Turning her face, she looked at him in disbelief, finding Ian watching her back with a wider smile on his lips. "I'm sorry, but let me tell you that was not completely my fault," Ian saw how she looked left and right as if searching for a place to run while knowing that she was cornered. He pulled her waist, bringing her closer and his lips settled on the tip of her right ear, "You asked for it."

"I didn't!" Elise frowned to him. She did asked Ian, but she didn't request for Ian to show her his punishment. But at the same time, she wondered if this was what he meant by punishment the entire time. Her thinking was suddenly blown when his fingers caressed the part of her skin that he had slapped. "Don't touch there, i-it stings," complained Elise with her eyes closed.

"I like how you speak with a cry, sweetheart but don't lie, I know I barely did anything that could make your skin sting or change your pale skin to red with just the light touch. Have you learnt your lesson now Elise? Don't provoke me by asking what punishment I will give to you again. You are naive so you don't know what you did us just riling me," His eyes trailed on her exposed bottom which was reflected on the mirror as her body had turned for her back to face the mirror.

Ian watched the way her toes curled and how her legs squeezed together as if wanting to hide the view from him. He knew that it was wrong to spank her, but at the same time, it hard for him to resist landing his hand there on the full pale bottom.

There was something in Elise that bring out the protective side Ian never knew he had before. But she didn't only evoke that side of him. When Ian saw her helpless expression under his embrace, his mean side lurked out, and it made him to want to see her squirm in both pain and pleasure.

At the moment, Ian did felt sorry for spanking her bottom, but more than that he felt satisfied and while trailing his finger on her spine, he wanted to land his palm on her bottom a few more times before giving her the reward she needed for enduring the pain.

Elise, on the other side, didn't actually felt pain when his hand whipped her bottom. It didn't feel hurt, and even if it did, the pain was quickly shifted to a tingle of pleasure when Ian's finger gently caressed there.

Still flustered, Elise stuttered to explain, "I-I wasn't trying to provoke you. I was genuinely curious what punishment," speaking about it again made her want to find the nearest hole to hide to, and quickly she said, "We are going to be late. Can you help me with the corset?"

"Okay, we can't be late after all the preparation we did," Ian pulled himself from her shoulders and Elise met his eyes before quickly showing her back. He noticed how Elise folded her hand on her back as if wanting to hide her bottom which had him to chuckle.

Elise felt him begin to pull the laces of her corset tightly, trying not to speak, she felt each pull of his hand tug her body from behind. Once the corset had been secured to a tie, Elise saw Ian being gentlemanly enough to turn his back. Taking the chance, she quickly wore her petticoat to cover her legs before wearing her stockings which later she realized that she had worn her clothes in the opposite order.

"Don't be too hurry, sweetheart, are you alright?" Ian decided to ask her after pulling himself together, "My apologies if your bottom hurts. You know it's hard to keep my hands to myself when I haven't seen you enough. Take it slow, I will not do that again unless you ask me for it."

A little hasty with her reply, Elise nodded but shook her head, "It didn't hurt me too much, but I will not ask you to do it ever again." Just thinking of how he had hit her, was enough to have a rush of adrenaline wash over her. Elise didn't think she would want to be subjected to the spank again.

"If you say so," Ian whispered in a sing song voice. Taking the dress from the box, he then passed it over her who was sitting in the small rounded couch placed beside the standing mirror with his back still facing her. "But no one can tell the future, my love. In the past I never think I would be spending my life with a person I love, but here we are. You can never be too sure that you wouldn't ask for it, so don't cross the thought hastily."

Elise saw his broad back, watching how the black shirt he wore seemed stretched to show how toned his muscles were, "Did you not believe in love?" she asked.

"Barely," Ian said with a honest tone, opening up to what he felt in the past before he fell for her. "I thought love was stupid and that humans often drawn love like it was something amazing when it was all but an illusion. But all Demons thought the same. Love is fleeting and you know the rule of the nature— the strongest will always pray on the week. Some times having a person you love could be your weakness and I just never thought I would be able to find a person I would love."

Elise pulled the sleeve of the dress to cover her shoulder, while putting her ears to his words tentatively. "I thought the same like you before. I also thought that I won't be able to find anyone I would love," whispered Elise, "But that changed now?"

"Yes and all is because of you in a very positive way," Ian turned his back to look at her, as if he was able to see that she had worn the gown, and he looked at her to say, "After meeting you, all my thought about love was changed one hundred eighty. But that's not all you did," Ian took her small hands before placing it to his chest and she felt the soft heartbeat that reverberating underneath her fingertips. "You make my heart beat like it could never before and I'm thrilled to experience this with you."