Chapter 13 A Package
Claire
Over the days that passed, Ian barely came home anymore, and of course Riette noticed.
“It seems Dad has become really busy these past few days,” he said one afternoon, watching me.
I forced a smile and nodded. “You know your father has a lot of business and people to take care of, dear. He’s just stressed, that’s all,” I lied blatantly at him.
He nodded slowly, then added, “I’ve noticed you two don’t act the way you used to.” He looked me straight in the eye. “Is something wrong?”
I froze. I didn’t know how to answer, so I just stared back at my son.
Luppy cut in right then. “Will you stop asking your mom so many questions and go eat your lunch?”
I turned to her and whispered, “It’s okay,” then looked back at Riette.
“There’s no such thing, honey. Your father and I are fine.”
He nodded again and gave a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. This was exactly what I had been trying to protect him from all along.
“Okay then, I’ll head to the kitchen,” he said and walked off.
Luppy patted my arm gently. “You need to stay strong for your children, ma’am, I'll go cheer him up.” she offered as she followed him and I sigh hard.
‘I am going to call Ian right now and tell him to come home, or tomorrow I’m marching straight to his office,’ I thought.
Just then my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and my heart skipped.
I knew that number.
I slowly brought the phone to my ear.
“Mrs. Claire,” Liam said, voice low.
I swallowed hard. “What is it?”
He chuckled. “It’s time.” and just like that he hung up.
Time for what? My face twisted in confusion.
A second later a message came in: an address, followed by
‘A package will arrive at your house. Wear what’s inside when you come to me.’
I furrowed my brows. A package?
The doorbell rang that very instant.
“I’ll get it!” I called, hurrying to the door. A neat box sat on the doorstep. The delivery guy was already driving away.
I snatched it up, wondering what on earth it could be, and carried it straight upstairs to my bedroom, and locked the door.
I sat on the bed, tore the wrap open, and gasped.
Inside was the tiniest, laciest scrap of nothing, something a stripper would wear, barely any material at all.
Another message buzzed:
‘Did you like my gift?’
Gift? I wanted to scream.
A second message followed immediately:
‘You have 2 hours to show up wearing that, Mrs. Claire. Do it fast if you don’t want your kids to see you moaning for another man.’
In anger, I threw the phone across the room and buried my face in my hands.
This was worse than anything I’d imagined, even though I said I was going to enjoy it.
I forced myself to go downstairs. Luppy saw my face and knew instantly.
“Luppy, I’ll be leaving soon. There’s… somewhere I have to be.”
She gave me a knowing look and nodded.
“Right now?” Riette asked, appearing behind her.
“Yeah, something urgent came up at the office,” I lied.
He gave me a strange look. “Mom, it’s Saturday.” he says, catching me off guard as I find a thing or two to say.
“Yeah, I know honey, but it's really urgent,” I insisted, trying to sound convincing.
He sighed. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You and Dad just keep leaving me alone in this huge house.”
Luppy swatted him lightly. “And what am I, a statue?”
I let out a weak chuckle. Every second I wasted, the clock was ticking.
“I gotta go change, I'm so sorry” I said quickly and hurried back upstairs.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.
When I reached the bedroom I picked up the phone and miraculously was still working, another message had been sent and it read:
‘Tie your hair in a ponytail.’
Who does he think he is, ordering me around like this?
The man who has a video of me completely losing control, begging for things I never should have wanted, that’s who.
I pulled my hair into a high ponytail.
I stripped off my clothes in the bedroom, hands shaking as I pulled on the scraps of lace he’d sent.
I stepped in front of the mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back.
The “bra” was nothing but thin straps that framed my breasts instead of covering them; my nipples poked straight through the open cups. The panties were worse—just a few black strings that left my pussy and ass completely bare. I turned; my entire backside was exposed, the straps doing nothing but framing everything.
I felt like a stranger. A shameless one.
I grabbed the longest coat I owned from the closet, threw it on, and buttoned it all the way to my throat.
One more glance in the mirror. On the outside I looked normal. Respectable.
I cleared my throat and walked out.
Downstairs Riette was sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, playing games.
“What should I bring you when I get back?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Just go, Mom,” he muttered without looking up.
I ruffled his hair, grabbed my keys. “Take care of Luppy and yourself, okay?”
I slipped out to the garage, climbed into the car, and drove.
The address he sent led far out of town—nearly an hour of empty roads lined with thick bushes. I had no idea where I was.
Finally a house appeared. Before I could even honk, the gate slid open. I pulled into the driveway and stopped.
A man I’d never seen before stood on the pavement, tall and expressionless.
“Mr. King has been waiting,” he said with a curt nod, then opened the front door for me.
He didn’t follow. The door shut behind me with a heavy thud.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
Footsteps echoed on the marble floor. I turned.
There he was.
He stopped a few feet away, eyes raking over me.
“You got here faster than I expected,” he said, voice low.
He was wearing a tight black shirt that clung to every muscle and loose gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the growing bulge.
I lifted my chin. “Well, I’m here. Just get this over with.”
He smiled, slow and dangerous. “I like to take my time when it comes to getting my pleasure, Mrs. Claire.”
His gaze slid over me again. “Did you wear what I sent?”
I swallowed and nodded once.
He laughed under his breath, licking his lips, pure hunger on his face.
“Right now your husband is balls-deep in Pattie,” he said casually. “And in a minute you’ll be taking me. Funny how that works, isn’t it?”
I stayed silent.
“So, Mrs. Claire,” he continued, voice dropping, “take off the coat.”
My eyes widened. “Right here?”
He repeated “Right here. Right now.”
My fingers shook as I reached for the buttons. One by one they opened.
I let the coat slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor.
The cool air hit my bare skin. I stood there in nothing but those obscene straps.
He didn’t speak. Just stared, eyes dark, then turned.
“Follow me,” he ordered.
My legs obeyed before my mind could argue. I followed him deeper into the house.
He stopped in front of a heavy black door and turned slowly, eyes raking over me again.
“I’m about to show you my world, Mrs. Claire. You should be thanking me.”
He pushed the door open and motioned for me to go first.
Whatever sick thing he had planned, I was going to obey. He held all the power now. My life was literally in his hands.
I stepped past him.
SMACK.
His palm cracked across my bare ass so hard I jolted forward, spinning around in shock.
“Keep walking, woman,” he rasped, voice rough.
The sting burned across my skin. I knew it would leave a bright red handprint.
I forced my legs forward.
The moment I crossed the threshold my mouth fell open.
The room was drenched in deep red: walls, ceiling, lights. In the center stood a massive bed with black silk sheets. All around it were things I’d only ever seen in whispered rumors: cuffs hanging from chains, paddles and whips on the wall, strange benches and restraints, toys I couldn’t even name.
I may be “old,” but I knew exactly what I was looking at.
He stepped in behind me, shut the door with a soft click, and pressed his body against my back. His hands slid up and cupped my bare breasts, fingers immediately finding my nipples and pinching hard.
His mouth brushed my ear.
“This is my world, Mrs. Claire,” he whispered, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I whimpered. “And I’m going to teach you every single inch of it.”