The clock rang out it's ninth stroke, signaling to all those in Foxworth hall that it had just struck nine o' clock. Malcolm stood up from his chair then, slipping out of the library and taking swift but silent steps towards his Corrine's bedroom. He could hear the young girls giggling long before he approached her door.
"Never have I ever snuck out," he heard one of the girls say. From what Malcolm could see in the slight opening of the door, the girl talking had short curly blonde hair, rounded hips, and big thighs. He surmised this one must be the more innocent of the bunch judging by how proudly she said it. Then a few girls raised their hands, looking at each other with mischievous little smiles and giggling. His eyes were on Corrine in an instant, she sat there with her hands in her lap, head slightly tilted up with an air of elegance and dignity about her. Malcolm smiled at the sight, of course his Corrine would never sneak out behind his back.
"You're turn, Alice," another girl said. Alice took a moment to think about what to say. She was a redhead with freckles scattered all over her face and arms, pale skin, and breasts so small Malcolm had to do a double take to even see them.
"Never have I ever-"Malcolm missed the rest of what was said because Corrine suddenly glanced in his direction. Had she sensed his gaze? She made the mistake of staring too long and the other girls started to wonder what Corrine was looking at, causing Malcolm to have eight pairs of eyes all gawking at him.
Malcolm straightened up suddenly and opened the door fully, stepping into the room with a smile that was both friendly and charming, telling the girls he was sorry for interrupting and was just checking up on them. A few girls said 'Hello, Mr. Foxworth' but he was more focused on the confusion that sparked in his daughter's eyes before it melted into understanding. She guessed daddy was probably just worried they were going to sneak a boy over which he wasn't wrong about. They had planned to sneak in Annie's boyfriend...but it was too risky now that daddy could peak in at any moment.
"I suppose you don't want a man like me interrupting your sleepover any further, I'll be going now," Malcolm said, surveying the young ladies' eyes for any sort of want towards him. And he had found it in a blonde with big round blue eyes, creamy skin, and a small but seductive figure. I'll come back, Malcom decided on his way out, planning to spend the rest of the night thinking of a way to get his hands on her.
"What were you doing in Corrine's room," Olivia asked just as he closed the door.
Malcolm didn't allow his eyes to widen at her sudden appearance or let the rest of his face give away anything. "I was just checking up on them," he said with a tone that left no room for any sort of disagreement. He started off down the hall without giving his wife a chance to speak but to his annoyance, she followed him.
Olivia's eyes narrowed, full of suspicion, trying to delve deep into Malcolm's own eyes and search his very soul for deception. But alas his poker face was simply too hard to penetrate, still she asked, "Why were you really in Corrine's room?"
Though, Malcolm wouldn't show it he was starting to become enraged. If he couldn't keep Olivia and her suspicions away then he wouldn't get that girl. "As I told you before I was only checking up on them. Lord knows one of those girls is planning to poison our precious daughter with her wickedness and bring a boy here," he spat, allowing some of his rage to show. It was true. He didn't want some boy sneaking around and defiling any of those girls in his house, especially his Corrine. Olivia looked satisfied with her husband's answer but searched him for any hidden evil intent one last time then walked down the hall, leaving Malcolm to do whatever he pleased.
He had already isolated the young girls, permitting Corrine to share her bed with Alice while the others were put in guest rooms near Corrine's room because they refused to sleep on the floor in her room. All he had to do now was go to the desired girl's room...
The room was pitch black with the exception of a small sliver of moonlight slipping in through the curtains and in the middle of the room lay a twin bed where a young girl with gold spun hair slept. Malcolm stood at the bedside, watching her chest rise and fall. The sound of her breathing filled the quiet space of the guest room...until he reached out to touch her.
The young lady stirred, rubbing her eyes, and looking around very confused when she realized it wasn't morning then she saw him. Even in the darkness, Malcolm saw her round eyes grow impossibly wider, her eyebrows shooting up high on her forehead. "M-Mr. Foxworth what are you-"
"Come with me," he whispered, demanded, holding his hand out for her.
She looked at Malcolm's hand then at his face and back at his hand before taking it. He easily pulled her out of bed and whisked her away to the Swan room. His daughter's friend gasped, looking around the room lit up by candles with awe, envy, and sheer excitement. "Mr. Foxworth this room is so...so beautiful," she breathed, trying to soak up every little detail of the lavish room.
"Let's drop the formalities, I know you find me attractive...," he trailed off, not knowing the girl's name.
Her mouth dropped to form a perfect 'o', her face flushed red, and the room was filled with a pregnant silence. By the time she gathered up the nerve to tell him her name was Clara, Malcolm's pants had already dropped down to his ankles with a soft thud. "Lie. Down," he ordered, surprised Clara hadn't even attempted to deny his claims. Just like one of the many obedient servants of Foxworth Hall, she did exactly as she was told.
And as he climbed into bed with Clara, he found he was both disappointed and grateful. Disappointed in this girl for not putting up more of a fight, for not trying to preserve her innocence but also grateful she was such an easy, not to mention willing, target. Malcolm began to unbutton the front of her nightgown, exposing her breasts to cool air, causing her to shiver beneath him.
He didn't wait another second, pushing into her roughly and thrusting in and out. Clara gasped out suddenly, throwing her arms around his neck. "Quiet," Malcolm whispered harshly, slapping a hand over her mouth, "or else you will never see my daughter again. And not only that, I will ruin your family and you'll end up leaving on the streets like a cheap little hussy." He hissed out the words like a snake, satisfied with the fear overtaking the look of pleasure on the girl's face.
He kept his hand over Clara's mouth, maintaining a fast, vicious pace that caused her grip on him to tighten, not out of pleasure but of pain. He left no hickies on her creamy skin, no moans echoed through Foxworth hall, and no one heard their footsteps when Malcolm slipped her back into the guest room before sneaking back into his own room. Clara wouldn't mention this, that Malcolm was sure of, she would simply think it a dream so no one would know what happened this night, not even Olivia...or so he thought.
