Punishing Rory

Darian's POV

Seeing her standing at my front door, soaked by the rain, triggered something animalistic in me. I knew she'd come, but I didn't know she'd appear looking like this... soaked by the rain... and seductive.

It takes everything in me not to pull her closer and slam my lips hard against her cute ones. Instead, I do what every other man in my shoes would do; I pull her into the house like a gentleman and offer her a towel.

While she's drying herself in the guest room, I move fast and prepare a cup of chocolate tea for her. I know she has a sweet tooth and will definitely love it.

My plan works; after she returns from the guest room, I lure her to the dining room, and when I notice that she's more relaxed, I make her confide in me.

I did it. I sent the videos of Rory's sex adventures to her. I couldn't stand how Rory kept taking her for granted or how he kept hooking up with some bitch who is not half as attractive as her. If he wanted to be a bad boy, he should have been smart about it.

I wanted to teach him a lesson. But more than that, I wanted her for myself. Yes. I want Amelia. I've had my eyes on her since I saw her in the house three years ago. She didn't see me, though. I was in my office, and I watched her through the door.

I think it was during the period when she and Rory had just gotten together. Back then, she could always come to the house to see him. I could watch them through the openings in the door as she kissed him, laughed at his boring jokes, and told him how much she liked him. And all the things she liked about him.

From watching her through the openings in the door, I started watching her through the cameras. The times she stripped in the guest room. The times she showered in the bathroom. How she washed her body, and how she applied lotion to her skin. I watched it all.

Why? Because I installed secret cameras throughout the entire house. No. I did not install them because of her. I installed them years ago because they were necessary for Rory's security. The nature of my job simply required me to have them installed.

Even now, I'm watching the footage from when she was here. And I can't keep my eyes off her pink nipples and her cute little cunt.

I observe the moment in the bathroom when she blushes after realizing how half-naked she had been the entire time due to being soaked by the rain. The little pink hue on her cheeks is adorable. They're so cute and kissable. My cock twists painfully in my pants at the image.

I also rewatch the moments we spent in my room. I also watch the part where she touched herself while looking at the image on my phone.

She's one naughty girl. I must admit.

And then she dares to watch me while I masturbate in the bathroom.

I never intended to punish her for watching me masturbate because it's precisely what I wanted. I wanted her to see me. And I was pleased that she did.

Right now, I am waiting for her to reply to the message I sent her. It's been a few minutes since she viewed the message, but she's yet to reply.

I pick up my phone and read the previous message I sent her: 'Did you enjoy the little show you watched in the bathroom? How was it? How would you rate the performance I put on?'

Was I too direct with my message? Is she finding it difficult to come up with a response? I can't help but overthink things.

I don't want to believe she fell asleep after reading my message. That would be impossible. Or is she touching herself to the memories of the time we spent together? The second theory is more believable, but I still need a response from her.

So I wait. One hour. Two.

I pick up my phone and send a second message to her: 'Are you asleep?'

One minute passes. Two.

No response.

A knock sounds on my door, and Lucian Ford, my right-hand man, assistant, and the head of my security team, appears in the doorway.

"Come in," I tell him.

He steps into my room. "You called for me."

"Did she get home safely?" I ask him.

I didn't need to explain myself, and he immediately understood what I meant.

He nods. "I watched her enter her house. Her mother also came home after her," he explains.

"So this means she's asleep?" I murmur.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Do you think she fell asleep?" I ask him.

He nods again. "I believe so. Do you need me to check?"

"No. Don't. You don't have to do that. You may leave."

He gives a short bow, turns, and walks out of my room.

So she's not touching herself to the memories of my cock; she's, rather, asleep?

Funny.

How could she fall asleep after reading my message?

She is literally begging to be punished.

I didn't want to punish her or scare her this early, but I think it's necessary to set boundaries from the start. I don't want her to assume or believe that I am someone she can ignore without consequence. I'm not Rory or some other little boy she can act cute with and get away with it.

So I open my inbox, open her message thread, and type a detailed message describing how harshly and intensely I would punish her for being a spoiled brat. I don't forget to add the fact that I'd thoroughly enjoy meting out several punishments to her in the future if she ever leaves me on read again.

After sending the message, I close the security footage, and am on my way to my office when I begin to hear the sound of horns.

He is back. Rory is back.

He is just on time.

I wait by the side of the house as he parks his car. I hear the sound of a female voice along with his as they approach the living room, and quickly know who it is. It's the girl he's been fucking for the last few months.

The door opens, and they walk in arm in arm, but Rory pauses once he sees me.

"What's wrong?" The girl, who hasn't noticed me, asks him.

"Hey, go up to my room and wait. I'll be with you soon," he tells her.

The girl opens her mouth to argue but stops once she notices my piercing stare. Without another word, she runs up the stairs and disappears.

Rory approaches me after she's gone.

"Are you waiting for me?" He probes.

"Yes, your girlfriend was here," I tell him.

He narrows his eyes. "Alright, what else?"

"You don't seem curious about that."

"I know why she came. Since I don't see her around, she must have gone home."

I don't suppress the scoff that leaves my lips once I hear his response. He doesn't look concerned.

I thought he could feel even the tiniest bit of remorse for cheating on her, but he doesn't seem concerned. He doesn't seem bothered at all.

"Do you have something to say to me, Dad? If not, I have some personal matters to attend to, so excuse me," he says. He's about to walk away when I stop him.

"Follow me," I order. He pauses.

"What?"

I don't say another word and proceed into my office. He stands by the door.

"Am I allowed to come in? You forbade me from coming into your personal space."

I don't respond until I've written down the address. Then I walk over to him and hand it to him.

He accepts it and reads it.

"What is this?"

"It's the address of your uncle's new location," I say.

A frown settles on his face once he hears this.

"Is this some sort of punishment? What did I do wrong this time?"

"Go there. First thing tomorrow morning," I say, and without waiting to hear his response, I shut the door in his face.

But he doesn't give up and starts knocking on my door.

"Dad! Dad!!" His voice comes out muffled due to the door's density. The door is meant to block out sound. People from outside can't easily hear what goes on inside the office. And vice versa.

Many of the doors in this house have similar soundproofing features. It's a precaution. It also serves as protection.

"Dad!! You can't just send me to my uncle's."

"Dad!! Open the door."

"Fuck! Why do you act this way? I'm no longer a teen; you can't keep punishing me."

I don't pay attention to his protests and settle behind my desk. I have some proposals from potential clients that I need to review. I can't let Rory steal my attention away from my work.

Actually, he's not the one stealing my attention.

It's someone else.

It's her.

I keep my phone on top of my desk, close to my laptop, and I don't stop watching it until dawn.

I notice the very moment she views all the messages I sent her while she was asleep.

And then the word 'typing' appears on my screen.

The first response she gives me is enough to fuel the dark desire I already feel for her.

I'll enjoy bringing her to her knees and making her scream for me.