too much from me." Sebastian's deep voice echoed again. "I don't do gentle… so my kind of gentle might not be up to your standard."
He looked serious as he said those words. She could see that he was trying to be as clear as day to her about everything. And his statement once again had her relaxing a bit. The fact that he was even willing to try and hold back was enough to calm her frantic heartbeat a little. Though she had mentally prepared herself for a rough experience for her first time, she still would get bouts of nervousness that needed to be suppressed so that she would not chicken out at the last minute.
A small smile tipped at the corner of her lips. "Don't worry. You already know that I'm pretty pessimistic, Sebastian. So, I am not and would not be expecting too much." She shrugged her shoulders elegantly.
His dimple appeared as a smile flashed – but only for a split second. Because in the next second, his expression had changed into something that had her heart stuttering and threatening to stop for a moment. This man could really switch gears in the blink of an eye! Who said that women were the fickle ones?! Apparently that statement also applied to men as well. Princes included!
He cupped her face again. This time without his gloves. And oh lord… the feel of his hands directly touching her skin was electrifying. Was it just her nervousness and the atmosphere affecting and overwhelming her senses? Or was his touch really a little too hot? It was like he was burning with a fever!
"Listen, Izabelle…" his voice and gaze held her captive, "there're two rules I need you to follow at all costs. This is very important, so you really need to pay attention. First… if you can't handle what I am doing to you anymore and want me to stop… just say your own name. "
Silence reigned between them for a few moments before she could answer – but only with a nod. His thumb moved to her mouth and pressed down on her plump lips, brushing it as he stared intently at it.
"Use this beautiful mouth of yours and speak up Izabelle." came his commanding tone and Elle did not know how that had her immediately responding. Was it the seemingly hypnotic look in his eyes that had prompted her to answer so quickly?! Whenever had she been so obedient? She wondered but stashed that thought away for later contemplation.
"Yes. I understand." She answered and nodded as well.
"What will you say?"
Something strange was happening to her. It was like the more he spoke to her with those commanding words and the more she did the things he asked her to do, the more she felt like she was falling down some unknown and dangerous territory.
"I… Izabelle." Her own name came out breathless past slightly trembling lips. That was not the way she had wanted it coming out at all!
And that devastating smile flashed across his face again. "That's my good little wench." He said indulgently and her eyes widened.
Elle bit down lightly on her lower lip and he followed that line with a question. "Do you dislike that pet name I've given you?"
She blinked, moistening her lips again. "I…" Elle trailed off, frowning a little. "I don't know. I'm not –"
"Slut?" He cut her off causing Elle's lips to part. "Whore?" came another word and Elle's eyes stretched even wider. "I need to know which one works best for you, princess –"
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 34 Rule
"I need to know which one works for you best, princess –" his face was serious as he said that. Elle had at first thought that he was making fun of her. But she immediately realized that he was serious and was expecting her response.
"The f-first one would do!" her face was blazing red as these words burst out from her lips. Among the three names he had rattled off, wench sounded a mile better to her compared with the other two. Even thinking about the other two was enough for her to squeeze her eyes shut. She could only quickly choose that as she did not want to hear any other selections of those kind of words. She was afraid he would only come up with even weirder names if she did not reply soon. But most importantly, she was really afraid she would lose her courage and composure if he continued with this. What came out of his lips were just names… but they really flustered her! They had yet to even start anything yet! And she was already flustered to this extent. She must not let him get her all thrown off before they could even begin!
Sebastian regarded her with a searching gaze, tilting his head a little. "Which one?"
Oh lord… Elle could only groan within her, knowing that he wanted her to say the word. Is he purposely trying to push her limits? Did he really need her to spell it out?
"The… umm… wench one. That one's fine for me." She quickly responded, her volume dropping at the 'word'. She did not want this conversation to drag on any longer than was necessary.
He was silent for a moment, just staring at her. She could tell he was trying to read her and see if she was lying or not.
"As you wish." He eventually said, though she could still somehow sense a slight doubt in his tone. However, he seemed to have just decided to take her words at face value. She then felt his thumb started to caress her cheek. That small circular movement was… his touch really was too hot! "The second and last rule is…" he held her chin and tipped it higher as if to make sure that all her focus was on him alone. "Don't touch me. Never… while we are at it."
The breath of relief Elle was about release was stuck in her throat. W-what did he just say?
"You heard that right, Izabelle." he said as though he had heard the question she had just asked herself in her mind. His eyes looked so intense. So mysteriously strange. She felt something unspeakable suddenly oozing from him. Something so extreme that she felt like him just telling her that rule of his was already some kind of a nightmare to him. It was hard to even explain but something in her told her that she needed take this very seriously. She suddenly remembered her gloves and she could not help but wonder if he had actually some unspeakable issues about this matter. Hence this rule. Or was she overthinking it again and this was just one of the many other preferences of his?
"Do you think you can do that?" he asked, pulling her off her thoughts. It was strange how she felt such a strong compulsion in obeying this particular rule. She did not even know why, but it was like something was forcefully convincing her not to break this one rule of his. At all costs. Whatever the reason, she did not have the luxury to delve more into the matter at this moment. Contemplation and scrutiny will have to wait for later – when she has time to be on her own. Her mind was already filled with so many questions and uncertainties that she was afraid she was already losing focus due to all these. And besides, she was also quite certain he would not give her further explanation about it either. She could still remember how he had told her before, never to ask or mention anything about his eldest brother. The look in his eyes at that time had had her heart shivering cold and she did not want that to happen again this time.
Forcing herself to stop thinking about it and just making herself believe that this was nothing but his preference for now, Elle nodded agreeably at him. She also told herself that this was better off for her too, because not touching him back would make this less intimate for her. It would be easier for her to pull back and keep herself from being accidentally attached to him. She remembered how it felt just having his bare palms touching her face. How electrifying it was. Thinking about it now was enough to send a tiny jolt of pleasure shooting through her. Yes… it was better off that she did not touch him as well. She agreed fully to this condition.
"Yes…" she answered with a firm nod of her head, making sure that there was no hesitation in her voice. "Can I assume that what is prohibited is actually touching you directly…? Since you have let me touch you before. Or is this only your… rule in bed?"
"That's right." He took a moment to respond. His expression was once again unfathomable.
"What will… happen if I accidentally break this rule?" she asked in a careful tone. She needed to know the consequences so she can be ready for it. Just in case.
His grey eyes gleamed as his bare hand on her face moved. He fiddled with strands of her red hair and slowly tucked them behind her ear. It was a gesture that had her eyes circling at him.
"If that does happen… you shall be punished." he answered. Though his voice was gentle – almost a whisper – but something savage, primal and dangerous danced across his eyes. Then his hand crept to the back of her neck and fisted her hair a little tightly as he continued in a strained dark voice. "Real. Hard… Izabelle."
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,m A/N:
To all my dearest readers,
For those who aren't on our fb group, i would like to update you guys that the delays in updates are due to the strong earthquake that hit my region last month. But don't worry about me because I and my family are safe.
I just want you guys to be more patient for my updates' pace for now. I will be releasing five chaps tomorrow but for another privilege tier. And then maybe five more the next day to fill the last tier.
Once the privs are filled, I will try my best to resume daily update and resume Spellbound as well.
Thank you so much and I am hoping for your continues support and understanding.
Love, Kazzen (08/05/22)
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Chapter 35 Here
"Real. Hard… Izabelle."
Those last three words had Elle's heart hammering itself into frenzy within her ribcage. Her throat ran dry as an inexplicable tremor ran powerfully through her. The feel of her slightly damp hair being fisted by him felt… it felt…
"And that isn't something you can handle no matter how you brave yourself." He continued. His voice remained low, but she could almost taste the warning in them. "So, I would give you another reminder again. Do. Not… Touch me."
Fighting back hard the urge to gulp down in fear, Elle lifted her hands a little, bringing them together before her as she mustered up a smile.
"I see… then, I think it's better if you tie my hands. Better to be safe than sorry, right?" she said, trying to calm her now chaotic heart.
Sebastian's grip in her hair loosened and she relaxed a little. Still, she dared not breathe out in relief. Not yet, at least.
"Best to avoid any accidents from happening." She flashed a quick forced smile as she waited for him to tie her hands. "I'm afraid I might momentarily forget. You know… in the heat of the moment…"
He finally looked away from her eyes and stared down at her hands. She watched as a slow smile tugged at his lips. And with just that, the dark tension seemed to quickly evaporate between them.
"Smart little wench, aren't you?" He uttered under his breath, as he fully let go of her hair and removed his robe's tie.
Elle kept her gaze firmly trained on his face, not daring to look down. Not even a single inch. She had not seen him naked yet. That night, she had been too scared and desperate that she did not even allow herself to get more than a blurry glance at his naked body when he had climbed of the bed to face her father. But then… what was the use of her not daring to look?
Swiftly, he started tying her hands together. She then dragged her gaze down and saw his robe had fallen open, baring quite an expanse of skin to her wandering eyes. Ink black tattoos welcomed her eyes. Were those images of… fire?
Her eyes trailed curiously over the tattoos, travelling downwards, until her gaze stopped at his navel. He was wearing a dark grey boxer brief.
"Now princess," his voice almost jolted her out her own skin and her face reddened as she guiltily returned her gaze back to his face. He sat next to her and in a swift move he had her sitting rather primly on his lap, facing away from him. "Let's get started, shall we?" He whispered provocatively in her ear before blowing gently into it, sending shivers running helplessly through her.
It was then she realized that her hands were already secured together. She could not help but be amazed at how fast and perfect he had gotten it done. She tested and tried to break free from it but could not even get it to loosen up the slightest. Oh dear, this man really was an expert in this! To think this was not even a heavy-duty rope but just a robe's tie!
His scorching hands cupped her jaw and pinned her against him. The touch of their bodies against each other's, skin to skin, had her gasping breathlessly a little.
"Just lean on me and relax, Izabelle," he whispered as he gathered her fiery red hair and spilled it over her left shoulder. "I'll take care of the rest."
Elle never expected to hear those words coming from him. She had never thought he would say such an intimate and gentle line to her. And now she could not help but be alarmed because that line just turned her on damned hard. She could feel her heart racing as her cheeks warmed up from his words alone.
She felt his lips on her shoulder as his hands moved from her waist, caressing her skin until he reached her breasts. The moment he squeezed her there, a silent gasp escaped her mouth. Oh dear…
"Your breasts are so soft yet pliable to the touch, my lovely wench." He whispered huskily as he continued massaging her breasts.
Sweat started to break out on her temples and forehead. And when he rolled her nipples between his pointer and his thumb, another gasp was torn from her lips as her whole frame trembled within his hold. Her eyes squeezed shut as she could not help but drop her head back on his shoulder – solid and hot as hell. "Yes, just like that my princess. Relax and just let me prep you until you're ready for me."
This was not what she was expecting. At all!! Oh, good lord. He was not supposed to whisper these sweet words with his erotic and deep voice while touching her with burning strokes like this. He was not supposed to… Wait, what was he not supposed to do? Elle could feel herself spinning out of control as her mind somehow just could not make sense of things.
Another twist on her nipples had her letting out a sharp sound. A sound she could not believe had originated from her own lips.
"Shh, princess…" came his vibrating whisper as his one hand clasped around her throat, tightening its hold on her slightly. It was a secure grasp but not one that caused fear or doubt. "I need you to be quiet, my little wench. If you don't, I will be forced to bring you somewhere dark tonight and you wouldn't want that to happen."
His warning caused Elle to bite down on her lower lip. She did not want them to move anywhere else. Especially to that place that he had made it sound so dangerous for her. She wanted to be here, where he was gentle. Here, where his family were around in the same place. That way, he would still be able to hold back and not go all out on her.
"That's my lovely princess," he praised when he pinched the other nipple, yet no more sharp sounds came out of her. "I just love how obedient you are right now…" he murmured into her ear as she bit down harder, holding back any sounds from escaping her mouth.
He trailed his tongue from the spot just below her ear, down to the dip in her shoulder. His tongue was so hot. Like liquid fire that was threatening to burn her whole.
She could feel powerful muscles bunching and tightening under her ass and thighs as he continued touching her everywhere, except below her waist. She wanted him to touch her more, in there. But he only took his time and played with her breasts with ruthless and delicious patience.
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