My memory floods back, and I run a hand down my face as I recall the events of last night.
I let my stalker fucking spank me.I’m not even sure if “let” is the right term since he gave me little choice.But I’m the one who blindfolded myself and lay in my bed waiting, anxious for him to arrive.And I knew he was going to spank me.
The problem is, I had no idea he would strike me so hard that I would break down into tears.Nor did I expect him to gag me.
I shudder.I hated that fucking ball gag.And yet again, I remind myself that I’m to blame for its existence.He warned me he would use it if I couldn’t be quiet.
Why don’t I start taking this man seriously?
I stare at the nightstand before stomping across my room in search of my phone.My breath stammers as I take in my desk.It’s so tidy.Everything is in its place—whatever place my stalker has decided my things should be in.
There are notes.Several of them.Sticky notes.They protrude from piles of papers.Others are stuck on my desk and on various other items.One is stuck on my phone.
I yank that one off and read it.
You need to start plugging your phone in at night, princess.
Scowling, I wad up the note and toss it toward the trash can.It misses.I don’t care.I’m cranky.My ass hurts, and my sleep was cut short.
After opening my phone, I find the text thread withDaddyand punch out a message.
Briana: You moved my fucking nightstand?
When there’s no immediate response, I bite my lip and consider my tone.Shit.He’s probably not going to like my choice of words either.Still no response.Keeping my phone in my hand, I jerk another note off my desk.This one is attached to a granola bar.
Eat this, princess.You need fuel before you go to class.
I groan as I toss that note toward the trash can, too, giggling ridiculously when it misses.“Overbearing bossy asshole,” I grumble.
Plucking another sticky from my desk, I draw in a long breath.
I checked over your homework and left you some corrections.Fix your math before you head for class.Spend more time on this subject, princess.I don’t want your grades slipping.If you need help, go to the math lab.They have tutors who can help you understand the parts you’re struggling with.
“Jesus…” I mutter as I open my math homework and lean over the first page.“Holy shit.”I look at my work and his note again.He’s right.I fucked that up.He marked four other problems, too.“Maybe I do need a Daddy.”
Squeezing my eyes closed, I take deep breaths before heading for the bathroom.I shut the door, take off my shirt, and drop it in the hamper.No… Notinthe hamper because the lid is fucking closed.My controlling stalker closed my hamper.I have to snatch up my shirt and open the lid before I can drop the tank inside.
“Fucker.”I’ve never cussed so much in my life.I rarely did in any of the homes I lived in.There were always younger kids.It’s only since I arrived here that I started cussing.It might be partly because everyone does.Or it could be my overall frustration caused by a certain man who is now controlling my life.
I spin around to look at my ass in the full-length mirror.It’s red but not nearly as bad as I was expecting.The way it felt last night, I thought I would find blood on my sheets.There are no open wounds.
Reaching for the knob to turn on the shower, I stop yet again.There’s a pink bottle of something on the ledge.And another sticky note.I already know what I’m going to find when I lift it.
Use this to remove your pubic hair, princess.Read the instructions.Don’t leave it on longer than it says.
I’m breathing heavily as I read the bottle.Can I do this?Why would I remove the hair on my pussy just because some stranger tells me to?
For a few minutes, I ponder my options.I can end this.I can text him and tell him to fuck off.To never come back.I can threaten to go to the police if he dares to come near me again.That should work.Hell, I bet I could get my brother and his roommates to stake out my house if I needed.
I’d rather not tell Silver how stupid I am, but I could.
After slowly setting the hair removal lotion back down, I start pacing the room.I also chew on my bottom lip.My thoughts are all over the place.If I don’t pull myself together, I’m going to be late for class.
I do have some extra time, though, sincesomeonereset the time on my alarm clock and moved it too far away to reach, forcing me to get up earlier than intended.I stop and twist around to look in the mirror again, wincing when I touch my ass.Fuck, it’s going to hurt all day.
Turning around, I stare at my face.Who am I?I’m naked, so I let my gaze roam down my body.Closing my eyes, I cup my breasts and hold them.I can’t get my mysterious stranger out of my head.He’s consuming me.I want his hands on my breasts.I want him to pinch my nipples.Twist them.Pull on them.Bite them.I want to feel alive like he made me feel last night.
No one has ever made mefeel.