He says nothing this time, and somehow that’s worse.
‘To find out more about you,’ I finish.
He blinks, and my heart raced as I wait.
‘I made it clear that my bedroom was off-limits,’ he says, at last, his deep voice so low the timbre of it rattles my chest and makes my tummy dip like I’m on a rollercoaster.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper, almost in tears as I feel the anger rolling off him.
He’s fighting something, an internal battle and I’m scared of what sort of conflict is raging inside his head as I hold my breath. Then my heart skips a beat as I watch his eyes flick toward my bare thighs and linger for a moment too long before snapping back.
‘You read my diary?’
I nod, my stomach twisting with guilt. ‘Yes.’
‘What did you read?’ he says. I hesitate to answer, swallowing and looking away, but he snaps again and I jump. ‘What did you read?’
‘I read what you wrote about me,’ I gush. ‘I’m sorry.’
He doesn’t respond, instead for what feels like minutes, he just stares.
‘I told you there would be a consequence, Mackenzie,’ he says calmly as if he’s made a decision about how he’s going to end me. ‘Swift discipline.’
My heart stops and my tummy tingles as a hot and powerful sensation spreads and churns in my gut, rushing up to my chest and down between my thighs as my pussy throbs.
Oh fuck, I think as tiny wisps of breath escape my lips. What does he mean?
‘I- I know,’ I say, nodding imperceptibly as I stutter.
I can barely breathe as he looks up at me again, and neither can he. He’s not looking at me like the nanny of his children his charge - it’s more, and my body tingles with taboo as his expression flickers like a candle between anger and lust.
He’s going to punish me.
He’s going to take his hand to me and discipline me. And then I realise… I want this.
For a moment I’m dumbstruck by how much.
I want him to punish me.
I want him to spank me until I’m dripping wet and sore.
Then I want him to take me and fuck me as hard as he wants until he’s spent.
I whimper.
Fuck.
My lips go dry and I rub my tongue along them, biting down on the bottom corner too hard as I twitch, his eyes glowing wild in the darkness and making my tummy cramp. He’s not speaking because he doesn’t have to. I know what he wants and I want it too, and I know what he’s waiting for.
Ever so slowly I shuffle backwards until my bare feet are off the floor, my smooth calves shimmering in the moonlight and sliding across the sheets. Then I turn away from his raging gaze and rise up on all fours, bent in supplication before him.
Softly quivering, I close my eyes and lower my head until my cheek rests against the bed.
Then I breathe in, reach back, take hold of my panties with my thumbs and ever so slowly… I lower them down.
*
My dick is so hard it feels like stone as I look at her in the darkness, the curve of her sweet little ass shimmering in the light of the moon, the silhouette of her supple body just visible through the sheer material of her nightie.