13. Ethan
The girl is sitting at the kitchen counter, her back turned to me as I enter the room. Warm candlelight silhouettes her body. The only sound is the scrape of cutlery against crockery.
I stop beside her, my cock throbbing at the sound of her moan as she takes another bite of apple pie. Her clothes keep changing. One minute she’s wearing the maid’s outfit, the next she’s in her coat…with nothing beneath, judging from the creamy flesh peeking out between her lapels.
“It’s good, isn’t it?”
She looks up at me, and for the first time since she’s arrived at Glenmont, smiles. “I love apple pie.”
“More than key lime?” I tuck a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.
“Definitely.” Her eyes sparkle.
“Don’t stop,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, declining. “Myles said I have to watch my weight.”
Her words send an unpleasant shock through me. Is it true, then? Did Balmont send Olivia?
“You’re gorgeous just the way you are,” I tell her, cupping her face in my palm. “Here, have some more.”
I scoop a piece of pie into the fork. She studies me for a moment and then smiles before opening her mouth. I feed her, entranced by her plump, pink little lips as she chews.
There’s a crumb on her lower lip. I use my thumb to trap it and slide it inside her mouth. Her tongue moves languidly against my finger as if she’s tasting me, warm and wet.
I rumble out in pleasure, my other hand gripping the back of her neck.
“I’m still hungry,” she says, the words muffled around my thumb.
“How about I fill you up?”
I slide my fingers under her chin, gripping her lower jaw and using that touch to guide her onto her feet. Her big green eyes study me intently as I slowly force her down to her knees in front of me.
She opens her mouth, but I tug her lower jaw down even wider, stretching her lips. My thumb slides over her warm, wet tongue, pressing it down, creating even more space.
“Make room, my little fuck toy.”
My cock throbs in my hand as I stroke it, the head less than an inch from her perfect mouth. I groan and slide my hips forward, aiming for her lips.
A harsh sound drags me out of the dream. I reluctantly open my eyes, blinking as I adjust to the dark.
What the hell woke me up?
There’s a dark shape near my desk, and it only takes a second for me to recognize Olivia standing behind my chair.
Blood pumps through my veins like lava—hot, thick, and as infernal as the dark thoughts filling my mind.
None of them are logical, reasonable, or rational.
I blame the dream. My cock is still rock hard, a carnal ache spreading the longer I stare at the girl.
She’s so small. But far from meek.
In my dream, she’d gone willingly to her knees. In real life, I’d have to force her down.
Even groggy, I’m pissed off that she’s here, and absolutely livid that she interrupted my dream. I was so close to feeling her warm, wet mouth around my cock…
I reach absently for the pair of pants I’d been wearing earlier today, like I’m in some kind of fugue state, as I slide the belt free. I switch on my bedside lamp, making the shadows flee to the corners of the room.
All I can think about is disciplining this girl who thinks she can come into my house and scowl at me the whole day, completely disregard every fucking rule I lay down, and still have the nerve to sneak into my bedroom.
What the fuck is she doing here?
My chest tightens, and my cock fights to be free of the towel I tied around my waist.
Was she paying me a visit? Is it possible I interrupted her before she crawled into my bed?
But when I ask her, she denies it.
Makes up some excuse about leaving in the middle of the night.
As if I’d believe her.
Her odd behavior makes so much more sense now. She’s been defying me since the moment we met—on purpose. To get a rise out of me, and in more ways than one.
Myles’s a fucking bastard. Of course he’d send a girl like her to make me rethink all my plans. What he couldn’t have figured is that I’m still dead set on leaving my old life behind.
But first…I have this girl to deal with.
My new little toy. A young thing like her, she can’t have had much experience. The first thing I’m going to teach her is what happens when she disobeys me.
Her eyes drop to the belt when I fold it in half and close my fingers around the buckle. The metal warms fast, before I’ve made it halfway across the master suite.
She tries to back up, but my desk is in her way.
If she’d made a run for the door, she’d be gone.
But she just stands there, waiting.
The blanket she’s wearing like a shawl slips from one shoulder. She’s wearing a fucking nightie, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Purple satin hemmed with delicate black lace. Her nipple pokes against the fabric, but it can’t be from the cold. This room is warm, the heat from the fire still trapped inside.
I almost laugh, but then she might break character too. Honestly, it feels fucking amazing playing the role of Master again. It’s been a long time.
“What are you doing?” she breathes, her eyes darting from my hand to my eyes, then back again.
My lips curl into a cruel smile. “Teaching you your first lesson, toy.”