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It seems I got it everywhere, and it’s already drying by the time I walk away from him.

After a hot shower I wrap a towel around me and revel in the punishment I’ve decided on for my cheeky little raven who thinks she can test my limits.

I dress head to toe in black, including the black mask that covers everything but my eyes.

I flick the roll of duct tape in my hand while I walk towards her bedroom, still whistling the same tune.

This is what I’ve really been looking forward to. I wouldn’t say these words to her - but she knows I’m thrilled she decided to stop being such a good girl for me. My cock can’t wait to see the glimmer of fear in her beautiful green eyes.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Misha

Irush straight up to my room after he dismisses me and tells me to wait for him.

A wide grin stretches from ear to ear making my cheeks ache. In all honesty, I can’t believe I did that. It’s such a gorgeous car, but I didn’t do too much damage. And Vincent will probably have it fixed within the week. It took me a little while to pluck up the courage. I just knew I had to do something especially naughty to catch his attention in the way I wanted to grab it.

Rich people play rich games. That’s what I’m learning the longer I spend time around him.

The lingerie I chose for my punishment,beforecrashing the car, is spread out on my bed waiting for me. I hurry to put it on before he arrives. With its complicated straps I get tangled and panicked, hoping he doesn’t walk in while I’ve got one foot twisted through the suspenders and I’m sitting on the floor with my legs in the air. I’ve never worn something so complicated before.

With one eye on the door, I get dressed as quickly as I can. Excitement pulsing through me.

The thought of what he might do to me has my body burning wildly. My pussy is throbbing and impatient to feel him insideme. Black lace against my skin is only fueling the fire of my imagination.

The look on his face was transparent.

The thrill in his eyes, relieved for the chancenotto tell me I’ve been a good girl.

I giggle as I clip my black suspender belt onto the edge of lace around my thigh at the top of the stockings. Done.Finally. Gosh, I’m out of breath from all that wiggling, or maybe from the anticipation.

Glancing in the mirror I do a little twirl to check everything looks perfect. It does. This lingerie has a bit of a BDSM vibe to it. It’s all straps and buckles in between the lace. And I’ve braided my hair in a tight, neat French plait down my back so it’s out of the way for our games.

Everything is perfect.

Damn I look good. I arch my back and admire how the lingerie hugs against my ass. Imagining how turned on Vincent will be when he sees me makes me even more horny than before.

Positioning myself carefully, I sit on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs elegantly, waiting for him to walk in.

I muse over the fact that I haven’t done a day’s work since I started ‘working’ for him and yet he’s been paying me weekly into my bank account. And on top of that I haven’t needed to touch it because he’s been spoiling me non-stop.

Time drifts forward and I keep shifting, becoming annoyed and impatient. Is he even coming? Is this like last time - where the punishment is no punishment at all?

It can’t be. I saw the way he looked at me.

My body complains because of the very poised position I’m in, my back arched and my shoulders back. It’s not as comfortable as I am pretending to be and slowly, I give up waiting, deciding to lie on the bed instead, still positioned in a sexy way in case he walks in. But when the sky behind mestarts turning orange through the wide windows of my bedroom and finally goes purple and then black - I fall asleep. Angry and disappointed. Maybe I should have rolled the damn car.

Falling asleep angry is not a good idea.

The nightmares start almost as soon as I drift away from the world.

A tall man, with a solid, wide build is standing over my mother and me. He seems bigger than any man I’ve ever met. The vision of nightmares distorted and unreal. I can’t make out his face because he’s standing in darkness. Squinting at him I try to figure out who he is.

We are sitting on a cold cement floor, coated with dirt and dust. My legs are aching because we haven’t been allowed to move around at all.

My mother is crying, and it breaks my heart to see her so terrified. She’s already been through so much in her life. She doesn’t deserve this.

My hands are bound behind my back and it’s the only reason I’m not holding her in my arms to comfort her.

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