Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
“Eliza? What’s wrong? Why did you call Red? What’s going on?” Kylie Nichols blocked his path to the door of his classroom and Samuel had to remind himself she was just worried.
Worried, because her best friend had just screamed her safe word and was now crying so hard her entire body was shaking.
He was pretty fucking worried, too.
“She’ll be okay, Kylie. I’ll take care of her.”
“Take care of her?” Kylie’s voice turned shrill. “You’re the one who did this to her! Look at her! She never cries like that!”
Anger bubbled up in his chest, but he knew it was misplaced so he forced it back down as he addressed her. “I appreciate your concern, Kylie, but I’m her Daddy. I promise I am doing what’s best for her. Give me a little time to get her calmed down and I’ll have Lizzie call you so you can see for yourself.”
Kylie still looked doubtful, and he couldn’t blame her. “ Okay… one hour and if I don’t hear from her, I’m calling Master Derek.”
“Make it two, and that sounds entirely fair.”
“Deal.”
She moved out of the way and he hurried down the hall, Lizzie still sobbing in his arms. It was too far to walk with her in this state, so he snagged a golf cart and gently placed her on the front seat.
“Are you sure you don’t want to potty first, baby?”
“N-no,” she choked out, once again covering her face with her hands. “Wanna g-go h-home.”
“All right. Home it is.”
He pushed the little cart as fast as he dared. And the entire way, Lizzie kept her hands over her face, weeping as though her heart was breaking.
When they finally made it up to the apartment, he carried her straight to his bathroom, peeling the diaper from her and guiding her to the toilet as quickly as he was able. No sooner than she sat down, came the sound of her bladder releasing.
But to his growing concern, her crying didn’t ease even a fraction. And, perhaps even more worrisome, she didn’t fight him one bit as he cleaned her up and carried her to his bed.
“Baby, baby, baby. What’s wrong? Why are you still crying?”
“I l-let you down!” she wailed, burying her face into his shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
“I called Red! I couldn’t do it! I’m a failure!”
So many things about his sweet Little girl clicked into place with that single statement. “Oh, baby. You didn’t let me down. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m so fucking proud of you for using your safe word. ”
“What?” Pulling away, she stared up at him, confusion filling her watery eyes. Her face was blotchy from crying and her mascara had smeared across her cheeks.
And he thought she’d never looked more beautiful.
“I’m proud of you. You did such a good job, setting a new boundary.” Cupping her face, he swiped at her tears with his thumbs as he rained kisses over her forehead and cheeks. “My beautiful, sweet, smart girl.”
“You’re… proud of me? For failing?”
“Using your safe word isn’t a failure, baby. It’s recognizing your limits and honoring them. And yes, baby, I’m proud of you. I could not be more proud of you than I am in this very moment.”
Sniffling pitifully, she scrubbed at her eyes, further smearing her mascara. “It feels like failing.”
“It’s not. It’s the farthest thing from a failure. I pushed you too hard and you stood up for yourself. In fact, I think my good girl deserves a reward.”
Because he believed in positive reinforcement, he slipped a hand between her thighs as he praised her. Eliza arched up, her sobs turning to gasps of pleasure as he stroked her clit. “My good girl. Setting limits and using her safe word to tell her Daddy what she needs. I’m so proud of you, Lizzie baby. Daddy’s going to make you come over and over until you believe every word of what I’m saying. Do you believe me, baby?”
“I don’t know. Oh!” Head thrown back, she rocked her hips against his hand. “Daddy, please!”
“Fuck, baby.” Dropping his forehead to hers, he drove her even more ruthlessly toward her first orgasm. “Say it again. Who am I, Lizzie? Who am I?”
“Daddy. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” she chanted as he rolled his fingers over her swollen clit. “Daddy!”
The orgasm shook her, left her gasping and trembling in his arms. And still he wanted more. “That’s right, baby. I’m your Daddy. And your Daddy would never, ever lie to you. So when I say you’re a good girl for using your safe word, what does that mean?”
She whined and squirmed under him as he continued playing with her now-soaked pussy. “It-it means I’m a good girl.”
“Do you believe me yet, baby?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Another orgasm for my good girl, then. Until she believes everything her Daddy tells her.”
The pleasure he was forcing on her was so at odds with what she felt she deserved, it made her head swim.
How could she be a good girl when she hadn’t done what he’d told her to? When she’d chickened out of her punishment and forced him to dismiss his class early?
When she’d so spectacularly and utterly failed him?
But here he was, not only granting her orgasm after orgasm but insisting on her pleasure, all while showering her with words of praise that contradicted everything she thought she knew. As another wave of pleasure crashed over her, she cried out for him, clinging desperately to her sanity as she tried to make sense of what he was saying.
“Look at me, Lizzie baby. That’s a good girl,” he praised in that low, rough voice when she pried her eyes open to stare up into his stormy eyes. “Do you believe me yet?”
“I want to,” she whispered, tears slipping from her eyes. “I don’t know how.”
“Has Daddy ever lied to you?”
“No.” That honor was reserved for her, and her stomach still clenched thinking of it. “Never. ”
“So if I’ve never lied to you before, why would I be lying now?”
Pleasure so intense it was pain speared her as his clever fingers rolled over her aching clit yet again. “I-I don’t know!”
“Silly girl.” Chuckling softly, he brushed a kiss over her lips. “The answer is, I’m not lying. Because Daddy would never lie to you, Lizzie.”
“I want… I don’t… I can’t…” The words were there, buried under the fog of lust and need clouding her mind, but she couldn’t seem to get them from her brain to her lips.
“Let go, baby.” He pressed his fingers inside her, curling them so he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Let go of everything that isn’t me and what I’m telling you right now. Let go of all the expectations you and others have put on your shoulders. Let go of all of it and listen to your Daddy.”
She shattered again with a sob. And this time when she broke, something else inside her clicked into place.
He had no reason to lie. If anything, he had every reason to push her to abandon her limits, to want the things he wanted, to accept being his baby in every possible way. He wanted that, wanted a woman who he could care for in those humiliating, intimate ways.
Instead, he was praising her for setting her own boundaries, even when they conflicted with his wants, his needs. Because he believed, truly believed, she was good and brave and strong for standing up for herself the way she had today.
Eyes locked with his, she raised her hand to his cheek, love for him swelling inside her to the point she thought she might burst with it. “I believe you.”
“My good girl.” Covering her hand with his, he leaned down to capture her lips in a deep, sweet kiss. “Do you want Daddy’s cock now, baby?”
“God, yes,” she replied with a shaky laugh. Despite having been forced to come over and over until she could barely think or move, she ached for him. For the feel of him filling her, stretching her the way his fingers couldn’t manage.
He rolled off the bed just long enough to strip down to nothing before kneeling between her thighs. And then he was inside her, and she arched up to meet him.
“One more, baby. Come for Daddy one more time.”
“I can’t. Daddy, I can’t, it’s too much.”
“No it’s not. It’s never enough. Be a good girl for Daddy and come one more time. Daddy wants to feel your sweet pussy milking his cock before he fills you up.”
Despite her protests, the pleasure built inside her once more. With every slow, easy thrust of his cock inside her, he pushed her closer and closer to that edge.
And this time when she went flying, she took him with her. Together their cries of ecstasy filled the room and together they collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty tangle of limbs. For a long, long while they simply lay there together, wrapped up in each other in every possible way.
“Are you really proud of me?” she asked after their breathing returned to normal and the high of their lovemaking began to fade.
“So proud, baby. You listened to your body and your heart, and you told me what you needed. I could not be more proud of you right now.”
“Even though I didn’t finish my punishment?”
The corners of his lips curved up as he brushed sweat-slicked strands of hair from her face. “Let me ask you something.”
“Oh, um. Okay. ”
“Do you understand why you were being punished?”
“Yes,” she whispered, shame heating her cooling skin again. “I should have been honest with you last night when you asked about my assignments, and I should have been honest with Professor Remington this morning instead of trying to copy Reese. And I’m sorry I wasn’t willing to own up to it before.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was mad,” she admitted with a sigh. “Mostly I think I was mad at myself, but actually saying that would have meant admitting I really had lied to you, and I was too ashamed at the time to admit that. I’m still ashamed if I’m being honest.”
“Sounds like you had a lot of big feelings and you didn’t really know how to express them so you just settled on mad.”
“Yeah.”
“Poor baby.” He was petting her, stroking her hair over and over like he couldn’t stand to not touch her. Which was nice, and kind of adorable. “Perhaps we need a code word. Like a safe word, but for when you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need help with those big emotions.”
“Oh.” It made a weird kind of sense. If a safe word was for when she was overwhelmed by a scene, why shouldn’t she have one for when she was overwhelmed by her emotions? “What about… green beans.”
He blinked down at her. “Green beans?”
“Yes. They’re gross and looking at a pile of green beans makes me wanna gag. Kinda like talking about my emotions makes me feel.”
For a moment he just stared, and then one of those big laughs she loved so much burst out of him. “All right, silly girl. Green beans it is. If we’re in a situation like we were in this morning, just say your code word and we can stop whatever is happening to help you regulate.”
“Even if I get sent to Mr. Chambers because I was really bad?”
“Baby. You weren’t bad. You did something naughty, but you could never be bad. And yes, even if you are bent over, bare bottom in the air for a punishment, use your code word and everything stops. Just like with a real safe word.”
“What if I’m not ready to talk about how I’m feeling? Sometimes I just get mad and I don’t really understand why until a lot later.”
“Hmmm.” Seemingly giving the question some serious thought, he went quiet as he continued stroking her hair. “I’m going to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me.”
“I’ve been more honest with you over the past few weeks than I’ve ever been honest with anyone.”
Pleasure lit his eyes. “Good. Now, do you think sometimes when you’re feeling that way, a spanking might help? I know for some, a spanking can work like a release valve and help you release those big emotions so you can process what’s underneath better.”
She wrinkled her nose, mostly for show. And because she didn’t want to actually admit that a spanking probably would work in most cases. But she had just promised to be honest with him, and if anyone deserved her honesty just then, it was him. “As much as I hate to say it… yes. It probably would.”
“All right. When you say ‘Green Beans,’ we can try talking about whatever you’re struggling with, but if it seems like you need the release of a spanking, then you’re going right over Daddy’s knee.”
“Ugh. So I get a spanking and then a punishment? That kinda sucks. ”
“Would you rather jump right into a punishment that makes you feel miserable and sad instead?”
“No,” she said with another big sigh. “I guess not.”
“That’s my good girl. I have some other ideas that might help, but I want us to talk to Dr. Denten first.”
“What? Why?” Fear sent her heart racing again. “Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”
“No, baby. Look at me.” He waited for her to meet his eyes before continuing. “I think you are incredible just as you are. I do have some theories about why some things are harder for you than most of your classmates. Like why you seem more forgetful when it comes to your assignments and why you struggle not to talk in class. But I want us to talk with Catherine and see what she thinks, first.”
“Okay. As long as you promise you don’t think I’m broken.”
“Eliza Bennett, you are the farthest thing from broken. You’re my perfect Little girl, and I hope you’ll do me the honor of calling me Daddy for a very long time.”