Unless it comes to you, I add in my mind. But even now, my patience is wearing really fucking thin and my whole body aches with the need to get my hands on her. I need to wait, though, ease her into this. There's no way she'll submit without being prepared properly.
"I'm glad you think so," she adds in a small voice. She finally looks up at me, and her eyes are full of apologies and a very deep need for me to forgive for. I live for that, the sheer desperation she feels and the need for me to say it's all okay. It's going to come in very useful later on. "I really didn't mean to disappoint you earlier, M- Mr. Scott."
"You can call me Mason," I tell her, and she nods, though I can tell she's having a bit of trouble with the informality. "I know you didn't, Cara. I don't have very many rules, but those that I do, I expect you to follow. Is that clear?"
She nods quickly, and I smile.
I don't tell her I knew she'd be late.
I don't tell her I invented the ridiculous rule just so I could fucking punish her. She's a smart girl, she can put two and two together by herself.
"Have you had a look at the grounds?" I ask her, and she nods. "What did you think?"
"Oh, it's beautiful here," she tells me, her voice full of impressions from our beautiful surroundings. I'm not very humble, but even if I were, I'd have to admit my home is stunning. "I love the little orange grove, the pool... And the other parts, too."
I can see an unspoken question in her eyes, but I don't press her for information. It's cute that she thinks she can hide shit from me. I'm going to find out eventually, anyway.
"I'm glad," I tell her with a warm smile.
"I also met-" she starts up, and I cut into her words before she can go on. Fucking hell, I didn't call her in here to fucking listen to her rant on about Luca.
"Your punishment still needs to be taken care of," I tell her simply. A light blush develops on her cheeks and she giggles nervously.
"Oh, I thought..."
"Thought I was kidding?" I ask her gently, then shake my head. "Sadly, no. I believe rules are meant to be followed. Mine aren't too strict, as you'll come to find out." A lie, but she needn't know that. "If you obey me, everything will turn out alright."
"Okay," she says uncertainly. "So, what is my punishment, then?"
I get up from my desk and sit back down in my chair after admiring the view from my window for a short moment. I can feel her nervous gaze on my back, but I don't acknowledge it. Let her worry about what's coming. I bet she thinks I'll tell daddy dearest or some shit.
"I'm a little bit old fashioned, Cara," I tell her simply.
"Okay." Her voice is unsure and shaky, and I love its vulnerability.
"Come here." I motion for her to come closer, and she gets up on trembling legs and walks to my side of the desk. "Closer." She looks unsure, but she follows my directions until she's standing in front of me. She's even more beautiful up close, a pure vision of young beauty and innocence. I can't fucking wait to ruin her.
"Now sit on my lap."
"W-what?" she stutters over her words, her cheeks blushing deeply, but she doesn't take her eyes away from mine. I stare her down, waiting for the multitude of questions that never come. I'm a little surprised, but still unimpressed that she isn't following my clear directions.
"Sit on my lap, Cara," I repeat in a silky smooth voice.
It's up to her to react to my words. If she looks repulsed or refuses, I'll let her go, for now at least. But I've spent a long time observing her, and I think she's fucking excited. I think her little pussy's dripping already, and I think she really fucking wants to do as she is told.
Slowly, she moves her little body into my arms. Her ass comes down on my lap and I groan out loud when her movement causes the smallest bit of friction. My dick has been rocked hard since she walked into my study, but with her sitting on top of me like this, I'm worried I'll embarrass myself and cum inside my pants like a fucking teenager. Cara drapes her arms around my neck and sits there, a vision in her pretty pink dress and her lips lightly parted.
She's more, she's better than I ever thought she would be. She's fucking unbelievable, and the way she followed my directions after only a moment's hesitation makes me want to devour her. I need to own her ass, and I'm not going to stop until I do.
"Good girl," I mutter against her ear, and Cara shivers, her whole body trembling on my lap. She's not letting go, and I need to have my hands on her right the fuck now. I take ahold of her tiny waist, my strong fingers digging into her sides and so desperate to have her bouncing on my cock. I can feel the prim and proper way she tucked her dress under her ass isn't working, and her panties are so damn close to my cock the savage part of me wants to just rich them the fuck off and take her.
"Your behavior is improving," I tell her gently. I tuck a strand of her pretty blonde hair behind her ear and she keeps her eyes downcast, shaking with nerves. "But I still can't let you get away with what you did. You know that, right?"
She looks up at me, and her eyes are filled with betrayal and embarrassment. Good. I need to break those two emotions into pieces until there's nothing left but yearning. That's the n
ext step, after all.
"Yes," she replies in a soft voice, and my cock throbs so hard against my thigh I swear she can feel it. Her eyes finally go up to mine again and she blinks once, twice, three times. Her thick lashes rim her eyes prettily and her mouth is still parted, as if she's expecting me to kiss her. Too bad the truth of what's going to happen is far from that.
In one swift moment, I put her over my lap. She inhales sharply, but she doesn't make another sound as she lays sprawled across my knee. "What happens to bad girls, Cara?" I ask her hoarsely, and she squirms in my arms. I put a hand firmly on the small of her back and hold her the hell down.
"I... Please." Her voice is weak and we both know what she's asking for.
"Bad girls get hurt," I tell her simply. "And I believe in physical punishment, because I think you'll love it as much as you'll fucking hate it." I know she'll love the pain, but the embarrassment of being put over my knee like this is going to have her blushing for the rest of the week. She doesn't say a single word, but she gasps softly when I pull her dress up.
I swear I nearly cum in my trousers when I see her ass. I'd been saving it, the view of her bottom soon to be marked by my lashes. But she's fucking perfect, creamy, soft skin and a bubble butt I could've only dreamed of. She's wearing a tiny thong, a scrap of lingerie that pisses me off. I would've expected her to wear something more modest, but then again, I should've known she's a little slut on the inside.
"What's this?" I growl in her ear, my fingers going under the fabric of the thong and making her mewl softly. "That's what you wear for a meeting with Daddy's friend, Cara?"
"Oh god," she breathes, her gasps slow and heavy now. She's stopped struggling to get off my lap, but she's burning the fuck up, her skin hot and heating up even more. "I... I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, Sir," I correct her, and I can feel the tension making her body go rigid in my arms.