(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“I’m starving,” Lucas exclaimed. “We should head down for breakfast.”
My eyes widened. “Wait! You haven’t even told me what the punishment is,” I cried.
“Why so impatient?” He asked, smirking. “Your punishment will come in due time.”
If I was nervous before, it doubled tenfold now. But tinged within that nervousness was anticipation. I had a feeling that whatever punishment they served on me, I wouldn’t hate it so much.
“Get dressed. Both of you,” he ordered. “Hazel, I’ve picked out your clothes.”
He pointed at the bed where a few pieces of clothes were neatly laid out. I walked over, looking puzzled and shifted through the clothes. At the bottom of the pile, a bra and a pair of panties caught my eye.
My brow jumped up. “You even picked my underwear?” I asked. They looked a little different.
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a very intentional man,” he said.
