Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Rook
Dante says nothing on the drive home. Thank heavens.
I climb into the back and hold Briana in my arms. When we reach the house, I carry her upstairs to my room, pull the key out of my pocket, and unlock the door.
“You lock your room?” she asks.
“Yes, princess. I don’t like the idea of anyone being able to come in when I’m not around. I will also be able to lock you in whenever necessary.”
She flinches in my arms.
I’m grateful Silver was not around when we returned. I’m sure he’s furious and pacing somewhere in the house. But he will have to deal with me later. Tonight, I need to focus on my girl.
I set her on her feet and relock the door.
She looks around. “Why do you have so many computers?”
It’s funny that’s her first question. She’s overlooking some key components of my room if her first comment is about my desk arrangement.
Taking her hand, I lead her toward the bank of monitors. “It’s only a few computers, princess. Most are monitors.” I power up the most important one.
Her breath hitches as soon as it comes on, and she steps closer. “That’s my bedroom.”
“It is.”
Her eyes are wide when she turns toward me. “You’ve been spying on me?”
“Yes.”
Her mouth hangs open. I can practically see her brain racing through all the possible things I’ve seen.
“I have audio in there, too. Do you know how hard it was not to punish you every time you cussed?”
She jerks her hand free of mine and folds her arms. “That’s so invasive.” She’s so irrationally calm. It’s as a result of weeks of me training her. She might be stunned, but she’s not surprised. Not really.
“Very invasive. Yes.”
“Rook…” She’s trying out my name.
I grab her chin and tip her head back. “You will address me as Daddy or Sir. You’re not my equal, princess.
You will never be my equal. You’re my submissive.
Nothing changes because you can see my face and know my name.
I’ll let you cry out my name when my cock is buried deep inside you, but that’s the only time. ”
Her eyes are so wide. She’s trembling. It’s fucking delightful.
I need to be firm with her. I’ve always been demanding and bossy. That will not change, and she needs to know it.
“What…” She swallows. “What are we to each other?”
I move my hand from her chin to her ponytail and pull it, arching her neck. “You’re mine.”
She licks her lips. “I know that, Daddy, but what does it mean?”
“It means you don’t even breathe without my permission.
It means you eat when I tell you, sleep when I tell you, follow my rules, and obey me in all ways.
It’s what we’ve always been. It’s what we both crave.
We’re a matched pair, princess. You need my dominance, and I need your submission.
You need my guidance, and I need your obedience. ”
I love the way she’s panting. Fuck, I’m hard.
And I’m not going to fuck her tonight. She’s in hot water for disregarding my orders earlier.
I won’t let that slide. Even though she was under a lot of stress and the situation in the dining room was heated, she needs to know that she obeys me at all times, no matter what.
“What happens when you get tired of me?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“That will never happen.”
She’s looking in my eyes. Never blinking.
Not looking away. “Everyone eventually gets tired of me. No one has ever stuck around.” She’s so brave.
So strong. She has no idea that our entire relationship is based not on some weakness of hers but on an inner strength that allows her to submit to me.
To trust me. It’s the most precious gift I’ve ever received.
I fist her ponytail harder, needing her full attention. It’s important for her to know this is forever. I hold her gaze firmly while I speak. “I will never tire of you, Briana. Never. I choose you. You’re mine forever.”
She gasps, tears welling up in her eyes. Her lips tremble, but she says nothing. She doesn’t believe me yet, but she will. In time.
I release her ponytail and turn her around so she’s facing the room. Wrapping an arm around her torso to pull her back to my front, I say, “What do you think?”
“About what?” she murmurs.
“My room. Our room now.”
“You really want me to live here?” Her voice is incredulous.
“Yes, princess. From this moment forward, you will always sleep in the same room as me. Nonnegotiable.”
“You say that as though you don’t intend for me to share your bed,” she murmurs.
“Oh, princess, I fully intend for you to share my bed as often as you earn that right. Some nights you will need to be disciplined instead. That’s up to you.”
“Up to me…”
“Everything that happens is always up to you. You make those choices every day. You can choose to obey me, or you can choose to accept my punishments.”
“What is that?” She lifts a hand and points toward the other side of the bed in the corner of the room.
“What does it look like, Briana?”
“It looks like a dog kennel, but I haven’t seen a dog.”
I chuckle. “You’re right. It’s a kennel. We discussed that idea once. I liked the way you were so startled. So I bought you one. We’ll call it your naughty box. And that’s where you’re about to spend some time.”
She flinches in my arms. “Daddy…” Her voice wobbles.
I release her, reach down her legs, grab the hem of her dress, and pull it up over her head. After dropping it on the end of the bed, I unclasp her bra.
“Daddy…” she whimpers.
She’s left in the fucking sexy butterfly vibrator and her sandals. And she squeals when I spin her around, lift her by the hips, and set her on the bed. I squat down to remove her shoes before finally unclasping the butterfly and sliding it off her.
“Do you need the ball gag, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is contrite.
“When I tell you to do something, you will obey me immediately every time. It doesn’t matter if you happen to be angry or feel that I’m wrong. Your job is to obey without question.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if you ever again take off like you did tonight, putting yourself in danger, wandering the streets in the dark, I will use a cane on your ass. It will hurt like a motherfucker and keep you from being able to sit the next day. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Am I being unreasonable?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then you understand why I’m punishing you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. There are tears in her eyes. I’m not sure if they stem from fear or uncertainty. Or perhaps she’s remorseful.
I take her hands and pull her to stand on her feet. “Naughty box, Briana.”
Her breath hitches, and then her lips part. She thinks better of speaking, though. Surely, she has learned that I’m not the sort of person she can or should attempt to argue with. We won’t be negotiating on this.
I point toward the other side of the room. “Don’t make me start counting. Your hesitation is not appreciated. If I have to count while you drag your feet, I will spank your ass for that many minutes after you spend time in the naughty box.”
Briana moves slowly toward what really is a kennel. It’s like a small cage. I ordered it specifically to fit her size.
I follow her. “Turn around and back in. You’ll sit on your bottom facing the entrance.”
Trembling, she obeys me, and I squat in front of her. The size is perfect. She can sit upright without bending her neck. There’s not enough room for her to lie down or even wiggle much, but that won’t be permitted anyway.
When I reach in and lower a mask over her eyes, she whimpers. “The sensory deprivation will help you focus on your punishment, naughty girl. Grab the slats on either side of you with your hands.”
She’s breathing heavily as she obeys me. She has her feet planted in front of her with her knees toward her chest.
“Good girl. Don’t let go. Spread your knees until they’re also touching the bars.”
My girl chews on her bottom lip as she follows my instructions.
I slide my hands down her inner thighs. “I want you to feel open and vulnerable. Sometime in the future, I will cover your ears with a noise-cancelling headset. If you can’t be quiet, I’ll use the ball gag.
You may ask me for it if you feel you need the additional submission.
” I move my fingers to her lips and pluck the bottom one from between her teeth.
“Do you need Daddy to fill your mouth, princess?”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers.
“Okay.” I close the gate, and she flinches as it snicks shut. It’s not locked, but she doesn’t know that. In an emergency, she could reach out and open it. Sometimes, I may need to lock it to help her feel more confined, but not tonight.
“You made me worry about you for forty-eight minutes this evening while you were out in the dark alone. That’s how long you’ll sit here.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She shudders from head to toe.
Her pussy glistens. She’s turned on. I suspected she would be. It’s not the naughty box itself that’s made her horny. It’s her submission.
Tonight was very stressful for her. She needs this.
The blindfold will help her go into her head and think about her behavior.
If she hates the naughty box, she’ll be less likely to disobey me.
If she enjoys the confinement, she might pull stunts in order to intentionally spend time in this quiet space where she can regroup and remind herself who her Daddy is. Who owns her. Who she belongs to.
Fuck, she’s precious.
And mine.
She’s finally in my house. In my room.
In our room.
Where she belongs.
From now on, she will live under my rule. It will fulfill her in ways she can’t yet imagine.