“Not you,” I snap, grabbing my jacket. “Enjoy the celebration.”
I brush past him, jaw clenched tight, pulse throbbing.
“Clocking out early? Seriously?” he asks, shocked. But I just keep moving.
My body is raging as I make my way to the elevator. It’s all I can do to keep things together. Today we’re celebrating a massive victory, but that victory can’t hold a candle toher.
And that’s a problem.
It was always my dream to surpass my father. To not be beholden to him and his wealth. And now I’ve done that. I have it all. All the cars, the toys, the women falling at my feet. But I want more.
Joan is an enigma. She doesn’t just give herself over to me. She knows it’s wrong. She thinks it’s a sin.
My knuckles go white as I grip the wheel, blood pulsing to my cock as I drive home. I can’t stop thinking about last night…
The way she cried out like a scared little cat. The way she struggled like she thought she had a chance to fight me off.But most of all, the way she trembled as she received her punishment.
She’ll make another mistake, and I’ll be waiting…
The house is quiet when I enter. I left a hefty list of chores for Joan to do today, but she’s nowhere to be found. It’s only when I go into the laundry room that I find her, folding my shirts.
My lips twist into a smile as I watch. This is it. She blew it.
“You used heat,” I say, startling her. She jumps and spins, her perky tits bouncing beneath her loose shirt. They’re so full. So feminine. What a waste it would be to let her take her vows and seal herself away from society.
From me…
“I-I what?” she stammers, already red in the face.
I reach past her and place my hands on my shirts, feeling the warmth from the dryer. “You used heat. I told you not to. They’re ruined.”
I should be furious. A whole load of finely-tailored shirts, completely destroyed because she couldn’t listen to a simple command.
But I’m not furious. In fact, I’m buzzing, my pulse pounding hard through my veins. Joan made a mistake. And with that mistake comes punishment.
“Shit, I’m sorry—” she replies, hiding her face.
“You also shouldn’t swear, my little nun,” I reply, taking her by the wrist. “You know what happens next.”
We both just stare at each other for a second. I’ve never seen such beauty, such perfection, such untapped potential. Even she doesn’t know what she’s capable of.
But I’m going to show her.
“No, Amon, no!” She yelps as I lead her upstairs. Her bare feet pad on the hardwood floor as we approach the closet.
She’s putting on a good show of protesting, but her tone says what she really wants.
I wrench the closet door open. “Guess you shouldn’t have used heat on my shirts.”
“Amon, I swear, I’ll never do it again!”
I have her wrists tied in an instant. She squirms and squeals, exciting me more, causing my cock to swell and fight against the fly of my pants. Even my belt buckle is straining from the pressure of my lust for her.
Iwillclaim her fully. But not yet.
She’s wearing a loose pair of sweatpants. I grab them by the hem and with one swift pull, tear them off her. I suck in a sharp, unexpected gasp as I stare, my pulse pounding in my neck.
She’s not wearing any panties. And right there between her soft, pale thighs is the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen.
