(Bonus Chapter) A wolf in the den

Lydia sat opposite the man who had made her urinate on herself in front of two strangers and listened to him share a joke with her father. She bounced her foot off the cold linoleum beneath her, keeping the blood flowing. He liked her to be barefoot when around him. She felt the tight press of her blouse against her so painfully-obviously erect nipples. She was never to wear any underwear in his sight and to always buy tops one size too small... She had also been slowly popping one button loose after another... all evening. That wasn't an order... but was one of the extra little games she came up with, for his entertainment. Mr Gregory said that was what made her the best: inspiration! By the end of the meal she only had one button left… she tapped a fingernail against it absentmindedly as her breasts strained against their confinement.

She watched her mother throw herself over her teacher at his every joke, giggling more like a schoolgirl than Lydia ever did. She wondered if perhaps her mom would try to have an affair with him. That her parents would get divorced and then that man would move in and become her new father. She imagined crawling to his bed and calling him 'Daddy'. He would break her mother soon enough, then the two of them would be his pets. They would live off just his wage while the two of them were chained and bound all day, coming alive only when their master was back home… Lydia’s breath caught in a gasping sigh at just the thought, a little too loudly. The girl had set herself all aflush with just her own wild imaginings, drawing the attention of the whole table. She caught Mr Gregory looking over with a wicked grin, where her parents wore only expressions of concern. He let her writhe for a second or two... trapped in the certainty that he knew exactly what sort of things were running through her head… then asked her to pass the salt, diffusing the situation.

Even now, some part of Lydia couldn’t quite believe what had become of her. Finding herself set simmering upon the edge of orgasm by her own twisted thoughts, even as she sat amongst her kin. All because of the wolf she had invited upon herself. She tried to think back to the kind of concerns that would once have been boiling through her head: Silly prancing boys and the inane squabbles her fellow cheerleaders were embroiled in. It all seemed so grey and plastic. So far from the stark blacks and whites of the times she got to spend with Sir. Then there were only two states: when she’d done right and when she’d done wrong. If she was good she was rewarded. If not she was punished. There could be nothing so simple as that.

Mr Gregory smiled sweetly at her as dessert was served. Making certain to carefully admire how little there was stopping that last button popping off, possibly blinding the table with a vision of her budding young breasts bouncing free. So he approved of her little act of daring then… that was good. Though Lydia was sure she would also receive some punishment for ‘endangering the arrangement’. Ups and downs. Risks and rewards. The girl shivered at the thought that she was already looking forward to the sting of a hand or paddle… or even a belt. Pain and pleasure… they too were just two sides of the same coin to her now. He left them with the dishes, patting her father on the back and kissing mother on the cheek. They both questioned her flushed cheeks, but this just won her leave to go up to bed as soon as their guest had left... Of course she snuck out the window in just her nightclothes a short while later.

Scanning the horizon for nosy neighbours, Lydia still practically skipped over to where his car was parked. She knew what was expected by now and jumped up straight over his lap as the door was opened. She slipped him straight inside herself and proceeded to buck up and down upon his shadow-cast form. If anyone had walked past there wasn't a chance she wouldn't be seen... But nobody did walk past. After quite some time he finally groaned and shot a load right into her depths. He made her take contraceptives because he said getting pregnant would 'ruin her chances', but she occasionally wished that one of these days would be the one that they failed... So he would have to keep her as a plaything. She weaved through that naughty thought as the waves of pleasure seeped out through both of them. He would give her 20 strikes for that thought, if he heard it... Perhaps she would let it slip out at some point...

Through the back window, across the dark street, she saw the lights of her own porch flicker on. As she felt the cum of her teacher cool down within the depths of her passages, Lydia watched her dad hover outside for a smoke.