CHAPTER FIVE — STEPHANIE
He walks towards me, his eyes drinking me in.
"Don't think your cute little schoolgirl outfit is going to get you out of trouble," he says. "Do you have any idea how many rules you've broken, Stephanie?"
He tilts my chin up to look at him. I feel my entire body quiver. I shake my head.
"Guess," he says.
I think to myself: Well, there was the noise, obviously, with the vibrator, and then there's the vaping.
"Two?" I ask.
"Higher," he says.
"Oh, fuck. Three?"
"Yes," he says. "Noise, vaping, and lying to my face about it thirty seconds ago. Now tell me what the first one was, Stephanie."
He looks at me, smiling.
"Oh, fuck. I mean, we both know what it was. That's not necessary," I say.
"I think it's very necessary," he says.
His hand trails down from my chin, all the way down my neck, stopping at my clavicle.
"Tell me, Stephanie. Tell me what you did."
"Um, I was kind of loud a few nights ago," I say.
He raises his eyebrows.
"That's putting it lightly."
"Sorry," I say.
"Tell me what you were doing that required you to be using a power tool at 2:00 a.m. Better yet, why don't you show me?"
Oh God, my stomach flips again.
"We both know what you did, Stephanie," he says. "But I want you to look me in the eye and say it."
"I used a vibrator," I mumble.
"By yourself, or with someone else?"
"Someone else."
For some reason, having to admit this to him feels so humiliating, especially when it's not like I did anything wrong. I mean, besides making a huge amount of noise at 2:00 a.m. I'm allowed to sleep with other people, so why should I be embarrassed by that?
"I'm allowed to sleep with other people," I say, crossing my arms.
"Who said you weren't?" he asks.
"So you don't care?" I say.
"Yes, Stephanie, I care when I'm woken up at 2:00 a.m. by you and your extracurricular activities. So the very least you can do for me is show me exactly what caused so much noise. Maybe we can come up with an alternative solution."
I look at him. What the hell is he talking about?
"You have ten seconds to get it, or this is about to get much worse."
Fuck.
I scramble to my toy box and pull out the vibrator. I look at him.
"I said show me."
I plug it in and lie on the bed. He continues looking at me, and I turn it on. I put it under my skirt, against my panties.
"How many times did you orgasm, Stephanie?" he asks.
Before I can think about what to say, I just blurt out the truth.
"Four."
"Perfect," he says. "As your punishment, then, you're going to orgasm five times."
I look at him, confused. I don't get how that's a punishment.
"Why is that?"
"Because I haven't said what else you'll be doing while you orgasm," he says. "But the first one's free. Go on. Show me."
I turn red.
"I want to see you come," he says.
The toy buzzes against me, and pleasure mounts through my body. I close my eyes for a half second.
"Open," he says.
I open them.
"Good girl," he says. "Enjoy this, because the next four won't be this enjoyable."
Nervousness runs through me. My cunt clenches. I'm nervous about what he has in mind, but it kind of turns me on, too. What is he planning to do?
He leans over and kisses me. I sink into him as his hand wraps around mine, pressing the vibrator closer.
"Come for me, Stephanie. Come for daddy."
His hand wraps around my neck, and I shatter, pleasure shooting through me. He holds the toy there for a few more seconds, then lets go.
"Okay," he says. "Now on to the fun part."