After Sleeping with My Childhood Prince, I Kicked Him Out from My World novel Chapter 92

After Sleening with My Childh

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

67. Talk Talk–Talking

<<. Avery. >>

“It’s our wedding video…” He says, and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach.

“It’ll be fun to look back,” he adds.

But I don’t feel that way. I don’t remember our wedding or if I was happy. I don’t remember the trail of events that led to that decision. Was it a desperate move made by me?

I remember nothing. Around those days, I felt a deep sense of shame and disgust for my appearance. I was fresh out of a breakup. My memories are not nice. I don’t know who the witness was. Were there any guests? They must have been judging me for being fat.. Miles must have looked stunning. People must have thought we were an odd couple.

I don’t want to watch the video because I am afraid I might harm this relationship with my insecurities even before it starts.

Ethan’s words have scarred me for years and I can still feel the pinch sometimes.

‘Do you have any idea what people say when they see us together? My sisters tell me I can do better than some fat ugly chick. I feel fucking ashamed to even take you out for dinner.‘ He had told me that day.

He grabs the remote and I blare out, “I don’t really feel like watching it right now.”

Miles looks at me quizzically. “Why not? Don’t you want to see how beautiful you looked in your dress? By the way, I selected that one. We had a blast while dress shopping.”

My heart clenches.

“Is that in the video?” I ask hopefully. Was I happy while dress shopping?

Miles tsks. “No. This video is only from the wedding ceremony.”

I shake my head. “Then I just don’t really feel like it. Can we do something else instead?” I mumble, hoping he’ll drop the subject.

I want to tell him the truth, but I’m scared that he’ll be disappointed in me.

“Sure, we can do something else. What do you want to do?”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “I don’t know. Maybe we could take a stroll. Get some fresh air?”

Miles turns off the tv and drawls. “Or we could fuck…

I laugh.

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“Yes, we could,” I say, smiling,

“Wait here…” He walks out of my room and I close my eyes in frustration.

He was so enthusiastic about watching the wedding video. I feel bad. I don’t think I can ever openly admit this to him.

Avery. His voice breaks my chain of thoughts. I look up and he gestures me to come. I frown and follow him out of

my room.

“What are we going to do?”

“We’re gonna play…” he opens a door and my heart skips a beat.

“Is this some Fifty Shades of Gray‘ type of playroom?”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I never bought any girls home. There was no need for a playroom here.”

He turns and walks backwards into the room. My eyes are fixed on him.

“Although now that you are my official girlsister. We can turn this room into a sex dungeon.”

I watch him through my eyelashes and he frowns. “Is it okay to talk about past hookups or relationships?”

I shrug. “Once in a while yea… we are not gonna act like we are both virgins,” I say and he looks at me, amused.

I look around. It’s an empty study room with a table and a rope suspended in the middle.

“I am too lazy to assign contractors to my own apartment..”

I snort remembering he owns a goddamn construction company.

That’s a chandelier holder. It can take your weight…” He says and my eyes widen.

“Are you gonna hang me there?”

“For now, I will only tie you….. so you can sway a little…”

That sounds Miles grabs the elastic of my pajamas and pulls me towards the rope. I yelp before I can complete my

sentence.

Up close I can see it’s a bondage rope, made of cotton fiber.

“It’s a twisted rope…” I whisper. It will leave marks.

“Do you want the marks?”

I glance up at him.

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“What will I say to others? If they ask how I got them?”

How do others do it? Do they proudly wear the scars?

He brushes his finger on my cheek, and I look up at him.

“It won’t take long… So there won’t be any rope marks,” he says, and grabs my arms up to tie them.

My silk nightshirt riles up my waist while he slowly ties the knot.

“Tell me what you know about this position,” He asks, and I am amused. It’s like a test they do at the barn. To make sure, subs in training, remember the rules and everything.

“It will hurt after a while because my arms are above my head…” So he is right about the session being short. “To make sure it doesn’t hurt too much or cause nerve damage, I must hold the rope tied above my wrists.”

Holding the rope distributes the weight. I try to recall what I was taught. But lust is settling in my mind and I am unable to think properly.

I sigh. I guess this is why they recommend you shouldn’t be drunk for a session.

“Good girl,” he says when he is done tying my wrists.

Miles traces my arms, then reaches my waist. I suck in a breath when he slips his hands under my shirt and cups my breasts.

“I hope you are not wearing your favorite bra… Because I am going to shred it into pieces…” He mumbles against my lips.

“Hold still.” I frown when he pulls something from his pocket and a cold sharp tip presses into my skin.

“It’s a knife.”

I freeze in my spot.

My heart beats faster as he takes his time to hook the knife into each button and tear it off. One by one. The shirt finally opens, showing my bare skin beneath. He trails the knife from my navel towards my bra. The sensation of the blade against my skin is both frightening and exciting.

My body shivers. I glance down. The tip is pressed only slightly into my skin, but I am scared as hell. I have my safe word on tip of my tongue but I want to play this out. I look up at Miles‘ face. His eyes are completely focused on the knife. I know I am in safe hands.

He cuts my bra from the middle, and I sigh in relief. “When did you read my file?”

I had mentioned- ‘Interested to try.‘ But I wasn’t expecting this would be the first thing we would do.

He smirks. “Does it matter?”

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