Page 181 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

“You didn’t follow directions,” he murmurs, voice calm. “Now you need to take your punishment.”

I swallow, trembling—not from fear.

Not really.

It’s the danger—the ache of wanting something I shouldn’t—that trips my pulse.

He releases my nipple with a pinch that makes me arch.

Then he stands, looming over me.

“We’re going to see how well you can obey now,” he says, voice like smoke. “Are you ready, Sunshine?”

My stomach knots. My heart hammers. But I nod.

Because I want it. I need it.

Whatever’s about to happen, I’ll take it to keep feeling this.

He smiles behind the mask—a shift I feel more than see.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I do it, settling against the cool sheets, baring myself, heart pounding so hard it might be audible.

“Wider,” he says, an edge in his tone.

I shift my knees farther apart, burning with the shame of letting him see me like this.

“Good girl,” he praises, making my feet flex.

He opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out my pink vibrator.

My whole body locks up.

“I’m going to watch you fuck yourself.”

“I—” My voice cracks. “I’ve never... in front of someone. I don’t know if I can.”

I say it because I can’t bear to disappoint him.

But he just chuckles—dark and knowing.

“That won’t be a problem tonight, Sunshine. Now, touch yourself with it.”

I lick my lips, hand trembling as I slip it between my legs and turn it on. The first touch makes me gasp.

“Slow,” he says, arms crossed, watching like a king. “Close your eyes, baby.”

I do, circling my clit, trusting he’ll keep his distance.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Now a little harder. Press into it.”

I obey, my body responding more easily than it ever has.

A whimper breaks from my throat.

“Slide two fingers inside. Slow. Stretch yourself.”

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