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Mollie

I woke up with a pounding headache. Even the slightest amount of sunlight seeping through my curtains hurt my eyes. Hmm I always knew I was meant to be in that one vampire movie. I really wanted to just stay in bed until this feeling went away but my alarm clock read 11:00 A.M., and I knew I shouldn't sleep the entire day away no matter how miserable I was. When I tossed the duvet back I shivered as the cold morning air hit my skin. What surprised me was that I was wearing something different. A pair of pajamas I didn't remember changing into. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember much of last night after Mr. Thomas picked me up.

My stomach dropped at the thought. He looked so mad, he didn't even talk to me. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't talk to me again, or even wanted me to move out. What kind of grown man wants to be pulled from home in the middle of the night to pick up a drunk eighteen year from a frat party? Shame washed over me while I sat on the edge of my bed.

My mother wouldn't be proud of me and I could just hear my father's voice spitting out that I'm a dirty whore. My body was achy and tired when I stood, and I became nauseous. Oh no. I cupped my hand over my mouth while I sprinted to the bathroom. I threw the toilet seat up and heaved the contents of my stomach into the bowl. Acid burned my throat, but it didn't stop. I threw up until I was dry heaving into the toilet. This only caused my head to pound more. God, I am never drinking again.

With shaky legs, I inched towards the shower. The hot shower made me feel slightly better as the tension left my shoulders. My feet hurt tremendously from all the walking and dancing last night, but I supposed that was just a piece of my karma. With my loofah and the lavender body wash, I scrubbed all of the sweat and grime off of me. Then I took my rose scented shampoo to wash the sweat and greasy texture from my thick hair.

When I wiped the fog from the mirror, I was shocked to see the reflection looking back at me. My eyes were tired with dark circles sitting beneath them, my skin was paler than normal. Thankfully, that shower left me clean, I smelled a million times better, and my hair was tamed. I took the fluffy towel from the shelf and wiped all the water from my body. I didn't plan on going anywhere today so I just threw on a pair of pink boy shorts, a bra, a tank top, and cotton shorts. This would be more comfortable especially since I didn't feel very well.

I tiptoed down the stairs because I didn't know where Mr. Thomas was, as I made my way to the kitchen. I didn't know what my stomach could handle, but that brown sugar oatmeal sitting in the back of the cabinet sounded so good. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and pulled out the dry mix. I stood on the tips of my toes to be able to reach the bowl on the middle shelf, and was still barely able to reach it. Mr. Thomas wasn't down here so I had no issue helping myself to some breakfast- lunch? Any who, after adding some milk to the oatmeal mix and sticking it in the microwave for a couple of minutes, I just stood there and waited.

Soon enough, the timer went off and I took the warm bowl to the table. I was just about to sit down when I felt a presence behind me. I turned around ever so slowly and sure enough Mr. Thomas was standing behind me. "G-Good morni-ing, sir," I squeaked. He just cocked his head to the left, and then to the right as if he was drinking in the sight of me. "Little one." He greeted me huskily. I felt small standing in front of him, his piercing blue eyes were enchanting as ever even with the sharp expression he wore.

I felt my breathing become uneven when his sandalwood cologne engulfed my senses. He didn't say anything else while he stood there, looking at me. The silence was becoming uncomfortable so I turned back towards the table, but he stopped me before I could sit down. His hands gripped my waist tightly and he drew tiny circles into my hips with his thumbs.

"It's about time you woke up, sweetheart. I think it's time for your punishment." He said sternly, not an ounce of doubt wavered in his voice. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his chiseled muscles underneath his army green t-shirt. My tiny hands gripped onto his shirt ready to push away from him. "What do you m-mean punishment? You can't be serious," my voice shook. Excitement and fear mixed inside of me. I was unsure which one would win, but I couldn't see myself getting out of this. "Bend over, Margaret." He commanded, turning me around and putting his large palm on the small of my back.

Even if I was dressed, I felt rather exposed in this position. I could feel my shorts riding up my butt while I was bent onto the kitchen table. Just as I was pushing myself up, I felt him grip a handful of my hair and force my head to face him. His crotch was nearly level with my face and my mouth went dry being this close to him. Even if I was inexperienced I wanted to lick him up and down. He placed a hand on my bottom, slowly rubbing little circles.

"Do you know why you're in trouble?" He asked. I tried to think of every possible reason from last night, but I was unsure of what he knew. "Y-Yes. I got dr-runk last night and danced w-with Land-" I was cut off with a harsh slap to my butt.

"You danced with who?!" He growled out. I couldn't answer him, my voice was stuck in my throat as I focused on the stinging sensation beneath my clothes. "Landon. I danced with Landon. I don't know what his last name is," I whimpered out.

"What does he look like?" He asked curtly. I tried to think, but it was hard to fully picture him underneath the dark black lights. White and multicolored strobe lights were making it hard to see but he had a lot of tattoos, I think. "Tattoos, he had a lot on his arms and on the back of his head," I described ungracefully. "I-I think he was at the mall the same day w-we were l-last week, sir."

Mr. Thomas breathed out heavily and I saw his eyes darken, almost possessively. His chiseled jaw was clenched tightly, he flexed it every so often. "Phillips." He stated, but I didn't know what he was talking about. "That's his last name," as if he could read the confusion on my face. "I didn't forget how he was looking at you that day, little one," he taunted, tugging my hair a little rougher than before.

"You will stay away from Landon Phillips, if you know what's good for you, Mollie. He'll bring you nothing but trouble, and I didn't appreciate the way he was looking at you. Don't think I didn't fucking notice how you reacted when pretty boy practically eye-fucked you," he spat out.

"What's it to you who takes interest in me?" I moaned out, feeling his grip tighten on my butt. I honestly didn't understand where his concern came from. He let out a rough groan and I met his gaze once more, the intensity they held was overwhelming but I couldn't retreat. This man was such a treat to look at. I loved- Loved? Nevertheless, whatever the correct adjective to use was, I enjoyed the way the stubble decorated his matured face. I just wanted to run my fingers across his jaw to feel it tickle my skin.

"Because little one," he started with a stiff chuckle, as he leaned down, "you broke the rules," he said as his deep voice vibrated, causing me to shudder.

My breath caught in my throat, leaving me unable to speak. He was so close I felt his breath against my skin, his lips were maybe an inch or two away from mine. His eyes kept darting from my eyes to my lips, but I couldn't move, I was afraid to make any contact. His arousal was apparent because I could see the erection forming in his pants. How could I arouse him? I was an orphaned virgin in layman's terms.

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