"Not after your family ruined my whole life."
"Wait...what?"
"Like you don't know..."
"I wish someone would tell me."
"Fine. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Your father had an affair with my mother. He refused to leave you and your mother, not even when my mom got pregnant with me. He chose you over me, and I grew up without a dad!"
My father died a year ago. He was always a quiet, kind man... but there was some reason he left Blue Haven that they never wanted to tell me.
"Wait...that's not my fault."
"Maybe not. But you got the life I wanted."
"I can't help that either!"
The woman collects Katie, and I follow behind her, trying to get her to say more.
"Does this make us...sisters?"
"I don't believe in family. My mom and I don't even talk."
"Granny is a mean old woman!" Katie says.
The woman pauses at the door, glancing back at me.
"She is. Mean and bitter. And that's all thanks to the (YLN) family. We may be half-sisters, but we'll never be family."
The woman storms out of the library, leaving me stunned. For a long while, I sit, stunned, at my desk.
"I have a half-sister, here in town. I have family alive after all! That's amazing."
As I rush to the bank, my mind turns over the events of the day.
"I thought Blue Haven would be boring, but it's anything but!"
"Ha! You can say that again."
I stop outside the bank, where a man leans against the wall. His name tag reads, 'Steve-Banker'.
"You're Marjorie's brother?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Sorry, I have been through a lot today."
"We call that the Blue Haven treatment. You here to rob me?"
"Huh?"
"Wishful thinking. We've never been robbed, but it seems exciting."
"I'm here to save my house."
"Let's see what I can do."
He leads me into his office where he sits back in his chair like I'm the oldest of friends.
"What can I help you with?"
I need him to sign my grant paperwork so I can get the money to repair my house...and future B&B.
"Bang Chan said we should talk. I need a 2nd council member to sign my grant request."
"I'm listening..."
I've got his attention, and Bang Chan said he just needs a fact-based presentation to sign!
"We're losing tourist money by only having one B&B that can only accommodate two guests at a time. During the blueberry festival, visitors have to stay in the next town over, Green Valley. If we had another B&B, our tax dollars would shoot up 75% per year!"
"Tax dollars are good for city projects..."
I've done my research, I know just the projects he likes.
"Exactly! Like the beautification program, and the school band!"
"The school band has been underfunded for too long!"
"...I could invite the kids from band to perform at my B&B during special occasions! I just need to restore it, first, and for that, I need money."
"You've made a great case. I'll sign."
As he signs the paperwork, a shrill voice travels into the room. In the main lobby, Marjorie stands, ringing the bell over and over again and calling Steve's name.
"What the hell is SHE doing here? Steve, she's a pornographer, you idiot!"
His demeanor changes at once.
"Ms. (YLN), the bank is closed. I have to ask you to leave."
"Steve...I thought we were becoming friends."
"He can't be friends with you!" Marjorie glares at me.
"I can, Marjorie, but that's not what's happening here. Ms. (YLN) was already leaving, I assure you."
At my house, I dive into the repairs once again while I wait for Bang Chan. Near the time he's supposed to come, I glance down at my clothes.
He said to wear something sexy...
I quickly run upstairs to change into something sexy but I can move around in for repairs. When I answer the door, he looks me up and down, eyebrow peaked.
"You said to wear something nice."
"You listened. Good girl."
The praise sends a bolt of lightning right to my core.
"Patience is a virtue. We have work to do."
Bang Chan works on the wall plumbing while I manage the flood damage. At one point, I pass Bang Chan a hammer, and let my grip suggestively slide off the handle.
"You make it very difficult to concentrate on my job."
"Whoops."
"I should be able to make a lot of headway on your pips tonight...
"That's if I don't distract you."
"Are you plannin' to?"
"Well...only if you want me to be distracted from work."
"I think we can do both work and play, don't you?"
Laughing nervously, I return to my unfinished project: staining a chair.
"You're really good at all of this. Would you do any of this if you had the money to pay for someone else?"
"I like renovating. I know it is crazy ambitious to start a business this way, but it's important to me."
"I get you. I'm running my own plumbing business. Costs add up faster than you think."
"Mr. Fancy Business Owner."
"Don't you forget it."
The dominant tone comes out again, and a rush of adrenaline fills me. Bang Chan's eyes flare, and he licks his lips.
"We have unfinished business, you know."
"I think I need a reminder."
Bang Chan smiles, grabs my shoulders and turns me around to face him, then leans down to press his lips against mine. He teases the entrance to my mouth with his tongue. I open my mouth and slowly move my tongue in tandem with his. He threads his fingers through my hair, and I follow suit.
"May I?"
I look down to see he is sneaking his hand under my shirt, and I nod. Bang Chan presses me back against the wall, his hand trailing up my skin until it traces the line of my breast. Moaning, he presses his length into me, and the feel of his hardness makes me drip in my panties.
"Bang Chan..."
"Yes?"
"You're turning me on."
"That's the idea."
We crush our lips together until we're panting and out of breath. He pulls me up, making me straddle his waist, his cock pressing against my clothed pussy. I grind into him, making him groan as he grows even harder.
"I'm going to cum right here if you don't stop being so hot."
"What do I get if I make you cum in your pants?"
"Punished, (Y/N). That's not where my cum belongs...and I think you deserve to be punished for even suggesting it."
Bang Chan glances over at my bookshelves in the new den, then goes over to pull a book off them. It's a historical fiction: another erotica. 'Total Eclipse of the Tart'. "
"Oh? I didn't peg you for historical fiction."
"People don't normally peg me, period."
Suddenly, Bang Chan spins me around so that my back is to him and I'm leaning against the shelf. He whispers into my ear, sending a shiver through me. I feel a warmth in my core and press my legs together.
"I'm going to teach your ass a lesson with these books you love so much."
His voice rumbles through me as I imagine him spanking me with the novel.
"I'm going to spank your ass so hard, you'll never forget. And you know what else? You're going to like it."
He yanks my shorts down and examines my ass, then rubs the cover of the book against it. I rub my ass against Bang Chan, eager to feel the slap of the book.
"You're going to take these spankings like a good girl, aren't you?"
His low rumble makes me quiver in anticipation as his hand traces up my leg.
"This tart has been getting bold recently."
Bang Chan smacks the book against my ass. The flat surface makes a crisp sound as my cheeks jiggle.
"Bang Chan!"
Smack! Bang Chan hits me again before I can say more.
"Tell me you haven't had this fantasy, (Y/N)."
"I can't. Because that would be a lie."
Bang Chan massages where he spanked me, the spot now tender.
"Good girl."
He continues his onslaught, spanking me until my ass is perfectly pink.
"You're being such a good girl, aren't you?"
"I want to be bad."
"But you love following my orders, don't you? That's not bad. That's very, very good... Now, (Y/N), do you want to know what good girls get?"