My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 101: Punishment Unveiled

Chapter 101: Punishment Unveiled

Naomi’s body refused to move, frozen in shock. Her breath caught in her throat as heat rushed to her cheeks, the sheer nightwear clinging to her like a second skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly unprepared for this moment. For a fleeting second, she thought she was dreaming—this couldn’t be real.

But it was.

After a few moments, she snapped out of her stupor, her body jolting into action. Turning sharply, she made a beeline for the bathroom, desperate to grab something to cover herself. Anything.

However, her steps faltered as her gaze landed on Zylan, leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe. His tall, imposing frame seemed to fill the space entirely, his presence overpowering. The faint smirk on his lips made her heart skip.

"No, Eaglet," he said smoothly, his voice calm but firm. "This is the perfect dress for your punishment."

Her stomach twisted at his words. Perfect dress? Punishment? Panic mixed with confusion in her chest.

"Can I at least dress properly?" she murmured, her voice barely audible. If Zylan intended to punish her, the least she could do was ensure she was dressed well.

Zylan’s dark gaze met hers, his expression unreadable. He stepped forward, and before she could react, his arms enveloped her, lifting her effortlessly.

"Wait!" Naomi protested, crossing her arms over her chest in a feeble attempt to shield herself. The bright light in the room made her feel like she was under a spotlight, every inch of her laid bare.

Zylan didn’t stop. His grip was firm yet gentle, his movements deliberate as he carried her to the bed. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the sound filling her ears as he laid her down carefully, his gaze never leaving her face.

She tried to sit up, but his large hand pressed gently against her shoulder, keeping her in place. "Stay still, Eaglet," he murmured.

Naomi’s breath hitched as his eyes roamed over her body. She felt the intensity of his stare, lingering on the sheer fabric that barely concealed her curves. It was too much. Her hands darted to cover herself, but Zylan caught them in one swift motion.

"Don’t," he said softly, yet the command in his voice was unmistakable. His grip on her wrists was firm but not painful, and he held them in place as he leaned closer. "You’re gorgeous, Naomi... utterly stunning."

Her cheeks flushed deeper at his words, the sultry tone of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. She tried to avert her gaze, but his piercing eyes held her captive.

"Zylan, this isn’t..." she began, but the words faltered as a soft knock echoed from the door.

Zylan straightened, releasing her hands. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he turned toward the door. "Perfect timing," he said, chuckling under his breath.

Her mind flashed back to the punishments her parents used to give her. They were never kind—days like "No Maid Day," when she was forced to clean the massive family house alone until she was utterly exhausted. The thought of it made her stomach churn. Was Zylan going to make her do something similar? But then she reminded herself—Zylan wasn’t her parents. He was different. Totally different from them.

The door closed softly as Zylan returned, a small box in his hand. Naomi sat up slightly, frowning as she tried to make sense of what was happening.

"This isn’t fair!" she burst out, her frustration overriding her embarrassment. "Why are you punishing me for being excited? Who wouldn’t be happy about getting a pet?"

Zylan stopped at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. His smirk deepened, and Naomi’s heart skipped a beat again.

"You’re wrong, Eaglet," he said, his tone calm and deliberate. "This isn’t about the pet. It’s about you forgetting your husband..." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "...and getting too excited without me. I should be the only one to excite you."

Naomi’s breath caught at his words. Her heart raced as his gaze bore into hers, filled with an intensity that left her breathless. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Zylan chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the room. Setting the small box on the bedside table, he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming.

"Damn, Eaglet," he murmured, his eyes trailing down her body. "I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already wet."

Her cheeks burned, the heat spreading down her neck. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but her body betrayed her.

She wanted him, only him

Zylan moved to sit beside her, his movements slow and deliberate. His hand reached out, brushing against the sheer fabric of her nightwear, and he pushed it up to her tummy with ease.

Naomi gasped, her hands instinctively darting to cover herself, but Zylan caught her wrists again, holding them gently but firmly. "Don’t Darling," he whispered his voice a mixture of command and reassurance.

Her breath hitched as his piercing gaze swept over her bare skin. Vulnerability coursed through her, making her acutely aware of every inch of her exposed body.

"Nnghh," she moaned softly, the sound escaping before she could stop it. Her eyes widened in horror, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified.

Zylan’s low laugh echoed in the room. "You’re even more adorable than I thought," he teased, his lips curving into a smirk.

His hand rested on her inner thigh, the heat of his palm searing through her skin. Slowly, deliberately, he began to move, his touch sending jolts of electricity through her body.

"Z-Zylan, ... this isn’t...a punishment ahhh" Naomi stammered, her voice trembling as she moaned.

"This isn’t punishment?" he interrupted, his tone teasing. His fingers brushed against her sensitive core, drawing a gasp from her lips. "Not yet, baby. Don’t be so quick—this is just the beginning."

Her heart pounded as she tried to process his words. The sensations coursing through her were overwhelming, leaving her breathless and confused.

Zylan withdrew his hand, raising it to his lips. Naomi watched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as he slowly licked his palm, his gaze locked on hers. The deliberate motion sent another wave of heat through her.

"Now," he said, his voice calm and measured, "time for the real punishment."

Naomi froze as he reached for the small box on the bedside table. Her eyes widened in anticipation, her mind racing with possibilities. What was inside?

Zylan opened the box with deliberate precision, revealing a piece of cloth shaped like a long square. He held it up, his expression unreadable.

"Your hands, baby," he said, his voice soft but commanding.

Naomi hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to resist. But something in his gaze—calm, confident, yet tender—made her comply. Slowly, she raised her hands, allowing him to take her wrists.

He worked quickly, tying her wrists together with the cloth. The knot was firm—not too tight, but secure enough to keep her in place. Naomi’s chest heaved as she looked up at him, searching his face for answers.

Zylan’s smirk returned, and a glint of mischief danced in his eyes.

Shraaa!

The sudden sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room. Naomi gasped as she realized he had ripped her nightwear, tossing the pieces aside without a second thought. Now, she was completely bare, the bright light emphasizing every inch of her exposed skin.

Her body trembled with pleasure under his intense gaze, her vulnerability consuming her.

His hand moved down, returning to her center. Just as before, his palm pressed gently against her, the warmth of his touch sending shockwaves through her. Naomi’s breath hitched, her lips parting as she tried to steady herself.

The pressure increased, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he were savoring every second. Naomi’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back as a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Ahhhh..."

"Look at me, Eaglet," he spoke. She managed to meet his gaze, pure pleasure in her eyes. She could see the same reflected in his.

Zylan’s touch grew more insistent, his pace quickening as her body responded to him. The sensations were overwhelming, building in intensity until they were almost too much to bear.

"Ahhhhggg!" she cried out, her eyes meeting his.

Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "More..."

But just as the words left her lips, Zylan stopped abruptly.

Naomi’s eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her hands, still tied above her head, left her powerless as he spread her legs wider. She could feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned closer, his thumb brushing lightly against her sensitive clit.

The teasing touch sent a jolt through her, and she gasped, her body arching involuntarily.

"Ahhhh... Zylan, more!" she cried again, her voice a desperate whisper.

But once more, he stopped.

Naomi stared at him in disbelief, her body trembling with need. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that this was the punishment. He was pushing her to the edge, only to pull back before she could find relief.

Zylan’s smirk deepened, his dark eyes locking with hers.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive promise.

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