Part: 78 The Half-truth

I moaned as he slightly hit that unknown thing on my both nipples, one by one, sending a different kind of sensation between my thighs.

“What if my answer is wrong?” Suddenly I asked him, keeping my eyes closed.

It’s so difficult to talk to him with my eyes closed, it would be better if he had blindfolded me.

"Then I’ll hit this here." He caressed the thing between my thighs against my jeans, arousing me. I flexed my hips and rubbed myself against it.

“Somebody is getting turned on.” He removed it and I pouted sadly. I badly want something to be rubbed against myself.

He laughed at my condition. Evil!

I have to answer him fast. What the thing could be? I wondered, putting pressure on my brain. He had picked it up from the dressing table, I can easily guess it.

It can be comb.

“Comb…” I answered, shouting as he whacked one of my twins not so hard.

“Wrong Answer, Butterfly.” The next moment he smashed my crotch with that thing, I jumped up and closed my legs shut to control the intense sensation.

“But you were close. Better luck next time.” He whispered against my lips and sucked them passionately, placing his hand on my face.

I was close, it means the thing is related to hair only.

I badly want to open my eyes and see what he’s holding.

“It would be better if you had blindfolded me.” I suddenly uttered and he let out an evil laugh.

“This is the part of your punishment. I want to make sure that after this you will think thousands of times before rolling your eyes, Butterfly.” He stated in a pure dominating tone.

“Master, it isn’t my control.” I cried out.

“I’ll make you control it, Butterfly.” He snickered devilishly. “Now keep your mouth shut and this should only open to answer me.” He instructed, brushing my lips with his thumb.

It’s time to answer him fast.

“Hairbrush,” I answered instantly whatever came into my mind.

“Impressive.” As he praised me, a broad smile flashed on my face. So I answered right in second time only. Even I’m impressed with myself.

“So now, could I open my eyes, Master?” I asked him merrily.

I’m surprised how I always ask him before doing something. I never thought that I would ever let anybody control me. He has done magic over me. He controls me and this thing I used to hate most but now I just love the way he orders me and punishes me for disobeying because it arouses me in a completely different way. Everything seems so fucking incredible with him. Whatever he does to me, I like it.

Now I trust him so much, I know that he’ll never hurt me and do something intentionally to make me upset.

I came on the earth back as I felt his lips on my right nipple. He sucked it, squeezing my other tit. I moaned in pleasure, fisting his hair. Only his touch can make me feel so damn good.

He still doesn’t ask me to open my eyes, so I’m keeping them close.

“Your punishment is over Butterfly. Now it’s reward time, so you can open your eyes.” He finally answered me, massaging my both twins together, pleasuring me.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. He is lying, straddling me. I beamed and kissed him hard after cupping his face while he kneaded my twins, grinding himself against my crotch. I felt so heavenly incredible.

“I love you.” I mechanically confessed my love, panting as we pulled apart. It’s not the first time I’m confessing it but still, I’m afraid what if he leaves me because of this. Therefore still I rarely say to him, ‘I love you.’ Even if I want, I keep my mouth shut as his words still haunt me that if the love comes between us, he’ll leave me.

“I know.” He gave me a loving smile, I’m surprised by his reaction. Thank God, he didn’t freak out.

I smiled contentedly as his lips touched my forehead. He planted a soft kiss there before lying down, cuddling me. I snuggled in his warm arms with a beatific smile on my face, they’re my real paradise.

“Now tell me what was the important thing you wanted to tell me.” He asked and my smile faded as I recalled that now I have to tell him a half-truth. I’m so fucking nervous.

Master’s P.O.V.

When she confessed her love, I felt a sudden urge to confess my love also but not today as I want that day to be extra special when I’ll confess my feelings to her that what she means to me. I want to make that day the most memorable and heavenly beautiful for her.

“First I want you to promise me that you won’t force me for anything after knowing this.” She uttered, making me confused.

“What do you mean, Butterfly?” I asked bemusedly.

“You will understand this but first, please promise me that you won’t force me.” She implored and I’m not understanding what promise she is asking me to give her.

“Butterfly, just tell what you want to tell me and that’s my order,” I spoke in a stern tone.

Advantage of being her Master.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. Now I’m getting a bit worried.

“IknowwhoisAlexgirlfriend.” She said the whole sentence in one go and I didn’t understand a single word even.

“Butterfly, just relax and tell me,” I said softly, placing my hand on her face.

“I know who is Alex's girlfriend.” She finally told me and I made O mouth.

“And who is she?” I asked her. By the way, I’m not so curious to know who is she as it is his personal life. If he wants to keep his submissive confidential, I don’t have any problem.

“That I can’t tell you.” She adorably closed her eyes after saying this.

“And why can’t you tell me?” I asked her, raising my brows.

She opened her eyes and replied, “because I have given someone my words.”

Now I’m getting curious.

“So what? You can’t hide anything from your master.”

“That’s why I only told you half-truth because I have promised someone. Try to understand me, please.” She requested, gazing at me pleadingly.

Her promise given to someone is more important than her Master’s order. I’m getting angry now. Why she is hiding this from me?

I want to know right now and I'll do anything to know the whole truth because I can sense that there is something fishy.

"Just tell me who is she?" I asked her in a stern tone, clutching her arm.

"Therefore I was asking you to promise me. I knew that you would force me like this only.” She complained.

“Will you tell me or not?” I asked her in a grim tone.

“No, I can’t tell you.” Still, she isn’t ready to tell me.

If she is stubborn, I’m even more stubborn than her. I have my ways to take the truth out of her mouth.

I’ll also see how she won’t spit out the truth.

A mischief smile flashed on my face and she narrowed her brows bemusedly at me.

"Okay! Now just wait and watch.” I climbed down the bed and she is just staring at me confusingly.

Poor her! She has no idea what I'm thinking to do with her.

"Wear it and follow me,” I order, tossing the top over her.

"Where?" She asked me, having no clue where I’m planning to take her. I’m just smirking as now I’m curious to know who is Alex’s girlfriend. Before I wasn’t but now I’m because of my Butterfly.

As she wore her top, I stepped out.

“Where are you going?” She asked me, following me.

“To the playroom as today, I’m going to take the truth out of your mouth no matter what.” I glanced at her over my shoulder with an evil grin on my face.

“Whatever you do, I won’t break my given promise.” As she uttered stubbornly, I stopped, frowning. I turned around and stormed to her.

“I’m taking this as a challenge, Butterfly. Let’s see who wins today.” I challenged her and she shook her head in disbelief.

“I’m not challenging you. It's just that I can’t tell you right now. Why aren’t you understanding me?”

“Because I fucking want to know why can’t you tell her name,” I yelled at her, losing my temper.

"You never understand my situation." She complained and pouted like a sad baby, looking so damn adorable. Her this face expression melted my heart in an instant.

“I just want to know, Butterfly,” I said calmly now after clasping her face.

“I can’t tell you, please. Soon you’ll come to know. I told you this because I don’t want to hide that I know this.” She tried to explain me.

“Okay, fine. I’m not forcing you. I’ll not talk to you until you tell me.” I said curtly, pushing her away from me.

“That’s not fair.” She cried out.

“You’re not telling me, is this fair?”

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you.”

“Come to me when you’re ready to tell me.” I stormed from there, fuming in anger and she stamped her foot behind me.