What he can’t see is that tears are still running out of the corners of my eyes.I don’t even know what they’re for.I think it’s relief.I’ve done it.I don’t have to wonder anymore what it would be like for him to spank me.It’s over.Now I know.
It hurt like fuck.I should scream at him and tell him to leave.But I can’t because I feel so fucking good.I’m floating out of my body.
I’m marginally aware as he gently tucks the covers around me.He kisses my cheek, lingering.“Sleep, princess.I’ll set your clothes out for you.Text me in the morning before you leave for class.”
“Yes, Daddy…”
Nine
Rook
I don’t leave my girl’s house for a while.For one thing, I don’t need to.It’s not that late, and her roommates are out.If I’ve overstepped all lines of decency with Briana, what would people say if they knew I’m now tracking her roommates, too?I added GPS to my girl’s phone.A discreet app she won’t realize I’m following.But I also linked myself into the group locator she has with her roommates.
It seemed like a good idea.That way, I always know where all of them are located.I’ll be aware if they start heading back home, so I can get out before they arrive.I’ll know who’s in the house and who isn’t.
I’m a fucking stalker.I don’t care.
I set out a dress for Briana.I don’t think she’s used to wearing dresses.There weren’t any in her closet, but she’ll be glad to have this one tomorrow since her bottom is going to be on fire.No panties.White bra.Tennis shoes and socks.Fashionable enough, I think.Though my only guideline is scouring the internet to find out what women her age are wearing these days.I’ve certainly never paid a bit of fucking attention.It’s a simple navy T-shirt dress that will fall in between her knees and ankles.Modest.Short sleeves.Nothing fancy.
I clone her phone and give myself remote access to her computer.Now I’ll see every text or message she sends or receives.I won’t be able to listen in on her phone conversations, but after a quick search through her history, I don’t think she talks on the phone much.Nobody does these days.I can also see every assignment and Google search.
When I sit at her desk, I go through her homework, wincing at the errors in her math.Apparently, my girl is not a math genius like her Daddy.I grab the sticky notes and leave comments next to the problems she got wrong so she can correct them.
I check to make sure she did all her other homework, too.I’m fucking intrusive.I have a copy of all her syllabi.I know what’s due and when in every class.I leave a note on her desk indicating what I want her to focus on tomorrow afternoon.
Is she going to slap me?I’m not sure, but the only way to find out how far I can take this is to go all out and see how she reacts.If she doesn’t like it, tough.If she rebels, I’ll punish her.If she absolutely hates me taking over her life, then we aren’t compatible.
Because the truth is, I can already tell that I need to control her.I need to control every fucking thing she does.Who she sees.When she sleeps.What she eats.Where she studies.I want to fucking dictate her every move until she doesn’t dare make a single change to her schedule without checking with me first.
I need Briana to depend on me.I need her to feel helpless without me.
I’ll admit even I’m surprised.I didn’t know I had this in me.This deep internal drive to own someone in every way.
Not just someone.Briana.
When I’m done meddling, I stand next to her and watch her sleep.She’s so fucking beautiful.She’s still wearing the blindfold.I don’t risk removing it, even though I really want to see her eyes.
That can’t happen.Not for a long time.It’s too risky.This may all blow up in my face.She might wake up tomorrow morning and think there’s no fucking way she will ever let me touch her bottom with my palm again.In that case, my experiment is over.
She’ll never know who I am.I know she won’t dare tell a soul, but even if she does, she won’t have enough details for anyone to discover it’s me.
I’m not an idiot.When I touch things in her room, I wear gloves.Any other time, I wipe off every scrap of evidence I was here.I’m meticulous, and that extends to my anonymity in her life.
Hell, if I need to, I could fuck with her and convince her that none of this ever happened.The girl could end up in counseling, trying to make sense of this entire mad world she invented in her head.
I smirk.I hope it doesn’t come to that.I want to own her.I don’t want to let her go.
She’s so fucking peaceful deep in sleep.I don’t think she took a stupid melatonin pill tonight.She was wide awake when I arrived.And she certainly didn’t take one after I tucked her in.
I open the drawer on her nightstand and pick up the bottle, pocketing it.She must stop taking these.I’m going to put my foot down.I don’t want her groggy when I come to her.
Her hair is spectacular, spread out on her pillow.I risk running my fingers through it.Not enough to pull it.Just so I can feel it.So soft.So pretty.And her lips are parted.Perfect lips.The right size.They’re a pretty shade of pink.She doesn’t need to dye them.I’m going to replace all her tinted lip gloss with clear.She may wear lip balm, but I don’t want to see her mouth colored.
As for the rest of her makeup, I don’t think she needs it, but I’ll let her have her mascara.I know girls are weird about painting their lashes.If it boosts her confidence, I’m okay with it.
That’s all she needs.I haven’t seen her wearing anything else, so I won’t fuck with her on that issue.It’s not a top priority of mine.
Food though… She needs to eat better.I could shop for her, but I can’t see her when she’s in the kitchen, so I can’t know for sure what she consumes.I ponder the idea of putting a camera in the kitchen and maybe the living room, too.I could…