Chapter 69

That night, I sit up late, waiting with trepidation for Archer to arrive and deliver his promised punishment. All of my emotions buzz under my skin: nervousness, excitement, a tiny fear that I’ll hate whatever he does, a bigger fear that I will enjoy it.

I keep the baby monitor on nearby, but so far the night has been so quiet, even Mia seems sound asleep.

I’m awake though. As the hours tick by, I start to wonder why I’m bothering.

Archer still isn’t here.

Maybe he never intended to arrive at all. Maybe my punishment had always been just to wait.

Or maybe he wanted me to seek him out.

What kind of sicko would make someone voluntarily walk to their own punishment? Probably one that will then view that as consent.

Maybe it is consent. Maybe I want to consent.

I flop down on my mattress. Well, if he’s expecting me to walk over there and seek him out, he’s going to be sorely mistaken.

I flop over. Yes, in no way, will I walk down that hall to find him.

I flop over again. If he wants to dish out the punishment, he’s the one who should come to me.

But, what if he’s just waiting for me to get all relaxed and comfortable and then pow! He shows up when I least expect it!

I should stay tense and alert. I shouldn’t let my guard down not even for an instant.

More time passes.

And then more.

Archer still hasn’t come for me.

I can’t handle these waiting games. I feel like I’m on pins and needles, waiting to hear his footsteps come down the hall. If I wait anymore, I lose my mind.

This is ridiculous. I’ve had enough. Let’s just get this over with already.

I refuse to wait anymore. Around midnight, I roll out of bed, grab the baby monitor, and force myself down the hallway.

Annoyance fuels me more than courage. But whatever it takes to keep me moving.

When I’m just outside of Archer’s doorway, I stop in my tracks. I’m fairly certain I just heard a woman moan.

“Louder, slut. Let the whole mansion know how much you like Daddy’s cock.”

Heat rushes to my face. That is most definitely Archer’s voice.

The woman’s moaning continues again, louder.

No way, this is what it sounds like. No way, this asshole told me to wait just so he could find and fuck some other girl. Although, doesn’t that seem exactly like something he would do?

Fresh irritation twist with hurt in my gut. I hate that stupid hurt. It has no place within me. What, did I think, just because Archer promised me punishment that he would only seek me out tonight? I would have to be an absolute idiot to believe that.

Maybe I should call myself an idiot.

Archer’s door is open a crack.

I should go back to bed. I shouldn’t be curious. I shouldn’t torture myself by looking.

But this jerk promised me punishment tonight. I have to be sure that this isn’t just another rouse he can throw in my face later.

I was waiting for you, he might say. You never showed up.

I won’t allow him the chance to challenge me in such a way. I could do this. Come on, me. Suck it up and push the door open.

Gathering the remnants of the courage that got me down the hall, I push open the door.

Archer has a woman on his bed. She’s on her knees, ass in the air, but her face is pressed down, smashed into the mattress. Her hands are tied behind her back with a red ribbon. Archer, behind her is gripping those binds with one hand while the other has her by the hip.

Archer’s thrusting his hips like a piston, fucking into the woman at a rapid pace. His movements don’t even stagger for a moment. He simply pounds into her again and again like he could go all night. Maybe he has been.

The woman is a mumbling, moaning mess. I can barely discern her words beyond, “Daddy, please. Daddy, more. So good. You’re so good.” She’s saying it over and over on repeat, splintered now and then by a sharper wail or a moan so loud her voice breaks.

I freeze in the doorway, overwhelmed by what I’m seeing.

Archer’s totally naked. His thigh muscles are quivering with each thrust. His tone abs are tight. A thin layer of sweat covers his entire body, making him glisten in the light.

He’s absolutely fucking mouthwatering. And for a moment, I want to be in that girl’s place. It’s supposed to be me! He promised me punishment!

Then Archer lifts his gaze and his eyes meet mine.

I expect him to stop, or to bark at me to get the hell out. I expect him to be disgusted by my presence, by my voyeurism.

What I don’t expect is eyes to get dark. For his hand to lift and smack that girl’s ass. For her to wantonly moan.

He holds my gaze as he continues to fuck this woman. He doesn’t even slow his pace, though he does at a new motion with his hips, rolling where he simply pounded before.

The woman approves. Her mouth is slack. Her words don’t even make sense anymore.

And then he starts talking.

“Tell Daddy how good I feel inside of you, bitch. Say how much you fucking want it.”

“Oooh,” the girl moans. “Daddy, please. You feel so good.”

“Louder,” he says, voice as sharp as the smack he gives her ass.

“So good! Daddy, please.”

His gaze hasn’t moved from mine. Now, he trails his eyes down the length of my body. I’m only wearing a nightshirt. Under his penetrative stare, I feel naked, like he can see straight through the shirt to the nothing I wear underneath.

“Touch yourself,” he says.

The woman pulls at her binds. “I can’t…” she whimpers.

He ignores her. I realize then, he’s not talking to her. He’s talking to me.

“Touch yourself for me,” he says again, more demanding this time.

The girl’s whiny whimpers fall to the background and suddenly I can only see him, as if it’s my body he’s pinned down. It’s my body he’s plowing into at such a fierce pace.

He’s watching me with hooded eyes.

My nipples are rock hard pebbles, straining against my thin nightshirt. My panties are wet.

At first I reach up to cover my chest, feeling exposed.

“Take it off,” he says. “Show me.”

I shouldn’t listen. I shouldn’t be so turned on by this, especially with him cock-deep in someone else.

But I want him to see. I want him to watch. I want him to imagine it’s me, because it could have been, maybe, if he actually walked down the hallway to my door.

So before I can talk myself out of it, I grip the hem of my nightshirt and pull it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, only a pair of panties. They’re already soaked.

I lower my shirt to the ground and drop the baby monitor on top of it. It has no place here, in what is happening.

“Touch yourself,” Archer demands. His Alpha voice is coming out, all low and lust-rough.

It amps up my horniness to impossible levels. How could this god of a man lust after me?

I raise my hand to my breasts and rub my nipples between my fingers, finally giving them the friction they so crave. All the time, Archer watches. His rolls his hips and makes the girl moan.

“Lower,” he says.

I trail one hand down my stomach, emboldened by his eyes and words. I slip a finger under the waistband of my panties.

Archer’s punishing pace adds even more speed.

“Do it,” he commands. “Touch that pussy for me.”