Page 161 of Indecent Obsession
She smirks and lifts her skirt to show me her bare hip. I would have preferred her ass or pussy, but she followed at least one rule.
“Take your coffee and drink it in the corner.” I point to the corner beside the kitchen. Her smirk fades. “Face the wall and consider what your rules are and how you are going to work to abide by them in the future.”
Her eyes narrow. I can see the fire of defiance light in her eyes. I almost want her to fight me on this.
“Did you have a count for me?” I ask.
Her lips press together. Yeah, I didn’t think so.
“If you don’t take your punishment like a good girl with your nice cup of coffee, I will bind you to a chair with a ball gag in your mouth and force you to sit in the corner.” I arch an eyebrow, wondering if she’ll test me. Part of me really looks forward to her testing me. I might even take a picture of her bound up so prettily.
She chews on her lip before taking her mug. “Sorry, sir.”
She goes to the corner and sips. Her brown dress hugs her hips and ass and flares out at her knees. Her back is slender with her red hair falling in waves down it. Honestly, it’s not a bad view in the morning. Not quite as good as her naked and bent over the table, but still very nice.
Finn comes out of his room and glances at Sara with a frown. “We need to discuss these punishments of yours. This one lacks creativity.”
I shrug, starting a new pot of coffee. I heat the pan for breakfast. “She won’t learn if she always has a good time.”
“I’m thinking the coffee was more of a motivator than behaving.” Drew settles into a chair. “What’s for breakfast, fuck buddy?”
“Not your servant.” I give him a look before returning to Sara’s omelet. Sara doesn’t speak. How long will she stay there before she talks? And how will I punish her when she does?
Technically, I didn’t tell her she couldn’t speak, but I did tell her to contemplate and to do that she needs to focus.
Dante walks in the front door and takes his shoes off. He chuckles when he sees Sara in the corner. “Did she fail to report or fail to count?”
“Both.” I add the veggies to the butter in the pan. They sizzle and fill the air with their scent.
Dante nods. “This might be a more effective punishment.”
Sara turns to glare at Dante, but he just chuckles and heads into his room to shower. When our gazes collide, her eyes widen and she returns her stare to the corner.
Drew stands and moves toward the counter.
“I thought you were going to come in and fuck her last night.” Drew grabs a mug from the open shelf and pours himself a cup of coffee. He leans against the counter next to me but his attention is on Finn.
Finn shrugs. “Figured you deserved a night to yourself.”
I laugh. “We’ve had to lock him out on our nights.”
“I need practice making our girl come without waking her up.” Finn smirks as he drinks. Sara squirms in the corner. “We have a lot of time to make up for.”
“I agree. For the record, I don’t have an issue sharing or watching.” Drew glances my way. His gaze lands on the omelet. “You’re seriously only going to make one of those for yourself.”
“No. I’m making one for me and one for trouble.” I meet his eyes. “I don’t cook for other people.”
“Well, I’m a horrible cook.” Drew walks over to the table and pulls out his phone. “I’m going to put in an order. Anyone want anything?”
“There’s toast. Surely, you can’t screw that up.” Finn looks delighted in this knowledge.
I plate our omelets and bring them to the table. “You can eat at the table, trouble, but your time-out isn’t over yet.”
Sighing, Sara comes over, dropping gracefully into her chair and putting a napkin across her lap. Her pale green eyes lift to mine. “Thank you for breakfast.”
I grunt and dig in. There’s this need in me to make sure she’s fed. I don’t understand where it comes from, but I’m only satisfied when she takes a bite.
She moans softly at the taste. Her eyes lock on mine. That’s my girl.
