Chapter 38 Touch Yourself For Me
Evelyn’s POV
Lorenzo sat up straight, his expression unreadable, brow furrowed. “And may I know what you need it for?”
I froze where I stood, every muscle in my body tightening with anger I couldn’t quite name. It burned in my chest, raw and restless, but I couldn’t tell which part of me was hurting more. Was it the way Kim spoke to me? Or because he sat there as if nothing had happened last night, as if his silence could erase the wrong he’d done?
The thought made my breath hitch, fury bubbling quietly beneath my skin. I clenched my fists, trying to stop myself from saying something I might regret.
“Evelyn, for the last time, answer me.” His tone was sharper now, edged with impatience.
“I…I… just want to call my family,” I stammered.
He laughed softly, disbelief flickering across his face. “No, you will not.”
“Lorenzo, don’t push this,” I snapped, my anger rising higher.
He leaned back in his chair, tone slightly lighter.
“You can ask for every other thing, but I’m never letting you speak to anyone outside this building.”
God.
I took two steps closer, pointing at him, anger burning inside me. “Are you not tired of all this madness?” My chest rose with each word. “When will you stop with these games? Always wanting to control me! You have vowed to make my life a living hell.”
I paced around, roughing my fingers on my hair, before turning to him, without knowing what else to say. “To hell with you, Lorenzo Scofield!” I spat
He didn’t flinch, just sat there with that same calm arrogance that made my blood boil even more.
Before I could even think of challenging him further, he pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. His movements were slow, deliberate, almost rehearsed, and in just a few measured steps, he was standing right in front of me. The air between us thickened, charged with something I couldn’t quite name…..authority, anger, or the quiet danger he carried effortlessly.
“Evelyn Martins,” he called, taking in every inch of me all at once. “It’s now clear that you will never learn if I keep being soft with you.”
My heart hammered from the sheer tension, each beat echoing like a warning. The closer he stepped, the hotter the anger and fear coiled inside me, threatening to spill over.
I didn’t dare look at him. I knew him too well and what he was capable of when angered.
Lorenzo lifted his hand slowly, resting it near my chin with deliberate precision. His jaw clenched, muscles taut with restrained anger, making the space between us almost unbearable.
“You raised your voice at me again, Evelyn,” he said, his tone low and steady. “And you know there are always consequences for that.”
My shoulders fell weakly, like I was already giving up. My tone steady but humbled now, “I…just…..”
“Shhhh,” he interrupted, holding up a finger.
Without another word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing a number with swift authority.
“Gideon,” he said, giving instructions without waiting for a response. “Bring a new phone to my office immediately.”
My eyes widened. How could it really be that easy? Was he actually getting the phone for me?
Before I could even ask, his phone was back in his pocket, and his eyes returned to me.
“It’s time.”
I squinted. “Time for what?”
“For your lessons,” he said calmly.
“Wait…..what?” I placed my hand on his chest to stop him from coming closer. “But I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Oh, my little human…you’ve done everything wrong,” he said, voice low, controlled, and final.
I tried to pull away, but his hand was quicker, gripping me before I could even react.
“Lorenzo…..”
He didn’t let go. His grip was firm, pulling me closer with an intensity that made my heart race, and he delivered a sharp spank across my ass that echoed in the room, leaving me gasping for air, my body trembling from shock.
“Hope you loved that?” He whispered, his voice low and sharp before he leaned against my ear, with a devilish smirk resting on his face.
I shook my head, half angry, half stunned at how calm he remained, like nothing could rattle him. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself.
He didn’t move away. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the distance between us with a precision that made my heart pound. The air seemed to thicken, charged with his authority, and I felt every instinct in my body screaming to run.
“Tell me…..” his breath lingered between us. “Why exactly are you angry this early morning?”
His hand found my waist again and he slammed me hard against his temple. I jerked up with my eyes wide open as I rested my hands on his chest, forcing to take in some air.
“Was it because I left you last night?”
I nearly rolled my eyes. At least he still remembered that he actually did something wrong last night.
Lorenzo pulled me closer to him, pressing so tight that our body almost became one. “My little princess is already craving for daddy’s attention….” He sang it out.
He lowered his hand and before I could find words his hands were already beneath my robe, lifting it high that I forgot every reason to fight him off and regain control.
With slow deliberate motion. Lorenzo’s fingers were brushing my core, his eyes piercing into mine making me arch up for more.
His fingers smoothly drew my skin apart before pressing deep inside, followed by a maddening stroke that was sudden, firm, and unrelenting, making me flinch at the sharp sting that followed. “Ouch…..” The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it, my breath catching in shock.
“What now?” He thrusted again. “You were too loud just a few minutes ago. What’s stopping you from challenging me.” He said, holding strongly around my waist as he continued pumping slowly inside me.
My moan grew wild echoing through the walls, the harder I tried to suppress the cry, the louder it came out.
“Lorenzo…..Please…..” I pleaded.
But he wasn’t relenting. His movements grew sharper, his tone rougher, every motion charged with an energy that made it hard to breathe. The moment stretched endlessly, heavy with confusion and a strange kind of pull I couldn’t name, something between anger and helplessness that made my chest ache.
“Little human,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rasped against my ear, raw and unrestrained. “Even in the morning……you are still fucking tight and wet.”
He gave me a deep thrust that made me jerk up, clutching at his strong arms. Then, just as abruptly, he stepped back, his expression flat, as if nothing had happened at all. My lips parted in a breathless moan, wondering why he was stopping, why he’d leave me trembling like this.
“What….what are you doing to me?” I dragged out the words, my body still shaking from the aftermath of what his fingers have done inside me.
The corner of his eye wrinkled, with a wicked smirk. “Calm down shawty….we are just starting.” He groaned. “You are yet to carry out your punishment for raising your voice at me.”
My hands searched for anything to hold but still found nothing. “What……?”
I had barely finished my sentence before his orders came in. “Touch yourself for me.” He said it with that composed calm of his, as if the word were the most natural thing to say.
My eyes widened in defiance. “What? No. I’m never doing that.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Because I can’t…” I muttered, my voice barely steady.
His face flushed red. “Don’t lie to me, little human. You can, and you’ve done it before. So, you’ll be repeating it here, while I watch.”
I shook my head quickly. “That was a mistake.”
He gave an ugly laugh. “Evelyn, don’t tempt me.” He took a step closer. “Don’t make me force you or you’re never going to like it.”
“Do you hear me?!”
My gaze dropped, the fire in my chest fading into surrender. I knew better than to fight, it would only make him worse.
“Yes…..” I finally said.
His eyes darkened, pinning me in place, a triumphant smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, what?”