She was giving him everything. With that one little word spoken not in bed, but here, in the kitchen of their home, spoken with honesty and conviction, she was completely his, finally. She didn’t falter. She didn’t lower her gaze. She didn’t move a muscle while he stared at her.
And then he nodded and released his grip. “Don’t move.” He had a plan. It formed rapidly in his mind as he left her standing in the kitchen and took long strides through the apartment. He tugged on a shirt while he gathered everything he needed and stuffed it into a duffle bag. And then he was back, yanking her by the hand and leading her to the front door.
He pulled her heavy coat off the rack and helped her into it, heedless of the fact she was wearing nothing underneath. He slipped her boots on first one foot and then the other.
“Where are we going, Daddy?”
“To school, baby girl. You have some lessons to learn.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, but he ignored her as he tugged his own coat on and then slipped into his shoes.
“Let’s go.” He took her arm and pulled her forcefully from their apartment into the frigid early-morning air. He could see his breath as he trudged toward the Loft, not pausing to explain anything.
Morgan struggled to keep up with him, and he liked that she was on edge, uncertain. Trusting him to make choices, she didn’t say a word.
The sun peaked over the horizon. There was plenty of time for what he had in mind before anyone else arrived at the Loft. Hours before the first class of the day.
He unlocked the front door and pulled Morgan inside out of the cold. Her coat extended to her knees, but her bare legs would be chilled from the short walk.
Morgan lowered her gaze when he turned to her.
“Trust me?”
“Of course, Daddy.”
He lifted her chin with one finger. “Upstairs. The pottery room. Now.”
She turned and led the way. He followed at her back, leaving her no space.
When they entered, he shut the door behind him, dropped the duffle, and ushered Morgan to the center of the room next to the long low table used by smaller children for their simple clay projects. He unbuttoned her coat and slid it down her arms. He tossed it on a desk and turned to circle her body while shrugging out of his own jacket.
She stood in the perfect submissive position he had taught her so many years ago, shoulders back, hands clasped behind her back, feet spread, opening her pussy to him. Her breasts were high and swollen, her nipples erect from the cold and the unknown.
Naked, except for the warm boots, she made quite a sight in the middle of a room usually filled with giggling children or surly teens, not submissive adult girls. Julian kneeled at her feet and slipped off her boots.
He left her there and grabbed the duffle. First he took out the clothes he wanted her to wear. Naked wasn’t on the agenda for this morning.
“I’m going to dress you for school now, little girl. Be a good girl and help Daddy out.”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He tucked several items under his arm and held out a short white blouse. “Lift your arms, baby girl.”
She obeyed readily, and he slid the white, starched cotton onto her, tying the ends in the center and ignoring the buttons. The blouse was too small…just right. He could see the contours of her breasts easily and the dark ring of her areolas through the thin material.
Next he held up a skirt and tapped one leg and then the other as he kneeled to pull it up her body. He buttoned the rough plaid material at her waist and stepped back to admire the way it hung on her. He’d purchased this outfit over a year ago and had never found the right moment to give it to her. Today was the day.
Lastly, he grabbed the knee-high white socks from under his arm and lowered himself to pull them on her feet. He returned quickly to the duffle and grabbed the adult-sized Mary Janes and slipped them on her feet. “Perfect. You look stunning.” He stepped back to admire her from every angle as she lowered her gaze and took an appropriate stance once again.
When he was confident she was completely secure in this new game, he grabbed the duffle and dropped it behind her. He pulled her collar out next—the one he’d gratefully found next to their bed—and tapped her head. “Tip your face lower, little girl, so I can attach your collar.” He swooshed her hair toward the front and buckled the collar at her neck.
Next, he divided her hair into two sections and quickly braided each one, securing them with rubber bands. “You look like the perfect schoolgirl.” He circled to her front and cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric to ensure he had her attention. “I’m going to blindfold you now. You aren’t to make a sound. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He lifted the wide black fabric to her face and secured it behind her head, tying it tighter than necessary. He wanted her completely at his mercy.
She whimpered as he tugged her elbows closer together behind her.
He leaned closer to her and set his lips on her ear. “You’ve been acting out lately, and you need me to restrain you now. I want you immobile so your Daddy can take care of you.”
She shivered beneath his touch. “Oh.”
He pulled a soft rope from the bag and proceeded to wrap it around her arms behind her back first and then over her shoulders, crisscrossing it between her breasts until they stood higher and firmer on her chest, squeezed between the pattern.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, lifting onto her toes.
“Trust me, little girl. Trust me to know what you need.” He trailed one finger down between her breasts and across her exposed belly. And then he left her there. He could hear her panting as he crossed the room and rummaged in the cabinet for one of the Loft’s video cameras. There was at least one in every room. He knew because he’d supplied them for the school.
He set up the tripod and looked through the lens until he had it angled perfectly toward the low table in the middle of the room. And then he pressed the ON button.
“Daddy?”
“Baby girl. I need you to be quiet. You aren’t making choices right now. I set up the camera. I want to film you on your first day. Make me proud so I can smile when I watch the video later.”
She pursed her lips and nodded, but her head flinched in different directions as he worked around her.
Just watching her skin pinken from the unknown made his cock stiffen. Jesus, no other video would be like this. He’d delete them all. This would be the only one he’d ever watch again. He palmed his cock and squeezed the tip, so hungry for what the next few minutes would bring. But this scene wasn’t about him. This was about his baby girl. He would get his later.
He took her by the shoulder and pressed on the small of her back to propel her toward the table. “I’m going to help you lie down for me, little girl.” He nudged her legs until her knees hit the table. It was perfect for small children…or his little girl. Easing her forward until she lay across the cold wooden surface on her belly, he whispered soothing words, “Good princess. That’s my baby. Turn your head facing this direction for me, little girl. I have the video camera already running. I want to see your face.” Though he realized she was nearly unrecognizable trussed up and blindfolded. She could have been one of any number of blondes he’d had over the years as far as the camera lens was concerned.
But Julian knew.
She squirmed, a low whimper escaping her lips at the mention of the camera.
Julian stroked her cheek. “My baby is so obedient. I’m so proud of you.”
He grabbed another length of rope and draped it across her legs, letting her feel what would be coming soon. He pushed the short skirt she wore up, exposing her sweet ass.
“That’s right, little girl. I’m going to truss you up good. My baby needs lessons. I don’t want you to miss anything. Education is important.” He set both his hands on her thighs and spread his fingers wide against her pale skin, squeezing and moldin
g the soft flesh firm enough to leave it pink.
Morgan whimpered again.
“Shh. Spread your knees for me, little girl.” He assisted with his hands, forcing her legs apart wide. And then he reached between her thighs and stroked his fingers over her pussy. “Oh, sweet baby girl. So wet for me.” He repeated the action, causing her to lift her torso off the table.
With a quick swat to her ass, he reprimanded her. “Uh uh. You’re far too wiggly. I need my baby still.” Keeping one hand on her thigh, he reached toward the floor and pulled out the item that had given Morgan the most consternation in the last several years. He intended to put her completely to the test with the smooth electric egg inside her while he gave her this morning’s lessons.
Julian set one hand on her lower back and pressed the egg against the entrance to her pussy, circling it to use her arousal to lubricate it so that it would easily slip inside her.
Morgan bucked her hips, avoiding the touch.
“Sweet baby girl, stay still. Relax your pussy for me. If you can’t stop squirming, I’ll make it worse. You know I can control the egg remotely. How high do you want the vibrations while we go over your lessons?”
She relaxed her body back onto the table, but remained stiff while Julian slipped the egg easily into her pussy, pressing it deep, as far as he could reach.
“Oh God, Daddy.” She lifted her face off the table.
Julian released her ass, pulled her legs together, and wrapped the length of rope around first her ankles and then her thighs, leaving enough slack for her to move a little. He wanted her legs bound so the electric egg wouldn’t slip and could work deep inside her pussy.
When he was satisfied she could only more or less squirm, he lifted two more items out of the duffle. “I’m sorry, little girl, but since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m going to have to shut it for you.” He set his thumb on her lower lip and pulled it down. “Open for Daddy.”
She moaned as she let her lips fall apart.
Julian slipped the bit between her teeth and strapped it quickly around the back of her head. “That’s what you needed. Huh, princess?” He soothed her as though she’d asked for the gag, smoothing his hand down one of her braids and giving it a sharp yank. “You won’t be able to use your safe words without your mouth, so I’m going to give you a little ball instead.” He set the small rubber ball in one of her hands just above her ass crack. “Squeeze it, little girl.”
She did. It made a quick sharp noise, like a dog toy.
“Good. Once for green. Twice for yellow. Three times for red. Understood?”
She squeezed the ball once.
“Oh, my little girl learns fast.” He slapped her ass as he leaned over for the last item he would need, the twenty-four-inch rattan cane. “Don’t drop the ball, baby girl. I expect you to use it if anything becomes too much.” He slapped his free palm with the end of the cane and watched as Morgan flinched. “That’s right. Daddy’s going to discipline his naughty little girl.”
Before she could overthink things, Julian swatted her butt cheeks at the juncture to her thighs.
Morgan recoiled, jerking away from the switch. He waited for her to squeeze the ball, to signal to him that she couldn’t take it, that it was too much for her after all. That he was too much for her. But she wiggled instead, and he released a low moan. She was incredible.
“Stay still, baby girl. The longer it takes to accept your punishment, the worse it will be.” Again he struck her, lower this time, hitting both her thighs. He immediately followed the strike with a soothing touch of his fingers to the pink welts rising on her skin. “Gorgeous, little girl. Daddy likes to see you accepting your punishment. How’s the egg? Can you stand a little vibration without coming, little girl?”
She squeezed the ball one time, sending a quick whistle into the quiet room.
Julian turned the dial on the tiny remote and set it on the table next to Morgan.
Morgan bucked her chest, squeezed her legs tighter, and moaned into the bit.
“I know, baby girl. Learning is hard work. You’re doing so well. You will not come. This is a disciplinary action, not a pleasure class.”
She whimpered, but her thighs finally settled.
“Let’s begin again, shall we?”
She didn’t move. He hadn’t intended for her to. Two more strikes to her upper thighs and she relaxed her shoulders into the table for the first time. She was slipping into a deeper subspace. It never took long with a cane. The signs were there. It was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.
Julian loosened the ropes on her legs a bit more, slid his fingers inside her and pulled the vibrating egg out. Then he stood back to give her a moment.
And that’s when all hell broke loose.
Chapter Twelve
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Morgan jerked to attention, yanked from a deep place in her mind where she’d slipped so far. It was jarring to come back to reality and part of her wanted to sob in frustration. But then she heard it again.
“Morgan?”
She knew that voice.
Andrew.
Fuck.
Morgan squeezed the ball three times. Or maybe six. Did it matter? She cleared the cobwebs from her brain and started to buck against the bindings holding her.
Julian was on her in an instant, pulling the blindfold from her face and then removing the bit so fast she almost didn’t get her teeth apart first.
Two seconds later, she watched his retreating back as he aimed straight for the camera and flipped it off.
She gasped as her gaze met Andrew’s. His lips were parted in shock, his hand on his chest.
Julian dashed back to her side, immediately working to loosen the rope at her wrists. “Shh, it’s all right, baby girl.”
“It’s definitely not all right. What the hell are you doing to her?” Andrew said from the doorway, still frozen.
“It’s not what you think, Andrew,” she said, her voice croaking. The guy looked afraid and disgusted. She fought to pull out of Julian’s ropes, but he wrapped a solid arm around her.
“I will handle this, little girl,” he said and tipped her chin to gaze up at his dark eyes. “You trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. The silent Daddy between the two of them as clear as if she’d spoken aloud.
Julian unwound the ropes completely, pulled his coat around her, and settled her in the instructor’s chair. The backs of her legs screamed from the sensation, but she said nothing. She wouldn’t look at Andrew. Couldn’t see the disgust on his face anymore. She’d have to trust Julian to put it to rights.
She’d learned long ago not to be ashamed of what she wanted. Of their relationship. They didn’t put it on display for people outside the community, but Morgan wasn’t embarrassed by it. She stared at her feet and fingered the collar at her neck as Julian stalked across to Andrew.
“This isn’t your business, Andrew. And I’d advise you to forget all of this if you want to keep your job here.”
Andrew scoffed. “Julian, you’re such a dick. I could have you arrested, and still you’re threatening me. I can’t figure out what she ever saw in you.”
Morgan flinched to hear him say that. She knew Andrew wasn’t exactly Julian’s biggest fan, but the hatred in his voice spoke of a long-growing resentment. Julian might have been right about Andrew and his intentions toward her. That hatred belied more than friendship here.
“You’re not going to have me arrested. We’re in a consensual relationship and I own this building. What is it you think the police would charge me with?”
“It’s hardly consensual when she’s bound and gagged,” Andrew sputtered.
“It is,” Morgan heard herself say. She was on the brink of dropping back into subspace; what with the pain in her thighs and the gnawing ache in her pussy, she could feel herself getting hazy again. “Consensual, that is. I consented to all of this.”
She glanced up at Andrew and
the look of horror on his face brought tears to her eyes. “Why would you do that? He’s treating you like a fuck hole.”
The harsh words were like a slap, but she held herself perfectly still.
“A fuck hole, a goddess, a princess, a slut, a little girl. I treat her how I want. How she wants. How she needs,” Julian said, his sure voice like a balm to her. “You’ll never meet a stronger woman in your life.”
Morgan’s gaze connected with Julian’s and she felt it pierce to her soul. She belonged to him. Completely. Finally. Her heart nearly burst.
“Jesus,” Andrew said. “The two of you are a mess. Morgan, do you really want this for yourself? I mean, can you tell me that honestly? You want this guy to treat you like a piece of property?”
“Not property,” Julian answered. “A possession. My most prized possession.”
Tears pushed at her eyes, and she had to look down and take a few breaths to collect herself. When she looked up, she met Andrew’s disbelieving gaze and said, “This isn’t your business, Andrew. Please leave.”
Her dismissal sparked a fury in him. “You’re so fucked up. Both of you.”
“I want this. I want him,” she said, her voice as strong and sure as Julian’s now.
“Oh give me a break. Don’t go professing your fierce loyalty to Julian just because he’s a pro at beating the hell out of you. You and I both know what you’re doing to get out from under him. If that’s not an indication of your intention to leave, I don’t know what is. You don’t have to stay with him. He doesn’t own you. It doesn’t have to be like this. I’ll take you home.”
She felt Julian’s gaze bore into her and swallowed back her shame over not telling him about the grant. “Andrew…” she started.
“No. Come with me now. Just come. Get out of this. I’ll help you.” He held out a hand to her, but glanced toward Julian. “Julian won’t make you stay if you want out. Will you? You won’t force her? Not when you claim this is all consensual.”
“My baby girl has had the power to leave any time.”
Morgan flinched at the rawness of his voice. The brokenness. Betrayal. She felt sick. She looked at Julian, pleading with her eyes for him to understand. Or at least give her a chance to explain.
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