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I peered around the room. It was still dark, and the bedroom door was closed, but I could make out enough to tell that I was alone in my own room. For a long moment, I listened for any sound, but there was none.
I could make a run for it.
It felt naughty to even think about it now, especially after he’d threatened to take off his belt again. The whole ordeal had made me feel needier than I’d ever felt in my life. I had been impossibly aroused all day, and now I was finally alone and could actually do something about it.
Tentatively, I pushed my panties down, baring my bottom, and my pussy clenched ridiculously hard. I imagined him bursting through the door with that same darkly seductive expression, catching me touching my pussy while I was under his roof thinking about him. He’d pull down the covers and catch me with my fingers on my needy clit and when he asked me what naughty things I was thinking about, I wouldn’t be able to lie because I’d be too flustered about getting caught. He’d yank me over his lap and pull my panties down the rest of the way.
I closed my eyes, imagining the feel of Cormac’s lap beneath my belly. And his hard cock pressing against my hip.
He’d spank me with his hand, but it wouldn’t end there. He’d use his belt too. My thighs twitched and my bottom arched up, almost like I was presenting it to him, so he’d punish me more firmly. My fingers started working my clit impossibly fast. My core spiraled with passionate need. My heart pounded and my panting became more and more frantic as I started to lose control.
He wouldn’t just spank me this time. He’d finish punishing me by fucking me with that big, hard cock. He’d throw me on my back, ignoring my cries as my burning bottom pressed against the bed. I’d be so wet for him that he wouldn’t even need lube to thrust all the way inside me. He’d fuck me hard and I’d scream his name over and over again as I came all over him.
My entire body went rigid as the first tendrils of my release took hold. As much as I tried, I couldn’t keep quiet, and a soft breathy moan fell off my lips.
“Cormac… Cormac, please… Oh, god, it hurts,Daddy,” I moaned.
In the dark of the room, it felt safe to utter that single word. He wouldn’t hear me, and he wouldn’t ever know how much harder my orgasm got after that word fell off my lips. My thighs trembled and my eyes squeezed shut and I lost myself in the satisfied pleasure of such a wickedly taboo fantasy.
By the time my heart calmed and the frenzied surge of blood in my veins slowed to a more normal pace, a blissful sensation drifted through every inch of my body. Eventually, I reached down and pulled my panties back up into place. My pussy felt tender against the fabric, and I breathed in deep, settling back into the bed. The world was silent other than the constant drumbeat of my heart.
Then a floorboard creaked outside my bedroom door.
Fuck. What if he’d heard? What if he’d heard me call out his name when I’d come and even worse than that, what if he’d heard me call him Daddy?
I stayed perfectly still, trying to listen hard to see if I could pick up any other sounds, but there was nothing.
Maybe it had been a figment of my imagination?
I turned my back to the door and pulled the covers up close to my chin. It took me a little while to fall back asleep, but I did.
I didn’t wake again until morning.
CHAPTER11
Caitlin
Sunlight streamed through the window early that morning. I groaned, knowing it was time to get up and not really wanting to take any part in it. Groggily, I blinked awake, finding myself in a room I didn’t recognize. For a second, I froze, but the events of yesterday slowly came back and I relaxed against the bed. I pushed myself up to my elbows, looking around the room. It was beautifully decorated with varying shades of deep violet, whites, grays, and sparkling silvers. The bed was queen size and there was still tons of room for furniture and everything else. Behind me was a beautiful purple and silver wallpaper feature wall. It looked like something straight out ofHome and Gardenmagazine.
Had he known my favorite color was purple before this or had that just been an unexpected coincidence?
Not wanting to think on it too deeply, I climbed out of bed and padded into the ensuite bathroom. I was delighted to find that it carried the color theme as well. My bare feet walked across warm marble tiles while a heated towel rack held several of the softest purple towels I’d ever touched. There were brand new toiletries laid out on the counter. It was everything a girl could ever need.
From face wash to moisturizer to even the basics like a toothbrush and toothpaste, the bathroom was fully stocked for me. In the midst of my explorations, I found a pile of clothing waiting for me on the counter too. I picked up the sweater from the top of the pile and flinched. While the material was plush and would probably feel good against my skin, the turtleneck style was much more chaste than I liked. It didn’t feel like me, not even in the slightest bit. There was a bra, a pair of panties, along with a pair of dark blue jeans. Altogether, the whole outfit reminded me of some New England preppy college girl, a look that wasn’t really my vibe.
I threw it all back on the counter with absolutely zero intention of wearing it. I turned the shower on and got undressed, catching my reflection in the full-length mirror. Curiously, I looked back over my shoulder at my naked bottom, noticing that his belt had left a few light pink marks behind. Captivated, I traced my fingertip over the marks, finding them still a bit warm and my pussy clenched hard.
Annoyed at both myself and the pile of good girl clothes on the counter, I hopped into the shower and tried to push all thoughts of Cormac out of my head. Instead, I focused on the fact that I was living in luxury rather than taking a shower in a grimy prison bathroom. There was even a rain showerhead. I’d always wanted one of those.
At least you don’t have to worry about dropping the soap.
I snorted to myself. Was that even a problem in prison with female inmates? With a shrug, I shampooed and conditioned my hair, delighted to find some high-quality products waiting for me on the shelf inside the shower. There was a loofah that I used to thoroughly exfoliate my body with the mouthwatering raspberry-scented body wash. By the time I was done, I felt like a million bucks. Taking my time, I stayed under that warm spray far too long and my fingers were practically prune-y by the time I finally shut it off and climbed out of the shower.
I dried my hair with the expensive violet Dyson hair dryer I found under the sink and dressed in my clothes from yesterday. Maybe I could make Cormac take me shopping and I could pick out something that was more my style instead of him or some stranger picking for me.
My stomach growled and I decided my next mission would be to go find food.
When I was finally ready, I went to leave the room. I blushed heavily when I remembered hearing that floorboard in the hallway creak last night but shook it off and turned the doorknob anyway.
