The Price of Curiosity

Did Anna figure it out that fast? My stomach twisted as I stepped into her room.

A second later, she followed me in and casually shut the door behind her.

I stayed hunched over at the foot of the bed, not daring to stand up straight, afraid any reaction from my body would give me away.

Anna sat on the bed in front of me and crossed her legs. One foot rested right in my line of sight.

Slowly, she lifted it and extended it toward me. The stocking on her foot still looked slightly damp.

"Tell me," she said, her voice calm but sharp, "were you the one who messed with my stockings?"

There was no way I could admit it, so I quickly shook my head. "No. No, it wasn't me."

My hands stayed shoved in my pockets, stiff and awkward.

"Stand up straight. Hands out. And stop hunching over," she said, her tone turning firm.

I pulled my hands out and slowly straightened up. The movement made everything worse. I could feel myself giving it away, and my face instantly burned.

Anna's eyes widened slightly when she saw me.

"And you're still saying it wasn't you?" she said. "Look at you."

"I… I didn't mean to," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, like a kid who had just been caught doing something wrong.

Anna suddenly pressed her foot down on mine, grinding it hard.

"If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Don't you think so?" Her voice was soft, almost teasing, like she was drawing me in on purpose.

The pressure made me tense, and something inside me flared up instantly. It was unbearable, standing there with a woman like her right in front of me, yet not daring to touch her.

I lowered my head and nodded quickly. "Y-yeah… whatever you think is fair."

That only made her laugh. "I like obedient boys," she said lightly.

She lifted her foot again, holding it just in front of me, as if testing how far I would go.

"Let's see how much you really like it."

My breath caught. I reached out instinctively, hands hovering for a second before finally touching, careful, hesitant. I leaned in without thinking, drawn closer by something I could not control.

Just as I was about to get any closer, she pulled back sharply and flicked her foot forward, tapping my face.

"Oh, so you really would? Not so fast."

A wave of frustration hit me. The feeling she had stirred up refused to settle, leaving me restless and on edge.

She watched me with clear amusement, as if enjoying every second of it. "Take your shirt off. Let me see what you're working with."

The bluntness caught me off guard, but I did not hesitate this time. I pulled my shirt off, exposing my build.

Her eyes lingered, openly impressed. "Not bad," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Then, almost playfully, she tapped my shoulder with her heel. "That's what you get for not keeping yourself in check."

The touch was not painful at all. If anything, it only made everything more intense.

I let out a small groan, half real, half exaggerated.

Her expression softened slightly. "Did that hurt? Come here."

Her hand brushed over me, light and warm, sending a strange, unfamiliar sensation through my body. It was overwhelming in a way I could not quite describe, like something restless waking up under my skin.

No woman had ever touched me like that before. I could not stop reacting to it.