Dangerous Curiosity

Elena’s POV

I waited until the mansion grew quiet late at night before I slipped out of my room. My heart beat fast as I moved down the dark hallway toward the forbidden area Damien had warned me about. The door to the old library looked heavy and locked but I found it slightly open tonight. This was my chance to learn more about the Velvet Board. I pushed inside carefully and closed the door behind me with a soft click.

Dust floated in the air from the tall shelves filled with old books and locked cabinets. I used my phone flashlight to search quietly. “I need to find something useful,” I whispered to myself. My fingers ran over file folders hidden behind some volumes. When I opened one I saw papers about past artists who had stayed in the mansion. Their names and photos appeared with notes about their training and sudden departures. One girl looked happy at first but the last page said she disappeared after asking too many questions.

“This is what happens to curious pets,” I murmured softly. Fear mixed with determination as I kept reading. The files showed how the Board collected talented people and then controlled their lives completely. I turned another page when suddenly the door creaked open behind me.

Damien stood there with anger clear on his face. “Elena, what are you doing in here?” he demanded in a low dangerous voice. “I told you this room is off limits. Your curiosity has gone too far this time.”

I jumped and dropped the folder. Papers scattered on the floor. “Daddy, I am sorry,” I said quickly, my voice shaking. “I just wanted to understand the Board better. Please do not be mad at me.”

He stepped inside and locked the door firmly. “Sorry is not enough. You broke my rules again. Now you will learn the price of disobedience right here.” Damien grabbed my arm and pulled me toward a large wooden table in the center. Old books lined the shelves above us. “Bend over the table and lift your dress. Do not make a sound or the whole mansion will hear your punishment.”

I obeyed with trembling legs and bent forward. My short dress rose up to expose my bare ass. “I know I was wrong, Daddy,” I whispered. “But those files scared me. What happened to the other artists?”

His big hand came down hard in a sharp spank. The sting made me gasp but I bit my lip to stay quiet. “No more questions,” he growled. “You focus on taking your punishment like a good girl.” Another spank landed on the other cheek and heat spread across my skin. I gripped the table edge tightly while fear of discovery made my heart race even faster.

Damien knelt behind me and spread my thighs wider. His tongue found my wet pussy and licked slowly in teasing circles. “You are soaked already from sneaking around,” he said between licks. “This naughty cunt needs edging until you beg properly.” The pleasure built fast but he kept it light and slow, never letting me get close to release.

“Please, Daddy, let me cum,” I moaned softly. An old book shifted on the shelf above us and fell with a loud thump. I froze in panic. “Someone might hear that. We have to stop.”

He stood up and spanked me harder three times. “You caused this risk. Now stay silent while I enjoy you.” His fingers pushed inside me and pumped steadily. The mix of fear and intense pleasure made everything feel sharper. I tried to hold back my moans as another book slipped and hit the floor. The sound echoed in the quiet room.

Damien flipped me around to face him and lifted me onto the table. “You will ride my fingers and edge for me,” he ordered. “Tell me why you cannot stop being curious.” His thick fingers stretched me while his thumb circled my clit slowly. Pleasure tortured me without relief.

“I am scared for my future, Daddy,” I admitted between heavy breaths. “The files show the other artists suffered. I do not want to disappear too.” My hips rocked against his hand despite the danger. Another stack of books wobbled and a few more fell with soft thuds. I covered my mouth to muffle my whimpers.

“Good girl for being honest,” he said but his eyes stayed strict. “But you still need more punishment.” He freed his hard cock and rubbed it against my entrance. “Take me now and stay quiet. Every thrust reminds you who controls you.”

I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed deep inside. The table creaked under us while he fucked me with slow powerful strokes. “It feels too good even when I am scared, Daddy,” I whispered. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer. The fear of someone walking in mixed with the building pleasure in a thrilling way.

Damien edged me again and again. He would speed up until I was close then slow down completely. “Beg better,” he commanded softly. “Tell me you will obey from now on.” Books continued to fall occasionally from our movements and each noise made me tense around him.

“Please let me cum, Daddy,” I begged in a desperate voice. “I will try to follow the rules. Your cock owns me completely.” He finally thrust harder and rubbed my clit at the same time. My orgasm exploded through me and I shook silently with the effort not to scream. Damien groaned low and filled me with his hot cum moments later.

We breathed heavily together as he held me on the table. “This is your last warning, Elena,” he said while stroking my hair. “No more sneaking.”

I nodded weakly and glanced down at the scattered files while he fixed his clothes. My eyes landed on a new folder that had fallen open. My own name stood out clearly at the top in bold letters. “Elena: New Artist. High risk due to family ties. Full breaking schedule begins soon.”

Shock froze me in place. I quickly looked away before Damien noticed but terror filled my chest. What did that breaking schedule mean and how much time did I have left before they started it?