Chapter 2 Nanny-Cam Replay
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Madison woke up sore, sticky, and suddenly furious with herself.The marks were everywhere: dried streaks on her skin, faint bruises on her hips, an ache between her thighs that pulsed with every small movement.
Last night had felt electric in the moment of wild, overwhelming but in the cold light of morning, it hit her like a slap.
She’d let a stranger, her boss, record her, use her, claim her like she was his property.
And she’d begged for it.What the hell was wrong with her?
She dragged herself out of bed, every muscle protesting. The clock read just before seven.
She threw on the white bikini from the agency suitcase—the skimpiest one, because apparently that was all they thought she needed and headed downstairs, steeling herself.
Liam was already at the kitchen island in Spider-Man pajamas, happily eating Cocoa Puffs.“Morning, Maddie!” he said with a mouthful of cereal. “Daddy said today is Pool day!”
Hunter leaned against the counter in black swim trunks, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. His eyes lifted when she entered, doing that slow, claiming scan that made her skin prickle.
“Morning, babysitter,” he said, voice low and satisfied.She didn’t answer right away. Just crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of how little the bikini covered.
He tapped his phone. The huge TV on the wall came to life.
Security footage.
Last night.
Crystal clear, slowed down just enough to be humiliating.There she was bent over the marble stone, shorts around her ankles, ponytail in his fist, face twisted in unmistakable pleasure.
Madison’s stomach churned. Liam was still focused on his cereal, unaware. Hunter’s smirk was lazy, confident. “Sound’s muted. The kid’s fine. You put on quite the performance.
”Her face burned. “Turn it off.”
He didn’t move. “Why? You look good on camera.”
"Turn it off.” Her voice shook, but she held his gaze.
“And delete it, Right now.”He raised an eyebrow. “Delete it?”
“Yes. I’m not joking, Hunter. That’s my body.
My privacy. You don’t get to keep that.” He set his coffee down slowly. “You didn’t seem to mind last night.”
“Last night I wasn’t thinking clearly.” She stepped closer, voice low so Liam wouldn’t hear.
“I’m thinking clearly now. Delete it. All copies.”He studied her for a long moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “No?”
“I said no.” His tone hardened. “You walked in here knowing exactly what this was. You begged for it, Madison. Don’t act shy now.”Her hands clenched into fists.
“I begged because you made it feel” She cut herself off, glancing at Liam, who was now humming to his tablet.
“This isn’t a game. I’m not your toy. Delete the video, or I’m calling the agency and leaving today.”He didn’t flinch. Just stared at her, jaw tight.
“You think you can just threaten me to walk out?” he asked quietly. “After everything?” “I’m not threatening,” she said. “I’m telling you. I don't want to feel like a secret porn star.”
For a second, she thought he might back down. Then his expression shut down completely—cold, controlled, every inch the ruthless CEO.
“Fine,” he said. “Have it your way.”He tapped his phone again. The TV went black.But he didn’t delete anything. She could tell.
She turned to leave the kitchen, heart pounding.
His hand shot out and closed around her wrist not bruising, but firm enough that she couldn’t pull away without making a scene in front of Liam.
"Guest wing. Second door on the left,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
“Let go of me.”
“Walk, Madison. Or I carry you.”
She yanked her arm, but his grip didn’t budge. Liam was still clueless, swinging his legs.
She didn’t want to scare the kid. So she walked.
He marched her down the hall, past the stairs, to a door she hadn’t noticed before.
It looked like any other elegant, expensive but when he opened it, she saw it was a small sitting room turned temporary lockup: plush couch, no windows to the outside, a private bathroom, but the door had a keypad lock on the inside frame.
“What the hell is this?” she demanded.
“Time out,” he said flatly. “You want to throw a tantrum? You can do it in here.”
“You can’t lock me in a room!”
“I just did.”
He pushed her inside roughly, and decisively then he stepped back. The door shut with a soft click. She heard the beep of the keypad.
She pounded on the door. “Hunter! Open this right now!”
His voice came through, calm and unmoved. “You’ll stay in there until you calm down and remember who you’re talking to.”
“This is insane! You can’t keep me a prisoner!”
“You’re not a prisoner. You’re an employee who forgot her place. When you’re ready to apologize and behave, I’ll let you out.”
She kicked the door hard enough to hurt her foot. “I’m not apologizing for wanting basic respect!”
“Then get comfortable.”
Silence.
She yelled again. Pounded until her hands hurt. Tried the handle a dozen times.
Nothing.
Eventually, she sank onto the couch, breathing hard, tears of pure rage stinging her eyes.
Outside, she heard Liam’s laughter echo down the hall splashing in the pool, Hunter’s low voice answering him.
She was trapped.
And Hunter Cunningham wasn’t letting her go anywhere until she was f****d.
She hugged her knees to her chest, bikini suddenly feeling ridiculous, and glared at the locked door.
This wasn’t over.
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