Chapter 71

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 he maintain eye contact? Or give me orders? Did he want to prove to me that he had a hold over me, whether I realized it or not? Whether I wanted it or not?

But I had wanted it. I could lie to the world, but not myself. I had wanted everything he’d given me, and I wanted more.

I paced back and forth through my bedroom, absolutely furious with myself and with him and with everyone I ever met who had helped bring me into this moment.

But Archer is just so goddamn hot. It truly isn’t fair. It’s like he and his brothers had won some kind of genetic lottery. And with moves like he had, no wonder he could convince these women to do whatever they wanted.

Archer had very nearly convinced me to get off just watching him.

I was absolutely disgusted with myself. I felt like some kind of horny dog at Archer’s beck and call.

Jump. Sit. Stay. Fucking touch yourself.

I covered my face with my hands. How miserable was my life?

But then Archer came in the room behind me. He wasn’t done with me, apparently.

Which leads me to now, with my hand on Archer’s frankly massive dick and Archer looking down at me, a dangerous promise in his eyes.

By now, at least, I have recovered at least some of my faculties. Enough to snap back at him a bit and show my teeth.

“I don’t think much of your punishments. In fact, if I may say so, your sense of justice is particularly fucked up.”

He tilts his head like he doesn’t believe me. It makes me want to lash out further.

I don’t know what you think you were trying to prove with that whole display but I –”

Before I even finish talking, Archer reaches up and puts two fingers straight into my mouth. I should bite him. I certainly think about it. But when he pushes down on my tongue just right, it makes my mind a little fuzzy around the edges.

That’s been happening a lot tonight.

Worse, I moan around his fingers. My hand is still on his dick, I feel it twitch with interest at my sounds. I hate myself and my entire life but Gods, I still want more of this.

“You belong to me, Chloe, and you should accept your punishment.” Archer’s voice is so low and sexy, I want to moan again. I hold it back, but with Archer’s fingers in my mouth, I can’t hide it completely. It comes out a whimper.

“You’ve seen what I can do,” he continues, as if encouraged. “Don’t you want to try it for yourself? Don’t you want me to spank your ass, so you can be a good girl for Daddy?”

Never in my life would I have thought I’d be into spanking or Daddy-kink. Yet here I am, squeezing my legs together at the mere mention of it.

He releases his hold from my wrist. He smirks when my brain is so addled that I don’t immediately move my hand. When I realize, I lift it up. There’s nowhere to put it, so it finds its way onto his bare chest. His skin is hot and damp with sweat. I moan again.

Archer’s free hand wraps around my waist, where he grabs hard at my ass.

“A few sharp slaps and I’d have you begging. Begging to stop, begging for more. You wouldn’t know. You’d be totally at my mercy. But if you take those slaps, if you are my good girl, then you leave yourself open for rewards, and I know you’ll like those.”

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 be touched, to be tasted just like he’s promising.

All my other thoughts have turned off. My brain has totally checked out.

All I know is my desire for this man and the things he is saying. I don’t understand why I want so badly, only that I do.

I want to surrender to him. I want him to give me everything just to see if I can take it, and then give me more.

I can do it. I can be a good girl.

I’m desperate. My body is moving on its own, grinding my ass back into his waiting palm.

“You want that, huh?”

I whine and whimper.

“You want to be Daddy’s good little slut?”

I wish he’d touch me. I need the friction.

I nod. I’ll be whatever he wants me to be if it gets his hands more fully on me.

But then, suddenly, he stops. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and removes his hand from my ass.

Confusion stings deep into my soul, as my brain struggles to come back online. What just happened? Why did he stop? What did I do wrong?

He must read my questions on my face.

“You think you get to cum? You’re being punished.”

“But –-”

“You don’t deserve it. You haven’t been a good girl, and only good girls get to feel the pleasure of my touch.”

Thoughts come back in, one after the next. They are muddled at first. I feel like I’m wadding through waist-high water in the fog.

“But you are still hard,” I say. Shouldn’t that make a difference to him? Most boys back home would do anything to get their rocks off. Why is Archer so different?

“You think you deserve my cum?” He huffs out a sharp disbelieving laugh. “You haven’t fucking earned that. Not by far. I’d rather take myself in hand than waste an orgasm on you.”

He starts to back away. I’m so confused.

“But –”

“Are you going to beg, Nanny?” Archer asks with one lifted brow. “Are you that desperate for my dick?”

He’s goading me, the bastard, but it’s working. I’m coming back to myself now, enough to be disgusted and embarrassed. Humiliated really. I had been begging for his dick just a moment ago.

Gag me.

“Fuck you, Archer,” I snap. “I don’t need you.”

“Oh yeah? Good luck thinking of anyone else while you get yourself off.” He turns toward the door and walks straight through. He doesn’t close it behind him. He doesn’t look back at all.

He just saunters off with his hard-on like the smug asshole that he is.

I wonder if that woman is still waiting in his bed. Irrationally, it makes me furious that he would go back to her when I have been right here, willing.

I hate Archer so much I can’t even think. It’s his fault that I’m like this, that I’m interested in such weird things all the sudden. I shouldn’t want anyone to spank me. I shouldn’t want to call anyone Daddy.

But I do on both counts, and so much more.

Growling at my own weakness, I drag myself into the bathroom and stick my hand down my pants. Gods know, if I try to masturbate in my bedroom, he’d likely reappear just to shout, aha!

In the safety of my bathroom, I could rub myself in peace. Well, in outward peace, anyway. Inwardly, my thoughts are in torment.

I dream of Archer holding me down and fucking me as hard as he fucked that woman.

I come faster than I ever have before.

That fucking asshole can never know.