Chapter 23
Three months later …
Natasha
My graduation day is unseasonably warm, and I’m wearing the prettiest white eyelet dress. It’s modest. The most modest thing Daddy has ever bought for me. It’s still short, but it’s at least three inches past my panties.
The entire thing is lace over a silk shell. It’s formfitting, so it accentuates my subtle curves. I couldn’t believe it when Daddy showed it to me last week. It’s not like anything he usually lets me wear, and he only allowed me to wear it under the condition that I do not complain about any other part of the ensemble.
Which means I’m wearing white panties that say Daddy’s Pussy on them. I nearly died laughing when I saw them. I know he did it to make sure not a soul saw even a tiny glimpse. Unfortunately, those panties have a matching training bra that says Daddy’s Titties , and I’m wearing that, too.
I’m not as bothered by his selections anymore. He can be eccentric in his choices, and I usually go with it. He didn’t let me have heels like most of the women are wearing, but the white flats he got me are cute.
Daddy did my hair this morning, too. Most of it is down. He pulled the front section back and clipped it in a barrette with a white bow on it. My peers were dressed in every imaginable style today, so my outfit didn’t cause anyone to glance twice.
We’re back at the house now after an amazing day. Albert and Edith not only attended my graduation ceremony with us, but they also came with us to the restaurant where we had lunch. Simone joined us, too. I’ve learned she’s rather estranged from her parents and didn’t invite them. For the last three months, she’s often joined my family unit on weekends and holidays.
Albert and Edith congratulate me for the millionth time and excuse themselves to go into the house, leaving Daddy and me standing next to the garage. Daddy didn’t pull the car in, but he often doesn’t. He likes to let everyone out first.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses me. “I’m so proud of you, Little one.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“I got you two gifts.”
I grin. Of course he did. Probably a pony and a small island because Daddy doesn’t do anything half-assed.
He points toward the closed garage bay at the end where the car he bought me months ago sat unused for a long time. He finally sold it, saying that he couldn’t stand to look at it since it caused such a rift between us.
I haven’t asked him for another car. I’ve decided I kind of like that I don’t have to worry about driving. He would never let me go out alone or drive with Simone anyway, so what’s the point?
He still won’t let me ride with Simone, either. He says that day shaved years off his life, that the thought of me in a car alone or with Simone makes him hyperventilate.
“What?” I glance at him. “I know you didn’t buy me a car.”
He shrugs and pushes the button to open the garage door.
At first, I don’t see anything at all. It’s an empty bay.
Daddy is chuckling.
I look again and notice something small sitting in the middle of the floor. I approach slowly. This man has a warped sense of humor. I bend down to pick up a small boat, like the kind from a modeling kit. It’s white, and it says Daddy’s Girl in pink on the side.
I hold it up, smiling and confused. “Thank you?”
He laughs. “It’s a replica. The real one is out on the water at the dock. It’s waiting for us.”
I gasp. “You bought me a sailboat?”
“Yep. I thought it would be something fun we could do together. I’ve always wanted to learn to sail, but I didn’t have anyone to do it with.”
I’m grinning as I approach him. “Does it really say Daddy’s Girl on the side of it?”
“Hell, yes. In pink. Just like that one.”
“And you’re going to let me go out on the ocean in a boat?” I’m skeptical. That sounds way outside his comfort zone as far as danger is concerned.
“With a life vest on, of course. And only when I’m with you.”
I grin wider. “I’ll take it.” I throw my arms around him.
He kisses me. “One more gift. It’s inside.” He takes my hand and leads me into the house and down the hallway toward his office. There used to be a sitting room next to his office, but he’s had it blocked off, with carpenters coming and going, for weeks. He told me he was renovating it.
I’m curious.
When he opens the door, I step inside and stop dead. I don’t even blink. “What is this?”
“Your office, Little one.” He wraps his arms around me from behind. “I feel like I know your style well enough to create the perfect workspace for you. How did I do?”
“It’s amazing,” I murmur as I take it all in. Instead of the dark wood and paneling that was in this room before, it’s all bright. The furniture is white. There’s a huge, modern, sleek desk in the middle of the room, a small table and chairs in one corner, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves on two walls, and cabinets on a third wall. The outside wall used to have two small windows. Now, it’s a glass wall with a view of the backyard.
Daddy points to the wall between our offices. “I had a door put in to connect us, so you don’t have to go to the hallway to get to me.” He kisses my neck. “And vice versa.”
I can’t stop smiling. It’s so pretty in here. “What am I going to do in here?”
“Write a novel, of course.”
I spin around in his arms. “Really?”
“Of course. It’s your passion. I know you’ve been tinkering with ideas. I’ve seen you typing away. I know you weren’t always doing homework or writing a paper for class.”
Nothing gets by this man.
I stare at him, trying not to cry. My own office.
“I also got you the latest computer, a printer, a giant monitor, and an ergonomic keyboard. They will be delivered tomorrow.”
“What if I suck at writing?”
He shrugs. “You’ll come up with something you love.”
“And it has to be something I can do from this room,” I tease, “because you’re not letting me leave the house to get a real job.”
“Exactly.” He’s not kidding. He’s not going to let me stray far from him. He rarely goes into his own office anymore. He has turned more and more of his workload over to his staff.
It’s weird living with someone who’s independently wealthy and doesn’t need to work, but I’m getting used to it. He still micromanages things from the house, but now that I’ve graduated, I bet he will only go into the office on rare occasions.
He kisses me in that panty-melting way of his. The man doesn’t just kiss like regular people. He consumes. He turns my brain to mush and makes it difficult to remain standing. My knees are always weak when he’s done.
I’m marginally aware of him closing the door and locking it, which sends a chill down my spine. He’s still kissing me into submission as he walks me to the center of the room. When my ass hits the desk, he lifts me and sits me on the end.
Finally, he releases my lips and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m glad the monitor and computer haven’t come yet because I’m going to strip this dress off you and fuck you on this desk. It needs to be christened. And every time you sit at it to write, I want you to be thinking about me fucking you right in here.”
I swoon inside. He’s so crude and romantic at the same time.
His hands come to the back of my dress and lower the zipper. I lift my butt so he can pull it off my body. He removes my shoes next, leaving me in the extremely kinky bra-and-panty set.
Daddy puts a hand on the small of my back and lowers me over the top of the desk.
“Uhh… Aren’t you going to take off my panties and bra?”
“No. I want to look at them while I fuck you, Little one. Daddy’s Pussy and Daddy’s Titties. I’m a possessive man. I like the reminder that I own you.”
I glance down at the obscene garments and sigh. I’m not going to change his mind. I don’t even care. Jameson Hoffman does what Jameson Hoffman wants. I accept his kinky ideas and go with them because they’re so titillating, and he loves it when I acquiesce.
Going with the flow, I lift my arms over my head, spread my legs wide, and say, “Take me, Daddy. I want your come on my desk.”
He leaves all his clothes on, only opening his dress pants to let his cock out. He’s even still wearing a tie. It always feels so naughty when he strips me naked or almost naked but remains dressed to fuck me.
It’s a thing with him. He likes to take me in quiet risqué corners, forcing me to be quiet. He does it at Surrender, and he does it in the house. I’ve never been caught naked, so I assume he makes sure that won’t happen, but the threat is enough to make my adrenaline pump.
Palming his cock, he grabs my hip with his other hand and hauls me closer to the edge of the desk. He still doesn’t remove my panties. He simply pulls the cotton aside and thrusts into me.
I’ve been wet for him for hours, and I cry out as soon as he’s fully seated.
Daddy covers my mouth. “Shhh, Little one. I’m going to train you to be quiet when we fuck so I can fuck you in really naughty locations. I’m going to fuck you hard right now, and I don’t want you to make a sound. When I’m done, I’ll spank you for every noise you made.”
I moan. “That’s not a deterrent.”
He pulls almost out. “Do you know what happens to sassy Little girls?” He thrusts into me again.
I gasp. “They get their pussies filled?” I say, maintaining my sassy attitude.
He holds himself inside me and pinches my clit. “They get their pussies spanked.”
I stop breathing and look at him. Would he?
“I bought a small crop for that. It’s the perfect size for swatting sassy Little girls’ nipples and clits.”
I shudder as he thrusts into me again. His hands come to my chest, and he pinches my nipples through the thin material of my kinky training bra.
I whimper.
“That’s one.”
I purse my lips. Daddy does not joke around about discipline. I need to keep my mouth closed while he fucks me. I’m not good at that, though, which is why he’s decided to train me.
“Good girl.” He grabs my hips and thrusts in and out several times before bringing one hand to my clit and pinching it again. “Come for me, Natasha.”
I come on command. He’s that good. The waves of release wash through me, causing me to clench around his cock with my tight channel. Somehow, I manage to keep from screaming. Just barely.
Daddy comes right behind me, filling me with his semen. It’s over too soon, and I’m panting as he withdraws. “Don’t move.” He pads across the room, opens one of the cabinets, and returns holding a pink stick. What?
He shows it to me. “The crop.”
I start to draw my legs together.
“If you move those knees even one inch, I’ll double the number.”
I whimper as I spread my thighs wider. My pussy is soaked from our combined release, and my panties are still pushed to one side, exposing my pussy lips.
Daddy sets his free hand on my pelvis, pulling my panties farther to the side to expose my pussy more. “Two swats, Little one. One for the shock value and one to make you come again. I want you to orgasm when I spank your pussy.”
I suck back my thoughts. I doubt I could come from pain inflicted on my clit. But he always gets his way, so I must trust him.
Holding me steady, he strikes my pussy with enough force to make me nearly fly off the desk. I can’t catch my breath. The sting is tremendous, and he isn’t touching my throbbing pussy.
“On the next one, you’re going to come for me, Natasha.”
I swallow. My clit is on fire. I need to come. The orgasm he let me have while he was inside me wasn’t good enough. He did it on purpose, so I would have to endure this humiliation. “Yes, Daddy,” I manage to murmur.
Daddy lifts the crop and spanks my pussy even harder than the first time.
I can’t control my voice as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had consumes me. I’m a writhing, squirming mess as I cry out and then whimper through the waves of pleasure that go on and on.
“That’s my good girl. I had a suspicion you would enjoy a bit of pain to your pussy.”
Damn him. So insightful. I’m not sure how often I want to endure a pussy spanking, but fuck it was intense.
Everything about this man is intense. I’m thinking he should change his name legally to Mr. Controlling. He’s been dominating me for four months, moving us into a much deeper power exchange, starting the night he took my virginity.
I love him. I love how controlling he is. I love that all I have to do is lie here and wait for the next instruction. There’s no way of knowing if he’ll snuggle me in his arms and take me to bed or command me to go stand by the window with come running down my legs.
What I do know is that whatever he has planned, it’s well thought-out. He pushes me to the edge of my comfort zone day after day without going over. I’ve never used my safeword. I’ve never even come close. And the longer we’re together, the more I trust him to know how to control me.
It’s my life. It’s our life.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.