Chapter 29
Twenty-Nine
Briana
My soul continues to fill as Daddy gathers me up and lowers me onto the middle of his enormous bed. He turns off all the lights and climbs in next to me, pulling me into his arms. Spooning me.
I’m so unbelievably happy. I’d do anything to earn moments like this. And I will.
He strokes my arm, my hip, my thigh. He brushes my hair back and continues touching me. “You’re here,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
Again, the surge of emotion inside me grows, making me choke up with tears I hold at bay. He worships me. His voice is reverent. It’s the voice he has used with me for all these weeks. The one I’ve come to recognize belongs to my stalker.
His normal voice is nice, too. I assume I will hear it often now that I will see him in the daylight. What is this going to look like? It’s hard for me to fathom living with him in this house, where four other men live, including my brother.
He starts talking, drawing me out of my euphoria. “I’m going to be very strict with you, Briana. It’s how I’m wired.”
“I know, Daddy.” He’s been strict with me from the moment I met him.
“You don’t have permission to roam around this house alone. When you’re home and I’m not, you will stay in our room. You will not socialize with my brothers. Including your own blood brother. He may be your sibling, but he doesn’t own you. I do. You obey me. Not him.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I will work things out with Silver. It’s not your problem. You will have a relationship with him.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If I have to, I will lock you in our room.” His voice is firm. He’s making a point.
“Okay.”
“Most of your time will be spent in the same way it has since you first gave yourself to me.”
Did I? Give myself to him? Or did he take me?
“You will follow my rules. I’m rigid about your time, your cleanliness, and your hygiene. Just like in your previous room, there are cameras in here. Four in this room and two in the bathroom. I installed them to help you behave. I’m always watching you.”
I shudder in his arms. It’s very strange to think he’s been spying on me for all this time.
He smooths back my hair. “I know you will obey me because you’ve done so until now without knowing about the cameras.”
I nod. He’s right. I had no idea he was watching, and still I followed his instructions.
“What you won’t do is cuss. I’ve heard you doing so in your room. From now on, when you let filthy words slip out at random, I will wash your mouth out with soap. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tomorrow, I will take your cunt. No other man will ever see your pussy. You can expect me to fuck you often. Your mouth, your cunt, and your ass. Sometimes, I will do so simply to satisfy myself. Other times, I will grant you permission to orgasm. Not your choice. And you don’t ever touch yourself without my permission. ”
His last words are ominous. Threatening. I wouldn’t dare.
Part of me is aware that this relationship is totally unconventional. Most people would run in the other direction. But I’m not like other women. I’m so fucking turned on by his lecture that I’m struggling not to rub my legs together to alleviate the pressure.
“It’s up to you how often you wish to be disciplined. If you behave and follow the rules, I will know you enjoy my praise and the rewards that come with having your pussy pleasured. If you make poor choices, I’ll assume you enjoy having your ass whipped and spending time in the naughty box.”
Oddly, I don’t have the answers. I’m not sure what I prefer yet. Perhaps a combination of both. I suspect there will be days when I crave his discipline and others when I crave his gentle touch.
A sudden, pressing question weighs on me. “Are you going to prank more girls, Daddy?”
“Never, princess. I’m a fucked-up man, Briana. I’m a product of my childhood. Same as your brother and our roommates. The pranks help us to stay in check for the rest of the year. They give us a perverse outlet for the pain we carry.”
I flinch. He’s so earnest, and I feel sorry for the boy who went through whatever happened to him. My brother, too. I’m sure it wasn’t pleasant.
“We’re not good men. Not on the inside. We’re permanently damaged, but we survived.
We’ve made lives for ourselves. We do what we need to remain sane even though we are fucked up.
You may not ever discuss the pranks with anyone, including my brothers.
Not a word. You will not influence them or try to get them to stop.
It’s not your business. But you are my outlet now.
I will always terrorize you. It feeds my black soul. ”
I flinch. “Your soul is not black, Daddy.”
“Oh, princess. My soul is very dark. I’m warped in ways that would horrify you.”
“Will you tell me about your childhood sometime?”
“No, pretty girl. Never. Some things are better left buried. We do not speak of them.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
“I was never meant to be with another human. I’m not good enough for you. I don’t deserve your devotion. But you’ve given it to me anyway, and I will cherish it always. That doesn’t mean I won’t expect you to give your mind, body, and soul to me for the rest of your life.”
“I will,” I promise. I know it’s true. We may be fucked up, but we’re a matched pair.
“I will warn you, princess… I have needs. My instinct to control is strong. I control every aspect of my environment. That includes you. But it also means there will be some days when my desire to punish you will be overwhelming. If you don’t misbehave, I’ll probably sabotage you, forcing you to make a mistake so I will have the excuse to discipline you. ”
“Okay, Daddy.” I find myself smiling, even though he can’t see my face. I’m not surprised. And now I know I should not strive to be perfect. It will infuriate him if I never disobey his orders. Controlling my every breath feeds his soul, but punishing me makes him come alive.
I know these things because, as his perfect match, I need to deliver exactly what he craves.
I will be tidy and punctual and organized because it pleases and calms him.
I will also be sassy and belligerent at times because disciplining me is his kryptonite, and accepting his punishments makes me feel alive.
“Are you going to hold me all night, Daddy?”
“I have no idea. This is as new to me as it is to you. I’ve never slept with a woman in my bed. I’m enjoying contact with you. Your skin is so soft, and you smell so good. But I can’t say for sure if I will push you away in the night.”
He’s candid and blunt. He’s real.
I appreciate his honesty. I don’t know what I will like, either.
My eyes are heavy. I’m exhausted from the stress of this evening. I relax into him, trying to calm my brain.
I’m surprised when I’m able to let myself slide into sleep.