Alice:Yes, Sir.
I mean, I tried. I feel a twinge of guilt for lying.
There’s a long pause before his reply comes.
Dane:We’ll see about that. Lying has consequences.
My stomach flips at his words. How does he know?
Before I can dwell on it too much, I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Is it Leo? I glance at the clock and realize it’s been almost two hours since breakfast—I’ve been lost in my thoughts and didn’t notice how much time had passed.
Dane appears in the doorway of the studio, his eyes dark. Oh shit, he was texting me from downstairs?
“Come with me,” he says simply, and I follow him without question.
He leads me to the kitchen, where he pulls out the trash to show me the oatmeal I tossed out. Dane raises an eyebrow at me. “You said you finished your breakfast.”
I swallow hard. “I’m sorry, Sir. I...I lied.”
Dane nods slowly. “Yes, you did. It would have been fine if you hadn’t finished breakfast if you weren’t hungry, but it’s not okay to lie. Do you know what happens to girls who lie?”
“They get punished,” I whisper.
“That’s right,” Dane says. “But first, you’re going to eat something since you didn’t finish breakfast and now it’s almost lunchtime.”
I nod, and he fixes me a turkey sandwich on wheat bread.
“Now eat every last bite, and then we’ll deal with your punishment.”
I can feel the wetness growing between my legs as I take a bite. Why do I love being controlled like this? I’ve got a sexy, older guy making sure I eat properly, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Dane watches as I eat, his gaze never leaving me. When I finally finish, he takes the plate and sets it in the sink. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now, come here.”
I stand before him, thrumming. Dane cups my face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. “I’m going to edge you,” he says softly. “And you’re not going to come unless I say you can. Understood?”
I nod, my breath catching in my throat. Dane leads me to the living room, sitting on the couch and pulling me onto his lap.I’m only wearing a long nightshirt and panties, and his hands slide under the nightshirt to pull and tease my nipples. When he finally slips a hand between my legs and under my panties, I moan as pleasure swirls in my core.
“Such a needy little thing,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding through my folds.
He works his fingers into my pussy slowly, building the pleasure with maddening patience, while he brushes his thumb against my clit. Every time I get close to the edge, he pauses his movements. I grip his shoulders and grind against his hand, trying to get him to finger fuck me harder.
“Please,” I whimper after what feels like hours. “Please, I need to come.”
“No,” Dane says, his voice maddeningly calm. “This is your punishment for lying to me.”
He continues his torturous finger fucking, bringing me to the brink over and over again. By the time he finally pulls his fingers out of my pussy, I’m a quivering mess, and I’m covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Oh, thank god, he’s going to fuck me now.
“There,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Your punishment is not coming.”
I mewl out in distress. Whaaaat? Oh. My. God. Lust sizzles my brain, and I can’t think.
He pulls on my nipple and pinches it until I cry out again, and he chuckles. “I think you’ve learned your lesson. Remember, honesty is always the best policy. Now tell me what you did while I was gone, since it wasn’t eating.”
Ugh, time to admit I’m a failure. “I tried to paint. But I didn’t know where to start. It’s just been so long…”
He tilts his head and says, “What are you afraid of?”
Ouch, that’s direct. I open my mouth to deflect with a joke, but he’s watching me patiently, and the glib answer dies in my throat.
