Very detailed chapter. Will contain sexual content. If you can't handle you might wanna skip it.

Rebecca had been wrong. He didn't respect her enough to stop. He didn't respect her personal space at all.

The moment she stepped into his office, he immediately started touching her, kissing her, making her feel absolutely disgusting.

Carver was completely insane. Clementine had decided.

She flinched when she felt his hand rub between her legs. She felt a strange tingle shoot through her body and attempted to close her legs. When he didn't move his hand, Clementine had punched him, which had gotten her in this situation.

After hitting the man, she was expecting him to punish her, but instead, he had restrained her. He yanked her into his lap and was holding her tightly in his arms.

"Let me go." Clementine growled struggling in the man's grip.

"No." Carver simply said.

"I want to get up!" She cried.

"You were hitting me. That's a very naughty thing to do, sweetie." Carver said. He didn't sound angry. He seemed to be amused by the girl's struggles.

"Let go of my arms!" Clementine ordered. "You're hurting me."

"Fine." Carver released her arms, but kept a firm grip on her "You're not going to hit me, are you?" He asked.

"No." Clementine replied, quieting from her yell.

"You're a good girl?" He asked leaving a trail of kisses on her cheek.

Clementine jerked her head away. Annoyed, Carver gave her thigh a tight squeeze.

"Ow..." She glared at him.

"I asked you a question." Carver said, unfazed by her sharp look.

She didn't reply.

"Are you a good girl, Clem?" He asked, moving his lips to her neck.

Clementine tilted her head to avoid his tickling kisses.

"Are you a good girl, honey?" Carver asked again.

"Uh-huh." Clementine gave a small nod.

Carver smiled. "Good."

Clementine squirmed in his lap as he continued to shower her neck and ears with kisses.

Carver felt himself becoming aroused as little Clementine squirmed around in his lap.

The girl was confused and scared when she felt a hardness in the man's pants. She didn't like sitting in his lap, but she hadn't felt that in his pants before.

She tried to get up, but Carver held her in place.

"Stop moving..." Carver groaned.

"What's that down there...?" She asked, nervousness crossing her face.

"What?" Carver asked.

"In... In your pants." She stammered.

Carver gave her a little push causing her to move from his lap. "Why don't you see for yourself?"

Clementine's eyes widened. Should she? Wasn't that a private area?

"I..." Clementine mumbled, glancing toward the man's jeans.

"Go on." He urged, undoing his belt.

Clementine hesitated before reaching a hand out. She ran it over his jeans making him moan.

The child jumped in surprise, but Carver placed a hand over her small hand.

She felt her heart pound and her stomach tighten as she rubbed over his jeans.

The child paused for a moment as Carver took his hand away.

She started to retract her hand, she shouldn't be touching Carver's...whatever this thing was.

"C'mon, Honey." He called, releasing his erection from his pants. "Just give it a feel."

Swallowing hard, Clementine moved closer, eyes growing wide at the size of his...thing.

"Touch it." He commanded.

"What?" She questioned in disbelief.

"Touch it." He repeated firmly, the look on his face said she be hurt if she didn't obey.

She looked back at the big thing, reaching out a hand...she touched it. Slowly brushing her fingers over it before she took base of his thing into her tiny hand. It felt weird, and she couldn't make her stomach stop flipping. She quickly tried to release the object, but Carver wrapped his hand around her own. "Rub it."

"Why?" Clementine asked.

"Because I said so." He replied. "Move your hand up and down."

When she didn't, he started the motion for her until she moved her hand on her own, too scared not to obey his command.

"Good girl." He moaned. "Uhhh..."
Clementine figured she was doing good. He seemed to be enjoying it, but she certainly wasn't.

"Fuuuuck." He panted. "Move your hand faster." He commanded.

Clementine did so.

"Your mouth…" Carver groaned out.

Clementine stopped for a moment. "What?"
"Put it in your mouth."
Clementine's eyes widened. She looked disgusted at the thought. No way she would put that thing in her mouth, touching it was a ready dirty enough.

"Go on, use your mouth." Carver ordered.

Clementine shook her head. She wasn't going to do that. The was even worse than kissing. She wouldn't let him pee in her mouth.

Carver huffed in disappointment. He placed his hand over hers and started moving it again.

Clementine eventually took over herself. The child was both curious and frightened by what was happening. She felt like she was doing something wrong, but Carver was telling her that she was a "Good girl".

The girl started to rub faster, encouraged by the praises she was receiving.

After a few moments of rubbing Carver groaned, "Cumming..." And with that, he spurted all over her little hand and face.

Clementine flinched as he sprayed on her, looking in disgust at the white stuff that now leaked off her palm. It was gross. "What is this stuff?"

"Semen." Carver answered.

"Semen?" Clementine used her hand to wipe the sticky white stuff from her face.

"That's right." Caver smiled at her. "Give it a taste."

Clementine frowned looking at it. She didn't want to taste that stuff.

"Do it." He commanded. "Now."

Clementine stuck her tongue out giving the white stuff a lick. Cringing at the taste. It tasted as bad as it smelled.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out Carver's lips were on hers.

"You did a good job, Honey. You're such a good girl." Carver pulled the girl into his arms, seating her back on his lap.

Clementine closed her eyes as he kissed her neck. Her stomach was still hurting. A strange feeling of guilt was in the pit on her stomach, along with a great confusion of what had just happened.

Carver said she did good; if that was true, why did she feel as if she had done something terribly wrong?