Making love

"Because you forbade me to eat it and I did it anyway." I shrugged nonchalantly, acting like it was no big deal, when in reality my whole body was trembling. I hated it when he was angry at me, but disappointed? It was pure torture. "You will punish me for it," I muttered under my breath, looking down at my hands. I felt horrible and it had nothing to do with a pie. He didn't trust me. He said it by himself.

"I forbade it, because first your tummy will hurt." He turned around, slowly taking steps toward me. "And second, do you actually think I will deliver any punishment tonight?" He put his finger under my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful face. "You barely hold your eyes open."

"You won't punish me?" I whispered. Surprise was evident in my quiet voice.

"I will," he answered, his lips twisted in a half smile, so similar to the evil grin I knew very well. "For two weeks, you're forbidden to eat any kind of sweets, candies, cakes, pies, or anything that comes to your mind when I say sugar."

"You can't do it!" I almost shouted, crossing my arms over my chest and backing away from him. I couldn't survive a day without chocolate.

"Can't I?" He flashed me a toothy grin, showing me his perfect white teeth. "I can do anything. And if you won't follow my order, I have a cane in a drawer. Would you like to meet it?"

I groaned in frustration, abruptly turning around and stomping into the bedroom. I took off the wardrobe, and naked, I hid under the covers. I heard heavy footsteps, so I knew that he had entered the room. I peeked from under the blanket, watching him as he set the plate with fruits on the table and turned off the lights. He walked around the bed, and lied down.

I felt that he was close, yet I was hurt, mostly by my own behaviour. It wasn't about sweets and candies, it was because, thanks to my stupid antics, I had a feeling that he didn't trust me with important things. And it was all my fault.

"Do you want to cuddle?" He asked, and he was much closer than I expected. Without a word, I turned around and I stuck my head out from under the cover to look at him. He was leaning against the headboard. Only the lamp on his nightstand was on, and when he noticed me, he put away his phone, connecting his eyes with mine.

"Or not?" He smiled softly at me, moving his hand for me to join him.

"Will you take it off?" I pointed to his T-shirt, which was blocking me from touching his naked skin. I wanted us to be as close as possible and he didn't hesitate, and it ended on the floor next to the bed.

I moved to him, wrapping my arm and leg around him, caressing his bare chest and listening to the sounds of his strong heart. Instantly, I felt much better.

"Are you angry at me?" I whispered, making circles with my index finger on his skin. He moved his hand from my back and buried his fingers in my hair, kissing my forehead gently.

"No, princess," he muttered, resting his chin on the top of my head. "I'm sad," he added, and my heart sank. I blinked a few times, and I pulled myself up, looking into his blue orbs.

"Because of me?" I asked in a weak voice. Tears burned in my eyes. He never said to me that he was feeling bad because of me. I wanted to make him happy, not let him down.

"Because I don't understand what the problem is," he answered, putting his palm on my cheek, and I leaned into his touch, giving him a confused look. "My brain can't comprehend, why are you doing this, princess," he explained in a gentle tone, brushing my cheek with his thumb. "Did someone hurt you? Punished you for no reason?" He inquired when I didn't say anything. "Or are you scared of me?"

"What?" I gasped, cupping his face with my hands. "I'm not scared of you," I stated with every ounce of certainty I was capable of. "It's just..." I paused for a second trying to find the right words. However, I didn't have an explanation for it. I was kind of doing it without any reason. "It's a habit. It's not like I'm hurting anyone," I said apologetically, chewing my bottom lip. I didn't know what else to say.

"Okay." He nodded his head slightly, studying my face. His penetrating gaze was making me nervous. It was like he was trying to read my thoughts. I hated this conversation. "But one day, this might hurt our relationship. I don't want to risk that."

"What do you mean?" I really didn't understand what he meant by it. How could a small lie about an apple pie do something bad to our bond? I would never lie to him about something important.

"What if we end up in a situation where I will have to choose to trust you or someone else," he replied, and I frowned, watching his plump lips move. "Those little innocent lies will haunt me and eventually they could affect my decision. What then?"

His question took me by surprise. I didn't know how to react. Honestly, they cut deep into my heart when I realised their meaning and my lower lip started to quiver. I had a hard time suppressing tears, which were threatening to fall from my tired eyes.

"Would you choose someone else over me?" I sobbed, feeling crushed by the weight of his words. He immediately pulled me closer, wrapping his muscular arms around my body.

"This is a horrible time for this conversation," he muttered next to my ear, brushing my hair. "I just wanted you to see my side. Maybe you think that I'm overreacting or taking my dominant role too seriously." He kissed my forehead tenderly, and he put his long finger under my chin, lifting my head up. "But to answer your question, I would never choose someone else over you. You're my princess. I'll always be by your side."

He pecked my nose, and I giggled, feeling much better after his reassurance. He never betrayed my trust. I didn't catch him with a lie, or he didn't try to hide something from me. He was always honest, so my irrational actions were very stupid. Yet, I couldn't explain it. No matter how hard I tried, it was an impossible task.

"Even if I lie about an apple pie?" I inquired with a small smile, batting my eyelashes.

"Even if you lie about an apple pie," he confirmed with a slight nod, brushing the hair away from my face. I couldn't resist, and I leaned closer, gently pecking his lips. Before I could comprehend what happened, I was lying on my back, and he was dominating my mouth in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, letting him take me again.

He made love to me, slowly and tenderly, without any rush, and I felt it all. The love, the care, the fear, everything. I couldn't help but cry and smile at the same time when I reached my climax. I needed to let it all go, and all that was left was him, my amazing man.

I fell asleep in his arms, enveloped in a blanket, listening to his even breathing and a song, which he was humming. It was like a fairytale.