CHAPTER 3: I NEED TO BE PUNISHED

Charisse

I was stark naked on my knees, on the dining table behind the pot of warm beef brisket, and Val was in front of me, in his usual seat, sniffing through the clothes I wore today. 

His eyes were on me the whole time, darkened with fury.

“H-he didn’t touch me, Val,” I whispered, hugging my shoulders for a little bit of decency. “Please don’t be mad.” 

He flung the hoody away then picked up my bra and pressed it to his nose. 

Embarrassment seared my back. I looked away as he took a strong whiff. 

“Did I tell you to look away, Charisse?” 

That deep voice intensified the itch between my thighs, and I forced myself to look back. 

“S-sorry, Val.” 

“Are you embarrassed? Of me? Of how crazy I am about you?” He threw the bra aside and fetched my panties. 

“N-no, Val,” I whispered, pushing my thighs together to hide my wetness. 

He inhaled deeply, his eyes still on me, and crushed my panties against his nose to take another deep inhale. 

And a whimper of shame slipped from me. 

“Are you ashamed of how wet you are right now? For me.” 

I nodded. 

“Because you’re a slut, Charisse.” He pushed the pot of brisket aside. “I smell nothing but you in these clothes, yet I still find it hard to believe you. Spread yourself.” 

I knew that he wanted to do a thorough check because he loves me. But I still felt uncomfortable lying naked on my back on the table, displaying myself like this to him. Like a real slut.  

Yet, I had to do it, or he’d get upset. 

And I don’t want him to be upset. I want him to be happy. He deserves it. 

“Wider,” he said, “I need to see everything clearly.” 

And I pulled my knees further. 

He stared at the glistening pinkness and asked angrily, “Did you fuck him?” 

“No!” I choked in tears. “We only talked! I would never let another man touch me! Why would I? I love you!” 

“Then, why didn’t you say so earlier?” He towered over me, his fingers caressing my damp cheeks. “Why did you make me do this, baby?” 

“I’m sorry…,” I sobbed. 

“And?” 

I sniffed. “I need to be punished.” 

“Because—.” 

“I m–made you feel bad. A-and I’m your good slut,” I said as he fished a spoonful from the pot. 

“You made this because it’s my favourite, right Charisse?” 

“Yes,” I whimpered with a dreaded knowledge of what was to come. 

He seemed to see the fear in my eyes and got angry again. “Can I not eat it?” 

“Y-yes, you can!” I forced a bright smile. “I made it for you.” 

“But I want to eat it with you, baby.” 

And steaming sauce struck my raw, wet lips. 

A sharp pain shot to my mouth so I bit my lower lip to silence it when his mouth covered the same spot, and he proceeded to devour me. 

*****

More warm sauce dripped on my breasts and I arched in painful bliss. 

“Why are you stopping, Charisse?” He growled against my collarbone. 

I resumed bouncing hard and fast on his thighs as he ate the sauce off my nipples, sucking them with fierce passion. 

“I will not… take the job….” I squeezed the back post of his chair to summon greater restraint. “I will not… talk to him… ever again….”

He grabbed my butt and slammed me down on him.

And I screamed as fresh tears gushed down my hot cheeks. 

“Can I trust you?” He licked my ear, his gasping rapid and heavy. 

“Yes, Val!” I bounced harder. “Yes!” 

He sucked my earlobe. “Rip the card, Charisse—.” 

“YES!” I was right at the edge. 

“And never think about it ever again,” he snarled and sank his teeth below my earlobe.

“COME INSIDE ME, BABY!!” I screamed and shook hard in his arms. 

He pounded into me a few more times then climaxed, hugging me real tight as his love juice shot into me. 

When he was done, I was pushed off him so he could get up. 

My legs felt like jelly but I knew that it wasn’t over because he was searching my sweatpants for Dorian Vellum’s business card. 

The second he found it, he read it and snarled, “On your knees, slut.” 

I knelt before him, my mind still hazy from all his love-making. 

“He only wants to eat your pussy, Charisse, you know that, right?” 

“Yes, Val,” I panted, barely able to open my eyes. 

“All that talent talk is just to get you into his pants.” He lifted my chin to his powerful rod. “I will kill myself if you go to him, Charisse.” 

That sobered me up instantly. “NO! I–I won’t! So, please don’t! Please don’t be sad, Val! I’ll be good, I promise!” 

“Then, make me feel better, my good slut.” He bumped my lips to the tip of his cock. 

I opened my mouth to take him in, as confetti fell all around me. 

I glanced at the tiny pieces of the business card on the floor and said goodbye to my dream job.  

Val is my everything. I can’t give him up. 

*****  

Dorian

At first, I thought she couldn’t afford clothes so she wore whatever she could grab from the recycling bin. They were all men’s size so her petite body was pretty much swallowed up whole by the sweatsuit fleece.  

But then she rejected a job that pays double what she’s currently earning, so money wasn’t an issue for her. 

So, why the men’s clothes? 

The answer was in Charisse Pax’s report. 

It was shorter than I expected, barely a paragraph, which said a lot more than what I observed.

Charisse Pax has been living with a man called Valentin Egoton, and a quick check on him produced a report as long as a conman’s. 

It’s likely that the clothes were his. A symbol of ownership. That ridiculously tight hair bun and those excessively large specs must be him too. He dressed her up like a weirdo so she would repel men. 

“So what does it say?” Alfred looked eager to prove his deductions. “Does he have ten wives? Men like him are the reason why I CCTVed my sisters.”   

But I shut my iPad and threw it on my coffee table. “I have no reason to read his bio.” I reached for my glass of whiskey. 

He squinted suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.” 

“I’m hiring her, not him.” I took a sip. 

He deadpanned. “And I was born yesterday.” 

I ignored him until he sighed in defeat and leaned back to lounge on my couch. 

“What if Charisse Pax said no? That control freak of her boyfriend will definitely talk her out of it. And Frank will not hesitate to fill up that spot for you—with one of his spies.” 

I swirled the golden liquid in my glass and said, “Then, Frank will be gone.” 

Because no one is taking that spot except her.