"Punishment"

That night, the house felt heavier than usual.

I lay in my bed, still wearing the soft white panties I had deliberately put on that morning. The defiance from earlier had started to fade, replaced by a nervous flutter in my stomach. I knew Louis wasn’t the type to let my disobedience slide. The way he had looked at me during dinner calm on the surface, but with that dark hunger burning underneath — told me he was planning something.

I had just started drifting off when I heard it.

The unmistakable sound of the bedroom door down the hall opening and closing. Then the low murmur of voices....