"Master, why are you still so disobedient? Isn't punishment enough?" Isri's voice pierced into his ears like glass shattering, and Cecil bit his lower lip tightly to resist the trembling on his body.

The lips that were so tense and white were bloodshot from the bite of the teeth, and the marks between the teeth wanted to squeeze the blood out directly.

Isri frowned slightly as he looked at the people below him. His young master really liked to walk on his bottom line.

In the next second, Isri freed up a hand and pinched Cehir's cheeks firmly until Cehir couldn't bear the pain and the teeth moved away from his lips.

"Master, did I tell you that you can't bite your lips?" Isri's voice turned cold again.

The side of Cecil's face was pinched in pain, his teeth were grinding against the tenderest flesh in his mouth, and within a few seconds, physiological tears came out of his eyes.

Seeing that Cehir was not subconsciously biting his lip, Isri relaxed the strength in his hand, and stretched out his thumb to gently caress Cehir's lower lip.

The white and trembling lips were rubbed bright red by the fingers through the glove, as if fresh blood had dripped on them.

Isri's breathing intensified a bit, and the desire in his eyes was unreservedly displayed in front of Cehir.

Cecil had never seen such Isri before, with wild jackal-like eyes, as if he was staring at his prey, ready to eat and wipe it clean at any time.

"Isri, let go of me."

Cecil put down his customary command tone, and tried to speak in a calm voice.

How could Esri in Desire hear these words, pulled the entangled wrist and knocked him against the headboard of the bed, and the ankles were connected to the wrist, forcing Cehir's legs to be separated by an arc.

Isri tightly locked the chain in the middle of Cehir's wrist with one hand, and put his whole body close to Cehir's ear, but master and servant have a share, and Isri's tone was still respectful.

"Master, I think it's better for you not to talk now." Isri took a breath, and opened his mouth again as if he wanted to suppress his body's urge: "If I can't help it, things will be very difficult. "

Cecil trembled all over, couldn't help it?What can't help it?All thoughts flooded into his head in an instant, and the pain in his wrist was ignored for a moment.

"Young master is really obedient." Seeing that Cehir was not moving, Yisli let him go and untied the chain on his wrist.

His wrist was already rubbed red. If it had been in the past, Isri would have taken out the medicine box immediately, but this time, Isri only had the iron chain in his eyes.

The iron chain was locked on a special anchor, which extended from the foot of the bed, and it seemed that it was born to fix the iron chain.

Cecil didn't dare to move, Esri's shackles and chains, and the things that could be fixed at the foot of the bed.

Since when did he prepare everything?

Cecil didn't dare to think about it.



"Master, go to bed early, I'll be here tomorrow morning." Isri leaned slightly and saluted.

When the Cecil door was closed, the amber light pupil hidden in the night was even more frightening, and desire surged in his eyes like a raging sea wave.

At least for now, he can't sully his god.

Isri warned himself.

After a long while, he exhaled and walked slowly back to his room, rubbing his chest.

It was only when he sat on the bed that Isri dared to pant loudly. He could feel the wound on his chest had been opened, and that hot current was constantly gushing out.

Those bastards!Hatred flashed in Isri's eyes, but it was fleeting, but in the end, it's best if the young master is fine.

Isri gently took off his coat, the shirt inside was almost soaked in blood.

In the process of treating the wound, Isri remembered the disgusting thing written on the white letter paper.

"Be my servant, I will let you enjoy the endless wealth of the West Asian continent, otherwise your young master will be hunted down by me, sleepless, don't think I can't, I believe you must know my methods." - Ringer. "

Disgusting stuff!Isri tore off the gauze stuck to the wound, and finally couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

On the constantly rising and falling chest, bright red blood was continuously falling down, and the gauze had to be wrapped several times before the wound that was still bleeding was blocked.

It is cold winter now, and Isri is lying on the bed with his upper body naked, the sweat on his forehead is still fine, and the sting of the wound is enough to keep him awake all night.

Only the appearance of Cecil in his head can relieve him a bit, but his young master is too disobedient, and he can always try his best to discipline him.



Sober all night like this, just before dawn outside, Isri had already put on his clothes, there was no sign of any injuries on his body, even the blood-soaked gauze from last night disappeared without a trace no trace.

Isri prepared breakfast and hot towels before pushing Cehir's room away again.

Cecil was still sleeping soundly, with his clean and white ankles exposed, and the bright silver iron rings on them were like angels imprisoning God, lying quietly in the golden cage that had been arranged.

Isri raised the corners of his lips slightly, stepped forward and pulled up the quilt to cover the protruding ankle.

With the sudden movement, Cecil woke up instantly, the iron chain rattled as he was pulled, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the person who came in, his pupils trembling slightly.

"Young master had a nightmare?" Isri was very familiar with Cehir's movements.

When he was a child, Cecil would be startled by himself every time he had his worst nightmare, and then he would cry in his arms crying.

It's a pity that I can't see it now.

When Cecil saw Isri, he breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his breath again, grabbed the quilt in his hand and asked, "What are you doing here?".

Isri laughed at Cecil's question, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's time to get up, master."

Cehir moved his body, and when he felt the iron chains on his feet, he seemed to look at Isri angrily.

"Do you think it's necessary for me to get up now?" Then he lifted the quilt, revealing the iron ring on his feet.

Isri still didn't change his expression, his voice was flat, and Cehir's words didn't cause splashes on the calm lake.

"The young master can move, it doesn't affect your movements."

Cecil finally compromised with Isri, got up and climbed to the side of the bed and covered his face with a hot towel.

It was then that Isri could see clearly that last night, because he was too hard, Cecil's face was pinched with lavender marks.

Once again, there was only a flash of pity in Yisri's heart, but what was more suppressed by Yisri was the rushing animal desire.

Those slender ankles were bound by huge chains, and his god was imprisoned by himself.

"Master, you are beautiful today." Isri did not hide the desire in his eyes, and stared straight into Cecil's eyes.

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