Beneath the Butler's Uniform

Chapter 7 Murphy's Punishment

I was so nervous that my heart nearly burst from my chest.

I gathered all my strength and pushed Murphy off. "Prince Murphy, you've got the wrong person."

Murphy snapped back to reality, and his eyes turned cold again.

He said with a frown, "I've checked your background. You couldn't possibly be her."

'What? He's checked my background!'

But the info Murphy saw must have been provided by Mr. Evans. He definitely tweaked it for me.

Murphy stood up and asked, his hands in his pockets, "So tell me, how did you get into Slope Mall?"

"I..." Suddenly, I remembered the VIP card Charles had given me.

I quickly grabbed the VIP card and held it out to Murphy. "I've got a VIP card, given to me by Mr. Taylor. He knew I was going to the mall for groceries, and he gave me one."

"Oh? He actually gave you a VIP card?" Murphy was a bit taken aback. "Seems like you've really charmed him. He only goes all out for people he likes."

I joked, "Maybe it's because of you, Your Highness. Mr. Taylor knows I'm your servant."

"My previous servants never got such treatment from him."

"I feel so honored, then." I smiled. "Speaking of which, Prince Murphy, weren't you at a party? What brought you back so early?"

"Something came up, so I had to duck out early."

"I see."

"You sure you didn't see Charles and that girl from the photo at Slope Mall today?" Murphy was still digging for answers.

I shook my head and replied, "Nope. Mr. Taylor was there too? That place is massive. Probably we just hit different spots."

Murphy eyed me for a moment longer but finally seemed to let it go.

"It's getting late, and we've got school tomorrow. Have a good night."

After Murphy turned and left, I shut the door, flopped down on the bed, and spread out.

"Gosh, it takes more lies to just cover up one lie. This is getting too tough."

I stared at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh.

Maybe it was the stress, but that night, I had a dream.

I dreamt Murphy locked me in a dark room and stripped me bare.

He unwrapped my minimizer bra, and my breasts bounced into his face.

His cheeks flushed, and his hands forcefully grasped my breasts while kneading them into all sorts of odd shapes.

The pain, mixed with a tingling softness, made me moan.

"Liar." he hissed as he bit down on my n****e. "You're not Peter. Who on earth are you?"

The sharp pain nearly brought me to tears, and I shouted back, "I am Peter!"

"Peter is a man, and you..."

Murphy's hand moved from my breast down my skin to between my legs.

His fingers were cool but seared every inch of my skin they touched.

My whole body felt like it was boiling, and my face was beet red.

His fingers easily slipped inside my v****a, stirring up a storm of skillful teasing that left me wet.

I melted into a puddle and gasped with unbearable pleasure. I clutched him tightly, feeling his strong muscles.

He deliberately held his wet fingers up to my face.

"You're a woman, and this is the proof. You damn liar."

His deep blue eyes locked onto mine, looking sexy in the dim light.

"I screwed up." I sobbed, and my voice nearly hoarse.

"Too late to say that." Murphy let go of me, and a cruel smile tugged at his lips. "People who deceive me deserve a harsh punishment."

"Please, don't do this." I begged.

I tried to flee in fear, but Murphy grabbed me firmly. He picked up a pair of handcuffs from nearby and clamped them around my wrists, securing them to the bed.

My hands were tied above my head, and I was completely naked.

He pulled out a whip, stretched it, and approached me. His cold words made me shiver uncontrollably. "Tonight, I shall play God and punish you."

"Ah..." I screamed.

Just as the whip was about to touch my skin, I bolted awake and sat up.

I was drenched in sweat, my pajamas sticking to my skin, making me uncomfortable.

I looked around the room and saw the morning sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps. It was just me in the room, no Murphy, no handcuffs, no whip.

I wiped the sweat off my face and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness! It was just a nightmare."

I checked the time. There was still an hour before my alarm.

But I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and took a shower to wash off the sweats.

The ice pack on my ankle last night worked wonders. It was no longer swollen today, and walking on it hardly hurt.

As usual, I made breakfast for Murphy, and we rode together in his car to school.

Time passed, and Murphy never brought up the girl he thought he saw with Charles at the mall, nor was there any more gossip about Charles and that girl at school.

I gradually got used to the routine of living in Prince Murphy's apartment and attending Reihal Public School.

*****

"Peter Gallagher."

That day, like usual, I was heading to the school cafeteria with my packed lunch during break.

Halfway there, the school's notorious bullies, Oliver Alexander and Boris Ayden, suddenly stopped me.

I eyed them warily and asked, "What's up?"

Oliver was the big, burly one, and Boris was the skinny, shifty one.

Though both of them were bullies, Boris was known for being nasty, while Oliver was the domineering type. They were always together, usually with Boris stirring trouble and Oliver throwing punches.

Boris crossed his arms with an evil smile. "Today's Oliver's birthday. He wants you to have you at his party tonight."

"Thanks for the invitation, but I'm booked tonight."

After all, I had to stay home, on call for whatever Murphy needed.

"No room in your schedule?" Boris sneered. his face turning fierce. "We're not here to ask about your plans. We're telling you."

"But I really can't make it!" I replied.

I didn't want to get mixed up with them and turned to run, but they blocked me again.

Oliver's towering figure was like a brick wall that blocked any escape route.

"Did we say you could leave, Peter?"

Oliver frowned at me, and his face full of bristling beard vibrating with threat.

I swallowed nervously and stared at them.

Just then, a familiar voice called out from not too far away. "What's going on here?"

I looked up to see Murphy and Charles walking toward us.

It was like seeing a lifeline, and I suddenly perked up.