That night, I sit up late, waiting with trepidation for Archer to arrive and deliver his promised punishment. All of my emotions buzz under my skin: nervousness, excitement, a tiny fear that I’ll hate whatever he does, a bigger fear that I will enjoy it. I keep the baby monitor on nearby, but so f
The woman is a mumbling, moaning mess. I can barely discern her words beyond, “Daddy, please. Daddy, more. So good. You’re so good.” She’s saying it over and over on repeat, splintered now and then by a sharper wail or a moan so loud her voice breaks. I freeze in the doorway, overwhelmed by what I
Archer When Archer made his threat of punishment to Chloe, he fully intended to see it through. In the moment, he considered all kinds of devious and sexy ways to bring Chloe to the edge of satisfaction and keep her there, edged, until such a time he deemed she could find release. However, when
He staves off his organism but it’s only just. When he trusts himself to open his eyes again, he looks at the doorway. But Chloe is gone. “Goddamn it.” Archer pulls himself out of the woman, who collapses with bliss on the bed. He rips off the condom and throws it in the trash. “I didn’t tell you,
When I escaped back to my room, I couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. Or what Archer’s demanding and sexy presence had almost made me do! I almost touched myself to Archer fucking some other bitch. What the hell is wrong with me? Had I hit my head? This had to be my punishment. Why else would h
Please, I mean to say. It comes out garbled. But he smirks like he knows. “Good girls get their pussies eaten. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My mouth between your legs. I’m good with my tongue. I can make you scream just by lapping at your clit.” I make another noise, louder. My clit aches to b
When I wake up the next morning, my brain has finally decided to actually process and interpret information. For a few bliss-filled seconds, I am at peace. Then I remember all the shit I did the night before. How utterly humiliating. I decide that I hate Archer with the entirety of my being. At
For a brief moment, I think of sending him away like the brothers want me to do. But then I scoff at myself. Tide is my friend, and no matter what they might say, the Hayes boys have no right to dictate who I speak with. Still, I almost change my mind again when Tide speaks. “I need to borrow mo