His mouth was dry from watching her. He’d heard a noise and seen her run out of the room, and when she came back she was flushed and panting. He couldn’t believe the meathead was staying! She was letting him stay. At least they weren’t together in the bedroom. Candace was old-fashioned, not slutty like other girls. He’d seen those women on the streets, they’d ask him if he wanted to have a good time. As if he would dirty himself with them. No, he wasn’t like that. Neither was Candace, she wouldn’t want to do nasty things. She was pure, special. She would make him happy. She wouldn’t want to do those kinds of things because she was a good girl. Wouldn’t make demands on him. He would be the one telling her what she could and couldn’t do.

He watched as she lay back on the bed. She closed her eyes, and her hands drifted up and down her body. She was teasing him again. First with the cripple, and because that hadn’t worked now she was going to try and seduce him. Stupid woman tricks. He would have to let her know that wasn’t going to work. He was the one in control. He made the rules.

His breathing echoed in his ears as she slid under the covers and his breath fogged the glass of her bedroom window. He could tell what she was doing under there. With the way she was wriggling around and how her hands moved. How dare she! That was wrong. It was those books she read putting those kinds of ideas in her head. He’d seen her reading them in bed on other nights. That would stop too, she wouldn’t need to read filth that made her think those things. She could think of ways to serve him, the way she was supposed to. The way a good girl did.

What if she was thinking of him now? His body hardened at the thought of her begging him to touch her. He wouldn’t of course. They didn’t need that kind of perversion. He thought about the shattering glass and hardened more. Yes, she needed punishing. She needed to put his needs first. He’d start by punishing people in the neighborhood, maybe someone she liked.

She was one of those people who cared about others. Hurting someone else would be even worse than hurting her. He’d have to break her, just a little. That would show her.