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His hand under his chin, he gave her all his attention and all his mischief. That evil smile was permanently plastered on his curved lips.

All the colour drained from Aselia’s face. What the hell was that? She raked her brain, thinking about all the movies she had seen and if she had ever heard the word before. None of the books she had read had that word either, for she hardly read romance books.

"I am waiting," Xiran tilted his head at her as he slowly chewed his food, enjoying her bewildered reaction.

"I know, don’t act so pompous," she finally blurted out.

"You do? Let’s hear it then," Xiran raised his right eyebrow at her. He was sure she had zero clue or she would have told him by now.

"So B is for the body, D is for discovery, S is for s£x, and M is for men. It is when a man discovers and explores a woman’s body during the act you know," she replied so confidently that for once Xiran thought the definition might have been changed.

He pursed his lips so hard to not laugh out loud at her but it was impossible, considering that she just made up the whole thing.

He threw his head back and cackled for a long time. The sound scared Rony and he waddled on his tiny paws and snuggled against Aselia’s feet. She watched him with an angered expression.

"Seems like they coined a new meaning to the term and only informed my girlfriend about it," his eyes had begun to water from all the laughing and he finally straightened his head to glance at her. She was throwing daggers, knives and forks at him with her gaze.

"Ok, maybe I got it slightly wrong," she was not going to accept she had no clue.

"Slightly is an understatement dear, why don’t you accept you have no clue what I have asked and get ready for your punishment," Xiran winked at her and leaned back in the chair as if he had no care in the world.

"What else can it be? You are just exaggerating stuff to find an excuse to punish me," Aselia crossed her arms too against her chest. Her feet felt warm as Rony was sleeping against them. His soft body pressed to her.

"I am exaggerating, hmmmmm. Take out your phone Leia and search the term and then tell me if I am exaggerating or not," Xiran asked her in amusement. His intense gaze bored into her, he knew this was going to get so much more interesting now.

Aselia was reluctant but she did as he had said. Extracting her phone from her pants pocket she put in the term and hit search. The definition was way different from anything her pure mind could have anticipated and the pictures they had provided as examples made her ears turn tomato red in embarrassment.

What in the hell was she watching? And who would ever want to do that? Her heartbeat fastened and her fickle organ sent all the blood to her face. Xiran watched her with both his hands behind his head, his legs stretching wide in front of him while his open robe displayed his chest.

His smile was widening with every beat Aselia’s heart was skipping, with every drop of her blood that rushed to her face adding to her embarrassment, with every horror that crossed her face.

"Still think I was exaggerating?" he lazily inquired and she put down her phone and took a deep breath. She had begun to feel hot, so very hot.

"Ok, I had it confused with something else, this is sick. Who even does that?" she finally met his gaze still not giving up.

"Lies will not help you escape your punishment, Leia. And so many people, you will be surprised. Especially women," he answered her, amusement evident in his sultry voice.

"I can’t believe that people enjoy it. It feels sick," she made an ugh face which left Xiran in fits of giggles again. Once his laughter had subsided he got up and began to clear the table.

"What are you doing?" Aselia inquired, seeing he had that mischievous smile plastered on his face. Something was going on in his evil mind. Aselia didn’t get up because Rony was sleeping on her feet.

"Clearing the table, my dear," his robe flew behind him as he removed the dishes from the glass table. Once he was done he settled back down in his seat and took the same posture with his hands going behind his head.

He faced her and smiled, she couldn’t look away. Those sultry grey eyes had her in the trance again.

"Get on the table, Leia. It’s time for your punishment," he whispered ever so slowly and pointed to the table with his gaze.

"Rony is sleeping on my feet, I can’t get up," she made an excuse not able to escape his gaze which was liquefying her insides.

"Hand him over to me," he extended his aristocratic hand toward her. Aselia knew she was trapped and had no choice but obey. She had run out of excuses. She bent down and picked up Rony in her hands, patting him she handed him over to Xiran. He placed him in his lap and began to stroke his smooth fur.

"Table, Leia."

His velvety voice had her moving and she finally began to climb the table and kneeled in front of him.

"Won’t this break?" she pressed down on the glass table and slowly asked, avoiding his torching gaze.

"It won’t. Stand up," he asked in that deep authoritative voice of his.

"Why?" she skeptically inquired, knowing he was up to no good.

"Leia, it’s your punishment. Obey me without questions. They will do you no good," his answer was like a calm before the storm. A storm that was brewing in his grey orbs, a storm ready to wreck her. She sighed but obeyed, her legs were shaking with anticipation as she stood in front of him and he gazed up at her, casually leaning against the chair and ordered:

"Strip for me."