Chapter 26: 🌶️ A dangerous game begins

I rush up the stairs, still reeling from what just happened downstairs. My body’s on fire, breath uneven, pants way too fucking tight. Emma—her arched back, her slow movements, that look she gave me when she stood up ... It all keeps looping in my head.

I slam my bedroom door shut and drop onto the bed. I’m burning up. Too hot. My erection is unbearable, and ignoring it isn’t even an option.

My phone is right there, within reach. I grab it, the screen lighting up instantly.

ForFansOnly.

Her profile. Emmy.

The free photos are enough. I open the first one. A sexy pose, the light accentuating her curves ... her perfect tits. A flawless shot, crafted to turn anyone on.

But that’s not what I want.

Not this fucking username. Not some anonymous girl on a screen.

It’s Emma.

Her face floods my mind before I can stop it. Those parted lips, the faint blush on her cheeks, that look she gave me downstairs—half challenge, half amusement.

And just like that, everything fucking snaps.

A shiver rips through me from head to toe. My body reacts instantly—too sensitive, too fucking turned on. A scorching wave crashes over me out of nowhere, my phone slips from my hand, and I cum almost immediately, my breath hitching from the sheer intensity of it. Brutal. Uncontrollable.

I stay still for a few seconds, eyes half-closed, breathing ragged.

But I don’t come down.

She knew exactly what she was doing downstairs. It wasn’t innocent. It wasn’t random. That look, that smirk ... She wanted to see how I’d react. She wanted to test me.

And fuck, she won.

I drag a hand over my face, frustrated, still wired, unable to shake off this tension that refuses to die down. I throw on some joggers and step out of my room, no way I’m sitting here overthinking this shit.

I don’t know what I’m expecting.

But if Emma wants to play, I’m ready to see how far she’s willing to go.

When I step into the living room, my dad is slouched in his chair, eyes glued to the TV. From the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans partially drowns out whatever show he’s watching. Emma is on the couch, phone in hand, looking completely absorbed.

But I know she saw me.

The air feels different. Something shifted. Her little stretching act wasn’t innocent, and she knows I figured it out.

I walk over and sit beside her. My dad doesn’t react, still zoned in on the screen. Emma doesn’t turn to me right away either. But I can feel it—she was waiting for me to come.

Finally, she lifts her gaze, slow, deliberate, and leans in just a little. Her scent brushes past me—sweet, familiar.

Emma: “I’m sorry about earlier...”

Her voice is low, hushed—almost shy.

Emma: “I went a little too far ... Said and did some things I probably shouldn’t have.” She pauses, just long enough for her words to settle.

Then, without warning, her teeth catch her lower lip. Quick. Controlled.

Except it’s anything but innocent.

I stare at her. She holds my gaze, steady, waiting—testing me. She wants to see if I get it.

Fuck, of course I get it.

Emma: “I promise I’ll be good now. I’ll stop...” She lets the silence stretch for just a second. Just enough. The faintest smirk flickers at the corner of her lips.

Emma: “ ... bothering you.” A shiver runs through me. Her eyes glint. She’s enjoying this.

Emma: “What I did wasn’t right...” She lowers her head slightly, playing the part perfectly.

Emma: “So if I got what I deserved ... that’s only fair.”

My breath catches for a split second.

She’s talking about my hand on her ass. The spanking.

My body tenses on instinct. I try to keep a neutral expression, but I know she sees right through me. She’s testing me, pushing me ... waiting.

And fuck, she wants more.

Before I can answer, my dad’s voice slices through the moment.

Papa: “What’s with the whispering? You two sound like when you were kids plotting something.” Emma straightens up immediately, looking completely unbothered. I lift my hands, shrugging.

Moi: “Nothing important.” Emma lets out a soft, innocent-sounding laugh.

But when our eyes meet again, her smile says everything she can’t say out loud.

She’s having fun teasing me, testing me, seeing how far she can push before I snap. And fuck, she must know I’m right on the edge.

She’s playing—but does she really understand what happens when you push too far?

And me ... what the fuck am I doing?

I know that if I respond, if I show her I’m stepping into this game, there’s no going back. No more “it was nothing,” no more “let’s just pretend.”

My body is screaming to keep going. My mind hesitates.

Just for a second. Then, I lean in.

Not too fast, not too rough. Just enough. Enough to make her body tense slightly, enough for my breath to ghost over the sensitive skin of her ear.

She doesn’t pull away.

But her smile disappears.

Moi: “You’re right. If you misbehave again, you know what’s coming.” My voice is low, deep, rough. Authoritative.

And right then ... she changes.

I see it.

Her shoulders, relaxed until now, tense—just slightly. Her breath catches for a fraction of a second. Her gaze, playful just moments ago, falters.

She wasn’t expecting this. Not like this.

The silence that follows is too long. She hesitates, weighing my words, letting them sink in. I pull back slowly, watching her reaction.

Her face is flushed. Not just her cheeks—red all the way to her ears. Her fingers tighten around the fabric of her pants. Her eyes shift, unsure, like she’s caught between pushing me further ... Or giving in.

Fuck. She’s not so sure anymore.

A shiver runs through me, but it’s not just excitement. It’s pure adrenaline, a mix of hunger and panic.

My heart is pounding, my breathing is faster, and yet, my body stays completely still. I hold my ground.

She wets her lips—subtly, almost unnoticeable. But this time, it’s not part of the game. It’s nervous.

And then ... she nods.

Slowly.

No words.

No eye contact.

FUCK.

FUCK, she just nodded!?

HOLY SHIT.

A violent shiver rips through me, heat tightening in my stomach, making me instantly hard.