Chapter 8
Eight
Briana
There’s no way for me to fall asleep. I’m too anxious. I can’t know for sure if my stalker is going to show up tonight. He made it clear that I should always be prepared for the eventuality. And who looks forward to being traumatized in their own bed?
I did my homework. I ate a salad—only because my roommates and I cooked together tonight, and it was happenstance that they were planning to make a big chef salad. My stalker will be pleased.
Daddy…
Daddy will be pleased.
I slid into bed at the ridiculously early hour of ten o’clock with my blindfold on. That’s not the only thing I’m wearing that’s new. I also put on the white tank top and a fresh pair of white cotton panties that were left on my pillow.
I feel exposed in this. The tank top only reaches my panties, and it’s thin enough that it leaves nothing to the imagination. If Daddy pulls my covers down, like he did last night, he will get a really good idea of what my breasts look like.
My eyes are open behind the blindfold because I’m wide awake. My mind is racing. What am I doing? This is a constant running question in my head. It won’t stop. I’m so deep into this that I’d be too embarrassed to tell a living soul. How would I explain why I never brought it up before?
Minutes tick by. I gradually stop trembling under the covers.
I’m absurdly disappointed that he isn’t here.
On top of that, I once again turned down an offer to go out with my roommates.
It’s the middle of the week, but they found a party they wanted to attend.
I told them I had a headache and needed to go to bed.
I’ve begged out of their partying a few times since the first night we went out.
There are several reasons why I haven’t joined them.
For one, even if I hadn’t met my stalker, the party scene isn’t for me.
I don’t like drinking or drunk people. Secondly, I’ve been worried that if I went anywhere with them, my stalker would terrorize me again.
Eventually they will stop asking me to join.
They’re gone now, and the house is so silent. Every single creak makes me wonder.
But my stalker is stealthy. I’m totally unaware of his presence until the moment his hand slips over my mouth. A second after that, the bed dips as he sits next to me.
Even though I was expecting him. Hoping. I still squeal behind his palm. It’s a reflex reaction.
He covers my mouth harder, his finger nearly blocking off my nose at the same time. “Shhh. No noises, naughty girl.”
My adrenaline is pumping hard. I’m in a near panic, even though I knew this would happen. It’s still startling.
His mouth is near my ear. “You must learn to remain quiet. If you can’t, I’ll have to gag you.”
I nod, my nostrils sucking in with each inhale.
“Do I need to put tape over your mouth every time I visit until you learn to control your reactions?”
I shake my head again.
He finally eases his hand away.
“My roommates aren’t home,” I whisper.
“I’m well aware of that, princess. But sometimes they will be.” His voice is deep and low, like always. He isn’t planning to speak to me at a louder volume even though we’re alone. “They could come back at any moment.”
“Okay,” I say as softly as possible. I don’t want to anger him. I find myself wanting to please him.
“Did you do your homework, princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. If I inspect your room, will I find your dirty clothes in the hamper and your toiletries in the drawers where they belong?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Nevertheless, you disobeyed me this morning, didn’t you?”
I’m so fucking nervous. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. I needed to be somewhere.”
“Where did you need to be that was more important than cleaning your room?”
Should I tell him? I don’t want him to go after my brother if I anger him. It seems like a bad idea. “I had to meet someone for coffee.”
“Mmm. That’s very vague, Briana. It better not have been a boy.”
“No, Sir. Not like you’re thinking, anyway.”
“You need structure, Briana. Rules. Guidance.” His voice is firm.
My body clenches. Those words should make me run. Instead, they make my panties wet. It’s a new experience for me. I’ve never known what it felt like to be aroused. Nothing in my past has ever given me butterflies or made my heart race. Until him. Until now.
Today was worse than any day since the prank. I couldn’t focus. He was on my mind all day. I struggled to listen to my professors. I hope I took enough notes to go back through them later and catch up. I tried this afternoon, but I was still completely preoccupied by him. Daddy.
There’s something terribly wrong with me that I would be so intrigued by a man I know nothing about, except that he’s scared the fuck out of me on two occasions. I’m not counting tonight because I was expecting him, or at least, I was pining for him.
“You know I can’t let you off the hook for deliberately disobeying me this morning, right, princess?”
Again, my heart is going to beat out of my chest. “No, Sir,” I whisper so softly.
“I think you were testing me. What do you think?”
Swallowing, I nod slowly. “Maybe…”
“Let’s get your punishment over with first, then, shall we?”
“Yes, Sir.” Tears come to my eyes. I’m scared. Anyone would be.
He stands and pulls the covers down my body so fast I don’t have time to react. “Flip onto your tummy, Briana,” he orders.
Whimpering, I do as I’m told. “Are you going to spank me?” My voice cracks. Tears trickle out of my eyes.
“Yes, princess. When you misbehave, I will always punish you. It will help you learn to obey me. You need discipline, Briana. I promise you’ll feel better after Daddy spanks you.”
“Will it hurt?” I’m shaking, panic swelling. I know I practically asked for this, and I’m even looking forward to it, but that doesn’t make me less scared.
“Yes, princess. It wouldn’t be effective if it didn’t hurt.” He taps my hip. “Come up onto all fours for me, naughty girl.”
My arms and legs are shaking too hard to hold myself up, but I soon realize it’s temporary.
He stuffs two pillows under my tummy. “You can relax now. Arms over your head.”
I’m making noises. Sounds of fear. Whimpers. Sobs.
One of his hands comes to the small of my back, pushing my tank up so that his palm is on my bare skin. He uses his other hand to yank my panties down to my knees.
I cry out.
Suddenly, his touch is gone, but only for a moment. The next thing I know, he grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back. More panic consumes me. I’ve angered him with my loud eruption.
“Open your mouth, naughty girl,” he barks.
Not thinking why he’s making this demand, I part my lips.
“Wider,” he orders, his voice insistent. He’s angry now. As angry as I’ve seen him. Angry, but oddly, not out of control.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and then regret that decision when he fills it with something rubbery. The ball gag…
The sensation is horrible. My jaw is stretched too much.
I clamp down on the ball with my teeth, but it’s still too wide.
I struggle against him, trying to push onto all fours, but he fastens the gag at the back of my head with incredible dexterity and then grabs my wrists and swings my arms around to hold them at the small of my back.
I’m sobbing now, so fucking scared. He’s gone too far. And it’s my fault. I have let him do this. I let him into my bedroom. I didn’t need to obey him. I should have called the cops.
Now I’m totally at his mercy. My stalker. I can’t catch my breath. My nose is running against my pillow. It seems like I’ll suffocate. My mouth hurts. Slobber is running out of the corners because I can’t swallow properly.
My stalker holds my wrists firmly with one of his hands and clamps the backs of my thighs with his other forearm. “Stop struggling, Briana. You’re going to hyperventilate.”
It’s not possible. I can’t breathe. This has gone way too far. I’m fucking frightened out of my mind.
His voice is gentle as he speaks. “Calm down, naughty girl. Breathe through your nose. You know you can.”
I try, but my blood is racing through my body. Fight or flight mode.
“Nothing is happening that I didn’t warn you about.
You knew I would gag you if you made noises.
You knew I would spank you if you disobeyed me.
A part of you also knew that your body would be exposed to me, so don’t act so surprised that I’ve pulled your panties down.
Naughty girls who need a firm spanking get their punishment on bare skin. Always.”
Deep ragged breaths. In and out. When I suddenly make another attempt to struggle, he lifts his hand from my thighs and spanks my bottom so hard my teeth rattle against the ball.
My ass burns. It’s on fire.
“That little tap was a warning, Briana. Calm down,” he orders again. “I won’t start your punishment until you stop struggling.”
I squirm some more, but my efforts are futile. I can’t escape him. I’m crying now. My nose is running harder against my pillow. He’s going to hurt me. I caused this.
My stalker strokes my bottom and the backs of my thighs over and over as if he might be helping me relax. “I’ll wait until you’re ready, princess.”
There is no recourse but to submit. I’m not going to get out of this. And my jaw hurts. I don’t want him to keep me gagged for very long.
Giving up the fight, I force my body to relax on top of the pillows.
“That’s a good girl. You can breathe fine with the gag in place, Briana. Mind over matter. Are you ready for Daddy to punish you?”
I whimper as I nod, giving my consent for this stranger to beat me. I assume I will live through this, and if I’m still alive and I decide I never want this to happen again, all I have to do is call the police like a sane human.
No, it’s not that simple. I can’t give them enough information to locate my stalker. I don’t think his woodsy scent or size is very helpful. But maybe they could protect me while they look for him? Maybe he left fingerprints on my room. I bet he has a record. They would find him.