AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She drained the rest of the water out of her bottle, licking her lips, and took a deep breath. “I’m staying. I mean, I’d like to stay—if you’ll let me.” It was insane to actually agree to this, but some of what he’d said aroused her so deeply she was either losing her mind, or she was discovering deep, twisted, forbidden needs within herself that she had no idea existed. More important than all of that though, she’d be here—with him.
She’d be with Uncle Max.
He drummed his fingers upon the table with a force that suggested irritation or exasperation. Probably both. “I’m giving you one last chance, Kelsey. From this moment forward, if you decide to stay, then you will do everything you’re told to do. Do you understand me?”
“I… I understand, Uncle Max.” She smiled a little at the quirk of irritation curving his lip at her use of the forbidden moniker.
Somehow, his reaction helped to ease the tension inside her ever so slightly.
He stood up then, tapping the table with a single finger. “You’ll have an inspection once a day, at least. After you have one today, we’re going to go over your rules. You’re going to have several—and likely a lot more as the summer goes on. So, be ready for that.”
“Max?” Her heart was pounding hard, her mouth suddenly dry. “I’m… I’m a little scared.”
Fingers trailing along the smooth surface of the table, he strolled down to her end, looming over her. “It’s okay.” He touched her face, caressing the point of her chin with his fingertips. “I like you a little scared. But you’ll be just fine. I’ll make sure of it.”
“What… do I do?” Her voice trembled almost as much as her body did.
He gave her a smile of both warmth and dark promise. “All you have to do… is obey.”
Chapter 17
He truly expected her to run screaming when she learned what life at Foster Canyon Ranches was really like. Perhaps she just didn’t believe him? But he was about to disabuse her of that notion.
“Take your clothes off, Kelsey.” He made no move to help her, or to force her; at this stage it was vitally important that she cooperate, that she do all of this of her own free will.
Even so, part of him wanted her to resist. He wanted to prove to her that as soon as she gave the word, there was no going back—at least for the summer.
At that moment, he resolved silently to himself to not think beyond the end of the summer, to enjoy this for whatever it might be.
Haltingly, she rose, sliding her chair out and straightening. “Do you want me to… do it right here?”
He tipped his chin toward the living room in front of the couch. “In there is fine. The light’s better in there anyway. We’ll get a better look at you there.”
He expected her to protest at his callous words. Instead, her gaze really dropped to the floor, and she moved quickly to the indicated spot. Her fingers trembled as they twisted the neckline of her top. It was a sky-blue sleeveless shirt, made of a material he assumed was cotton. It was soft and clingy, and did yeoman’s work at emphasizing the pleasing shape and weight of her breasts. But she was about to learn that clothing was going to be one of the things she would not be wearing very often, at least not while she was in his house.
Finally, she seemed to gin up the courage to obey, drawing the shirt up and over her head. She was wearing a bra, plain white with lace along the edges. Frankly, he was surprised she had. In the time that he’d known her she spent a distressingly large amount of time with her boobs bouncing and swinging around, braless under her tops. It was as if she had not a care in the world about how she looked, or about how many men likely lusted over her. Perhaps it was the misguided carelessness of a young woman. Or maybe it was something more?
What are you getting at, dude?
The skirt she wore was denim, faded and tight, and she drew the zipper down along her hip, until the skirt fell at her feet. Her high heels were strappy, a tan color that looked quite attractive against her sun-kissed skin, her legs gleaming with what looked like oil, or perhaps lotion. The footwear was rather slutty, especially considering she’d just come off an airplane, but he had some idea that for a girl of Kelsey’s demeanor and personality, looking good was probably more important than being comfortable. Most of the time, anyway.
She was now in just panties and bra, and the panties looked quite familiar. “Are those the same panties you wore when you snapped that picture on your phone? The picture that was accidentally sent to me?”
Her smile was mischievous, even though her lower lip trembled ever so slightly. “Maybe… would you want them to be?”
Interesting.
Slipping the straps of her bra, she held the cups to her breasts as she crouched down, her fingers working at the straps of her heels.
“No. Leave them on. Stand up straight.”
Her teeth worrying her upper lip, she dropped the bra to the floor, rising to her full height, a blush suffusing her cheeks.
He walked over to her until he stood directly in front of her, a mere two feet away. “Put your hands behind your back. Shoulders straight, straighter. You’ll display yourself correctly when presenting for inspection.” He dragged a fingernail over the waistband at the front of her panties, and she seemed to shudder at his touch.
Very interesting. She’s actually nervous.
“Aren’t you missing something, Kelsey? Get these off. When you present for inspection, you’re to be naked as the day you were born. I’m making an exception for your heels today, because I happen to like how they look on you. They make you look like a little whore. Is that what you are, Kelsey?”
