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“You don’t like me drawing attention to them, do you?You weren’t pleased when I called them mosquito bites, were you?”

I shake my head.My face is hot.

“It wasn’t meant as an insult.I adore your breasts.I love that they’re still so tiny, and I’ll get to watch them grow as you age.I bet lots of young women still have tiny nipples and areolas clear into their twenties.They’re precious.I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”

Oh, I’m not embarrassed.I’m mortified.Beyond belief.

“Okay, princess.Your timeout is over.You may either put your panties back on or tuck them into your bag.I expect you to return to the table and do your homework.Text me when you’re done so I’ll know when you’re heading home.”

I lower my foot and pull the panties out of my mouth.They’re soaked.There’s no way I’m sitting in them for the rest of the day.

The call is still connected, so I look directly at the camera.“Thank you, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl.Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Obedience is important, princess.You will not question me.Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”I’m still naked in front of him, holding my panties fisted at my side.I don’t dare end the call.That’s his decision.

“Good girl.I have obligations tonight.I can’t spend time with you.But you will still follow my rules.I’ll send you instructions.”

My shoulders sag.I hate that he won’t come to me.

“I know you’re disappointed.Quality time with Daddy is very important.But it’s also crucial that you understand that I’m in charge.I can’t be with you every night.I’ll still be training you, but you need to sleep.You will not whine when I can’t be there.I like seeing your disappointment, but whining is not tolerated.Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.I’ll be in touch later.”He ends the call, leaving me lonely and bereft.I want him with me.I want to see him.I want to touch him.How long will I have to wait before he reveals himself to me?

What if he never plans to?

Fifteen

Rook

I’m toying with Briana.I know it.I can’t help myself.It’s been three days since I last touched her.I’ve been strict with her, adding to my list of demands every day.She follows them blindly.Which makes my cock all kinds of hard.

I didn’t know this was possible.I never dreamed of meeting a girl and making her mine, but this… This is otherworldly.I feel like I’m living in a different dimension.

She’s so obedient.I crave her compliance more than I crave water and food and air.Every time I up the ante, she conforms.Sometimes it takes her a few minutes.I love watching her while she chews on her bottom lip and thinks about my demands.

She’s fucking adorable when she shifts her weight back and forth as she considers my additional rules or tasks.She will stare at my texts or notes I’ve left on her desk and run her fingers through her ponytail while she ponders her options.

Briana has choices.She doesn’t have to do this.She knows that.She could call the police.She could tell her friends.Fuck, she could confide in her brother.But she chooses me every time.

It’s clear that my princess needs me.She needs what I’m offering, craves it.She’s starving for rules and attention.Devotion.

When she hesitates, I punish her with silence.She hates that.It makes her cry.I’ve watched her throw herself on her bed and cry for half an hour on more than one occasion because she hasn’t heard from me that day.

It’s powerful, knowing I have this level of control over her.It comes with tremendous responsibility.If I’m going to be my girl’s Daddy for the rest of our lives, I will have to make life changes.

Wincing, I consider the biggest problem of all.Her brother.He doesn’t know.I’m living two possibilities in my head.In one, this thing with her fizzles out, and Silver never finds out about us.In the other, I picture moving Briana into the house I share with my brothers.That’s huge.She would live in my room with me, of course, but she would be present at meals and join us for group events.

My housemates and I have never discussed such a possibility.I don’t think any of us see ourselves as boyfriend material, let alone husband.There’s never been a reason to have a meeting to discuss what would happen if one of us met a woman or entered into a serious relationship with one.

And yet, here I am, entertaining that.