Chapter 25
J ax
I watched Louisa in her cell from the command center of Selecta’s criminal law enforcement unit.
I gazed intently at the monitor as my little girl sat on the edge of the cell bed, turning the pink vibrator over in her hands.
Her expression shifted from curiosity to something darker, more primal.
She glanced up at the camera, and for a moment I could have sworn she was looking directly at me.
She set the vibrator aside and reached for the pillow, placing it deliberately in the center of the narrow bed. My breath caught as she positioned herself over it, bottom raised high, exactly as I’d taught her. The perfect position for punishment.
“Jesus,” I whispered, leaning closer to the screen.
Something powerful and unexpected tightened in my chest as I watched her begin to move against the pillow, her hips working in small, needy circles.
Her face was turned to the side, pressed against the mattress, eyes half-closed in remembered pleasure or anticipated pain—perhaps both.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The way her bottom moved, the little shivers that ran through her body—it was like I could read every thought passing through her mind.
My little girl wasn’t just seeking relief; she had clearly decided to perform, to put on a deliberate show for whoever might be watching.
For me. She knew, somehow—or perhaps she just hoped—that her daddy would be monitoring her.
“Please, Daddy,” she moaned, her voice coming through the speakers with startling clarity. “I promise I’ll be good… please don’t whip me anymore. My pussy is so sore… my bottom hole hurts so much… but… but… please… please fuck me, Daddy… please fuck me so hard…”
My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk as she reached for the vibrator, sliding it a little awkwardly under her hip and between her spread thighs. She turned it on, the soft buzz audible even through the surveillance system.
The effect was immediate and electric. Her body went rigid, then began to tremble violently. She came with a desperate, keening cry that sounded like it was torn from the depths of her soul.
“Daddy… Daddy, please… harder… harder…”
I tapped my jawbone twice, the signal to open the comm line.
“What do you need?” Esme’s voice came through immediately, all business.
I couldn’t look away from the screen, where Louisa continued to hump the buzzing vibrator, tears streaming down her face even as her hips moved in a frantic rhythm in search of more pleasure.
“I need to set up a meeting with corporate,” I said, my voice rough with emotions I couldn’t fully identify.
“About the girl?” Esme asked, her tone sharpening with interest.
“Yes,” I replied. “I want her transferred to my permanent custody.”
“That’s… unusual,” Esme said carefully. “Selecta doesn’t typically?—”
“I don’t care what they typically do,” I cut her off. “Set up the meeting. Tomorrow morning, before her parole board appearance.”
Esme didn’t respond. I didn’t care. My attention had returned fully to the monitor where Louisa’s performance continued in a way that made my cock rigid against my thigh.
She’d spread her knees wider, arched her back more, so that her clenching pussy and squirming bottom presented themselves for the camera even more fully. Her movements had become slower, as if she were getting tired, but couldn’t part with the soothing of the toy between her thighs.
“Are you watching, Daddy?” she whispered, her voice a breathless rasp as she wedged the vibrator against the pillow so that she could hump it more freely. “I can almost feel your eyes on me.”
I leaned closer to the screen as Louisa’s body began to quiver with the approach of another climax. Her hands moved around to her backside. My cock leapt as my little girl spread her bottom cheeks wide apart, naughtily exposing her tight, pink hole.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged, grinding her pussy harder against the vibrator’s buzzing head. “I need you to fuck my bottom again. It’s yours… all of me is yours.”
Her body convulsed as another orgasm tore through her, more powerful than the first. She screamed my name—not just Daddy this time, but Daddy Jax—as her body shook with pleasure. The sound of my actual name on her lips during such an intimate moment sent an electric shock through my system.
“Fuck,” I whispered, barely aware I’d spoken aloud.
“I’ll set up that meeting,” Esme said, her voice startling me. I’d forgotten the comm was still open. “Corporate will want to know why you’re making this request.”
I continued watching as Louisa collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with exertion, the vibrator still clutched in her trembling hand. She turned and looked directly at the camera, her eyes heavy-lidded, but aware.
“Please just set up the meeting, Esme,” I repeated, ignoring her question. “First thing tomorrow.”
Louisa
A female guard brought me a pink prison uniform to wear when she came to take me to the bathroom so I could clean myself up. I could hardly believe I had put on the lewd self-pleasure exhibition for the camera last night, but at the same time I couldn’t help feeling proud of myself.
I had needed it. I had asked permission, and I had shown whoever was watching that I knew about my bad girl needs, and how to satisfy them when my daddy (or daddies) couldn’t help me with their belts and their cocks.
So I held my head high when I walked into the conference room to meet with the parole board.
Then I saw Jax at the table and I lost it. My knees buckled as tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was here—my daddy, looking as powerful and commanding as ever in a tailored dark suit. Without thinking, I ran toward him, a sob escaping my throat.
Jax stood, opening his arms to catch me as I collapsed against his broad chest. His familiar scent enveloped me—that masculine mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely him—and I buried my face against him, my tears soaking into his pristine white shirt.
“Shh, Little Lulu,” he murmured, his large hand stroking my hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
“You’re breaking protocol, Mr. Walton,” a female voice said sharply from across the table.
I turned my tearstained face to see another face I recognized—Esme, the woman I couldn’t help thinking of as a seamstress, though it seemed she actually was much more than that.
She sat at the center of the long table, flanked by four other serious-looking people in business suits, all watching us with analytical eyes.
“Fuck protocol,” Jax said, his arms tightening around me. He bent down, his lips brushing against my ear. “It’s going to be okay, baby girl, but we have to get through this. Can you be brave for Daddy?”
I nodded, reluctantly pulling back enough to look up into his steel-gray eyes. “I love you,” I whispered, not caring who heard.
“I love you too,” Jax replied, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
I heard tsking and murmurs from the board. The five Selecta assessors exchanged meaningful glances, their expressions impossible to read. I couldn’t stop staring at Jax, couldn’t believe he was really here.
Esme cleared her throat. “Miss Bell, please take a seat.” She gestured to a chair positioned directly across from the board. “Mr. Walton, you know you’re not permitted to speak until the board gives permission.”
Jax gave me a look I couldn’t quite decipher, but I realized he needed me to get through this on my own, to prove to myself that I could do it. I squared my shoulders and moved to the indicated chair, sitting with my hands folded in my lap like a good girl.
“Louisa Bell,” Esme began, consulting a tablet in front of her.
“I want to start by acknowledging your instrumental role in last night’s operation.
Thanks to your assistance, we’ve successfully dismantled a significant portion of this city’s criminal infrastructure.
You should be proud of your contribution. ”
I nodded, my eyes drifting back to Jax. I couldn’t help it—his presence had a magnetic pull, drawing my attention no matter how hard I tried to focus on Esme’s words.
“Miss Bell,” Esme said sharply, “I need you to understand that Mr. Walton is not permitted to speak during this evaluation. If you continue to look to him for guidance, it will be noted in your assessment.”
I forced my gaze back to Esme, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” I said, my voice small. “I understand.”
“Good.” Esme smiled slightly, her expression softening. “Now, let’s discuss your rehabilitation. The reports from your time with Mr. Walton suggest you’ve made significant progress in acknowledging your submissive needs and your desire for structure and discipline.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you feel you’re ready to make amends for your past criminal activities?” Esme asked, studying me with those sharp, assessing eyes.
“I am,” I said with more confidence than I expected to feel. “I just… I don’t know how.”
Esme’s smile widened fractionally. “Fortunately, Selecta is quite good at finding ways for bad girls to pay their debt to society.” She glanced down at her tablet, swiping through several screens.
“We’ve spent the last fifteen minutes discussing your case file, including your performance last night and your… exhibition in your cell afterward.”
My face blazed hot at the mention of my lewd display for the cameras. I hadn’t been certain anyone was watching, but of course they had been.
“I imagine, given your intelligence,” Esme continued, “that you’ve figured out that Selecta’s biometric sensors can tell a great deal about you that even you are usually not fully aware of.
At that level, frankly, it’s impossible for your body to lie, but of course your mind is where the change must occur, when we try to help a bad girl like you put her feet on the path to a law-abiding—and happy—life. ”
I couldn’t help it: I looked over at Jax again. To my dismay, though he wore a little smile, he shook his head, as if warning me.
“Miss Bell,” said the woman sitting to Esme’s right, “the reason Mr. Walton wouldn’t generally—frankly, shouldn’t—be here is that it’s essential that you be able to rehabilitate without him.
It’s one of the reasons girls in this facility each have three daddies assigned to them, who share responsibility for their discipline and sexual submission. ”
I swallowed hard, thinking about the little of life in the facility I’d seen as Daddy Pete had led me to my cell.
“I…” I said. “Daddy… I mean, Jax… I mean…”
I almost started to cry at my sheer inability to get a coherent sentence to come out of my mouth, but I didn’t look at Jax. I looked straight at Esme, and at the severe-looking woman who had spoken, and forced myself to go on.
“Mr. Walton shared me with… with his bodyguards… I mean, I guess they’re not really his bodyguards… they… they…”
“Rudy Salman and Mateo Herrari,” said a man at the opposite end of the table from Jax. “Mr. Salman and Mr. Herrari are training daddies like Mr. Walton.”
My cheeks grew hot as I remembered Jax sharing me with my ‘other’ Daddies. I nodded.
“Yes. Mr. Walton shared me with Mr. Salman and Mr. Herrari, and I understand now that that was so that I would be able to have that kind of…”
I realized that my words had gone out of control again, their meaning hopelessly tangled. I pushed a sob back down into my chest.
“Look,” I said, trying to look at each of the board in turn without letting my eyes seek out Jax’s the way they desperately wanted to. “I don’t know the words for it, but even though I love Jax, I would want to make amends and obey the law even if I had to do it without my daddy.”
Esme turned to one side and then the other, her eyes searching the faces of her colleagues. I couldn’t read their hard expressions at all, and for a moment I thought I had ruined everything. Then Esme spoke again, her voice much warmer.
“Louisa, you’ve shown remarkable adaptability and an impressive willingness to embrace your true nature.” To my surprise and elation, she smiled. “The question now is what path forward will best serve both your rehabilitation and society’s needs.”
The other assessors nodded in agreement, their expressions remaining neutral, but somehow less severe than before.
“Although it’s highly unusual,” Esme said, setting her tablet down and folding her hands atop it, “Selecta has approved a proposal that Mr. Walton would like to present. You may speak now, Mr. Walton.”
Jax stood, his imposing presence commanding the room’s attention.
“Thank you, Esme.” He turned to face me, his gray eyes intense with an emotion I couldn’t quite name, except that it absolutely came from a place of love.
“Little Lulu, I’ve been offered a position with Selecta’s rehabilitation division in another city.
I would serve in an administrative capacity, overseeing programs similar to the one you’ve been part of. ”
My heart began to race. Was he saying what I thought he was saying?
“I’ve requested that you be released into my custody,” Jax continued, his voice deep and steady. “You would work alongside me, helping other bad girls understand and embrace their submissive needs, just as you’ve learned to embrace yours.”
“You mean…” I could barely form the words, hope blooming in my chest. “You’ll still be my daddy?”
Jax’s face softened into a smile that made my heart skip. “Yes, Little Lulu. I’ll still be your daddy. Always.”
“Yes,” I said immediately, not caring how eager I sounded. “Yes, please.”