She’d tried to leave me.
Lily didn’t move, lying naked and quiet as a mouse, her nose against the wall. She wasn’t crying, but her breath was coming in quick heaves. My heart broke, knowing that she’d probably been in a mire of her own twisted thoughts the whole night and I hadn’t been here to help her.
But she’d tried to fucking leave me.
“Lily, I told you to do something.”
That made her stir. She looked at me, her eyes red with tears. I was sure she hadn’t slept a wink.
I waited patiently, weighing the cane in my hands. Finally, she gathered herself off the floor and stood, facing me. Her shoulders were slumped and her face ashen, having nothing to do with the dim lighting in the cellar.
My head was still throbbing slightly from one too many whiskeys the night before – it had been all I could do to keep from socking Kent in his smug, arrogant face, knowing what he did to get off on his free time – but one good look at her could always clear that up. This time, though, there was a lump in the bottom of my stomach, weighing there heavily.
She wanted to leave me.
“Turn around. Hands against the wall.”
“Daddy,” she whispered, eyes glistening.
“No,” I stopped her before she could keep going. “Hands against the wall. Now.”
Quietly, letting her head drop, she relented and turned around, putting her hands against the cool wall. I stepped behind her, lingering there for a moment, breathing in her scent, before I spread her legs with my booted foot. I was in jeans and a ragged tee that morning, wearing combat boots and looking as far as I could have from my last night’s carefully groomed self. I finally felt like my fucking self again.
“You were a bad girl for Daddy,” I started quietly, running the tip of the cane up from behind her right knee until it was poking into her firm buttocks, making a dimple there. “You shouldn’t have done that, Lily. I’m very disappointed.”
She nodded wordlessly and I saw her chest heave in a soundless sob. Good. She had to feel bad. She had to understand that she could never leave me.
Everything I did was to ensure that she could never get away, never go back to the world that would eat her up and spit her out. Never be alone again, faced with things that she couldn’t handle.
That’s why she had to be here. That’s why she had to be here with me.
So I could keep her safe.
“I can’t protect you if you’re not by Daddy’s side,” I told her lazily, running the cane up her back now, and then down her spine until it reached between her ass cheeks, the hard, solid wood spreading the plump globes in a way that made my cock twitch. “You can’t run away from me, Lily.”
The words came out more forceful than I had intended them. I felt a pounding in my chest, spreading through my whole body when I thought of what could have happened had she gotten away. Or if Emily had decided to make use of the situation and sell her off to another bidder under the guise of her escaping.
The months of waiting to get my babygirl with me had been torture, imagining her out in the world all on her own with no one to keep her safe. Now, my worst nightmare had almost come true while I was fucking passed out in the other room. My grip tightened around the cane.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, the fight gone from her voice.
I didn’t like that. She went through spells of being good for me, but I liked the fire in her, the bratty side of her. It felt like Emily had done a fine fucking job of taking it out of her last night.
“Good,” I said, rubbing the cane lower now, spreading her pussy with it.
I yanked the cane upward and she gasped, having to rise to her tiptoes as the wood bore between her sweet lips. I loved the little yelp she made. Pulling back the cane, I shoved my fingers roughly between her legs, making her wince and her knees almost buckle as I fingered her cunt. She was dry. That couldn’t stand.
“You need to be punished now, babygirl,” I whispered in her ear, wanting to press myself against her but keeping back.
She couldn’t know how fucking hard it was making me, seeing her ride that cane, even though I still wanted to shake her for being so fucking stupid and trying to run away.
Didn’t she realize she wouldn’t be happy without me?
This is going to hurt me as much as it’s going to hurt you, Lily, I thought, taking a step back and swinging the cane in my hand.
“You need to count out every hit and ask for one more, babygirl,” I told her, and she nodded like a good girl.
I didn’t give her a chance to take a breath before the first hit of the wooden cane smacked against her pure, pretty ass. The welts from the belt were gone, but I’d make sure there would be new ones. Her whole body shook as she flattened herself against the wall, her knees clanking into it as she nearly collapsed. The wail came a second later, stuck in her chest before.
“Count it,” I demanded, the hit reverberating through me like someone had just caned me over the back.
“One!” she squealed through tears, her forehead against the wall. “One more, please, Daddy!”
“Good girl,” I said, hitting her again at the same time.
She buckled again, picking herself up quicker this time though, and the scream came without holding back.
“Count it,” I hissed, my arm feeling like it was going to fall off from having to punish her like this.
“Two,” she whined. “One more, please, Daddy!”
The next one was aimed a little lower, almost grazing her thighs but not quite. She counted without me having to tell her this time, her nails scratching at the wall in agony.
I told myself that I had to do this. For her sake. For both our sakes. If she got away… I couldn’t live with myself.
The next time I caned her, she glanced at me over her shoulder, and her blue eyes were brimming with tears, more already falling down her cheeks. She kept eye contact as she mouthed the words, almost unintelligible between the sobs of pain.
She looked so much like Chloe that time that it almost made me stop.
I shook my head.
“Face the wall, Lily,” I told her, hitting her again as soon as she did.
Visions of Chloe swam in my head, bitter memories filing in right after them. She’d been a good girl… not nearly as difficult as Lily. She learned fast, broke fast, and was built up even faster. But she was never mine.
Just another girl I was breaking in for someone else, doing the job they paid me to do. Back then, it had been fine. I had my fun, I could make sure that the girl was taught proper manners before getting to her new Master, and I was paid handsomely for it.
Chloe had been the one to change it all for me.
I counted the hits in my head as I caned Lily. The seventh one smacked across her ass still, red and blotchy now.
“Eight,” she whimpered.
Before she could say the next one, I hit her across her lower thighs. The scream that bellowed out of her chest was so loud it felt like it was shaking the foundation of the house.
“That was eight. No fucking cheating.”
“Eight! Please one more, Daddy,” she said, stumbling over the words.
So I gave her what she asked for.
Her body looked like it was being held up by the wall as she clung to it desperately, her nails scrabbling across the concrete. Her pale body was shaking, frail and bare and for me to do as I pleased. I wondered if she’d ever try to run again after I was done with her.
Chloe had never tried to run. She’d eaten up every word and taken every punishment, reveling in it with just the right mix of pleasure and horror. The day I had to let her go to her new Master, I almost didn’t do it.
I didn’t want to do it. But it was my job.
A week later, Chloe was dead.
Her new prick of a Master didn’t have the faintest idea about safety. He ended up choking her to death during one of their sessions. After that, I hadn’t taken
another job. I hadn’t taken another girl.
Until Lily.
“Fifteen,” she all but whispered. “Please, one more, Daddy!”
“Good girl,” I murmured, leaning closer to her.
I dropped my head between her shoulder blades, feeling her body jump as I smacked her right thigh this time. I stayed there, the hits getting more localized, shorter, sharper, until she counted twenty and I let the cane drop from my hand.
Wrapping one arm around her waist, I caught her right before she was about to collapse on her knees. Carefully, I slid my other hand between her legs, over her throbbing ass, and felt her pussy.
The chuckle that crossed my lips was dark and humorless. She was soaking wet for me.
“My little pain slut,” I whispered.
She made a noise but didn’t say a word as I hauled her up and carried her to the corner furthest from her mattress. There, I put her down, letting her fall on her knees. Her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore, the adrenaline slowly wearing off.
Leaving her there, I made the chain of the leg clasp shorter and then snapped it around her ankle again. She couldn’t make it to the mattress, or the bathroom, and she definitely couldn’t fucking run.
I crouched down behind her, her head propped on the wall again.
“You’re going to stay here, just like this, until Daddy comes back. You won’t move an inch. You will think about what you did and you will never try to fucking run again. Is that understood, Lily?” I asked her sternly.
“Yes, Daddy,” came the immediate answer.
I’d never wanted to fuck her more than I did at that moment. So I got up, walked out of the room, and made sure the keys were still in my pocket.
I wasn’t going to repeat my mistakes. No one was going to hurt Lily but me, least of all her mother.
Twelve
Lily
By the time I heard the lock turning again, I was so far gone I was convinced it was my imagination playing tricks on me.
But no - a moment later I saw Lawson's handsome face before mine as he crouched in front of me, slumped in the corner of the dingy room.
"Hello, babygirl," he said sweetly.
His hand reached for me and I whimpered when the rough skin on his fingers made contact with my soft cheek. I leaned against him, drained and tired and most of all, deeply embarrassed because of everything that had happened.
"Did my little girl learn her lesson?" Law asked me, and I nodded so fast it made me hiccup. He grinned at me, a chuckle escaping his lips as he slowly undid the chain around my ankle. He helped me up by offering me his hand, but the moment I tried to get to my feet, my knees gave way and I tumbled to the floor.
Law tsk-ed at me and grabbed my waist, helping me to my feet again and guiding me toward the small bathroom in the cellar.
"Keep your strength, baby," he told me. "You're gonna need a lot more if you want to stick around."
He put me down on the toilet, and this time I didn't even have the energy to argue. I had to pee so bad I just let it go, sniffling pathetically as I emptied my bladder.
Law hummed to himself as I finished up, then helped me off the toilet. He flushed it for me and washed my hands, his rough fingers surprisingly gentle when he lathered mine with soap and washed it all off.
I was still naked, and even though it wasn't particularly cold in the cellar, I was shivering like crazy as Law led me back inside the room.
"I brought some toys for us to play with today," Law told me, pointing toward a bag I hadn't noticed earlier. It was a big leather hold-all, and my skin prickled with unwanted excitement as I tried to imagine what was in there.
"You want to play with Daddy, sweetheart?" Law asked me softly as I sat on the mattress. I was quick to nod, scooting closer to him where he stood and hugging his knees.
"Use your words, babygirl," Law reminded me sternly, and I looked up at him with my eyes brimming with tears for no apparent reason.
I was so happy he was back.
"I want to play, Daddy," I managed to get out, and he gave me a grin as he petted my head. Then, he left me on the floor and retrieved the leather bag, placing it at my feet and motioning for me to open it.
The whole time he was away, the worst thing about waiting for him wasn’t the fact that I had to stay where I was told, but because a part of me was panicking that he wouldn’t come back at all.
"Go on," he encouraged me. "It's not going to bite, sweetheart."
I bit my bottom lip before digging into the bag. The first thing I noticed at the top were some warm towels and a big tub of some kind of ointment. Law took it from my hand and unscrewed the top.
"Lie on your tummy," he told me, and I obeyed.
Images of him caning me were fucking with my mind, but I pushed them into the farthest corner of my mind and focused on a happier place. I felt something cool being smoothed into the welts on my ass, and I hissed when Law's hand rubbed the pain all over my butt.
"Shhh, babygirl," he cooed. "I'm only going to make it better, don't worry."
And he was right. As he massaged the cream into my hurt ass, I could feel the ointment getting hotter on my skin, seeping into the welts he'd put there. He smoothed his fingers over every inch of me, until every welt felt like it was on fire. It was weird, but I liked it.
"What is that?" I asked him over my shoulder, my eyes almost fearful as they connected with his. "What did you put on me?"
"It's some old Asian remedy," Law explained. "It'll make you feel better. And it has different uses."
I should've known what his wicked grin meant as he ordered me to lie on my ass.
I winced when the welts touched the mattress. I lay still as I possibly could, completely exposed to Law's hungry eyes. He reached for the tub again and crouched next to me, his fingers going inside the pot and coming back white with the cream he'd used on my back.
"Spread your pussy for Daddy, baby," he told me gently.
With shaky fingers, I reached between my legs and parted myself for him, opening up like a flower under his eyes.
"Good little slut," Law told me. His voice and movements were gentle as he reached forward and his fingertips connected with my exposed pussy.
It felt cool and pleasant at first but as soon as Law moved away, I could feel it - the slow, steady burn of the cream against my folds and clit.
"It burns," I told him in a shaky voice. "Please, Daddy, it feels really hot."
"Good," he told me as he put the tub of cream aside. "It'll make you nice and wet for when Daddy's ready for your cunt."
I pulled my legs up and he didn't stop me. He was digging in the bag when I curled up, snuggling up to his leg.
"I'm sorry I ran," I whispered against his leg. I was hungry and exhausted, tired from barely any sleep, but I wanted more than anything for him to forgive me.
I'd been so fucking stupid.
Trapped right under my mother's house, so close to her and yet in a completely different world. I’d never had a great relationship with my mother, but I think my brain still couldn’t quite comprehend what she had been willing to do to me.
This man had forced me into the dark, grim cellar, and for reasons I couldn't understand, he was still the only thing I wanted right then.
"I know I deserved the punishment," I muttered into his jeans, and then looked up into Law's eyes. "I'm glad it's all over now."
His expression was unreadable as he said, "It's not over, babygirl. That was just the first part. Now be quiet."
I paled but knew better than to argue. The cream was really starting to burn now, and along with the heat spreading from my pussy I felt this overwhelming desire to cum.
I sneaked a hand between my legs the moment Law came back to stand beside me.
"Hands fucking off," he told me roughly. "Or am I going to have to tie you up so you don't touch yourself like a naughty little slut?"
"No, Daddy." My mouth was dry as I removed my hand, rubbing myself helplessly against the mattre
ss. It was crazy, I was so wet and horny, so needy for any kind of friction I would've done anything to get myself off.
He crouched next to me again and I gave him a desperate look that made him chuckle.
"I brought you a gift," he told me. "I hear pretty girls like you like jewelry."
My eyes widened, and he brought out a hand from behind his back. There was a weird object in it, something made of glass with a crystal bead on one end. As I realized what it was, my eyes watered and I cried out his name.
"Shhh, baby," he cooed. "It's Daddy here, remember? I could hurt you for that, but you're so pretty when you cry I might not. Now get on your knees."
I did as I was told, my pussy so on fire I bucked my hips as I got into position. I felt Law behind me, forcing my legs wider apart. My knees were sore from the endless kneeling I’d done, waiting for him to get back. I should have known I would only get on my knees again as soon as he was here.
"Hold your ass," he told me in a low voice. "Hold your ass open for Daddy."
I choked on a needy little sob and did it. I gasped when I felt my tiny asshole widen for him, and then something wet sliding down my back, cruel fingers spreading the wetness from my pussy up to my ass and making it drip. I realized with a start he'd spit on me .
I felt like I was on fire, so needy I saw white before my eyes.
"Are you ready, babygirl?" he asked me sweetly. "Ready for your pretty plug?"
I whimpered and he smacked my ass, making me jump.
"Words, Lily," he reminded me sternly. "Use your fucking words."
"Y-yes," I stuttered. "Daddy, please. I want it inside me, please..."
I felt something pushing inside me, stretching me impossibly and making me cry out like a fucking animal. The plug stretched me wide and I gasped like I was dying as he filled my ass with it. And then it was in, and it was as if the stretching sensation never ended, my ass gaping around the plug he'd pushed inside me and holding me wide open.
"Hold it in with your hand," Law ordered me. "Your ass is too tight, baby, it won't stay in otherwise."
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