Jealous Arlecchino teaches you a LESSON (SPICY)
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"You're finally back? It's past midnight already. May I know what you were doing outside so late? If, of course, you don't mind telling me, my darling."
You could tell that Arlecchino was upset. That was something that was very easy. She was always able to maintain her composure at first, whenever getting into an argument with you.
But then soon enough, you would be able to tell, and now you've been dating long enough, that you know all of her tells, all of her patterns, and as you know, it seems as if today is not going to be a very good day for both of you. Or more towards you, not really having a good day. You're quite sure that Arlecchino can make it enjoyable for herself, but you're upset.
You were outside very late, that is a fact that is indisputable, but you still want to explain. However, there were many cases where this happened, and perhaps you've been making too many excuses. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" You cleared your throat, fidgeting. "No, Arlecchino, it's simply that I... There have been some issues, but I promise, you don't have to worry. At least not so much. Besides, I'm right here now, aren't I? How about we just go to bed? I'm tired, and we can talk tomorrow, I promise you that." You tell her, and you're hoping, with all your being, that this is the end of it.
That you do not argue, that Arlecchino does not press on. Not because you're necessarily hiding something, but you're just tired of this. Tired of the accusations, and tired of the mistrust.
But Arlecchino, Arlecchino does not want to give up easily. And that's why she got up, walking towards you, slow, like a predator. And you could only feel like you were the prey in the moment, and you could only wonder what could come next after this.
"Arlecchino, darling, please, let's just..."
"No, my love, as much as I would love to trust you, you make it very difficult. I think you're due for a lesson, and I'm sure you would agree." And before you knew it, she was pinning your hands above your head as you looked at her, her eyes piercing into your soul, no longer looking into your own eyes so directly, but rather, looking at you, all over, as if she was looking for something, incriminating evidence, perhaps.
But you could find nothing, because nothing happened. You wished you could tell her, but it was too much to explain. The troubles that were going on in your life, that you did not want to involve her in, rather because of her violent methods of dealing with things.
Maybe she would listen, but right now, it seemed like it was far too late, and anything you tell her was not going to get through to her. But at least the both of you were not breaking up. But that meant that Arlecchino was not going to let up on this.
"How about this? I will give you a very nice offer. You tell me the truth, all of it, and I will decide your punishment accordingly. Unless, of course, you want me to get started right ahead. But then again, it may be a little bit unfair to you." She whispered, and you could only shiver. Something about Arlecchino and her intensity has your body a little bit cold, and you find yourself stammering as you tell her everything, and she holds you in that position, her eyes staring straight into your own, not giving you a chance for recovery.
Her gaze alone was enough to make anyone tremble, and you were lucky that you were so used to it. Her eyes were terrifying and they're unrecked, but after you told her everything, her expression softened, and she found herself cupping your face in her hands, kissing you softly. "I had always known that you would never lie to me, Wayan, but I guess I could not help but be concerned. After all, you are my lover, are you not? And I promise I'll make it up to you. Perhaps I got a little bit overboard, but it was only out of jealousy, my darling. I will make it up to you, right here and right now. But first, may I do a little something?" She asks, and of course, you do not refuse her. It is difficult to do that, especially after her forgiveness. So you find yourself nodding, and she looks rather delighted.
It's weird seeing her so happy and so openly. And before you know it, she's lifting you up with her arms, your legs curling around her waist, as she presses you into the wall, and soon she sinks her head into the crook of your neck, trailing soft kisses all the way over to your shoulder. And before you know it, she's biting into your skin, and you could simply tell how excited she was from the harshness of it, making you whimper and let out small noises.
As your face was entirely red, you were embarrassed beyond belief, but she had stopped her onslaught of bites to look you in the eyes. "It's alright, you can be as loud as you want. Your voice is simply music to my ears, my love. Besides, there's no reason to be so shy. There's nothing you have to hide from me." And before you knew it, she was back to it again, and you tried your best not to be so embarrassed, and by the end of it, you were trembling, perhaps a little bit too excited, perhaps it was a little bit too much, but you knew Arlecchino was quite an intense person, so it was nothing new to you.
And before you knew it, she had gently carried you to the couch, seating you onto her lap. After all, far be it from Arlecchino to not take proper care of you after putting you through this. Her thumb traced the bruises that now littered your body, and you were wearing your face by the crook of her neck as she ran her fingers through your hair.
You are definitely a sight to behold, and I think you've learned your lesson now, and you found yourself nodding, kind of getting closer to her. She will be doing something about the problem, but right now, you were too distracted to think of that. Meanwhile, Arlecchino was thinking of just what she would do to those people troubling you.
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