Chapter 16 #2
“I realize you think I don’t have forever in me,” he said, his thumb brushing slowly along the soft line of her jaw. “But I do, Junie.”
He hoped to find belief in her eyes. Instead, there was still reluctant uncertainty.
“If you’ll give me the chance, I’ll prove it to you every single day.” He held her gaze, letting her see the sincerity and certainty burning in his heart. “I want forever with you, baby. I want to be your Daddy. Are you willing to let me?”
She looked scared, those wide blue eyes shimmering with nerves, but she was so damn brave when she finally gave him a small, trembling nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He was glad she’d said yes, but he also realized that one of the main reasons the gifts had continued was that she hated confrontation. It was a good start, but just a start.
He opened the box and pulled out the heavy silver chastity belt. At her whimper, he looked up. He wanted her attention, but he had no wish for her to be afraid. “To be crystal clear, this is not the same belt, Cupcake.”
“It’s not?”
He could hear the disbelief in her tone. “No, babygirl. I would never allow anything that man bought you inside this room, much less let it touch the skin of my Little girl. Daddy bought this just for you.”
“You did?”
This time the disbelief was replaced with a note of wonder and he nodded. “I did indeed. Now, take off your clothes for me, baby.”
She hesitated, a flash of worry flickering across her face.
“Why do I have to wear that, Daddy?” Her voice was small.
“This is about learning a lesson, little girl,” he said. “This is about teaching you to recognize real danger. And right now, you’re standing in it.”
She stood on shaky legs and let him help her out of her clothes. Then she reached back, unhooked her bra, and stepped out of her panties, baring every inch of that soft, beautiful body to him. Damn if his cock wasn’t throbbing so hard he had to clench his jaw tight to hold back a groan.
Next, he helped her step into the chastity belt, guiding the cool metal and leather straps into place around her hips.
The moment the silver links touched her heated skin, she shivered hard under his hands.
When he’d first seen the contents of the box Preston had gifted Junie, he’d been repulsed.
However, seeing her in the belt he’d bought and had Boone pick up and tuck away for this very lesson, his view had drastically changed.
The sight of it locked on her, claiming her, sent a deep, primal surge of satisfaction through him.
“On your back, baby,” he murmured. “Close your eyes for Daddy.”
She obeyed, but only a few seconds passed before her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened again.
He gave her a stern look and reached for the blindfold.
“Naughty girls need help keeping their eyes closed.” He secured it gently around her head, making sure it was snug but comfortable. “That should help.”
He stripped down to his boxers, his cock already hard and throbbing, then climbed onto the bed beside her.
Slowly, deliberately, he traced his fingers over every inch of her soft, trembling skin—down her arms, across her stomach, along the sensitive tops of her thighs, up to the delicate column of her neck.
He brushed his thumb over her full bottom lip, feeling the quick hitch in her breath.
All the while, he spoke in a low, steady voice, telling her exactly why not listening to Daddy was dangerous. How that, when she didn’t listen to him, there were always consequences, not always from the world, but without fail from him.
He turned on the vibrator he’d gotten along with the box. The low, steady buzz filled the quiet room. He pressed it firmly against the front of the chastity belt, right over her clit.
Junie gasped sharply, her back arching hard off the bed.
A relentless hum vibrated straight through the silver and leather. Junie’s whole body jerked hard. A shocked gasp tore from her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Feel how trapped you are? You can’t get away from it. Can’t close your legs. Can’t rub against anything. You just have to take what Daddy gives you.”
He kept the pressure steady for long, torturous seconds, watching her hips buck and twist against the unyielding metal. Her breathing turned ragged. Her thighs trembled violently. Just when her moans grew desperate, and her back arched high off the bed, he pulled the vibrator away.
A broken whimper escaped her. “Daddy… please…”
“Not yet.”
He gave her ten seconds to calm down, stroking his big, warm hand soothingly over her quivering stomach and hips.
Then he pressed the vibrator against her again, this time pushing it harder, then lighter, then harder again.
Junie cried out, her head thrashing against the pillow, fingers grabbing the sheets, tearing at them.
He edged her like that for what felt like forever, bringing her right to the razor’s edge of release, then cruelly denying her. Over and over. Each time she got close, her voice grew more desperate, her pleas turning into sobs and then whimpers of begging.
“Please, Daddy… I can’t… I need to come… please let me come…”
Tanner’s cock throbbed painfully against his boxers, leaking steadily as he watched her fall apart.
The sight of her—blindfolded, locked in his chastity belt, writhing and begging so prettily—was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He was so hard it hurt, but he refused to give in.
Not until she understood exactly who she belonged to and the consequences of disobedience.