CHAPTER 2

This is the beginning of my unholy cravings and desires.

The living room felt smaller the moment my parents sat down. Uncle Ken offered them cold drinks, but Dad refused politely.

“We won’t stay long,” Dad said in his strict military tone. “We just wanted to drop her off and make sure everything is clear.”

Uncle Ken nodded, his massive arms crossed over his bare chest. His muscles flexed naturally with the movement.

I couldn’t stop staring. Drops of sweat still shone on his abs, and that deep V-line kept pulling my eyes lower.

My pussy throbbed just looking at him.

My parents never told me what Uncle Ken was really like. But right now, all I can say is this was the best decision they’ve ever made and it’s going to be the most delicious punishment of my life.

Dad turned to me with a serious face.

“Hilda, you will obey every single rule Uncle Ken gives you. No arguments. No sneaking around. He’s doing us a big favor by taking you in for this week. If I hear any complaints from him, the punishment when you get home will be much worse.”

I rolled my eyes in my head but nodded quietly, my heart already racing.

Dad didn’t need to say anything else. I would obey Uncle Ken… no matter what he asked. Even if he told me to slide my panties down right there and take his thick cock like a good girl.

Mom gave me a quick hug. “Be good, darling. Call us if you need anything… well, if Uncle Ken allows it.”

They stood up. My heart started beating faster as I realized what was happening. They were really leaving me here. Alone. With this walking sex god who was supposed to “discipline” me.

Uncle Ken walked them to the door. I followed slowly behind, my eyes glued to his wide back and the way his trousers hung low on his hips. I could see the top of his firm ass.

God, he looked even better from behind.

At the gate, Dad shook Uncle Ken’s hand again.

“Thanks, Ken. Be firm with her. She needs it.”

“I will,” Uncle Ken replied, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Mom waved at me one last time. The car started, and they drove off. The gate closed with a loud clang. Now it was just me and Uncle Ken.

The air suddenly felt thick and hot. I stood there awkwardly, holding my small bag, not knowing what to do. Uncle Ken turned around slowly and looked at me. His dark eyes scanned my body from head to toe — my tight top that showed a bit of my cleavage, my short skirt, and my smooth legs.

“So… Hilda,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Your father told me everything. Watching porn. Touching yourself in the living room like a naughty little girl. Disrespecting your parents.”

I swallowed hard. My cheeks burned, but my pussy got wetter at the way he said “naughty little girl.”

“I’m twenty, Uncle Ken,” I said, trying to sound brave. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

He stepped closer. His tall, muscular body towered over me. I could smell his scent from the air as he stepped closer. It made my nipples harden under my top.

“While you’re under my roof,” he said slowly, “you are whatever I say you are. And right now, you’re a spoiled, horny little brat who needs proper discipline.”

I bit my lip. My heart was racing. Part of me wanted to run, but the bigger part wanted him to bend me over right there.

He reached out and took my bag from my hand like it weighed nothing. His fingers brushed mine, and I felt a spark.

“Follow me,” he ordered.

I walked behind him into the house. My eyes kept dropping to his ass and thick thighs. We went upstairs to a simple but clean bedroom.

“This is where you’ll sleep,” he said, dropping my bag on the bed. “You will keep this room spotless. No phone. No laptop. No touching yourself without permission. Do you understand?”

“Without permission?” I whispered, shocked but excited.

Uncle Ken turned to face me fully. His eyes were intense. “That’s right. You’ve lost all your rights here, Hilda. If you behave, maybe I’ll be gentle with your punishment. If you don’t…” He let the words hang in the air.

I shifted on my feet, pressing my thighs together. I was getting soaked.

He noticed. A small, dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

“Already turned on?” he asked quietly. “Your father warned me you were a handful. Looks like he was right.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at his powerful chest, imagining running my tongue over those hard abs.

Uncle Ken stepped even closer until I could feel the heat from his body. “Take off your shoes and get comfortable. We’re starting your discipline tonight.”

My voice came out shaky. “What… what kind of discipline?”

He leaned down slightly, his deep voice right next to my ear.

“The kind that bad girls like you secretly crave.”