Chapter 12 #2
Harsh sniffles follow. I can’t stop them. Renewed panic.
“Breathe, princess. Mind over matter. I’m not hurting you. I will only swat you if you make sounds. This is a sensual lesson. A reward. You’ve earned it. I’m giving you a break for your current disobedience because I know this is new to you. Understandable. But you will calm down, pretty girl.”
I nod rapidly, trying hard to do as he’s demanding. It’s difficult. Does he not understand how fucking scared I am?
Once again, I lose my composure when he circles my ankle with more of the nylon restraint system.
He pulls my leg to the corner of the bed and tethers me.
A second later, he does the same to my other leg.
I’m stretched tight. I don’t have the leverage to dig my heels in or lift my butt.
My arms are stretched over my head, making my chest feel sensitive and exposed even though I’m covered with the tank top.
The shirt is almost nothing. It provides no real coverage. It’s white and thin and see-through. I’m not sure how much light he has. It’s possible he turned on the bathroom light. I have no idea how long he was here before he woke me up.
My breasts feel heavy. My nipples hard and greedy.
“You have no idea how pretty you are, princess,” he purrs. “I’m going to take pictures during every step of this process. Later, I’ll show them to you so you can see how sexy you are when you give yourself to me.”
I buck and shake my head. Fuck. No. No pictures. I’m already uneasy about the photo he has of my pussy. At least no one will recognize me in that one. But if he takes pictures of my entire body…
He swats my inner thigh—the other one this time. “Behave, naughty girl,” he orders. “The pictures will help you learn to obey me. You will do well to remember I have them. You wouldn’t want them to leak out to the dean or show up all over the internet.”
I can’t breathe. My head is spinning. I want a crack in the earth to swallow me whole.
When he swats me again, I realize I’m moaning, begging in the only way I know how.
Please, no. Please, no pictures, Daddy.
But I’m sure it’s too late. He has already taken some.
Suddenly, while I’m still in a desperate state of mortification, he taps my nipple again. Electricity zings through me. Butterflies take flight in my tummy. I squeeze the walls of my pussy.
“Sensual lesson, princess,” he whispers. “Relax your body. Focus on Daddy’s touch.” He circles the opposite nipple over my tank top.
When I moan again, he swats my inner thigh again.
Fuck. I need to stop making noises.
“You’ll learn, pretty girl. You’ll learn to stay very quiet when Daddy tells you to. It’s hard at first. I know. You can’t help yourself. But I will train you. I’ll work with you often until you’re capable of accepting what I offer without making a sound.”
He flicks my swollen nipple.
This time, I bite down on the ball gag and avoid making any sound.
“There’s my good girl. I know you can do it. You’re such a bright girl. You just need a little guidance, don’t you, princess?”
I can’t stop myself from nodding.
He trails his finger in a spiral around my breast. “These are so pretty. I need to see them.”
My stalker shocks me when he straddles me. He grabs my tank top and lifts it over my breasts. The moment the air hits my nipples, I writhe. I can feel him staring intently at my tits. It’s so fucking erotic. I’ve never been more turned on.
“Perfection.”
My chest rises and falls with every deep breath and exhale. Still, he holds my shirt up, not touching me.
Eventually, I’m so desperate that I whimper. The sound of my voice makes me wince right before he swats my breast.
“Shhh. Naughty girl. Focus on my orders.”
A shudder wracks my body. My boob is on fire. I can’t decide if I want him to do it again or resume his gentle touches. I’m in control of that. All I have to do is keep quiet to get the sensual experience.
“I can see your mind racing, princess. I know you enjoyed having your bottom spanked last night, but I advise that you not tempt me. I won’t flip you over and swat your bottom again tonight.
I will pull your panties down and spank your naked pussy until you regret making a single sound. Do I make myself clear?”
My breath hitches. I nod vigorously.
“No sounds,” he admonishes sharply.
I’m so disappointed when he pulls my shirt back over my chest that I nearly moan again.
He cups my globes over the cotton, weighing them before stroking my nipples with his thumbs. “So responsive. You like it when Daddy touches your little breasts, don’t you, princess?”
Holding my breath, I tip my head back. It’s not a good idea. I need to keep my chin down to avoid choking on my saliva. But I’m so fucking turned on, and it’s so embarrassing.
He continues to rub them. “They’re tinier than I expected. Like little bug bites.”
It’s a struggle to remain silent. His words are odd. I should be insulted. But he’s simply making an observation.
When he pinches them, I buck.
“I bet they will get larger over time. You’re only eighteen. No one has played with them before. I’m the first and only man who will touch these sweet buttons. Now that I’ve seen them, I’m going to want to touch them often. Keep them hard. I bet they will get larger if I suck on them.”
Please…
His words… So strange. It’s like he’s talking to himself. Making notes. And he’s so confident that I’ll never be with anyone else. This man who stalks me. Corners me. Has never shown me his face.
I wonder if he’s scarred. Does he think I would care? Maybe that’s why he does it. But I’ve never heard anyone speak of a badly disfigured man on campus. He is a student, right? Fuck. I don’t know anything about him. Maybe he doesn’t go to this school at all.
He moves to kneel between my thighs. With my feet secured to the corners of the bed, I can’t draw my legs together, but the presence of his knees between mine emphasizes my total restraint.
His fingers dance on my thighs.
I whimper before quickly stopping myself.
“Good girl. You’re learning. It takes practice, princess. You’ll get it right. I know you will. You have bad habits ingrained in you. Daddy will correct them until you stop doing them without hesitation. You’ll learn to lie still for me and not make a sound without the straps and the ball gag.”
His fingers trail up my hips and swirl around my exposed tummy. He keeps talking, but it’s so hard to focus. In my head, I’m begging him to touch me in other places.
“Shhh… I know you’re screaming inside. I can see it in your expression.
Settle down, princess. Calm your mind. Accept your submission.
Surrender to it. Give me your power. It’s what you were born to do.
You know it deep inside. You knew it the night we met.
You knew you felt right in my arms. Alive.
Cherished. You knew I would worship you. Stop fighting it.”
I can’t stop panting. I want to obey him, but it’s so hard.
“Slow your breathing, pretty girl…” His voice is so reverent. He’s enamored by me. Intrigued and stunned. Same as me.
“I did some research. Did you know there are people who are natural submissives?”
I don’t move. How can he talk to me while he’s trailing his fingertips over my bare skin? Making me want.
“It’s true. I read a lot of articles on it.
Just like there are natural Dominants. Apparently, I’m one.
” He chuckles at this revelation. “And you, my pretty girl, are a natural submissive. You need someone to top you. You’ve been existing without really living because you need another person to make decisions for you.
Someone to guide you. In your case, a Daddy since you never had a caretaker in your life.
There’s a void in you. It has to be filled.
You’ll never be fully happy or satisfied without filling that hole. ”
My focus is split between his deep philosophical revelation and his fingers that have moved to my hips again. They’re easing along the elastic edge of my panties, reminding me of the fact that my bottom is still sore. I winced when I put them on before bed.
“And do you know something else? Deeply submissive people can be trained just like puppies.” He chuckles again. “That sounds silly, but it’s true. A reward system. When you do as you’re told, you get a treat. When you misbehave, you get reprimanded. Have you ever trained a puppy, princess?”
I shake my head. I’m not a dog. I’m not fond of this thought process.
“I haven’t either, but many Dominants have found excellent results when they train their submissives with similar methods. Some even put their submissive in a kennel when they’re disobedient.”
I gasp behind the gag.
“Hopefully, we won’t need to use a kennel. I think you’ll learn to obey me without such drastic methods. Don’t you?”
Is he fucking with me? I nod. I have no choice.
“You were a very good girl today, Briana. I’m so proud of you. That’s why I’m going to reward you. It will help you strive to be good every day.”
A full shudder waves through me. I want his reward.
He’s taking so long to get to it, though.
I’m coming out of my skin. I don’t even care what he’s going to do because the truth is that what I’m already experiencing is a reward.
He’s giving me all of his attention. Me.
No one else. He’s focused on me. Talking to me.
Touching me in ways that make goosebumps rise on my skin.
I’d be a good girl every day if he would sit with me like this at night and praise me.
I’d let him gag and blindfold me and tie me to the bed every night for the rest of my life to have him always come to me and soothe me with his words and his voice. He’s a drug. So addictive.
I don’t mind if he spanks me again because he gave me his attention to do that, too. But this is nicer.
His fingers graze up to my breasts again, and I arch my chest when he taps my nipples. He circles them. “I love how you respond to my touch, princess.”
My pulse picks up again. Please… I silently beg.
“Such a good girl. You haven’t made a sound in several minutes. You’re learning.” He pinches my tight buds.
I stifle the groan that wants to come out by holding my breath.
“Good girl. So obedient.”
After releasing my nipples, he drags his fingertips down my body to my panties. “You have no idea how much I love seeing you in a white tank top and plain white cotton panties. So pure. Untouched. You were waiting for me, weren’t you, princess? Saving your innocence for me.”
I nod. I think I was. It’s irrational, but maybe it’s true.
My breath hitches when he flattens one palm on my pelvis and grazes his other pointer along the edge of my panties an inch from my pussy. The blood drains from my head. I can feel my pulse between my legs.
“I’m going to hold you down, princess. It will be too difficult for you to stay still for me. I won’t ask that of you. It would take a lot of training to teach you to keep from squirming while I touch your pussy.”
My eyes roll back in my head. He can’t see them. But maybe he can tell by looking at my face.
His finger touches my pussy over the cotton, so lightly I’m not even sure it’s happening. “These panties are soaked, princess. You’re desperate for my touch, aren’t you, pretty girl?”
My nostrils flare with every breath.
When he flicks his finger over my clit, I nearly come off the bed. At least, I want to and would have if he weren’t pinning me down.
“So responsive. You have no idea how pretty you are, all flushed with arousal. Have you ever felt this kind of need, princess?”
I shake my head, trying not to whine. He moves his finger lower. It still feels good against my labia, but I want him to touch my clit again.
Removing his finger, he leans over me. “Your body is mine now, Briana. Do you understand?”
I nod so hard my brain is probably jarred.
“You’ll give yourself to me and no one else. No other man will ever touch you. No man will ever hear you whimper. You’re mine.” His words are firm. A demand. A promise. A warning.
“You will not let anyone see you. Not ever. You will wear what I set out for you so that no man sees more than I’m willing to show of you. Do you understand?”
Another vicious nod. I will agree to anything he says. I’m his slave.
“You will not look at other men or boys. Never in their eyes. If I catch you looking at them, I will punish you.”
My skin is on fire. I need him to touch me. I’ll die if he doesn’t give me more.
“From now on, you don’t go anywhere without my permission.
You will text me and ask when you want to leave the house.
You will let me know when you’re going from one class to the next.
You won’t stop anywhere without checking in with me.
You may not go to the bathroom without waiting for my approval. Do you understand?”
My heart is racing as I nod. I can’t stop myself. I’m his. Can’t he see that? He doesn’t have to tell me. I’m just his. Like he said, I was always his from the moment we met, or probably from whenever he saw me before we met. He claimed me, and he was right to do so.
“You will not touch your body unnecessarily. Your pleasure is mine to dole out. You will not take it. If you test me, I will punish you. If you disobey me, I will discipline you harshly. That’s the only way to ensure you learn to submit. Sometimes, you will need to be reminded that you are mine.”
More nodding. I’m not sure I’ve stopped. My body craves his attention. My heart and soul and mind. They want what he’s offering.
“You’re going to come for me now, Briana. You’re going to come so hard, and when you do, I’m going to cover your mouth to keep you from waking up the house.”
Anything. I need to come.
For him. Only for him.
I’m his.
He leans back, reapplying pressure on my pelvis.
That finger circles one of my nipples and then the other before returning to my pussy.
He strokes it up and down between my soaked folds over the cotton, making me think I might die if he doesn’t let me come.
It’s not even a concept I understand, and yet I’m so close I’m losing my mind.
Suddenly, he flicks my clit over and over. “Come,” he orders.
And I do. I shatter. My body convulses as he continues to touch my swollen nub. His other hand moves immediately to cover my mouth, muffling my screams. Because I’m definitely screaming behind the gag and his palm.
Thank goodness he’s giving me a pass on this one.
When he eventually removes his finger, I slowly float back into my body.
“Such a good girl. So gorgeous. So precious…”