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“Laine.”

I jerk upright so hard I almost knock my phone off the bed. Rhett is standing in my doorway, one hand on the frame, his eyes locked on me. On my naked body, my hand between my thighs, the porn still playing beside me.

I grab the towel and pull it over myself, but it’s too late. He saw everything. My face burns so hot I can feel it in my ears.

He steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

“Are you going to spank me again?” My voice comes out smaller than I intended.

He crosses the room and stops at the foot of my bed. He picks up my phone, and his eyes move to the screen. The older man on the video is gripping the woman’s hair while she’s on her knees. Rhett’s jaw tightens as he watches it for a second, then pauses it.

“Do you want me to spank you again, little one?”

“Yes.” The word is out before I can think better of it.

Something shifts behind his eyes. Dark and hungry. The same look he had in the car right before he grabbed my throat.

He walks to the closet and pulls out a black silk robe he bought me. “Put this on.”

“Why?” I huff.

“Because I fucking told you to.”

I drop the towel, letting him get a good look at my body. I’m done pretending I don’t want his eyes on me. He can look at every inch if it gets me what I want. His gaze scans my bare skin, and I see his jaw clench before I slide my arms into the robe and tie it at my waist.

“Now come with me.”

That’s the hope. I have become a fucking slut for this man, and his son can get in line. When you are taught that your body is for the purpose of men’s pleasure, you at least want them to deliver on that shit.

He walks out of my room with my phone in his hand. I follow him downstairs through a long hallway and through a set of double doors into a home theater with a large screen that fills the entire wall, deep leather couches, and a few chairs.

Rhett picks up a remote and casts my phone to the screen. My stomach drops as the video fills the wall. It’s the video I chose. The older man has the younger woman on her knees begging to suck his dick.

My face burns so hot I can feel my pulse in my cheeks. He’s making me watch my own fantasy on a massive screen, and he knows exactly what it means.

Rhett sets my phone on the side table and unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt. He rolls his sleeves up his forearms, and I see more of the ink on his arms. Dark lines and shading cover both forearms, disappearing under the pushed-up fabric. I want to trace every line with my tongue. I want to see how far those tattoos go.

But he doesn’t go to the couch. He pulls a heavy wooden chair from the side of the room with wide armrests and sets it directly in front of the screen.

“Drop the robe and sit down.”

I untie the robe and let it slide off my shoulders. I’m completely naked in front of him again, and the way his eyes drag over my body makes my skin prickle. I sit in the chair. The wood is cold against my bare ass and the backs of my thighs. I’m aware of how exposed I am.

He pulls out lengths of soft rope from a cabinet against the wall. He kneels in front of me and ties my right ankle to the chair leg, then my left. My legs are spread wide and I can’t close them. He moves to my wrists and secures each one to an armrest, and then tests the knots with a tug.

I pull against them and I can’t move an inch.

I’m tied naked to a chair in front of my own Daddy porn with my legs spread. The air is cool against my wet pussy. I should be terrified. Instead I’m so turned on I can feel myself dripping onto the seat.

He stands and looks down at me. “I had my assistant purchase a few things I thought I’d need to use with you, and you didn’t disappoint. We’ll see how you respond to a different kind of punishment.”

“What am I being punished for?”

“You aren’t allowed to touch yourself. If you want to come, you ask my permission. And I’ll decide if you’ve been a good enough girl.”

His eyes move from my face to my breasts to my spread legs, and then to the screen behind him. He doesn’t say a word for a long moment. He’s just watching me.

“You never told me I couldn’t touch myself. I didn’t break any stupid rules.”