“So, my little pet,” I breathe in her ear. “Disobeying my orders, are you? What should I do with you?”
She doesn’t answer, but I feel her trembling harder in my arms.
I slide a finger down her cheek, tucking back a lock of hair.“You’ve been getting off far too easy. That’s going to change.”
Her eyes widen.
“But first, we’re going to play a little game.”
She looks up at me in nervous anticipation.
“Hide-and-seek,” I add, my finger slipping down to her neck. “Think you can beat me?”
“I… I don’t know,” she answers quietly, as though she’s giving it serious thought. “I’ve never played.”
I lift an eyebrow, unable to hide my surprise. “You’ve never played hide-and-seek? I thought all little kids played those games.”
“I’ve never played,” she repeats.
“What, hide-and-seek? Or games, period?”
Her silence confirms it’s the latter.
I pause, wondering what kind of life she’s led. It would take about five minutes to find out, but I can’t bring myself to order it of Vincent. I’m already in too deep. If I have to add pity to the mix…
No pity, not now, not ever. She’s going to get what’s coming to her.
Still, I squeeze her close, crushing her to me so hard she gasps in pain. She’s mine, for the rest of her life. And I’m going to take good care of her.
Well, I don’t know if the plans I have for her would be qualified as good care by any sane person. But I didn’t get to where I am today thanks to an overabundance of sanity.
She may never have played games before, but she’s going to start now. And not little kid games.Mykind of games.
I lean in and whisper darkly, “Hide-and-seek. You hide and I seek. I’m going to count to ten, and if I find you… I punish you.”
I smile as she shivers in my arms. Then she stammers, “What if… what if you don’t find me?”
My smile widens.
“Oh, I will.”
I breathe her in once more before pushing her off of me. Then I turn to the wall and start to count.
One… two… three…
I chuckle inwardly when I hear her frantic footsteps. She’s actually taking it seriously. I really must frighten her.
Four… five… six…
I hear her feet pad very lightly on the ground. She crosses the living room, and there’s the light sound of sliding glass doors.
She’s on the balcony. She’s actually on the balcony. What is she trying to achieve? Does shewantme to punish her? Does danger get her off?
I can picture her, her eyes darting around in terror, trying to find a hiding spot. But there aren’t any. Only potted plants, courtesy of Everest’s horticulture interests.
Seven… eight… nine… ten.
“Ready or not, here I come!” I threaten in a singsong voice, my cock already swollen in my boxers.
