“Great, now eat your quesadilla.”
A strange shiver races down my spine as he points toward my food.For a second, he sounds like my stalker.All bossy and demanding.It’s just my imagination.But so weird.
The truth is, my brother is kind of similar to my stalker.His mannerisms and the way he talks.But shit, there are a lot of guys like that.Kind of nerdy and awkward.
I cut off a piece of my quesadilla and somehow manage to chew and swallow it.I’m kind of surprised, considering the tornado happening inside me.My stomach is in knots.I’m still not certain he even believes me.But at least he’s dropped the subject.
For now.
What the fuck am I going to do about having dinner at his house, though?
Thank goodness I have a week to figure it out.
Twenty-One
Rook
Somehow, I manage to wait three days before I go to my girl.Well, that’s not entirely true.I go to her room every night to leave instructions and lay out her clothes.I just don’t wake her.
I’m surprised she doesn’t defy me and stay awake all night at some point.I half expect her to be sitting at her desk without the mask on, waiting, watching, hoping to catch me.
But I know she doesn’t because I’m watching her every move.She goes to bed like a good girl when I tell her to, and I always wait until she’s sound asleep before I step into her room.
What I hate is that I’ve never been able to watch her clean out her bottom.I know she does it because she keeps the douche kit in the bottom of the desk drawer and takes it out every night.She also spends more time in the bathroom before bed than she used to.It makes my cock hard, knowing what she’s doing.I want to fucking watch, though.
Tonight is the perfect night to go to her because her roommates are all out again.I feel far less nervous about someone hearing us when they aren’t home.It also helps that I can monitor their whereabouts on my GPS tracker, so I’ll know if any of them return early.
It’s late when I enter.My girl is sound asleep, her breathing deep and even, assuring me of the fact.This is the fourth night in a row that she’s obediently gone to bed draped over her pillows with her bottom in the air.I know she’s naked under the covers.It’s impressive that she manages to sleep like this every night.She won’t have to do it again.Tonight, I will put her out of her misery.
For long minutes, I simply stare at her.I’ve turned the bathroom light on, so I can see her well from the glow.She’s so stunning.She takes my breath away every time I see her.
I keep thinking, one of these days, I will flush her out of my system, tire of her, no longer walk into her room and find her so intriguing.But it hasn’t happened, and I’m resigned to the fact that it may never.
Tonight, I don’t cover her mouth.If she cries out in surprise, there’s no one home to hear her.I suspect she will not, though.She’s trained to keep her voice very low.I doubt she would make much of a peep even if I dropped an anvil on her leg and broke it.
That’s pretty morbid.I’m not sure where that thought came from.
I would never hurt her.Not like that.I do enjoy inflicting pain on her, but only the kind of pain sheneedsin order to learn to obey me.I wouldn’t injure her for no reason.
I struck her pretty hard the last time I was here.I surprised even myself.I wasn’t out of control or anything.The entire time, I was calm.I’d been prepared for the possibility that she might balk and refuse to let me touch her bottom.I’d even kind of hoped it would go down that way so I could use the episode as another lesson.
It worked.She’s been punished enough between my belt and my absence.
Before waking Briana, I set my bag at the foot of the bed over the covers between her parted feet.I open it and pull out the supplies I’ll need.
She will submit to me tonight.She won’t like it, but she needs this.She needs to know that no part of her body is off-limits to Daddy.It never will be.I decide every detail of her life.That includes when she needs her bottom penetrated.It’s happening tonight.
I intend to be clinical about it.I won’t go easy on her.It will hurt.She will endure it for me.
Finally, I snap on my gloves.They aren’t entirely necessary, but the last time I put them on, she reacted violently.The gloves will help her feel like she’s being violated by a medical professional instead of her Daddy.
The sound of the rubber popping against my wrist yanks her out of sleep.I’m not touching her, but she’s instantly alert.
She lifts her head.“Daddy?”she whispers.
“Right next to you, princess.”
She smiles.“I missed you.”