My business in town takes longer than I would like, but I don't let it stop me from getting home on time. I keep my promises, and my word is as good as fucking sacred. If I told Cara to meet me in my study at eight, her ass better be there, because I sure as hell will be.

Throughout my business meeting regarding an acquisition of a new office in the States, I keep thinking about her. The way her cheeks blushed when I came closer, the oh-so-obvious reaction her pretty young body had to mine. It was so fucking obvious she wanted me, but poor cara mia didn't have a fucking clue yet. She was still busy fighting it, pretending like there was nothing there. But I know she'll submit soon enough.

The drive back home is excruciatingly long. Living on the outskirts of the city does have its perks, but driving here and back sometimes almost makes me regret having a property so far out of the city. It's why I have an apartment in the city as well, to make sure I have a place to stay whenever I need to spend a night in town due to meetings.

We arrive at home thirty minutes before I'm supposed to meet Cara for our little chat, and my mind is already swimming with the possibilities of what I could have her do.

I walk upstairs to my study, but on my way there, I notice the French doors leading outside from the hall have been left open. I walk towards them, enjoying the light breeze from outside. Now that it's later in the day, it's cooled down considerably and the air outside isn't as oppressive or hot. I move to close the doors when something catches my eye outside.

Cara, talking to him. Shit. I didn't think he'd come back home for a while, I thought I'd at least have a few weeks before he got here.

I purse my lips angrily, looking at Luca through the window. I close the door as quietly as I can and try to ignore the budding anger inside me which is threatening to spill out any moment now. I will not allow Luca to ruin any of my plans, even though his sudden arrival means I'll have to deal with shit I'd rather put off for a while longer.

I get so distracted I barely remember the time, but I manage to tear myself from Cara's sinful little giggle as Luca tells her something out in the gardens. I walk upstairs after closing the double doors and dismissing Filippe for the evening. He has his own quarters in the house, where I presume he will spend the rest of the day.

My office is pleasantly cool from the air-conditioning as I enter, and I strip off my blazer, enjoying the sensation of undoing the upper button of my starched shirt. I run a hand through my dark hair and pour myself a glass of whiskey before sitting down at my desk again. The time tells me there are ten minutes to go before Cara will be knocking in my door, and I can't resist sneaking a peek at my computer screen on my desk again.

The cameras in her room click into life, and my blood instantly boils when I see them.

Cara's standing in the middle of her room with him, showing him something with her back to the camera. Luca's hand is resting protectively on the small of her back, making me want to tear his fucking hair out. He hasn't even announced his arrival to me, yet he has already introduced himself to our new houseguest. I could fucking kill him. Especially after being so damn careful and making sure Cara remained untouched for me, just like I wanted her. If the kid thinks he can have his way with her, he'll have to go through me, and I won't go down easily. I'll put up a fight for Cara, and I know I'll take him down.

Angrily, I click on the screen to turn on the camera in front of them, above her bed. She's showing him some drawings that I've never seen before. Pencil and white pen on dark paper. They're just sketches, but they're pretty damn good, and I admire them with a critical eye as Cara's finger slides along the lines she's created on the surface. I don't put the sound on, and I can only imagine she's telling Luca about her art.

A quick look at the clock on the wall tells me there are two minutes left, and as Cara looks up with a look of horror on her face, I realize she must've just realized the same thing. She puts the sketches on her bed and rushes to say goodbye to Luca, practically pushing him out of her bedroom. He seems none too pleased about that, and I smirk at his offended face. Good. He'd better get used to it, because there's no damn way I'm sharing cara mia with him.

The bedroom is suddenly empty, and a moment later, I hear footsteps coming down the hall and there's a light knock on the door of my office.

"Come in," I say darkly, and the door creaks open. Cara's eyes sparkle as she walks inside, smoothing down the dress she wore earlier when we met up in the lobby. She's beautiful like this, a little disheveled, but so stunning nevertheless. Her hair is escaping the bun she put it in, and her hands shake as she sits down in the chair in front of my desk that I've pointed out for her.

"Hello," she gets out in a small voice. Her eyes aren't quite meeting mine, but she looks up curiously several times as I get up from my chair and perch on my desk.

"I see you've learned your lesson," I tell her with a chuckle. Her eyes follow mine to the wall where the clock has just ticked its way to 8:00 p.m. sharp. "I'm happy to see you're a fast learner, Cara. I'm not a very patient man."

Unless it comes to you, I add in my mind. But even now, my patience is wearing really fucking thin and my whole body aches with the need to get my hands on her. I need to wait, though, ease her into this. There's no way she'll submit without being prepared properly.

"I'm glad you think so," she adds in a small voice. She finally looks up at me, and her eyes are full of apologies and a very deep need for me to forgive for. I live for that, the sheer desperation she feels and the need for me to say it's all okay. It's going to come in very useful later on. "I really didn't mean to disappoint you earlier, M- Mr. Scott."

"You can call me Mason," I tell her, and she nods, though I can tell she's having a bit of trouble with the informality. "I know you didn't, Cara. I don't have very many rules, but those that I do, I expect you to follow. Is that clear?"

She nods quickly, and I smile.

I don't tell her I knew she'd be late.

I don't tell her I invented the ridiculous rule just so I could fucking punish her. She's a smart girl, she can put two and two together by herself.

"Have you had a look at the grounds?" I ask her, and she nods. "What did you think?"

"Oh, it's beautiful here," she tells me, her voice full of impressions from our beautiful surroundings. I'm not very humble, but even if I were, I'd have to admit my home is stunning. "I love the little orange grove, the pool... And the other parts, too."

I can see an unspoken question in her eyes, but I don't press her for information. It's cute that she thinks she can hide shit from me. I'm going to find out eventually, anyway.

"I'm glad," I tell her with a warm smile.

"I also met-" she starts up, and I cut into her words before she can go on. Fucking hell, I didn't call her in here to fucking listen to her rant on about Luca.

"Your punishment still needs to be taken care of," I tell her simply. A light blush develops on her cheeks and she giggles nervously.

"Oh, I thought..."

"Thought I was kidding?" I ask her gently, then shake my head. "Sadly, no. I believe rules are meant to be followed. Mine aren't too strict, as you'll come to find out." A lie, but she needn't know that. "If you obey me, everything will turn out alright."

"Okay," she says uncertainly. "So, what is my punishment, then?"

I get up from my desk and sit back down in my chair after admiring the view from my window for a short moment. I can feel her nervous gaze on my back, but I don't acknowledge it. Let her worry about what's coming. I bet she thinks I'll tell daddy dearest or some shit.

"I'm a little bit old fashioned, Cara," I tell her simply.

"Okay." Her voice is unsure and shaky, and I love its vulnerability.

"Come here." I motion for her to come closer, and she gets up on trembling legs and walks to my side of the desk. "Closer." She looks unsure, but she follows my directions until she's standing in front of me. She's even more beautiful up close, a pure vision of young beauty and innocence. I can't fucking wait to ruin her.

"Now sit on my lap."

"W-what?" she stutters over her words, her cheeks blushing deeply, but she doesn't take her eyes away from mine. I stare her down, waiting for the multitude of questions that never come. I'm a little surprised, but still unimpressed that she isn't following my clear directions.

"Sit on my lap, Cara," I repeat in a silky smooth voice.

It's up to her to react to my words. If she looks repulsed or refuses, I'll let her go, for now at least. But I've spent a long time observing her, and I think she's fucking excited. I think her little pussy's dripping already, and I think she really fucking wants to do as she is told.

Slowly, she moves her little body into my arms. Her ass comes down on my lap and I groan out loud when her movement causes the smallest bit of friction. My dick has been rocked hard since she walked into my study, but with her sitting on top of me like this, I'm worried I'll embarrass myself and cum inside my pants like a fucking teenager. Cara drapes her arms around my neck and sits there, a vision in her pretty pink dress and her lips lightly parted.

She's more, she's better than I ever thought she would be. She's fucking unbelievable, and the way she followed my directions after only a moment's hesitation makes me want to devour her. I need to own her ass, and I'm not going to stop until I do.

"Good girl," I mutter against her ear, and Cara shivers, her whole body trembling on my lap. She's not letting go, and I need to have my hands on her right the fuck now. I take ahold of her tiny waist, my strong fingers digging into her sides and so desperate to have her bouncing on my cock. I can feel the prim and proper way she tucked her dress under her ass isn't working, and her panties are so damn close to my cock the savage part of me wants to just rich them the fuck off and take her.

"Your behavior is improving," I tell her gently. I tuck a strand of her pretty blonde hair behind her ear and she keeps her eyes downcast, shaking with nerves. "But I still can't let you get away with what you did. You know that, right?"

She looks up at me, and her eyes are filled with betrayal and embarrassment. Good. I need to break those two emotions into pieces until there's nothing left but yearning. That's the next step, after all.

"Yes," she replies in a soft voice, and my cock throbs so hard against my thigh I swear she can feel it. Her eyes finally go up to mine again and she blinks once, twice, three times. Her thick lashes rim her eyes prettily and her mouth is still parted, as if she's expecting me to kiss her. Too bad the truth of what's going to happen is far from that.

In one swift moment, I put her over my lap. She inhales sharply, but she doesn't make another sound as she lays sprawled across my knee. "What happens to bad girls, Cara?" I ask her hoarsely, and she squirms in my arms. I put a hand firmly on the small of her back and hold her the hell down.

"I... Please." Her voice is weak and we both know what she's asking for.

"Bad girls get hurt," I tell her simply. "And I believe in physical punishment, because I think you'll love it as much as you'll fucking hate it." I know she'll love the pain, but the embarrassment of being put over my knee like this is going to have her blushing for the rest of the week. She doesn't say a single word, but she gasps softly when I pull her dress up.

I swear I nearly cum in my trousers when I see her ass. I'd been saving it, the view of her bottom soon to be marked by my lashes. But she's fucking perfect, creamy, soft skin and a bubble butt I could've only dreamed of. She's wearing a tiny thong, a scrap of lingerie that pisses me off. I would've expected her to wear something more modest, but then again, I should've known she's a little slut on the inside.

"What's this?" I growl in her ear, my fingers going under the fabric of the thong and making her mewl softly. "That's what you wear for a meeting with Daddy's friend, Cara?"

"Oh god," she breathes, her gasps slow and heavy now. She's stopped struggling to get off my lap, but she's burning the fuck up, her skin hot and heating up even more. "I... I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, Sir," I correct her, and I can feel the tension making her body go rigid in my arms.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she repeats obediently. She turns her head to the side and looks at me, those eyes that are bound to be the death of me staring me down with their sparkling brilliance. And then the little slut grins at me, a wicked little smile for a wicked little girl.

"What a naughty little whore," I mutter, and with the snap of my fingers, her sinful thong falls to the floor, ruined. She gasps, and her intake of air turns into a long, sensual moan. "I haven't even touched you, and yet," I remind her, "You're already moaning like a needy whore."

Her body writhes in my arms and I take my time putting my hand on her ass. She's so fucking soft, her ass bouncing as my hand comes down against it for the first time. She shrieks when I hit her, and as soon as my hand's left her butt, she arches her back and puts her ass up for more.

"Please," she begs desperately, and I chuckle.

"Is that so," I say. "Already begging for more like a real slut. We've barely started, Cara."

"How many?" she asks, and I smooth my hand over her reddening ass. I better not think about her naked pussy on my knee, because I'll turn her the hell around and bury myself balls deep in her hole if I do.

"How many do you think you can take?" I ask her teasingly, and she gives me a defiant look.

"Fifteen," she blurts out, and I grin at her.

"Good," I say sweetly. "Let's double it and see what happens."

"But..." Her eyes are desperate.

"Shhh," I say. "Every time I hit your ass, I want you to say, Thank you, Sir, may I please have another? Is that clear?" Her breathing's picking up and she's panicking, squirming needily against my leg. She wants to get off, but fuck me if I'm going to let her. "I said, is that fucking clear, Cara?"

"Y-yes," she manages to get out.

"Good," I coo at her, smoothing my hand down her ass again. She moans and I hit her, harder this time. She yelps with pain, but my hand comes down against her ass and I smooth the pain away with a gentle caress.

"Thank you, S-Sir," she whispers.

"And what else?" I prompt her.

"May I..." I smooth circles down her ass and she moans so loud she could wake the dead. "May I please... May I pretty please have another?"

"What an overachieving little slut," I praise her. "Making me fucking proud, Cara."

I hit her again.

And again.

And again.