I somehow figure out how to take it between my lips and suck.It’s cold and refreshing.Suddenly, I’m so thirsty that I drink and drink until he takes it away.
Whimpering, I reach out for it.I want more.
“No, princess.That’s enough.”He grabs my hand and tucks it against my chest with my other one.“Enough, princess,” he insists.
That voice… It makes me come to heel.It’s hypnotic.I don’t even know what he might sound like normally because I’m sure he’s disguising his voice, but also, he only ever whispers when I’m with him.
It’s not exactly his voice, then.It’s his tone.The inflection behind his words.My entire body clenches when he gets firm with me.Makes demands.
I feel reprimanded like I’m being naughty.Like I don’t make good choices, and he needs to make them for me.Now is one of those times.
“You’ll make yourself sick if you drink too much, princess.”
Because he knows better than me.He’s smarter or wiser.He alwaysknows.And I’m helpless.I need to listen to him.It’s for my own good.I don’t make good choices.I need his guidance.
I sniffle, chagrined by the fact that I almost drank myself sick.On water.“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Shhh… It’s okay, princess.That’s what I’m here for.To help you.”His palm is still rubbing me soothingly.I never want him to stop.
“Do you understand now, pretty girl?Do you see that you’re mine?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
“Are you ready to accept that I know what’s best for you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”I’m certain he knows what’s best.It seems irrational.Like I’m brainwashed, but some part of me deep inside knows it’s true.
“You were such a good girl today.So obedient.Tomorrow you will be, too.I’ll be harder on you, though.It’s what you need, Briana.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He kisses my temple.“So proud of you.”
I smile and wiggle out a hand to reach for him, finding his wrist.“Can I please see you now?”
“No, princess.Not yet.It’s not time.”
Pushing out my bottom lip, I pout.
He chuckles.“That will never work on me, Briana.Tuck that lip in.Whining and pouting might be cute, but it won’t cause me to give in.The blindfold stays for now.”
“Poop.”
“Naughty girl.”He eases the covers down to my hip.
I frown.“What are you doing?”
“I want to mark you, princess, so when you wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, you’ll think of me.”
I stiffen.What does he mean?He wants to mark me?
He lifts my top arm behind me, pushes my tank up, and kisses my breast on the outside of my nipple.A second later, he sucks hard, holding me down at the same time.
My breath hitches.It hurts.I squirm, trying to escape his torture, but he has me pinned down with both hands, keeping me on my side.
I purse my lips as he continues to suck on my tit, so hard I wince.Finally, he’s done.He releases my breast and kisses the spot.“There we go.That’s going to be an impressive bruise, princess.”
My heart races.My tender skin aches.Instinctively, I reach down to grab the sore spot, but he stops me.“No.”One word.A command.Sharp.Effective.“Let it burn.Don’t rub it.In the morning, you will send me pictures.I want to be able to look at my mark on you throughout the day.”