To Disappear by Natasha Rostova

a firebrand. She felt like a wayward child who had misbehaved and was now required to await punishment for her wrongs.
    At his curt instruction she went into the house, her heart beginning to pound hard as she entered the library.
    Preston was waiting for her, his thighs propped against the oak desk, his eyes narrowed as he watched her approach. He nodded towards an armchair, and Lydia lowered herself into the plush comfort of it, suddenly wishing she hadn’t previously behaved so rashly.
    Preston rapped out an order, and Lydia’s fingers flew to the buttons of her dress. She unfastened each tiny disc again, revealing her nakedness to him once more, her legs parted in symbolic invitation, her skin gleaming with sweat from the haste of her flight. Preston’s blue eyes raked over her, lingering at the savory apex of her thighs, spread for his viewing.
    A tight smile twisted his mouth. ‘You think I’m going to punish you now, don’t you?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘Do you think you deserve it?’
    Lydia’s eyes flashed, but she nodded.
    ‘I’d like to do it now, of course. However, I find it far more interesting if one is required to wait. I think you’ll be far more inclined to be compliant if you know that a punishment is awaiting you, and that I might choose to carry it out at any time.’ He smiled again and rubbed his palm against the front of his trousers. ‘The mere thought of it excites me.’
    He approached her chair, stopping in front of her so that she was at eye-level with the bulge in his crotch. She fought the urge not to recoil, suddenly wishing for the presence of Gabriel or even Kruin, for she did not relish the idea of being alone with Preston in any capacity. Her fingertips dug into the velvet arms of the chair, her body tensing as Preston reached out to flick his fingers over her nipple.
    ‘Come now, Lydia,’ Preston said, ‘I won’t punish you today, but I do think you owe me something for having acted the way you did.’ With that proclamation lingering in the air he unzipped his trousers, releasing his penis, which quivered for release. He grasped the root of the stalk in his hand, leisurely stroking the stiff member up to the tip, from which a pearl of moisture began to leak.
    Apprehension lit in Lydia’s eyes, causing Preston to smile. Although he was not quite as well endowed as Gabriel or Kruin, they both knew he had an edge over her that the other two men lacked.
    ‘You were always so proud, weren’t you, Lydia?’ he said.
    ‘Was I?’
    ‘So proud that you wouldn’t fuck around when we were younger. They all talked about you, you know, how untouchable you were, how haughty. I remember a bet once; who could touch your cunt first. The problem was that no one could decide on how to prove the winner.’
    A sick feeling of loathing rose in Lydia’s throat.
    ‘I suppose none of us would have won in the end, would we?’ Preston continued thoughtfully, his hand still sliding up and down the stout stalk of his penis. ‘After all, you were too busy sucking lovely Cassie’s pussy, weren’t you?’
    ‘Christ, Preston, I hate you,’ Lydia complained.
    ‘Do you?’ Preston scoffed mildly. ‘So do you want to leave here, then?’
    Lydia fought to regain control over herself, her breathing hard as defiance raged in her. She stared at the swollen member in front of her face, trying to somehow distance the organ from the man who possessed it. She closed her eyes, and an unbidden reminder of the means by which she had arrived at this place returned to haunt her. She had been overconfident; she thought she was covering her tracks so cleanly that no one would ever unearth her as the culprit embezzler. And this, here, now, was her lengthy punishment, her exile from the world.
    A heavy silence hung around her as she opened her eyes and parted her lips.
Chapter 4
    Preston smiled as he nudged the knob of his prick into Lydia’s gorgeous mouth. Dribbles of semen coated her tongue, and she