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Francesca
And then—before I even knew it—he was whisking me out of the kitchen and down a hall I'd never been before.A moment later, we stood in front of two large doors.After he pulled me inside, we headed toward a large desk.This must be his office.It smelled of his cedary musk cologne.“Oh, you're going to bend me over your desk, Stefan?That's original,” I said in my best snarky tone.
A loud laugh burst out of him.He glanced at me.“You wish it was only my desk,” he said cryptically.Once at the desk, he wrenched open the top drawer and snatched a large skeleton key from inside.It had a red ribbon tied through the top of it.He slammed the drawer shut and walked us back out.
We trekked down the endless hallways in silence.Stefan was so focused on something—probably my behind—that he seemed like a man on a mission.
A mission to spank me.
Whatever.
I'd bend over.
He'd cop a feel and smack my behind a few times.If that was how this guy got his jollies—then so be it.Deep down, I knew Stefan would never hurt me.He'd called the doctor twice for me.There was no way this man was about to do anything stupid.
So, he had some kinks.
Lots of people did.
He obviously had some kind of deal going on with feeding me.I didn't mind that, though.Not at all.I'd never had anyone besides my granny care if I ate or not.It was nice to have someone do that for me.And yes, maybe I got off on it, too, a little bit.Mostly because I could tell how much he enjoyed it.Or, like he said—needed it.
What felt like miles later—we walked into a living room of sorts.It surprised me a bit because the furniture in here was so different from the rest of the house.There were a few sectionals along the walls.And they were big and comfy-looking.There were also a few large, square ottomans scattered here and there.
Ah.So, this was where Stefan was going to spank me.I mean—it looked cozy and comfortable.I wouldn't half mind bending over his lap and—
But he didn't stop walking.He pulled me to an intricately carved wooden door.Whoever made it must've spent a billion hours on it.I let my fingers skim over the carefully crafted design.I hadn't noticed the lock in the door until Stefan shoved the key inside the black iron lock.
It turned with a loud click.
And then he turned the large, black iron doorknob and opened the door.
A red glow greeted us as he pulled me into a small stairwell.A small, winding, spiral staircase led down to—somewhere.
I stopped moving, and grasped the iron handrail and held on.“Where are you taking me?”I asked, for the first time, wondering if I was going to end up on a serial killer news exclusive.
And then I laughed internally.Because who would even report me missing?
No one.
Stefan didn't answer.He just turned his head and frowned.
“Are you taking me to a dungeon or something?”
He let out a small, amused laugh.His eyes raked up and down my body.“Or something.”Then he tugged on my hand and made me walk in front of him.
And stupidly—I did.
Down.
Down.
And.
Down the winding stairs.My head began to spin and grow dizzy.Thankfully, we got to the bottom before I got nauseous.When I looked up—I had to grab the railing even tighter.“What is this place?”I asked unnecessarily.
Because at just one glance—anyone would know exactly what this was.
