Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Briana
It’s the longest forty-eight minutes of my life. It seems like hours. Time drags on. Daddy moves around the room the entire time. I don’t know what he’s doing. My imagination conjures up evil things like torture devices. Is he turning this room into a dungeon?
Eventually, the sounds become nothing but background noise. I stop trying to figure out what I’m listening to. Instead, I run through the events of the evening over and over in my head. So much information. I feel overloaded.
My world has been flipped upside down several times in the past few months.
It looks nothing like I expected it would when I came to college.
I’ve been sucked into a tornado. It’s spinning and spinning and won’t let me go.
I’m dizzy and confused and don’t know up from down.
Other objects keep slamming into me, jarring me, sending me careening, but still I spin.
Oddly, as I sit here, I feel like the cyclone is slowing down. Maybe it will finally settle and let me find a new normal. But how long will that take? There are so many things I have to face first.
Silver.
He’s so mad. If he knows Rook as well as I suspect he does, he’s furious. He wouldn’t want this life for me. He didn’t imagine a world in which I would be a random victim of their freshman prank. What were the chances?
But I was, and now I’m here. If I were a different person, I suspect my life would have been ruined. Some people would have nightmares forever from that incident in the pantry. It’s a cruel practice. Why the fuck do my brother and his friends do this?
By chance, instead of spending my life looking over my shoulder and crying in a counselor’s office, I’ve oddly embraced the actions of my assaulter-turned-stalker. Some warped part of me found the event titillating. Invigorating.
I’m alive.
Rook makes me feel alive. He makes me feel.
Daddy.
He wants me to call him Daddy, and that’s okay. It’s more than okay. It will take me a long time to think of him by any other name since I didn’t even know his identity before tonight.
There are so many unknowns. He thinks I’m going to move into this house, live permanently under his thumb. It’s hard to imagine, but at the same time, it’s exactly what I want. What I need.
I can’t know exactly where Daddy is right now, but I feel like he’s sitting right outside the cage, watching me.
His gaze burns into my pussy and tits. It’s making my nipples stand at attention and wetness leak from my cunt.
My clit is swollen. The air is tormenting it, telling me that the hood is retracted.
I crave his touch. He’s denied me for weeks, only giving me an hour or so of his time sporadically in the dark. I wonder if he will continue to deny me or if he will hold me.
Twice now, he has held me in his arms. He cradled me while I was sitting in that tiny fort, and then he wrapped his arms around me while I took in my surroundings in this new environment.
I’m so tired. The stress has worn me down. The anxiety I’ve felt all evening has shredded me. I need sleep. Will he let me rest?
It’s possible he has more plans to torment me tonight.
He might spank me or use something to punish my bottom, inside or out.
The thought scares me for long minutes, but then I begin to center myself.
It doesn’t matter what his next move is.
It’s not up to me. I have one job—obedience.
It’s what he demands. It’s what I crave.
Giving Daddy full control over me calms my soul. He’s been grooming me to accept this lifestyle. Testing me. Feeling me out. And he’s gotten his wish.
I’m his. I want nothing but to be his submissive.
I want to do his bidding. I live to please him.
His praise fuels me. Now that I can see his face, his approving smiles will be all I need to get through every day.
A furrowed brow of displeasure will be enough to remind me not to stray from his commands.
I’m startled by the snick of the gate opening. Daddy pulls the blindfold off my head. “Such a good girl.” He holds out a hand.
I set mine in his and look into his eyes. For long seconds, I’m overcome by the sensation that this is a defining moment for both of us. I let my Daddy put me in a dog kennel without complaint.
“I need to hold you now, princess. Climb out.”
I scramble out quickly, elated by his words.
He lifts me into his arms and cradles me against him for several minutes before finally carrying me across the room. We enter an attached bathroom.
I shouldn’t be surprised when he sets me on the toilet, but nearly everything Daddy adds to our relationship stuns me. When will I learn to expect the unexpected?
“Pee, pretty girl.” He holds my hips, squatting in front of me. He’s not going to move.
I don’t care. He’s seen every inch of me. His fingers have been inside my bottom. If he wants to watch me pee, so be it. It only takes me a few moments to release my bladder.
His smile lights up my insides. This is what I will live for. That smile. It changes everything now that I can see his pride.
He wipes me, helps me stand, and guides me to the sink. He surrounds me from behind as he washes our combined hands. Grabbing two toothbrushes from the holder, he puts paste on them and hands me one.
I watch him in the mirror while we both brush as though we’ve done this a million times. It’s so domestic. The truth is, we will do this together a million times in the future. My heart settles further.
Without a word, Daddy guides me back to the bedroom. He points toward a pillow on the floor next to the bed. “Kneel, princess. Hands behind your back.” His voice is calm. I’m not sure what his aim is. I don’t know what to expect. But I don’t question him either. It’s not my place.
I assume the position he’s demanded as he removes his clothes. His room is spotless, and he doesn’t toss the items on the floor. He takes them and my clothes from the foot of the bed and carries them into the bathroom. I’m certain he put them in the hamper. I’m equally sure he closed the lid.
Deep breaths.
This is what I tell myself when he returns, gripping his cock. I tense. It’s huge. I knew it would be, but that doesn’t keep me from stressing.
He steps closer to me. Still holding himself in one hand. His other comes to the back of my head and grips my messy ponytail. The band has slid down several inches over the last few hours.
“Spread your knees, naughty girl.”
I part them several inches on the pillow.
“Are you comfortable, princess?”
I consider his question, searching his eyes, wondering what the right answer is. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Sometimes, I will intentionally want you to experience discomfort. It’s good for you. It will help you appreciate the times I allow you pleasure.” His grip tightens on my hair, tugging just hard enough to emphasize his words.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will take my cock now, Briana. You will suck it into your throat just like you’ve been taught. When I come, you will swallow every drop as it shoots down the back of your throat. I don’t like messes. If you dribble, you will lick it up.”
The fact that he doesn’t like messes is an understatement. I’m well aware. I’ve become as obsessively anal as he is in order to please him.
He steps closer and rubs my lips with his thick erection.
I’m nervous. I want to make him happy. I want to make him burn for me. It feels powerful.
“Open, princess. Take me in. Be careful with your teeth. It’s okay to graze my skin, but no biting.”
I part my lips and inhale through my nose as he fills my mouth. His grip on my hair is tight. I enjoy the pressure and the fact that he’s holding me steady.
“Relax your throat, Briana,” he commands.
I’m trained to do this. I can do it. I know I can. But this is different because he’s going to control the depth and speed. When I’ve practiced with the dildo, I could take my time, ease it in deeper, and pull back when I started to panic.
Daddy is not going to let me retreat.
My heart rate picks up as he fills my mouth. His cock is bigger than the dildo. The stretch is too much. I start to panic.
Daddy’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Focus, Briana,” he orders.
I want to release my hands from behind my back and grab his thighs. I want him to pull out. Give me a chance to regroup. But he’s not going to. He doesn’t go easy on me. He takes. And takes. To remind me of my place.
But he also gives. And I have to live for those moments.
Closing my eyes, I exhale through my nose and accept more of him. It’s too much, but I won’t disappoint him.
He fills me deeper, and I know he isn’t fully seated yet. Not even close. But I try not to think about how many more inches I will be forced to take.
I’m temporarily relieved when he eases partway out, but he thrusts forward faster, deeper, harder, and a whimper escapes my mouth, vibrating around his erection.
Daddy groans. “Oh, princess… Do that again.”
Do what?
He pulls almost out and surges even deeper.
This time, I moan.
He growls. “Yes, Briana. Fuck, that feels good. Moan around my cock.”
I give him what he wants, increasing the vibration of my throat.
As he goes deeper, he groans louder.
Shocking me, my pussy creams. I find myself aroused by his pleasure and my ability to give it to him.
He’s holding my head too tightly. It’s painful, but I embrace the sting. It grounds me. Reminds me that I’m his to take. I’m a vessel for his enjoyment. That’s my place in our relationship, and I love it.
As I submit, I find myself relaxing. My throat is his. My moans are for him. This moment is not for me. It’s for Daddy. My job is to please him, and in doing so, I feel a sense of pride.
I’m so fucking lucky that he chose me. What if he hadn’t jogged down my street that day? What if he hadn’t come to that party and pulled me into the pantry? What if he had been satisfied with terrorizing me that one time and walked away?
My life would be lame and boring without everything that has happened to me. I’m so lucky.
I suck harder, letting my cheeks hollow as he thrusts faster. I’ve never taken the dildo this deep or for this long. His cock is thicker.
“Swallow,” he orders a second before his come hits the back of my throat.
And I do. I obey his command, making sure every drop of his essence goes down my throat. It’s not what I expected. It’s saltier and the force of each pulse hits me harder than anticipated.
When he’s done, he stays inside me for several more seconds before pulling out. His hand is still threaded in my ponytail, and he holds my head back farther, forcing me to arch my spine and thrust my tits forward.
The look on his face is worth everything. Every single moment of stress over the last several weeks.
He’s smiling. Instinctively, I know it’s not something he does often. It’s everything to me. He’s pleased with me. I don’t know if he will ever declare his love or anything that sappy, but I will live for these moments.
My pussy pulses with need. He’s already told me I will not be permitted to orgasm tonight. I’m resigned to that. I think I got off pretty easy after the stunt I pulled, running from the house and hiding. The kennel scared me initially, but then I began to find it comforting. A safe place.
Finally, he releases my hair. The next thing he does makes my heart beat only for him.
He guides my head toward his thigh, encouraging me to rest my cheek against his muscular leg.
He must work out regularly. His entire body is solid.
And then he gently removes the band from my hair and runs his fingers through it over and over, detangling it, soothing me.
Loving me.
Loving me the way he knows how.