Kinks: Forced training, toy obsession, voyeurism, power play, punishments, shame kink, obedience, unspoken seduction
Tropes: Taboo guardian-ward setup, found-object temptation, accidental discovery, sexual tension in close quarters, gradual corruption
Perfect. Buckle in.
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Zoey suitcase rolled against the floors as she entered her uncles house, he hadn't even come downstairs to greet her yet.
She cleared her throat.
"Uncle?" She called her voice echoeing.
But she heard nothing.
The place looked like a showroom. It looked minimalistic.
Her parents had warned her: "Don't go snooping. He likes his privacy." But she was a type that never listen.
It was summer, she was going to be stuck here for months and already, she was bored.
He finally appeared as she was dragging her suitcase up the stairs.
He looked tall, he was putting on grey sweatpants and nothing else. It was always grey pants.
She swallowed hard as he walked downstairs. "Hi…"
His eyes slid down to her bare legs putting on a short skirt. "You're early." He smiled at her, the one that sent chills.
"You said four and It's…" she looked at her phone, "...three forty-two."
"Hm." He turned, not bothering to help with her bag. "The guest room is at the end of the hall, don't enter any room apart from my office."
And that was it, he left her carrying her luggages alone.
By nightfall, she was restless. She wasn't a type used to quietness, she was a lousy one.
Dinner had been awkward. He didn't even talk to her, he just called her for dinner and watched her eat correcting the way she held her fork, and left her in silence again.
She wandered round the house exploring the garage, the pantry, the bookshelf filled with books about psychology and military strategy.
But then, she noticed the locked door at the end of the hall, curiosity prickled.
She glanced toward the stairs, Mike was probably asleep by now. Or… working out again.
She had heard the treadmill hours ago.
She found the key slipped under the desk, she opened the lock going in.
It was darker inside with a part of the wall covered with photographs. It was abstract, sensual things in black and white closeups of lips parted, sweat running down a lady skin, ropes digging into a man thighs.
Her cheeks flushed as those pictures reminded her of the porn she had wanted late night rubbing himself.
She turned toward the drawer near the floor, it was cracked open already.
Curiously she walked towards the locker and peeped inside, what she saw made her shocked.
The were collection of objects she had only seen on the website she watched porn from.
They was different kinds of toys, what caught her eyes was a huge one.
Her fingers hovered, trembling as she picked it up holding it in her hand and feeling it.
She picked up a remote control one too bitting her lower lips as she slipped it into her hoodie pocket.
She innocently went back to bed but she couldn't stop thinking about it.
The weight of how it felt, the fact that it had been used maybe with another person.
She remembered how the locker scented as, she rolled over, shutting off the lamp by her bedside.
One hand dipped below the sheets tracing down and then going deeper.
She trembled as she put it below her clit, turning it on.
She arched her back, it felt good but it later became more good, she closed her mouth placing her both hands in her mouth and moaning softly as she turned letting her face into her pillow.
She tried to be quiet but she couldn't help it. "F-fuck—" she muffled a moan trying to be quiet.
She heard a sound but paid no attention to it. She froze realising her door was open.
Mike stood there in the dark, his hand still on the knob.
Her legs were spread wide as the toy buzzed in her, she tried to stop the remote but it was already late.
She couldn't hide it, he already saw her.
He didn't say a word, he just tilted his head slightly trying to understand her.
The toy's vibration slowed to a halt between her legs as she felt shy
She waited for him to yell at her for storming into his office he warned her about.
Instead, he just said in a low, and terrifying voice. "You little brat."
She scrambled, yanking the blanket up over her legs with her heart hammering in her chest.
"I—I wasn't—"
"Don't insult my intelligence." He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft, final click.
He walked toward her slowly, his eyes never leaving her face, "I told you not to go into my office."
"I was just… I mean, it was open—"
His gaze flicked down to the toy still clutched in her pussy but was closed with the blanket with it's wires tangled in the sheets.
"Not only did you snoop…" he murmured, "...you stole from me and then used it without permission, and you couldn't even keep quiet."
He sat on the edge of the bed, completely calm. "Sloppy."
She opened her mouth trying to defend her self but closed it again.
He reached out opening the blanket and plucked the toy from her and held it up in the air between them, letting it dangle.
"You don't even know how to use this properly, do you?"
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "You were using it wrong," he added. "Grinding too fast with shallow pressure and making noise, you were just humping it like a dog in heat."
"Shut up," she snapped too fast as she noticed he had watched her from the very beginning.
He laughed softly amused, "Touchy." he leaned down closely, she could feel his breath graze her lips. "If you want to keep using my things… you'll learn the right way or I'll take them back and punish you for it."
She stared at him with wide eyes, "You're not serious."
His hand slid to her wrist, thumb circling lazily over her pulse.
"I'm very serious," he said. "Let me teach you how to make yourself useful."
She sat on the edge of the bed while he inspected the toy, "Lie on your back," he said.
"I'm not—"
"Lie on your back." he commanded.
She laid back slowly with her arms placed at her sides with parted lips.
"Spread your legs." she obeyed without a sound.
"Good girl." those two words made her heart flip.
He didn't touch her, he handed her the toy again and said, "Show me how you did it."
She hesitated.
"Now."
She pressed it against herself, trying to stay quiet but it was harder now, with his eyes on her.
"No." He leaned in closer his hand over hers. "Like this."
He moved her fingers and adjusted the angle slowing the rhythm.
"Breathe with it," he said softly. "Let it build, don't rush it."
She trembled, her thighs quivering beneath the sheets.
Her breath hitched as she vibrated trying to touch herself."I—I can't—"
"Yes, you can." he increased the pace.
She wriggled as she was nearing her release, Mikes eyes burned into her "Look at me when you are about to cum."
She turned looking at him as her back arched making her a moaning mess, her eyes locked on his as she finally let it all go.
Her whole body shook from the aftershocks.
She didn't even realize she was crying until he reached out and wiped the tear off her cheek with his thumb.
"Better," he said quietly. "But you've got a long way to go."