Take off your panties.

For a split second, Claudia stood frozen, her body stiff as Mr. Harold’s words echoed in her head.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, his once friendly tone now laced with something cold and commanding.

“I… I don’t know how to pleasure myself, Mr. Harold,” Claudia stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

He scoffed. “You’re my wife, so address me by my name,” he said, his tone softening again—almost like a twisted reward.

Claudia nodded slowly. “Umm… Harold?” she ventured, the name feeling foreign and heavy on her tongue.

It made her skin crawl to call a man old enough to be her grandfather by his first name.

“Yeah,” Mr. Harold murmured, smiling. “I like the sound of my name on your lips.”

He winked at Claudia before speaking up once more. “Since you don’t know how to pleasure yourself, how about I teach you?”

Claudia swallowed hard and gave a timid nod, her fingers trembling at her sides.

“I’ll have Eve send some videos and toys to your room,” Mr. Harold said casually, as though talking about groceries. “But for now, I want you to strip naked so I can assess your body.”

Claudia froze again. Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

She wanted to scream that she wasn’t comfortable. She wanted to tell Mr. Harold she couldn’t undress in front of anyone, especially not him, but the fear lodged in Claudia’s throat, silencing every plea before it could form.

‘Should I back out now?’ Claudia questioned herself.

Deep down, Claudia was wondering what Mr. Harold would say or how he would react if she voiced what truly lay buried in her heart.

Besides, just seconds ago when Claudia pretended not to hear Mr. Harold, he had snapped at her in a harsh tone. It was the same cold edge her father always used right before he usually begins to beat her.

Terrified of provoking a similar reaction, Claudia remained frozen.

With trembling hands, she stared at the floor and slowly undid the belt of her bathrobe, letting it fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet.

Now, standing in just a red bra and matching panties, Claudia felt her shame burn through her skin.

“Whoa,” Mr. Harold purred, licking his lips. “You’re quite sexy.” He said with a tone that sounded delightful, as though he were savoring a meal.

“Now,” he continued, “use one hand to caress your private part and the other to squeeze your breasts slowly… and sway your hips from side to side.”

Claudia clenched her fists instinctively at his words, her breath catching in her throat.

“O-okay, Mr. Haro… sorry, Harold,” she corrected quickly, remembering his earlier warning not to address him as “Mr.”

Claudia drew in a long, shaky breath, then hesitantly moved her left hand to her chest while her right hand awkwardly drifted towards her private part.

And then, she began to caress her boobs and her private part.

Every movement felt foreign and Claudia’s body stiff with fear and shame.

While moving as instructed, Claudia swayed her hips side to side, her eyes still fixed on the floor.

‘Is this really how women pleasure a man?’ she wondered.

From everything she’d read in books and seen in romantic movies, pleasure was supposed to come from sleeping together.

‘Did I miss something while trying to educate myself?’ she questioned again, her uncertainty growing with every passing second.

Meanwhile, Mr. Harold, seated on the bed, began unbuttoning his blue shorts that barely reached his knees.

He lifted his hips slightly to pull them down with ease, then tossed the shorts to the floor.

Now fully naked, he stared at Claudia with his hard cock that was barely four inches. It stood stiffly, and his gaze darkened with lust.

Claudia tensed. This was the first time she had ever seen a real man’s private part—especially one belonging to someone so much older than her.

In fact, she had never seen one in person at all, only in books, novels, or educational magazines.

Mr. Harold didn’t acknowledge the horrified look on Claudia’s face. His mind was consumed with one thing… his own pleasure.

Gripping his erection with one hand, he gave it a firm squeeze.

“Claudia, take off your bra and panties. Keep touching yourself,” he ordered coldly.

Claudia didn’t dare question him. His tone left no room for negotiation.

Like an obedient pet, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, letting it slip to the floor.

Then, with trembling fingers, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

She was completely naked now… exposed and vulnerable under Mr. Harold’s hungry gaze.

A low groan escaped his throat as he stared at her.

“Pinch your nipples for me, Claudia,” he purred. “I want to see them hard.”

Claudia hesitated, but her hands obeyed before her mind could catch up.

She pinched her nipples gently, her breath shallow and uneven.

For a brief moment, her gaze met his, unsure and filled with dread.

Mr. Harold gave a slow, approving nod.

Taking it as a cue, Claudia let go of her nipples and to her surprise, her nipples had hardened.

The realization made her stomach twist in knots.

“Ohh, perfect,” Mr. Harold purred, stroking his cock even more, and Claudia took that as a sign to return to what he had originally assigned her to do which was to caress her breasts and her private part.

“Arrgh… fuck…” Mr. Harold moaned. "Mmmh, oh yeah, just like that..."

Claudia’s gaze didn’t stray from Mr. Harold as he hissed and cursed under his breath, his eyes slightly rolled back in pleasure.

‘When will this end?’ Claudia screamed internally, hoping the torture of touching herself would end soon. ‘This is disgusting.’ She mused within herself.

“Sli… slide your fingers inside your pussy,” Mr. Harold stammered.

Claudia instantly felt like vomiting. His request was ridiculous.

Not only had he made her pinch her nipples, now he was making her slide her fingers inside her private part.

She wanted to stop right away and call it quits, but the thought of returning to her abusive father made her obey as she slide her index finger inside her private part.

Within seconds, hot precum gushed from Mr. Harold’s dick.