“I’m going to restrain you now, Briana.”
I stiffen, fighting the renewed urge to jerk free.
“It’s part of your lesson, princess.It’s necessary.”
Panting, I squeeze my eyes closed as he grabs something off the bed next to me and brings it to my wrists.I think it’s nylon.It’s not rope.Holding my hands tightly with one of his, he manages to circle my wrists one at a time with whatever this is.It doesn’t hurt.It’s definitely nylon.With Velcro, I think.
Tugging my combined wrists hard, he seems to reach behind my pillows and down between the mattress and the headboard.I assume he attaches me to the frame.I can’t think what else he could attach me to.
I’m shaking with fear as he climbs off the bed.This is so wrong.
A second later, I gasp when he removes the comforter and sheet, drawing them down my frame until I’m left in my twisted tank top and panties.I moan.
He swats my inner thigh.“No noises.”
Harsh sniffles follow.I can’t stop them.Renewed panic.
“Breathe, princess.Mind over matter.I’m not hurting you.I will only swat you if you make sounds.This is a sensual lesson.A reward.You’ve earned it.I’m giving you a break for your current disobedience because I know this is new to you.Understandable.But you will calm down, pretty girl.”
I nod rapidly, trying hard to do as he’s demanding.It’s difficult.Does he not understand how fucking scared I am?
Once again, I lose my composure when he circles my ankle with more of the nylon restraint system.He pulls my leg to the corner of the bed and tethers me.A second later, he does the same to my other leg.I’m stretched tight.I don’t have the leverage to dig my heels in or lift my butt.My arms are stretched over my head, making my chest feel sensitive and exposed even though I’m covered with the tank top.
The shirt is almost nothing.It provides no real coverage.It’s white and thin and see-through.I’m not sure how much light he has.It’s possible he turned on the bathroom light.I have no idea how long he was here before he woke me up.
My breasts feel heavy.My nipples hard and greedy.
“You have no idea how pretty you are, princess,” he purrs.“I’m going to take pictures during every step of this process.Later, I’ll show them to you so you can see how sexy you are when you give yourself to me.”
I buck and shake my head.Fuck.No.No pictures.I’m already uneasy about the photo he has of my pussy.At least no one will recognize me in that one.But if he takes pictures of my entire body…
He swats my inner thigh—the other one this time.“Behave, naughty girl,” he orders.“The pictures will help you learn to obey me.You will do well to remember I have them.You wouldn’t want them to leak out to the dean or show up all over the internet.”
I can’t breathe.My head is spinning.I want a crack in the earth to swallow me whole.
When he swats me again, I realize I’m moaning, begging in the only way I know how.
Please, no.Please, no pictures, Daddy.
But I’m sure it’s too late.He has already taken some.
Suddenly, while I’m still in a desperate state of mortification, he taps my nipple again.Electricity zings through me.Butterflies take flight in my tummy.I squeeze the walls of my pussy.
“Sensual lesson, princess,” he whispers.“Relax your body.Focus on Daddy’s touch.”He circles the opposite nipple over my tank top.
When I moan again, he swats my inner thigh again.
Fuck.I need to stop making noises.
“You’ll learn, pretty girl.You’ll learn to stay very quiet when Daddy tells you to.It’s hard at first.I know.You can’t help yourself.But I will train you.I’ll work with you often until you’re capable of accepting what I offer without making a sound.”
He flicks my swollen nipple.
This time, I bite down on the ball gag and avoid making any sound.
“There’s my good girl.I know you can do it.You’re such a bright girl.You just need a little guidance, don’t you, princess?”
I can’t stop myself from nodding.