Free Big Sky by Kitty Thomas

Luke,” she said. He hadn’t moved from his spot on the stairs.
    He held her gaze and shook his head in disapproval. “Goodnight, Sir .”
    Something strange fluttered in her stomach at him still wanting the formal address. She didn’t want to dissect it. “G-goodnight, Sir.”
    He simply nodded his approval.
    As she walked past him, he slid a hand under her dress to feel the wetness sliding down her thighs, then he let her continue on her way. She wanted to melt into the floor. If he’d had any doubt of her reaction to his perverted home movie, it was gone now.
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    The only light filtering into Veronica’s room was from the full moon. She’d held her breath when she’d heard him come up the stairs, both afraid he’d come into her room and afraid he wouldn’t. If he came inside, she was scared of what he’d do to her, or make her do. If he didn’t come to her, was he rejecting her? Something in that scenario was more upsetting than it should have been.
    His footsteps stopped just outside her room, and an eternity passed before she heard him change direction and go into his own room.
    She let out a sigh of relief, but then unexpected tears slipped down her cheeks and onto her pillow. She was mortified. She tried to console herself with the fact that it wasn’t her fault. He’d made her watch the video. But it didn’t help. She still felt dirty. Once they’d crossed that threshold and he’d known without any doubt the things that made her hot, turning away from her was too humiliating. He’d somehow found her lacking.
    The throbbing started between her legs again, and somehow the embarrassing thing she’d just experienced, mixed with the video into a new fantasy in her mind, with Luke’s nasty voice in her ear whispering awful things while she rubbed her clit.
    She jumped when a doorknob turned; her hand stilled under the covers. A shadow fell over her, and Luke entered the room through the balcony. She was afraid he’d notice if she jerked her hand away, so instead she pressed it flat against her mound, hoping the blankets would camouflage what she’d been doing.
    He flipped on the light and stood over her. Before she could protest or find a way to covertly move her hand from between her legs, he ripped the blankets away to reveal her fingers underneath her panties and a nearly transparent T-shirt she’d found in the drawer. Her nipples must be erect and clearly visible through the shirt as worked up as she’d become.
    “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”
    “N-no, Sir.”
    “Were you thinking about what you just saw down there?”
    She hesitated and then slowly nodded.
    “Speak,” he said, as if he were training a small dog.
    She wanted to argue and protest, to yell and curse at him. She wanted to throw a bedside lamp and watch as shards of glass cut the side of his face. Instead she said, “Yes, Sir.” Her breath came out labored when she spoke.
    She started to move her hand away.
    Luke’s eyes were hard. “No. Now that you’ve been caught, I want you to leave your fingers buried in your pussy. I want you to be very aware of what I caught you doing so you can’t deny it later.”
    He retreated to the rocking chair in the far corner and sat, keeping his eyes on her. “Is this the first time you’ve had fantasies like this?”
    “No, Sir.”
    “Take off your panties, spread your legs, and finish.”
    Veronica bolted off the bed and ran for the door. She turned the knob, but Luke’s hand pushed the door closed, his weight pressed against her.
    “You can’t run from me, princess. Where would you go?”
    “Please, I can’t do this.”
    “Tell me why.”
    She choked the words out. “I can’t give in. I don’t want to be that girl.”
    “You are that girl. The only way you’ll ever be satisfied is to embrace it.”
    “No.”
    “Yes.” His hand stroked over her bottom, then before she could protest again, he slid her panties down. “I don’t