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“I won’t,” she answered, her tone only a touch haughty now.
For a while, I drove in silence, the weight of our conversation lingering on my conscience. She still seemed a bit pouty and defiant, but less so than before, which made me feel a little better too.
I started to feel really fucking warm.
“I’m going to take you home and you’re going to get some sleep. Tonight, you and I will go out to dinner together. I want to hear about how your year is going and what your plans are for the next,” my voice was still firm, but with a hint of warmth now.
“You’d want that after everything that happened?”
“I would. I could use some good company after that long flight,” I offered, and she looked guiltily down at her lap.
She really did need a spanking, the kind of spanking that made pretty little tears drip down her cheeks while she begged to be a very good girl and take your co…
No. Stop right there. You can’t have her like that.
Gritting my teeth once more, I turned forward and stared at the road. We were closing in on her grandmother’s house, a small two-story home that had been in the family for more than fifty years. I pulled into the driveway and sighed, happy to see that it at least looked to be very well cared for.
The house stood proudly at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, its exterior clad in weathered bricks. A well-maintained front yard, dotted with traditional flora like rhododendrons and azaleas, hinted at a gardener’s touch. The porch, adorned with a wooden rocking chair and a hanging basket of vibrant petunias, added a touch of rustic to the home.
“Do you take care of the flowers?” I asked, nodding towards the blossoms that ornamented the front yard. I didn’t remember any bills coming across my desk for a gardener, so I was curious.
Maci smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. “Yeah, they’ve always been Grandma’s thing, and I picked it up from her. There’s something about tending to plants that just soothes the soul, you know?”
There was a sparkle in her eye that caught my attention. The way her face lit up as she spoke was adorable.
She was really quite beautiful.
I slowly nodded. “Tell me, what’s your favorite flower?”
She paused, contemplating the question with a thoughtful expression. “I’d have to say sunflowers. They’re so vibrant and uplifting. I remember Grandma used to grow them in the backyard when I was a kid.”
“Sunflowers are a really good choice. They brighten up any space,” I remarked, my face softening a bit. Immediately, I was reminded of her age, her young joy written all over her face, which made my sordid thoughts that much worse.
She’s nineteen. You’re twice her age.
“Yeah, exactly. And they’re sturdy too, resilient even when the weather gets tough. Kind of like people,” she added with a smile. The genuine passion she had for caring for the gardens shone through, and I found myself holding on to the edge of every word as if I wanted to get to know her better.
I didn’t know what to make of it, so I pushed it far away. I didn’t want to get to know her better. I couldn’t. My life was too dangerous for her, and every part of me knew it.
Every part of me except for my cock.
“I can see that,” I replied thoughtfully. I glanced at the house and so did she. The time had come for us to part, and strangely, I sort of didn’t want her to go.
“Thank you again for taking care of things for me,” she offered quietly, the earlier defiance in her tone melting away.
“You’re welcome, Maci. Now go get some rest, and I’ll be here to pick you up at six o-clock. Dress nicely,” I replied.
“Okay.” She blushed and hopped out of the car. I watched her stride up to the house with far too much interest. Her jeans were too tight, cupping her young round butt far too well for my liking.
I should follow her inside. I should show her what happens to naughty girls who need…
No. You can’t. You won’t.
She fumbled with her keys at the door for a moment as though she was a little bit nervous before she got the right one and turned it in the lock. There was a wistful expression on her face as she opened the door and looked over her shoulder, and for a moment, our eyes connected.
And for a fraction of a second, my heart stopped.
Desire, forbidden yet undeniable, surged through me. I shouldn’t want her. Yet in that stolen moment, I found myself drawn to her in a way that defied explanation. In that moment, the lines between us blurred.
