With a deep breath, I lean back in my chair.I’ve been watching her this entire time.I’m obsessed.I watch her every chance I get.Even when I’m working, I keep one monitor open on the app so I can see her.
When she moves around the room, I watch her.I love how her body sways, especially when she’s happy.When she’s smiling, she nearly skips or dances.That’s not the case tonight.She’s frustrated.I understand.I’ve denied her my presence for three days.
I did it on purpose.It was a test for both of us.I wanted to know if absence really does make the heart grow fonder.I wanted to see what would happen to me if I deprived myself of her.
I still go to her house every night.I still set out her clothes and leave her lists.I stare at her while she sleeps, but I force myself not to touch her.I’m testing my own will.
Can I live without my princess?
The answer is no.And that freaks me the fuck out.Because cutting her off would be so much easier.It would eliminate the problem of facing Silver—her brother, my friend.But I’m suffering from withdrawal.If I go much longer without touching her, I’ll end up punching a hole in the wall or worse.I’m unhinged from denying myself her presence.
Briana is suffering, too.Her light is dimmed.Not the one in her room.The one in her eyes.She paces and rubs her hands together.She chews on her bottom lip.Sometimes, she throws things across the room.
That last one makes me chuckle.One day, I will punish her for her outbursts.I just need to find a way to do so without revealing that I have a fucking camera in her room.
The truth is, she’s pretty fucking subdued for someone who has been denied her Daddy’s touch for three days.She’s in the dark.She has no idea what I’m thinking, planning, or feeling.She has far less information than I do.I’ve kept her that way.Because I’m fucking warped and cruel.
I’ve been thinking all along that I need her total obedience and will accept nothing less.But she’s giving it to me, and still I continue to test her.
She does every fucking thing I ask of her.She sleeps naked when I tell her to.She wrotebad girlon her tits with a Sharpie one day and then knelt in front of her phone for half an hour with her hands behind her back so I could stare at her naked body with those cruel words on her tits.
I punish her irrationally for minor infractions because I’m always testing her.Pushing her further.Forcing her to acknowledge how dirty she is.How needy.How badly she can’t live without me.
But she passes all my tests.Her schoolwork is perfection.She studies so hard.She’s getting straight A’s.She’s eating healthy, keeps her room spotless, sleeps when I tell her.
Briana has done everything humanly possible to please me, and I keep denying her.
It’s not just because I’m evil.It’s because I’m fucking panicking.What the hell do I do next?What are the next steps?
How do I make her fully mine without causing World War III in my home?
Tonight, I will go to her.She’s not going to like what I have planned, though.She will cry.
I get perverse pleasure when I make her cry.She does it often.Every day.It’s not difficult.All I have to do is reprimand her and tears come to her eyes.Then she tries harder to please me.
She has no idea how much she pleases me.I would never fucking break things off with her.Not in a billion years.I can’t.I’m hers as much as she is mine.We’re two lost souls who need each other.
Soon, I will have to figure out our next steps.
For now, I will continue to terrorize my girl because it’s what I do best.It’s what she knows and expects.
It’s whoweare.
Sixteen
Briana
When his hand comes over my mouth, I’m only startled for half a second, and then I’m so fucking elated that I want to giggle.
It’s been three days.I’m out of my mind from missing someone I never really had in the first place.
Our relationship is so odd.On the one hand, it’s all-consuming and solid as a rock.On the other hand, he could disappear, never speak to me again, and I would eventually come to believe he was an apparition.But not until I suffered a total mental breakdown.Because that’s how addicted I am to Daddy.
I want to wrap my arms around him.I want to feel his weight against my body.I want him to give me more.Something.Anything.
But as usual, my arms are pinned at my sides.He’s sitting next to one, and he moves his other hand from my mouth to my wrist to keep me immobile.
“I missed you,” I whisper, grinning.