Chapter 70

Archer

When Archer made his threat of punishment to Chloe, he fully intended to see it through. In the moment, he considered all kinds of devious and sexy ways to bring Chloe to the edge of satisfaction and keep her there, edged, until such a time he deemed she could find release.

However, when he left her side and the initial lust wore away, some sense and reason returned to his depraved mind. He knew that around Chloe, his anger mixed with his desire into a dangerous, dark combination.

He wasn’t entirely sure, but he suspected Chloe was a virgin. At the very least, he’d gathered that she was new to the type of sex he preferred, where he was the dominant, seeking to please and punish his submissive.

With Chloe inexperienced, she was too fragile to handle him in all the ways he wanted her. She’d break under his punishment before he’d truly begun.

He wanted to punish her, but he wanted her to like it. He didn’t want to sexually frighten or hurt her in a way she would not know she would be consenting to.

So he switched his punishment. Chloe could spend the night fantasizing about what he could have done to her. And he would keep her waiting.

It was a satisfactory sort of punishment for her, but did little to take off Archer’s edge. He needed an outlet for the scene his mind had created.

So he searched out another woman to fill in the void. If she just so happened to have a similar build and hair color to Chloe, no one would be the wiser.

Women were always so eager to please Archer, even more so when they found out about his particular kinks. He wanted to be called Daddy. He wanted to call them derogatory terms like slut and bitch. He liked to tie women up. He wanted to make them cum until they couldn’t think straight.

In this instance, Archer made certain to voice another situation that might arise. “Someone might walk in on us. If that happens, I intend to keep going.”

Archer had considered that, as bold as Chloe is, she might not choose to wait patiently for Archer. He wanted to be ready for every circumstance.

The woman for the night consented to all of Archer’s conditions, and he escorted her back to the Pyramid, where he proceeded to bring the fantasy to life.

He purposefully positioned them so that he could face the doorway. He wanted to see the look on Chloe’s face if she were to chance sneaking inside.

And when she did, and he saw her cheeks flush but her eyes darken with interest, his lust for her only grew.

From there, his mouth moved on its own, bringing him to this fucking delectable moment, where Chloe stands shirtless in his doorway, her fingers sliding into her panties.

It’s the hottest thing Archer has seen in a good long time. The prudish little nanny, corrupted, about to touch herself while watching him fuck someone he pretends is her. It takes everything he has not to cast this woman aside and fuck into Chloe instead.

Chloe’s hand moves lower. He watches the outline of the fingers in her panties. Any moment, she’ll reach her clit. Archer waits patiently for her sharp intake of breath.

When it comes, Archer’s hips stutter. Chloe’s pink lips curl around her soft little ‘oh.’ Gods, he wants to have those same lips wrap around his dick.

Archer want to hear more. See more. “Keep fucking going,” he demands.

Chloe’s eyelashes flutter. Her fingers start to move.

“Faster. Match my speed.”

She bites her bottom lip between her teeth as she begins to pick up pace with her fingers.

If she moans, Archer will leap from this bed and put his mouth on her.

Instead, it’s the woman beneath him who loudly cries out. “Oh, Daddy! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Her body trembles and shakes, reclaiming my attention. Her pussy squeezes tight around Archer’s dick. He grips himself at the base to keep from coming. He can’t lose himself yet, not until he sees that fucking nanny fall apart.

He staves off his organism but it’s only just. When he trusts himself to open his eyes again, he looks at the doorway. But Chloe is gone.

“Goddamn it.” Archer pulls himself out of the woman, who collapses with bliss on the bed. He rips off the condom and throws it in the trash. “I didn’t tell you, you could come.”

She turns on her side to glance back at him. “I had to do something to reclaim your attention.”

Fucking bitch. She’d done that on purpose. Archer grabs the tie at her wrists and pulls it loose. “See yourself out. I won’t be calling you again.”

She pouts a little, but fuck her. She’d broken Archer’s concentration on purpose. She’s lucky the worst she is getting now is a walk of shame back to wherever the hell she came from.

Archer moves to his dresser and kicks into a pair of loose sleep pants. Then he marches down the hall, doing his best to hide how much he had to hobble with his erection still at rock-hard attention.

Chloe has only closed her door halfway. Archer bursts through it. The door swings open and smashes into the wall.

Chloe’s near her bed. She jumps around to face him as he enters. Her cheeks are delightfully flush. Her eyes are fiery, both with anger and want – a delicious combination.

“I didn’t tell you that you could leave.”

She juts her chin out like she always does when she thinks she’s standing up to him. “You seem like you had finished.”

“Did I?” Archer closes the distance between them. He snatches Chloe’s hand by the wrist, then brings her palm flat to the upward curve of his dick.

She gasps.

Archer is big and he knows it. Plus, he knows how to use it, which she’s also borne witness to.

She looks at him with her big, vulnerable eyes, and Archer wants to devour her.

“Do I feel like I finished?” Archer growls.

Chloe swallows hard. “What do you want from me?”

“I told you. You’re being punished.”

“This… is your punishment?”

It wasn’t, to start. But she doesn’t need to know that. If she sees Archer fucking someone else as punishment, then all the better. Let her see. Let her know what she is missing out on, all because she couldn’t be good herself.

Her hand is still on Archer’s dick, and it twitches under her hand. She looks down. Maybe she can see the outline of it through Archer’s thin pants. Or maybe, with the press of her hand, it’s enough for her to imagine.

Maybe Archer should have taken it out of that woman to properly show her himself.

“So you didn’t…?” Chloe asks. Her voice sounds small, all of the sudden.

“No.”

She looks up at him. “I thought you… When she made that noise.”

Archer watches her, and something finally clicks. She’s not just new to his various kinks, she is new to sex in general. She is undoubtedly a virgin.

The thought should turn him off. But it only makes him want to take her apart from the inside out.

He wants to corrupt her. He wants to fuck her. He wants to teach her how to beg so pretty on his cock.

“I always make sure my women come first,” he says. “Many times.”

Chloe’s face turns bright red. “And that’s punishment?”

“No. That’s what they get for being a good girl.”

Chloe’s eyes go dark again.

Oh. How interesting. Does the nanny want to be a good girl for Archer?

Too bad she is still being punished.

“Do you know what bad girls get?” Archer asks. When Chloe shakes her head, Archer starts to smile. “Why don’t I show you?”