Chapter 11
Hael
“Who are you?” I whisper to the girl reflected in the mirror. With her bee-stung lips, tangled hair, and bruised and well-loved body. She’s a stranger. A very satisfied one, too.
This girl, she was uninhibited and vocal about her desires. Not too shy to beg when she wanted more, and her confidence with a man whose name is unclear and whose identity remains a mystery is admirable. I wish I could be as brave as her every day.
“I don’t hear the shower, sweet pea.” The growl in his tone lights me on fire, despite the soreness in more places than I thought possible.
“Yes, Daddy.” I grow more comfortable calling him that every time I say it. It feels natural, and he certainly enjoys it, which means he gives me more pleasure. “Do you have a brush for me?” I call out. I need to tackle my bed head before I can get it wet.
“Top drawer on the left is all you’ll need.”
A ringing phone breaks our bubble, and resentment whips up my spine. As he answers it, the call takes his attention off me, and I find that I want it all to myself in a way I haven’t with a man before.
Opening the drawer he mentioned, I see brand-new personal items like a hairbrush, along with a toothbrush and paste.
There are hair clips, expensive face creams, and my makeup brands in sealed packaging.
He’s really thought this through. I thought the promises he’s made and the possessive way he speaks about keeping me were all just something he’d say to get me here. To make me happy.
As I investigate further into the cabinet, I find more things, like tampons, at least a year’s supply of the shampoo and conditioner brand I favor, personalized towels, and when I glance at the closed door, there hang two robes.
One is a dark red, almost black, while the other is my favorite shade of pink, more peach than anything.
Closing the cabinet doors, I make my way to the robes, tempted to see if they’re personalized as well.
Taking the pink one off the hook, I wrap it around my body and find it’s the perfect length.
The sleeves aren’t too long, and it hugs me in a way that makes me want to melt at his feet.
Daddy has thought of everything for me to feel comfortable here, and when tears spring to my eyes, I don’t try to hide them or brush them away. He’s taking care of me in a way no one in my life ever has.
Spotting myself in the mirror, a giddy smile spreads across my face when I notice the embroidered name on the top left side.
Daddy’s Good Girl.
My heart bursts with feelings of love and gratitude. Lifting his robe, I see the name Daddy in the same place and can’t help but chuckle.
“The shower, Hael.” He growls a little rougher this time; I’m trying his patience.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl now.”
He curses quietly, and I realize he’s still on the phone.
Hanging up the robe, I start the shower and swipe the brush quickly through my hair before brushing my teeth and hopping under the warm spray of water.
Typically, I linger in the shower, enjoying the heat, but for the first time in my life, I have something…
someone else to keep me warmer, and I’m excited to get back to him.
Turning off the water, I grab a towel and dry my body before tackling my hair. With the fluffy white cotton wrapped around my body, I get the blow dryer stored under the sink and begin drying my hair before brushing it out and using the new bottle of styling serum I found during my hunt earlier.
Discarding the towels into the hamper, I grab the robe and wrap it around me, enjoying the softness and warmth before exiting the bathroom.
Sitting across the room, Daddy is dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, the damn mask in place, and phone to his ear. His eyes are the only thing I see clearly through the skull mask as he points to a dress lying across the bed, waiting for me.
“No panties?” I ask with a teasing lilt to my voice.
He leans forward and shakes his head slightly as his grip on the phone tightens, white knuckling it, when I untie my robe. The material drops to the floor, revealing my nude form, and his groan travels across the room, causing my pussy to throb with need for him.
Picking up the dress, I slide my legs in one at a time, making sure to hide any glimpses of skin that he’s trying to sneak. The plug in my ass manages to make things far more erotic for me because, despite my reservations earlier, I like it and can’t wait for it to be Daddy filling me up.
“I’ll be there in an hour,” he finally snaps and ends his call. “You’re teasing me, sweet pea.” I shrug, biting my lip as I slip the simple sundress up my body and tug the side zipper into place. “I like it.” His praise makes me glow.
“You have to leave?” The pout in my voice is evident as he gets to his feet and saunters over to me. Resting my hands on his chest once he’s within reach, his go straight to my hips and squeeze, pulling me closer.
“I do. A meeting that unfortunately can’t be missed.” My bottom lip pops out without permission. “You keep pouting, and I’ll be feeding you my dick again.”
Swallowing down my nerves, I try to be coy and sexy, staring up at him through my lashes. “Maybe I’d like that.”
A feral growl vibrates his body, and I try to suppress a pleased sigh and fail.
“Tonight, you’re all mine. This ass”—he squeezes it—“this tempting cunt”—he lifts the hem of my dress and shoves three digits through my slick folds, making me cry out—“and this slutty little throat.” His other hand circles my neck, squeezing and tilting my head back to display his power.
“Tell me yes like the dirty whore you are.”
My breath catches. The insults should sting, but god, they make me absolutely wild for him.
“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a good little whore for you.
” I can only imagine his smirk behind the mask as he expels a satisfied grunt before slowly releasing me.
“What will I do while you’re gone?” I hate being bored.
“You’re coming with me,” he says matter-of-factly, and my heart pounds. Will I finally get to see his face? Learn his name? I sure hope so.
“What are we doing exactly?” I follow along as he leads me to a closet I have yet to see inside.
One area is filled with suits, jeans, and shirts; all things for him.
The other grabs me by the throat and doesn’t let go as I see at least a year’s worth of clothing and shoes.
“All yours,” he whispers in my ear, gently pushing me towards the shoe rack filled with all kinds of shoes.
Runners, heels, sandals, slippers. Anything I could have dreamed of is here.
“Mine?” I murmur, glancing back at Daddy to find him nodding.
The man is obviously pleased with himself.
“How did you know?” I ask, picking up a pair of killer stilettos with the signature red sole of Louboutin, and my mouth waters.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having something like this for myself.
Each item boasts an expensive designer label, some of which are not even on the market yet.
“I’ve been planning this for months, sweet pea. From the minute I first spotted you, I knew I had to own you. Spoiling you is just fun for me. A new hobby.”
Own. The term is insulting, as though I’m a piece of property, and given the financial investment he’s made in this closet, I suppose it could be true. “Own me,” I repeat out loud.
“Make no mistake, Hael, you own me every bit as much.”
I feel the need to smart off at his savage declarations, simply because I like his reaction. “How can I own something I wouldn’t recognize in an empty room, let alone a crowded one?”
He crooks a finger at me, and I shake my head, refusing to budge.
“You want to play that way, little girl?” Crossing my arms, my chin lifts in challenge, and I dig my fingers into my ribs so I don’t waver.
He slowly walks towards me, the swagger in his hips reminding me of the way he fucked me into submission last night, and I nearly back down.
“Punishments can be pleasurable or excruciating, Hael. It’s your choice on how yours will be. ”
Barely a breath apart now, my head tilts back, and our eyes clash.
His are bright—an icy blue that wasn’t noticeable before—and I wish I could see more.
Refusing to break first is the hardest thing for me.
I’m a naturally submissive woman, and challenging the man in control of my body is beyond difficult, but he needs to understand that there are things I need from him, too.
Reaching behind me, Daddy grabs something off the shelf before kneeling at my feet, tapping my leg so I lift it for him.
Glancing down, I see he’s grabbed a fire engine red pair of heels for me to wear.
Doing as requested, I allow him to slide each one on.
The size is perfect, and as he gets back to his feet, I admire the way they form to me like a caress.
“Close your eyes,” he demands, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it as his fingers grip the chain of my necklace and tug until it’s so snug, I nearly choke.
My eyelids shut; his hand slides around the back of my head and fists my hair as he tugs, extending my throat and arching my back to stave off the sting of pain.
When his lips softly touch mine, I melt into him. My arms wrap around his neck, fingers dive into his hair, and my body presses close to his until he holds me tightly while devouring my mouth.
I’d like to say I allow him the power and control, but the truth is, I’m addicted to how he makes me feel when he’s like this. Pushing up into the kiss, I lift a leg to wrap around his hip as he cups my ass cheek under the dress and pushes on the end of the plug, making me whimper into his mouth.
When Daddy draws away, he presses his head to mine, and my eyes remain closed, taking his lead during this critical moment for us. It’s far more intimate than anything else because he’s giving me a piece of himself that he’s kept hidden.
“Open your eyes, sweet pea.”
I immediately follow his instructions, and I’m struck by his beauty and my recognition.
“You,” I say with a smile. “I wondered if that was you that night.” Touching his jaw, my fingers graze his skin, feeling as much of him as I can.
Loving the soft growth of facial hair, while tracing a scar that runs along his eyebrow and down to his cheek.
“I wanted it to be you.” Pressing my lips to his, he allows me the chance to do as I please.
Our tongues gently touch, my heart rate spikes, and my body throbs for him to own me. To make me his completely.
“Daddy.” The gasp erupts as my body moves against his. “Own me, Daddy. I’m yours.”
He growls into my mouth, nipping my bottom lip as he picks me up and bangs my back into the shoe shelf, making some rattle and clatter to the ground as he unbuckles his dress pants. The heat of his cock burns my pussy. I’m soaked for him, so he lines himself up and slams inside.
Screaming at the invasion while reveling in it, my eyes close, and my head drops against a shelf.
His hips piston in and out like a man on a mission as he bites along my throat and down my chest. He pops my breasts out of my dress and wraps his lips around one of the stiff peaks as his teeth brush the sensitive skin, triggering a moan, and my body lights up.
“Harder, Daddy. God, it’s so good.” Basking in his touches, in his volatile pounding of my pussy, I erupt into a medley of bliss and need.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, oh right there, yes, fuck!” My shouts of ecstasy fire him up.
He attacks my body until it’s painful, but ultimately, sends me into fits of delight.
“Fuck, this pussy, she treats Daddy’s dick so fucking good.” He shifts to the other nipple, both now tingling and throbbing, and it all becomes too much with the way he plays me.
His aching hardness fucks deep inside my body while the plug makes things tighter, and the balls of his piercings rub along places that can’t otherwise be reached.
When my nipples feel like they are about to burst, I try pushing him off, but Daddy remains immovable.
He sucks harder, deeper, and when I feel liquid on my chest, I glance down to see milk leaking from the nipple being plucked by his expert fingers.
“What did you do?” I groan as his sucking tugs at my desire.
“Don’t you remember my fingers in your ass early this morning?
God, it was so fucking tight and perfect.
” The memory is hazy; I was still so tired and love drunk.
“Well, I inserted a little tablet to help you lactate because Daddy wants more than just to fuck you and knock you up. I want to feed from your body like a wild beast. I want everything from you, sweet pea, and now I’ll have it. ” He’s so pleased with himself.
Before I can respond, the piercing at the end of his dick rubs against my clit, and my body readies itself for another orgasm. One much more powerful than before.
“Daddy, it hurts.”
He licks along my throat, then bites down until it feels like he’s pierced my flesh before moving up farther.
Murmuring in my ear, he says, “Good. Daddy wants to hear you scream and watch you cry. The way I crave hurting you is criminal, but I promise always to make it better, baby. Let go and give it to me.”
His lips move back to my nipples, and he sucks until my body explodes, spanking my ass, hitting the end of the plug, and driving his dick in deep. Holding himself still, Daddy groans against me, not stopping until he feels like it.
Breathless, he kisses lightly up my body, catching my mouth as he whispers, “Tell me, sweet pea, tell me everything.”
It’s like he knew the words were ready to burst from my chest. “I love you, Daddy. Please, never let me go.” The thought alone has me ready to cry.
“Never. You’re mine forever, sweet pea.” Our lips clash as he sucks my tongue into his mouth, pouring every one of his feelings into the kiss before pulling back and whispering against my lips, “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, and I’ll love you until the day I die.
” The repressed tears fall freely now, and as he holds me through the storm, I accept that he means what he says, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I belong.