"Good Girl"

Chapter 3

I stayed locked in my bedroom all night and all through the early and late hours of the morning. I barely slept, my heart still racing from what had happened last night. Every time I thought about going downstairs for something to eat, my stomach twisted with panic.

What if Calvin was there? What if he looked at me with that knowing smirk? I couldn’t face him. Not after he’d caught me touching myself while watching him.

My hunger eventually turned into a dull ache, but I ignored it. I paced the room instead, still wearing nothing but that thin white sundress.

My mind kept replaying the moment our eyes met...his gaze dropping to my hand between my legs. The shame burned hot in my cheeks.

Desperate for some sense of normalcy, I grabbed my phone and called Richard. It rang several times before he picked up.

“Elena,” he answered, sounding distracted. “What is it? I’m in the middle of something.”

I swallowed. “I… I was just wondering when you’re coming home tonight. I haven’t seen you in days.”

There was a pause. “Something came up at work. I’m flying out tonight, actually. I’ll be gone for the entire week. Big merger meetings in Singapore.”

My heart sank. A whole week. He hadn’t even thought to tell me until I called him myself.

“Richard, you promised...”

“I’ll make it up to you when I’m back,” he said quickly, already sounding like he was ending the call. “Don’t wait up. Love you.”

The line went dead.

I stared at my phone, feeling empty and alone. Tears pricked at my eyes, but before they could fall, I heard the soft click of my bedroom door opening behind me.

I spun around.

Calvin stood just inside the room, the door already closed behind him. In his hand, he held a black silk blindfold. His tall, muscular frame filled the doorway, still shirtless from earlier, his skin slightly damp from washing the bike. His eyes were dark, intense, locked onto me with a hunger that made my breath catch. Did he want to talk about what happened? Was he disappointed? My heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“Calvin...” I started, my voice shaky.

“Shh.” He stepped closer, voice low and commanding. “Don’t say a word, Elena. Not one sound. Not after what I saw you doing with your fingers last night.”

My back hit the edge of the bed as he moved toward me. My heart hammered wildly in my chest.

What was he doing? My eyes caught the huge bulg in his trousers, and I immediately understood. This was wrong. So dangerously wrong. But my body betrayed me... a fresh wave of heat flooded between my thighs, my nipples tightening against the thin fabric of my dress.

He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. His eyes never left mine as he slowly raised the blindfold.

“I’ve seen how you look at me,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’ve watched you too. Now you’re going to keep quiet… and just feel everything I plan to do to you.”

My lips parted, but no words came out. Fear and arousal twisted together inside me as he stepped even closer, the silk blindfold dangling from his fingers like a promise of surrender.

“Calvin, wait—” My voice came out shaky as I took a step back, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “This is wrong. You’re my stepson. We can’t… Richard is your father. I’m married to him.”

He didn’t stop. Those intense eyes stayed locked on me as he moved closer, the black silk blindfold still dangling from his fingers like a weapon.

“Calvin, please,” I tried again, my back hitting the bed. “This never happened. I was just… I was emotional. My husband is never here and I...”

“Shh.” His voice was deep, calm, and commanding. An Alpha tone that left no room for argument. “I thought I told you not to speak.”

“But we can’t do this,” I whispered desperately. “If Richard ever found out...”

“He won’t.” Calvin closed the distance in one smooth step.

One large hand gently but firmly cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “You’ve been starving for months, Elena. I see it every day. The way you look at me. The way you touched yourself while watching me tonight. Stop pretending.”

I opened my mouth to protest again, but he simply turned me around with strong hands on my shoulders and sat me down on the very edge of the bed.

“Calvin...”

“Quiet.”

Before I could say another word, the cool silk blindfold slipped over my eyes. He tied it securely behind my head, plunging me into complete darkness.

My breathing quickened. I could feel him standing right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

His hands moved to the thin straps of my sundress. I grabbed his wrists weakly.

“Calvin, please… we shouldn’t...”

But he ignored my plea. With one smooth motion, he pulled the dress down over my shoulders and breasts. The fabric slid away, and my full, heavy breasts bounced free into the cool air of the room. I heard his low, appreciative groan.

“Fuck…” he muttered, almost to himself.

I sat there on the edge of the bed, blindfolded, topless, breathing hard. My nipples were already stiff and aching from the sudden exposure and the overwhelming mix of fear and arousal flooding through me. I could feel his gaze devouring me, even without seeing it.

His presence felt massive. Dominant. Unstoppable.

And despite every excuse screaming in my head, my pussy was absolutely drenched.

I sat blindfolded on the edge of the bed, my heavy breasts exposed and heaving with every nervous breath. The darkness made everything more intense... every sound, every touch sharper.

Without warning, Calvin’s large hand came down hard on my left breast with a loud smack.

“Ah!” I gasped, my body jolting.

He didn’t give me time to recover. Another sharp slap landed on my right breast, then back to the left.

The sounds echoed wetly in the quiet room...slap, slap, slap... as he repeatedly smacked my full tits. They bounced and jiggled under the impacts, stinging heat spreading across my sensitive skin. I couldn’t see anything, only feel the sharp sting and the heavy sway of my breasts with every strike.

“Calvin—” I whimpered, but another firm slap cut me off.

He was methodical. Controlled. Each smack harder than the last until my breasts felt hot and tender, my nipples painfully stiff.

I heard the unmistakable sound of leather sliding through belt loops. My breath hitched.

Then came a new sensation...the cool, smooth surface of his belt tapping against my swollen breasts. He dragged the leather across my nipples, then began tapping them firmly, one after another. The taps grew sharper, turning into light lashes that made me flinch and moan. My pussy clenched hard with every strike, dripping down onto the sheets beneath me.

After several more stinging taps, he stopped. I could hear him breathing heavier above me.

The distinct sound of a zipper filled the room.

My heart raced wildly.

I felt the warm, heavy tip of his cock brush against my lips, already leaking precum. It was thick, hot, and much bigger than I had imagined. I instinctively pressed my thighs together, my soaked pussy throbbing with forbidden need.

Calvin’s deep voice cut through the darkness.

“You don’t have to watch, Elena. Just feel… and do everything I say.”

Before I could even process his words, he gripped the back of my head and plunged his thick cock straight down my throat in one powerful thrust.

“Mmmph!”

My eyes widened uselessly beneath the blindfold as he filled my mouth completely, stretching my lips wide around his girth. He didn’t stop until my nose pressed against his abdomen, his heavy balls resting against my chin.

I gagged hard, throat convulsing around his invading length, tears soaking into the silk blindfold.

He held himself deep for a long moment, groaning with satisfaction, before slowly pulling back just enough to let me gasp for air… only to thrust down my throat again.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Don't fight it...Just feel it.”