CHAPTER TWO — STEPHANIE
What an asshole. Unbelievable.
I walk downstairs and, without thinking, turn on my vibrator. Fuck him.
I don't lock the door. I'm vaguely conscious of my choice, but don't think too much of it.
I turn my vibrator up to the highest setting, and within thirty seconds, my phone beeps and then starts ringing. I ignore it. I hear thumping steps, and then a loud knocking noise.
My breath speeds up. In my gut, I know what's about to happen.
Bring it on.
I pull off my yoga pants, so I'm just wearing my panties and a thin white tee.
I snake a hand underneath my shirt and underneath my bra, and start touching my left nipple.
I close my eyes and bite my lower lip as I think of him.
I think about him lifting my legs in the air and spanking me like a child.
I'm angry, but turned on. I think about him teasing me for what felt like an eternity, and I feel my legs clench.
I feel myself getting close, and just then, the door to my room bursts open.
My eyes fly open in an instant. I know half a second before opening them what I'm going to see. It's him.
Without saying a word, he walks over to me. He grabs both of my wrists in one of his hands. They're so small that he can hold them both easily.
He pulls my hands above my head. I'm lying on my back on my bed, and he's pinning them above me.
He gets in between my legs and moves my panties to the side.
He sinks two fingers into my cunt, and I hear a loud, wet noise.
It's obvious how wet I am, and I flush. He grabs the vibrator from me and holds it on me.
I squirm, and he uses his knees to pin my legs down.
"Stay still for me," he says.
He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, and the pleasure starts to mount again.
"I want you to look at me when you come, Stephanie," he says.
I shake my head. For some reason, that feels impossible.
"Look at me," he says. "I want you to look at me and know that I'm the one responsible for your orgasm. Look at me and know that I'm in control of your pleasure in this moment. I own your little body, and I'll do whatever I please with it. And that turns you on, doesn't it?"
I'm too embarrassed to say anything.
"Answer me, Stephanie, or I will edge you again."
"Yes," I squeak.
"Good girl," he says.
He slips in a third finger.
"I love how fucking wet you are, and how tight. I can't wait to fuck you."
"Why don't you?"
The words spill out of my mouth before I even register them, but it's something I've been thinking. I weirdly feel self-conscious. Am I not good enough for him?
"Oh, trust me, baby girl," he says. "There's nothing I want more than to pound your sweet little cunt and stretch you out. But not yet. You have to earn that."
I flush.
"But right now, you have earned an orgasm, as long as you can follow my instructions."
I'm not sure exactly why I've earned an orgasm, but I'm not going to ask questions.
"Now look at me, Stephanie, and come. Think about how you're under my roof, following my rules, and I'm using your little body exactly as I want.
This is exactly what you wanted this whole time, isn't it?
Your little blackmail stunt? You were hoping I'd put you over my knee and teach you a lesson for being a bad girl.
Well, now you're getting exactly what you want.
I want to see how much it turns you on to be a bad little slut. Come for me, Stephanie."
He presses the toy closer to my clit, and my body starts shuddering as ripples of pleasure rush through me.
"Good girl," he says.
He keeps pressing it and fingers me faster.
"Come again."
I squirm.
"I'm sensitive," I say.
"Good," he says. "I'm going to hold this here, Stephanie, until you come one more time for me."
It's so out of line, him doing this. But it's hot at the same time.
"That's it. Come for daddy," he says.
The sensitivity starts to fade, and I feel another orgasm build.
"Look at me."
I look into his blue eyes, at his tan skin. I take in his frame towering over me. He leans down, and I feel his chest against mine. He smells like musk, sweat, and firewood. It's a good smell.
I want him to protect me and punish me at the same time. I feel ashamed for wanting these things. All these thoughts swirl together as another orgasm blooms in my body.
"Good girl," he says.
He turns off the toy.
"I have to go, but I'll see you later," he says.
And just like that, he's gone.