I never heard a sound. I had been listening, what else could I do in that position? It felt strangely exciting to wait on my knees, my hands on my ass, feeling the heat of it on my palms from where he’d spanked me so severely.

My pussy throbbed with need. He’d brought me to the brink of orgasm twice and then abandoned me, leaving me to clench and release my thigh muscles, trying to relieve the pressure that seemed to continue to grow by the second. Deep inside me, all I could think about was coming, nothing else mattered.

The longer he was gone, the more I started to wonder. Maybe I could touch myself before he came back, get the orgasm I so desperately needed, quickly, quietly, then get back into position.

I listened hard, there was still no sound. How long would it take him to get food? How long had he been so far? No more than a couple of minutes. And it was a big house. He’d definitely be gone a while.

My limbs started to ache from being in that position for so long, my face pressing into the blanket, the clean smell of them assailing my nostrils.

I let go of my buttocks, wincing as I did so, worried that he might leap out and yell at me for my crime, that this was just another test of my willingness to submit to him.

He had touched me. Just thinking about it made me shiver. His firm hands had been between my legs, stroking my clit, dipping inside. He’d invaded my pussy, he hadn’t waited to be invited. He’d decided what to do and it felt incredible.

I had no idea how he seemed to know without asking, but he did, all the things I liked the most, he did to me. That was why I was turned on beyond belief, beyond the ability to think rationally. I needed to come before I’d be able to think properly again.

When nothing happened for thirty seconds after I took my hands from my ass, I slowly lifted my head, glancing around, looking for any sign of him.

Nothing.

I rolled onto my side, bringing my numb limbs back to life. Listening carefully, I laid on my back, spreading my legs, moving my hands to my clit, wanting to ease the ache that was overwhelming me.

I was amazed how engorged it felt, swollen and sensitive. I only had to brush over it with the lightest touch for my heart to start to race. I couldn’t tease myself like he had, there wasn’t time.

I moved my fingers from side to side, feeling the climax approaching already. Just another few seconds and it would hit me. It was coming, it was coming, almost here.

My toes began to curl, my leg muscles turning rigid and I was just on the brink of coming when he burst into the room and grabbed my hand, pulling it away from me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snapped.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I blurted out, my hips still thrusting upwards.

“Bend over.” His voice dripped with cold fury.

I resigned myself to what was about to happen. I had broken his rules. I had disobeyed him. What did I expect would happen?

On all fours on the bed with my pussy throbbing, I looked back over my shoulder as he raised his hand and brought it down onto my ass, sending me jolting forwards as he spanked me.

“You are a bad girl!” he roared. “What are you?”

“A bad girl, Sir. I’m a very bad girl.”

“You will obey me.” Another smack, this one so hard I screamed in pain.

“I will, Sir.”

He smacked the tops of my thighs, the sensation too intense for me to handle. I almost fell forwards, managing somehow to remain in place as he spanked my thighs again.

I let out a shriek as his hand landed directly on my clit. The intensity of that blow still coursing through me as he told me to turn round and face him.

“That is what happens to girls who disobey me,” he said, pointing to the desk in the corner of the room. “Now sit there and eat.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice as weak as my legs when I tried to stand. I swayed my way across the room to the desk, sinking into the chair and looking at the plate. He must have silently entered the room and put it there without me noticing.

Why had I shut my eyes? If I’d kept them open, I’d have seen him. But he was so quiet, I’d been sure I would hear his approach on the stairs.

I picked up the sandwich as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Good?” he asked.

I nodded, my mouth full of food.

“Why did you agree to do this?”

The question seemed to come from nowhere. I looked at him but he was staring out the window as if he couldn’t bear the sight of me.

“I need the money,” I replied when I’d finished chewing. “Why?”

He shrugged. “What do you need it for?”

“To help my family.”

“What are they like?”

“My family? They’re lovely. I’m not sure what I’d do without them. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What’s your family like?”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t have a family.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not. Do you need anything else?”

“This is fine, thank you.” I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until I had finished the first half of the sandwich.

As the sting of his spanking faded and my desire for an orgasm was sort of under control, my body reminded me that it had been a long time since I’d eaten or drunk anything. I cleared the plate in record time, drinking the entire glass of water without stopping.

“Still hungry?”

I nodded.

“There’re snacks in that drawer next to you. Books on the shelf. I have some work to do.”

He stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him, leaving me wondering if I’d said something to offend him. He had started a conversation out of nowhere and ended it just as abruptly. I stood up and crossed to the chest of drawers.

Pulling it open, I drew in a sharp gasp of breath. The entire top drawer was filled with sex toys. Dildos, vibrators, paddles, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and those were just the things I recognised. I began to wonder if he had perhaps not meant food when he asked if I was still hungry.