Chapter 19
Nineteen
Rook
I’m so fucking glad I was able to add microphones to Briana’s room while she was in class today. She’s been talking to herself. And she’s so fucking cute.
I’ve been smiling all afternoon as she muttered out loud about the importance of pleasing me and behaving. I don’t think she realizes how much she has said rather than thought.
I want to go to her right now and fuck her until she screams my name.
I can’t, of course, but I wish I could.
Should I go to her tonight and take what she’s offering, or should I make her wait a few more nights? I know the answer. I should make her stew a bit longer. She needs to develop patience. She needs to learn that she won’t always get what she wants the moment she craves it.
She took three days to apologize and beg me to come train her tight ass. I should take three days to accept the apology. It’s only fair. It’s how she will learn. She’ll be far less likely to disobey me in the future if I make it extremely unpleasant for her.
Yes, I whipped her pretty ass with my belt, but her deeper punishment has been my absence.
She really hates it when I don’t come to her.
It makes her sad. And that pleases me. She’s addicted to me.
It’s what I want. Soon, she won’t be able to live without me.
She won’t even know what to do without my guidance and instruction.
If she woke up in the morning and didn’t have a list of tasks and incoming texts, she would probably stand in the middle of her room, confused, until she missed her first class.
That’s what I want from her. Total dependence and devotion. We’re so close.
But there’s a huge problem. I tend to ignore it for days at a time, but I’m staring at it right now.
She’s texting with her brother, and I’m reading every word as the correspondence goes back and forth. He’d kill me with his bare hands if he knew I was invading his privacy. Cloning her phone doesn’t just violate her; it also violates everyone she exchanges texts with.
Luckily, that’s hardly anyone. She’s already so isolated that she doesn’t interact often with even her roommates. They stopped asking her to go places with them. There aren’t usually texts between them because they can just speak to each other in the house.
But Silver…
Huge fucking problem.
Silver: I’ve hardly seen you since you got here, Bri. Go to dinner with me tonight. Let’s catch up.
I watch my girl wince, and even better, now I can hear her voice. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck.”
I chuckle. I shouldn’t. She’s not allowed to cuss, and I know she wouldn’t do so if she knew I could hear her. She shouldn’t do naughty things I have forbidden even when I’m not with her.
She’s got quite the dilemma now. She hasn’t even told me she has a brother.
The only reason I have any idea of that fact is that she happened to come over when I was here.
And thank fuck because if she hadn’t, I might have eventually told Silver I’m still stringing along my freshman prank.
I haven’t told any of my roommates because…
motherfucker. This is a serious disaster that I don’t have answers for.
She’s typing and chewing on her bottom lip and bouncing her leg.
The one with the bruise. It’s a nervous habit, and lately, she winces and stops the bouncing as soon as she’s reminded of the deep purple hematoma.
It’s still painful three days later. I’ll remember that and use the information to my benefit.
Another message comes up.
Briana: I don’t think I can tonight. I have a lot of homework.
She’s lying to her brother. I kind of hate that, but I’m also impressed by her allegiance to me and me alone. It’s what I want from her. She’s turning down family to please her Daddy, a man she has never seen.
Silver: You’re taking the evening off. I insist. I’m picking you up at six. No excuses. See you then.
Briana covers her mouth, eyes wide, staring at her phone.
Fuck. I need to do something. I truly don’t like coming between her and Silver. He’s already going to fucking murder me in my sleep. If I deny her the ability to see him, and he finds out…
Suddenly, I have an idea, and I start typing.
Rook: Briana, I have an important work meeting tonight from five to nine. I’ll have my phone off. Behave.
She stares at my text for a long time. I’m not surprised.
I’m giving her the opportunity to lie to me.
At least by omission. It’s a dirty thing for me to do, but it’s the best way to give her an out.
She needs to go to dinner with her brother.
I wish I could be there with them. She’s my girl.
If things were different and we were in an open, normal relationship, I would take her to dinner with Silver myself.
She wouldn’t go alone, because she’s mine, but I wouldn’t deny her the relationship with her sibling.
I watch her hesitate for a long time while she thinks of something to text. I’m wondering if she will lie and tell me she has a school project or needs to meet with a faculty member or something. My curiosity is piqued.
Briana: I hope you can come to me afterward, Daddy. I miss you.
Oh, she’s sneaky. Brilliant response. Especially since I have not acknowledged her earlier lengthy text apologizing for keeping me out of her ass.
It’s going to be a challenge making her wait, but I’m going to enjoy watching her fall asleep each night with her naughty, naked bottom pushed up.
Offering herself to me night after night until I decide she’s suffered enough.
There’s a knock on my door, and I quickly flip off my monitor and lay my phone face down before I hurry over to the entrance. “Hey.” I try to sound casual as I face Silver.
His eyes are narrowed. “You’re up to something.”
I school my features in the way I was taught by this very man, eyes pinched in confusion. “What the hell would I be up to?”
He smirks. “I don’t know, but it’s something. You either have a girl or you’re working on some secret fucking project for the government in here.” He’s joking. I know this because I’ve learned the social cues for that, too.
I roll my eyes. It’s weird playing this game with him. We’re both awkward fuckers who’ve learned how to interact with others without raising eyebrows, but I have no idea why we do it with each other. Maybe it eventually seemed easier to keep up appearances all the time.
I laugh. “Yep. That’s it. The government contacted me, and I’ve been working on a secret spy mission to Mars. It’s keeping me very busy.”
Silver chuckles. “You’re lying, and you’re covering up for whatever you’re really doing in here so many hours every day. Don’t think we haven’t noticed. We’re all weird fucks. We know when one of us is weirder than usual. And you, Rook, are acting fucking odd.”
I shrug. “Not sure what to tell you.” It’s unnerving that he’s so perceptive, but what do I expect? He’s right. I’m totally out of sorts, and I’ve been avoiding my brothers, partly because it’s easier, and partly because facing them is lying to all of them.
“Yeah, well, I’m taking Bri to dinner, so I won’t be here. But you’ve hardly been joining us in the kitchen anyway, so I doubt you would have noticed.”
I nod. “Got it. No problem. Have fun.”
He slowly backs away, but he’s pointing at me. “You’re up to something,” he repeats.
I shut the door as soon as he’s gone and lean against it.
Fuck. This is so fucked up, and I seriously don’t have a clue how to get out of this goddamn mess.
It would have been much easier if Briana and I had eventually proven to be incompatible.
I expected that to be the case. What were the chances that some random girl I yanked into the pantry for the freshman prank would end up becoming my obsession?
And more importantly, what were the chances that she would reciprocate? Not only has she developed feelings for me, but she’s become so attached to me that she’s offering her tight ass for me to train.
I return to my monitor and turn it back on.
My princess is sitting at her desk doing her homework like a good girl. Like she was told. Because she’s mine, and she knows it. Just to prove it, I send her another text, because I’m apparently a sadist.
Rook: Take all your clothes off, Briana.
I want you to kneel next to your desk for thirty minutes with your hands behind your head.
You may use a pillow under your knees to keep them from getting sore.
Hold the form the entire time. You need to practice kneeling for me because I will expect you to do it often.
Plant your knees as wide as you can, keep your elbows back, eyes forward.
You have one minute to get into that position.
When your time is up, I will send you another text to let you know.
Don’t move until you receive it. Oh, I almost forgot the most important part.
I left a rubber cock in your bottom desk drawer.
Put it as far into your mouth as you can and hold it there the entire time.
You’ll have to suck to keep it in place.
Do not bite it. I will check it for teeth marks the next time I’m there.
Since you didn’t let me start training your ass to take my cock, I’ll start with your mouth.
Briana jumps to her feet. Her entire body is shaking so much it’s visible on the camera. The first thing she does is yank the drawer open and pull out the giant dildo I put in there.
She takes a deep breath before setting it on the desk and stripping out of her clothes.
She even hurries over to her bed to grab a pillow to place next to her chair.
In record time, she’s in position, on her knees, fingers locked behind her head, elbows pulled back, mouth stretched wide with that fucking rubber cock.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My dick is so hard I’m going to blow in my pants.
Except I don’t have to. I back toward the door without taking my gaze off my girl, lock it, and return.
Before resuming my spot on my seat, I pop the button on my pants, lower the zipper, and let my straining erection free.
Fuck, she’s obedient. I’ve done this to her. I’ve trained my princess to obey my commands without question. She could have lied. She has no idea I’m watching her. She has no idea I can hear her soft whimpers around the thick rubber cock.
I know she’s going to feel anxious about having dinner with her brother.
There are two things I can do to help alleviate that stress.
One, help her center by giving her this deeply submissive task.
Two, not ask her a single question about what she did while I was at my meeting.
I won’t push her to the point where she has no choice but to lie.
It’s not fair of me. Though, Lord knows, I’m not fair most of the time. Not when it comes to Briana.
I grab my cock and jerk it several times. My instinct is to close my eyes and let myself experience the bliss of my masturbation in my head. But not this time. This time, what’s in front of me is better than any porn.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I’m glad she chose to face the camera pretty accurately. It was a gamble. It would have raised her suspicion if I’d told her which direction to kneel. This way is most desirable, but if I’d been forced to watch her ass the entire time, that would have been good, too.
She’s straining to hold the position. I can hear every time she sucks to keep that cock in her mouth. It’s not easy. It’s big. Not as large as me, but close.
I want my cock in her mouth so badly. I can’t hold back. I speed up my thrusts, letting my dick grow harder until, once again, I end up coming so fast that it hits the floor in front of me.
It’s probably not fair that I force Briana to abstain from masturbation while I get myself off every day, but life isn’t fair. She’s the submissive. I’m the boss. She’ll orgasm when I give her permission and not any other time. Nonnegotiable.
A half hour was probably too long. She’s struggling by twenty minutes. Her arms and thighs are shaking. She’s whimpering around the dildo, sucking more often to keep it in place.
This is good for her. It really will help her take my dick. I’m not sure why I didn’t think to do this sooner. Of course, she needs to be trained to take my cock in her mouth.
In a shocking twist, I find myself hard again. I never released my dick, and now it’s swelling in my palm. It’s so fucking sexy watching her that I come a second time.
When her time is up, I text her.
Rook: Your lesson is over.
She struggles to lower her arms and ease the cock out of her mouth. She winces and rubs her jaw before also massaging her shoulders and her arms. The position was uncomfortable. It tested her.
She drops onto her chair and picks up the phone.
I text her again.
Rook: Grab a Sharpie, go into the bathroom, and push the dildo back into your mouth.
Mark the spot where it disappears behind your lips.
Every night before bed, you will spend ten minutes practicing, taking it deeper and marking it.
I’ll check your marks. Eventually you will be able to take it all the way into your throat.
That’s when you’ll know you’re ready to swallow my cock.
After reading my text, she responds.
Briana: Thank you for the lesson, Daddy. I promise to practice so that I can please you. I look forward to taking your cock in my mouth.
My. God.
She’s everything. She’s perfection.
She’s mine.
I have one more thing to add to Briana’s routine, and she’s going to stop breathing when I tell her. Now is the perfect time while she’s already off-kilter.
Rook: One more thing, Briana. I suspect part of your hesitation about having your ass penetrated is that you think it’s unclean.
Let’s fix that. In the bottom of that desk drawer, you’ll find a douche kit.
I want you to start cleaning out your bottom every night before bed.
The instructions are on the box. That way you’ll always be prepared for Daddy to enter your tight hole.
Briana nearly drops her phone. It’s precious how badly she’s trembling. She stares at it for long minutes, undoubtedly reading my text over and over. Finally she responds.
Briana: Yes, Daddy.
Perfection.