Aurora's POV
The loud buzzing of the music coming from the speakers made me go wild, and I screamed while moving my body in sync with the music. Partying was my favorite thing, especially when there were a lot of drinks.“Look over there, Austin has been looking at you,” Sophie called out to get my attention, pointing at Austin, the popular playboy, but I scoffed and shook my head.“He isn't my type, Sophie,” I sighed and continued dancing. In fact, no man was my type apart from a certain someone. His thoughts flooded my mind, but I groaned and wiped them away. What was the need for wishing for someone you can never have, huh?“Everyone freeze!” Suddenly, the music stopped, and I frowned, wondering what was happening.“Everyone stay where you are; no one is allowed to move,” a man dressed in a police uniform commanded, and I rolled my eyes.Over my years of clubbing, I had become used to scenes like this when the police would raid a party tracking down people with drugs.I noticed two other people in uniform searching our bags, and I sighed, sitting on the high stool, going through my phone to keep myself busy because I knew they would take a lot of time.“Who owns this bag?” I lifted my gaze from my phone and frowned when I realized a police officer was holding my bag.“That is mine; is there a problem?” I asked nonchalantly.I was done with clubbing this night. These people have ruined my already sour mood.“Yes, young lady, we found a pack of cocaine in your bag. Do you mind explaining?” the officer asked, and I frowned.“Excuse me?” I got down from the stool and walked to where the officers stood.“You found what?” I asked, shocked.“Cocaine, young lady,” he showed the pack of cocaine to me, and I frowned.“That is not mine; I don't do drugs. How did that get into my bag?” I protested.“Young lady, you will explain that when you get to the station, but right now, you have to come with us,” the officer demanded, but I shook my head in disapproval.“I'm not going anywhere with you; I must call my father.” I brought out my phone to dial my father's number, but an officer snatched it away.Before I knew it, they were placing handcuffs on me and reading me my rights. I couldn't believe what was happening. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of it all. How could I be arrested for something I didn't do?As they escorted me out of the club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. The music still thumped in the background, but it sounded distant and muffled, as if coming from another world. My friends watched in shock as I was led away, their faces blurring with confusion and concern.I was led into a police car, the cold metal of the seat sending shivers down my spine. The officer started the engine and drove off. Throughout the drive to the station, I couldn't make sense of what was happening. I might be a wayward child; I loved clubbing and drinking, but I had never taken drugs. It was against my upbringing.Tears formed in my eyes, but I wouldn't let them fall. I'm a strong girl and wouldn't want such a thing to break me down.Moments later, we arrived at the police station, and I was ushered out of the van. As we walked into the station, I could fell their inquisitive gazes on me, and I felt so awkward and ashamed. I was led to sit behind the counter, and the handcuffs were taken off my wrists. An officer sat before me with a stern look on his face.“Why don't we make this easy for the both of us, huh? You tell me where you got those stuff from, and I can see what I can do to reduce your punishment,” he offered, but I scoffed and glared at him.“I told you I don't do drugs; I don't know how that got into my bag,” I yelled, and the officer frowned, clearly not a fan of my attitude.“It seems you want us to do it the hard way, huh?” He threatened, but I looked away. Thankfully, I saw Father coming through the front door.Seeing him made me feel at ease; at least I was sure of leaving anytime soon.Father walked over to the counter; he glared at me for a moment, and I turned scarlet and looked down. He looked away and turned to ask for the officer in charge of my case.He was directed to an officer, and the officer who was interrogating me kept asking silly questions, but I didn't respond. I just remained mute until he eventually got tired and left me alone. It didn't take long before Father came out of the office while shaking hands with the higher rank officer.“She is free to leave,” the officer in charge announced, and I got up. Without saying a word to me, Father began walking away, and I trailed after him awkwardly.Getting inside Dad's car, his driver started the engine, and we drove out of the station. An awkward silence filled the air, and I couldn't take it, so I decided to speak.“Those drugs aren't mine.”“Really?” Father scoffed in anger. “There's no need to lie about it; no one is here, the police aren't here.”“So you don't believe me, Father? You believe I'm into drugs?” I asked, feeling heartbroken and hurt.“I have made the worst mistake of my life, letting you live your life freely. I have spoiled you beyond repair, and look at what you have turned into. You now do drugs!” He flared with anger.Each word stabbed at my heart like a knife.“Tell me, who gave you those drugs? Tell me your supplier, tell me!” He yelled, and I flared up.“There is no one. There is fucking no one!” I yelled back at Father, and a slap landed on my cheek.My eyes widened in disbelief. Father had slapped me for the very first time. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of pain, anger, and betrayal.“I thought I raised you well, but it seems I was wrong all along,” he muttered in a disappointed tone before he turned to look out the window.A tear dropped on my cheek, but I wiped it off and stared out the window, watching the world pass by in a blur, feeling utterly alone and misunderstood.Eventually, we arrived home, and I stepped out of the car and ran into my room. As I entered my room, the weight of the evening crashed down on me like a tidal wave. I collapsed onto my bed, feeling the tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.The betrayal from the false accusation, the disappointment in my father's eyes, and the realization that even those closest to me didn't believe in my innocence: it all felt like too much to bear. I buried my face in my hands, trying to make sense of it all.How did those drugs get into my bag? Who could have put them in and called the police? These questions buzzed in my head, and I knew I had to get answers to them.After a while, I was feeling thirsty, so I decided to go downstairs to get a bottle of water, but on reaching the stairs, I overheard a familiar voice speaking with Father.Of course, I knew who it was — even in my sleep, I could easily recognize his deep, husky voice that commands power and dominance.It made me shiver every time.It was Sir Frederick, my Godfather.“So where is she?” He asked, sounding displeased by the news Dad had shared with him.I bit my lip anxiously as I took in his disappointment. For some reason, I didn't like that he was displeased with me.“In her room. I should have done better in training her. I have spoiled her so much that she is now involved in drugs,” I overheard Father complain.Sir Frederick was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Maybe you should cut down her monthly allowance, don't let her leave the house often, and keep some men to watch her every move,” he suggested to Father, and I frowned.What kind of advice was that? How could he even bring such a silly suggestion?I noticed Father was quiet for a moment before he spoke. “I have a better idea…” Father paused, and my curiosity piqued as I wondered what his better idea was.“Why don't Aurora come stay with you, and you discipline her yourself?” Father suggested, and my eyes widened.Hell no!Aurora’s POVHell no!I murmured to myself. There was no way I was going to live with him. How was I going to do that? Over the years, I haven’t been able to stand his gaze, let alone be in his presence, for more than five minutes. Then how was I going to live with him? That was impossible; there was no way I would stay with him.I noticed Sir Frederick was silent for a moment, probably thinking about what Father had said, which he didn’t have to. He should have just rejected it without giving it a thought.I overheard Sir Frederick sigh. “I would have loved to help, but you know me. I'm always busy and out of the country. I can't even look after myself, so how do I look after a nineteen-year-old?”He knows my age. He remembers my age!I frowned. Why was he addressing me by my age? I didn't like the idea of him addressing me by it.“But you can try, Frederick. It doesn't matter if you are around or not. I just feel she will be tamed under your roof. Please think about it,” Father plea
Aurora's POVI stared at him, shocked and dumbfounded, not wanting to believe what he had just said.“If I were you, I would start preparing. Your thirty minutes have already begun,” he stated firmly, and I frowned.“Excuse me?”“I was just about to do that.” He turned and left, while I watched him, dumbfounded and shocked.This cannot be happening. I can’t let it happen. I dashed out of my room and took the stairs to the living room, where I met Father seated with Sir Frederick.“Father, what is the meaning of this?” I asked, burning with rage inside of me.“Is that supposed to be your good morning?” Father raised a brow, and I clenched my fists.“I'm not going anywhere with you,” I stated firmly, looking towards Sir Frederick.“That is not for you to decide, Aurora. You are leaving, and that’s final.”“No, Father, you can’t toss me around. I have the right to my freedom. I'm nineteen and have the right to make my own decisions!” I yelled at Father, who wanted to get up, but sir Fred
Lord Frederick's POVI watched as Aurora fumed with anger, staring at the paper in her hand. Her anger-filled face was so amusing that I had to stifle a laugh, not wanting to appear ridiculous. She glared at the paper for a moment before looking up at me with disbelief in her eyes.“Must be home before 9 p.m.,” she gritted her teeth, and I nodded. “That's correct,” I confirmed.“That is ridiculous! What am I? A thirteen-year-old girl?” she spat with rage, and I shrugged. “That is my rule, Aurora, and you will have to abide by it,” I stated firmly. She clenched the paper in her hand, glaring at me with anger in her eyes. Staring into her eyes, I realized my little girl had changed so much; those once innocent, alluring sea-blue eyes of hers now looked different. It was as if I were staring at a different person.She sighed and looked back at the paper. I saw her read the next line, and she frowned. “No visitors are allowed,” she glanced at me. “That is correct,” I nodded, and saw her f
Aurora’s POVI felt my knees getting weak, and I had to sit back on the bed while reflecting on what just happened. I couldn’t believe it; I was spanked by my godfather like a six-year-old kid. But why do I suddenly feel a burning heat between my thighs? Why can I feel my nipples hardening in my bra? Why do I feel wet down there?“Fuck!” I groaned and lifted my dress. Slowly, I moved my fingers to my underwear, shifted it, and trailed my fingers toward my pussy, only to realize that I was soaking wet! I got turned on by a spank from my godfather.Swallowing in discomfort, I undressed and went into the shower. A sudden rush of heat enveloped my entire body, and I needed to cool it down.Standing in the cold shower, a sigh of relief left my lips. The coldness of the water hit my body, helping to quench the heat I had felt earlier. Closing my eyes and trailing my fingers on my body, I thought of him. I imagined what it would feel like to have his hands roaming my body. I wondered how it
Aurora's POVArriving at school, I met Sophie, and we decided to sit in the garden. After settling down, Sophie looked at me with a curious expression. “So, how is it living with your godfather?” she asked, and I sighed. “Hell,” I murmured, and Sophie scoffed. “Really?” She raised a suspicious glance at me, piquing my curiosity.“Why the look?” I asked.She scoffed. “I have been your friend for over five years, Aurora. Do you think I'm blind not to know you have a crush on your godfather? Come on, girl, I can see it written all over you,” she accused, and a hard gulp went down my throat.“What? You think I didn’t know?” She chuckled and shook her head. “Come on, girl, I see how you stare at him. You vividly undress him with your eyes,” she said, exaggerating. “I noticed the way you talk about him, and although you act like you don’t like him, I could see how often you blush whenever he was around. Girl, not only do you have a crush on that man, but you are in love with him, which is w
Lord Frederick’s POVI could see her silhouette as she tried to make her way upstairs. She didn’t even notice me sitting in the dark until I spoke.“Shit!” I overheard her curse under her breath as she turned around, and this time, she sported my shadow and looked in my direction.“You…” she paused.“Light on.” I instructed, and the lights were all switched on.My gaze interlocked with hers, and she looked stunned to see me, more like she had seen a ghost.“You are back.” She shuttered with trembling lips. I could see how frightened she looked.“What says the time?” I repeated my exact question, my tone low but filled with anger. I watched how she looked at the wall clock and swallowed nervously before she looked back at me. “I didn’t know it was this late.” She mumbled, which got me to flare up as I instantly got up, but she did the unexpected by turning around and running up the stairs, and I didn’t wait a second to follow her. I ran after her, and just as she was about to open her
Lord Frederick’s POV I groaned inwardly as I stared at her ass. The urge to smack it with my hands consumed my entire being, but I inhaled deeply and composed my urge. Moving closer, I stared at her and noticed her eyes were shut as she waited for me to begin the punishments. “You will be spanked twenty times, and while you count, you will have to make a promise that you will be a good girl. Is that understood?” She hesitated before nodding. “Use your word.” “Yes.” She murmured, and I groaned. “Yes, what?” I demanded. She knew the right word to use. “Yes, Godfather.” I nodded and placed my right palm on her ass. Gosh, it was so soft and squeezable; I wondered how she had grown into such a sexy girl right before me. The urge to squeeze those asses of her was alarming me, but I held back myself and spanked her ass instead. “One!” She sighed. “And?” I questioned. “I will be a good girl godfather.” She murmured, and I nodded. I landed another spank on her ass and watched her ass
Lord Frederick’s POVAs I watched her leave, An uncomfortable feeling hit my chest, but I ignored it and continued eating. Realizing I had lost my appetite, I decided to leave the table.Entering my sex room, I met Casandra seated on the bed. When she saw me walking in, she smiled at me and got up on her feet.“You seem so desperate to see me; were you missing me that much?” She teased, but I only groaned and sat in the armchair. “Undress!” I demanded. With a smirk playing on her face, she slowly undressed and was left with her matching set of white undies. I glared at her half-naked body. I didn't desire to have sex with her, but I knew I was left with no choice. If I want to get Aurora out of my head, then I have to fuck Casandra so hard that everything that turns me on about Aurora will be deleted from my memory.“What else should I do, my lord?” She spoke in her usual submissive voice, and I groaned. “Come to me on your knees.”Obediently, she fell on her knees and crawled to me.