Page 28 of Under His Control

“Again.”

My fingers squeeze tighter in their clasp as shame burns away my anger, and I’m left with acceptance.

Not only did I agree to this, I brought it on myself the moment I walked into the room that night nearly a decade ago. This humiliating punishment is more than deserved.

“I’m sorry I was a dirty fucking liar. Please forgive me.”

“Look at me, Penelope.”

I raise my head and blink away tears as I meet his cold gaze.

“You’re going to say it two more times, and you’ll kiss my feet after each one.”

9

Jacob

Tonight, I came home with a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

I would ease my conscience by helping Penelope, but not before I delivered the long overdue punishment she deserved.

How I intended to execute this plan: trap her like how she tried to steal my freedom, humiliate her like how she stole my dignity.

The second she got down on the floor and looked up at me with those pretty brown eyes, my dick took control of the situation. Lust hit fast and it didn’t pull any punches.

It feels like a demonic possession, an unnatural energy in my body, deviant whispers drowning out my moral voice. I want my cock between Penelope’s lips. I want a lot more than that.

The sick fantasy playing in my head is that I’m pushing her down on the floor, ripping everything off below her waist, and earning more of her tears as I make her take every inch of me.

You’re fucking disgusting.

“Don’t you think this is going too far?” she says, an anxious look on her face.

I do, but I can’t turn back now. If I admit that we’re definitely on the wrong track, she’ll think whining enough will get her way.

I won’t allow that.

For the next two weeks, she’s under my control. She has to obey my every order.

After all, I was once like a father to her.

My will be done.

“I think you’re not as sorry as I’d like. You’ll say your apology six more times.”

She parts her lips, obviously about to protest, then closes them with a resolute expression on her face. She shuffles backward to give herself room.

“I’m sorry I was a dirty fucking liar. Please forgive me.”

To her credit, she sounds genuinely apologetic, but the contrast is disturbing. Such an angelic face, such a sweet voice, such ugly words.

They’re true.

After a moment’s hesitation, Penelope bends and kisses my right instep. Her soft lips against my bare skin and her hair brushing my toes sends a thrill up my leg.

My body stiffens. I grip the edge of the table as my cock pulses. She slowly pulls away, her kiss lingering on my skin. She says her apology again and presses a firm kiss to my left foot.

Fuck.