Novel Storm
Chapter 80: Need A Good Spanking?
His hands moved across her skin along the curve of her body. “Better a glorious death than a shameful life? I found a saint?” He laughed and added, “Or an ascetic nun?”
Kate didn’t react to his ridicule.
And he continued, “Resist yummy food, resist nice clothing, resist orgasm…”
She shivered at the last word he uttered as if deep in her body, there were still ripples caused by their activity just now.
Tristan concluded, “Your resistance and persistence have the only form and have no substance.”
Kate said dryly, “I don’t know what you are saying.”
“You will know. Let me teach you.” His voice was low and appealing. At the same time, his fingers moved to her crotch in the water.
She gave a muffled cry.
“Don’t suppress yourself. If you want to cry, cry.”
Kate bit her lips and resisted.
He bit her on the scapula suddenly, and the unexpected pain made her scream. He said with a satisfied smile, “That is good.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Their three-day trip made Kate shed her skin both physically and spiritually. She was challenged to the extreme in both ways.
Sex every night and shopping on the last day of the trip was challenging to her principles. Tristan took her to the luxury shops, and later half a dozen branded purses were sent to the hotel.
In the jewel shop, a personal shopper brought out lustrous and brilliant jewels and let Kate try them on one by one.
Kate frowned and thought to endure it for a while, but then she changed her mind and said, “I don’t like them.”
Tristan was watching with folded hands and said, “Then try others.”
“No. I don’t like any of them.” Kate raised her voice. “I didn’t want to come here. I am not a Christmas tree that you can hang anything on. I am not your toy.”
The young personal shopper was dumbfounded and forgot her trained manners completely. Tristan kept a stiff upper lip, and his eyes even held a smile of unknown meaning.
After they got out of the shop, he said without showing his emotion, “You at least should save face for me.”
After her outbreak in the shop, Kate felt better but was still a little scared that Tristan would get angry. Hearing him say that, she argued, “You don’t care about my self-esteem, why should I save face for you?”
Tristan didn’t expect her to become eloquent suddenly. He gave her a glance, said nothing, and kept on walking.
Kate muttered behind him, “Didn’t you say that your face could not be lost in one or two words?”
Tristan turned back and gave her a knock on the head.
“Oh, feeling smart now?”
Kate rubbed her head and stared back at him. He waved a cab and said, “Let’s go have lunch.”
“No more exotic food.” She gave her conditions.
Tristan was speechless. “OK. American food, pig-head.”
The next day they got back to Los Angeles.
Though it was freezing when they landed, Kate felt secure. This seemed to be the real earth to her. She liked snow.
Though the scenery was monotonous and bleak, that was what winter should look like in her mind. The cold kept her sober and spirited.
They hadn’t seen Lucy for a few days, and she had lost much weight, though she still matched her name fatty.
Lucy showed great sorrow that her two owners had left to have fun in Hawaii. She meowed sadly. Kate picked the cat up and asked, “Fatty, did you miss your sister?”
Tristan, who was unpacking the luggage, stopped his motion and reminded her, “It calls me Dad.”
Kate gave him a glance and said, “You mean I should call you uncle?”
Tristan ground his teeth. “Need a good spanking?”
After the New Year holidays, school started formally. Kate fit in school life quickly and soon changed into student mode. This kind of life made her feel at ease, and she enjoyed it more than anything else.
Tristan had set specific rules for Kate. No burning the midnight oil, no losing weight, and most of all, nothing that would affect their sex life. Kate was speechless. Men could be so shameless and without boundaries.