“You have blackberry stains on your shirt. And a flower in your hair. It makes it hard to take you seriously.”
I reach up and she’s right. I free the white blossom and throw it on the ground. I look back up just in time to see her throw the viney crown at me. I catch it, then channel my rage and rip it apart while holding eye contact with her.
She giggles. She looks even more deranged like this. Like a little doll someone took out of a glass case and played with too hard.
My dick swells. St. James promised me a reward, and I told him I wanted her. She’s going to be my little doll, my little plaything. I’m going to take care of her, keep her safe. And in return, I get to be the one who plays with her too hard.
Our marriage will just be another level of ownership over her. And she knows it. That’s why she ran.
But… she’s not running now. No, she’s waiting for me to make my next move.
She’s curious. A bored little kitten who’s desperate for attention. I’ll only have to dangle a bit of string in front of her, and she’ll lunge for it.
I’ve read her file. I know her father pulled her out of school when she was only ten and has been homeschooled ever since. She’s been sheltered, shut away far too long with only plants to talk to. No friends, which means… no boyfriends or girlfriends. No holding hands, no kisses. No third base.
I’ve never bothered with virgins before. She’ll be my first. And I get to be the one to break her in.
First, I have to earn my reward. Keep her in line. Once I do that, she’s all mine.
The sun’s about to set. It’s time.
“What’s the matter, Curly? Are you giving up?”
“My name is Kaiser.”
“What’s that? Mo? Larry?”
I shake my head, and she grins.
I say nothing, letting the moment stretch. After a minute, her knee begins to jiggle.
“Why are you taking so long?” she whines. Bored little brat.
“I’m wondering how I will punish you.”
“Punish me?” Her mouth falls open. She’s not mad at the idea. She’s panting.
“Mmmm.” I keep my voice low. “Should I tie you up? Feed you your meals by hand?”
I pause, but she’s silent, transfixed.
“There’s a special massage oil my brothers swear by. It has something in it, something that makes it hurt. An herb. Cinnamon?”
“That’s a spice. Cayenne?”
“That’s it. I’ll rub it on your ass and wait until it begins to burn. Then I’ll tip you over my lap and spank you.”
Her breath shudders out of her.
“Or maybe we’ll work up to that. I don’t want to take you too deep, too fast.”
She looks disappointed.
“Or do I? I could put pure peppermint oil on your nipples and play with some ice. I could punish you for hours. Take breaks to tease you to the edge. I’d have to gag you.”
She licks her lips slowly.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? That’s the trouble. You’ll like all this too much. And if you like it, then it’s not punishment.”
