think happens to naughty girls around these parts?” Her body suddenly stiffens, as she realizes today might not pan out exactly how she thought it would. Oh dear. That is too bad.
“You can’t touch me. I have your phone. It’s locked away somewhere safe. Keep your distance, Dumortier.” Funnily enough, she doesn’t pull away as she says those words, and her eyes are still on my lips. The old Dumortier charm is alive and well.
“Do you really think I’d leave my cell in my pocket, all nice and neatly wrapped up, just waiting for you to steal it, Elizabeth? Come on now, you know me better than that. You can’t con a conman, Ms. Sharkey. By the way, you need to work on your technique. You’re a bit heavy-handed and out of practice, I’m afraid.”
“So, it wasn’t your phone?” Her voice has gone from bold and determined, to rather squeaky and desperate.
“It’s a clone of my phone. It has the videos on there, but not a lot else. I’d keep it safe if I were you.”
“You set me up,” she whispers.
“I’m not an amateur, Elizabeth. You know that. I just wanted to see if you’d do it.” Positioning my finger under her chin, I tip her head up until a pair of rather distressed amber eyes hit mine. God, they look wonderful when immersed in fear. They’re going to look even better in a few minutes’ time, too.
“So, do I get bonus points for trying to take my fate back into my own hands?” At the moment, she’s desperately trying to find a way to wriggle herself out from under my clutches. I wish her luck with that.
“Well, that is a good question,” I say, as my thumb feathers across her skin. “In all honesty, you should. It was a sensible move, orchestrated fairly quickly, and if I wasn’t an expert in pick-pocketing myself, you might almost have gotten away with it.”
“But?” Her face is pretty as a picture, if you’re a fan of Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream.’ Her lips are round and wide, her eyes horrified, and the lines upon her forehead look a little strained. Poor baby.
“Butt. That’s the right word. That’s how I’m going to punish you, poppet. I can’t have you going around trying to do a number on me. You are mine for the month. That’s the deal. Wherever I want, whenever I say. There is no get-out clause. In that time, I expect you to be obedient to my every command, and I also expect you not to fuck me over at any given opportunity. If you make that mistake again, those video clips will be posted all over the office and on social media, and that’s a promise. Do you understand?” She’d better. I’m not giving her another warning.
“I understand,” she whispers.
She doesn’t. “Really, that’s what I should be doing now. I think that naughty, wet pussy would look heavenly draped all over Facebook and Twitter. Did you watch the videos all the way through, by the way?”
She shakes her head slowly. “I haven’t figured out how to get through your passcode yet. I was going to give it to one of the tech guys this afternoon.”
“I wouldn’t,” I say, smirking. “I had a lot of fun with some extra-large dildos and whipped cream.”
“Oh God.” Elizabeth’s face looks ashen.
“Then I found some other pervertables in the kitchen, and I had a little fun with those, too. Some fit, some didn’t.”
“Oh God, oh God.” Elizabeth clasps her hands over her mouth and blinks, as if she can’t believe what I’m saying. In actuality, she’s right and I’m making all of this shit up, but she doesn’t know that, and it’s unlikely that she’s going to find out either. The phone I gave her is almost un-hackable. You’d have to be Russian or Chinese to get into that thing, and you’d also have to have a lot of time on your hands.
“Why did you let me steal it in the first place?” That question is mumbled through her fingers, but it’s not difficult to understand. I’ve been ready for it.
“So I could punish you when you got caught in the act, of course. Why else?” Why else indeed…
“What are you going to do to me?” Elizabeth’s lip wobbles as she finally realizes she’s in deep shit.
Flipping the lock on my door, I grasp her arm and pull her towards my desk.
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be any fun.” Her feet totter forwards on her