But fucking hell, how do I make it a reality?
Twenty-Four
Briana
The butterfly is evil.I know that before I strap it on.It truly nestles against my clit, covering it so completely that there will be no escaping its wrath.It makes me wet and horny without being activated.
I nearly fall to my knees when it suddenly starts vibrating.I shouldn’t be shocked.Daddy told me precisely when to put it on before getting dressed.I always do what he says at the exact time he expects it because I’ve learned that precision is extremely important to him.
I’m still naked.The only thing I’m wearing is that evil toy.I lean forward and brace myself against the mattress when it starts buzzing.
“Fuck,” I mutter.How will I endure this even for a minute?Let alone all the way through dinner.Daddy won’t have any idea exactly where I am in the house or if I happen to be speaking or listening to other people, sitting or standing, chewing or swallowing, or, heaven forbid, taking a drink.
He intends to torment me at random, and I’m not sure I can handle this.
When he explained the punishment to me, I thought I had gotten off rather easily.He could have whipped me so that I had to endure dinner with welts on my ass.There are any number of sadistic things he could have chosen.This tops all my imagined scenarios.
Luckily, he turns it off a few seconds later, and I’m able to get dressed.I put my hair in a high ponytail because I have no one to impress.Minimal makeup, and I’m ready to go.
Unfortunately, I’m constantly aware of the butterfly.It keeps me aroused just by its very existence.Anything would if it were pressed against my clit.At least he didn’t insist I also wear one of those nasty plugs.I might have revolted at that idea.
I get a text as I’m about to leave.
Daddy: I looked up that address.You’re certainly not walking there alone at night, princess.Take a rideshare.
He’s probably right.I would have walked, but it probably isn’t the best idea.There are crazy people out there.I should know.I’m dating one of them.
Dating?Is that what I’m doing?
Sometimes, I have to pause and remind myself I’m not in any sort of normal relationship.I don’t know my Daddy’s name.I don’t know what he looks like.I don’t know where he lives.I don’t know what he does for a living.
Is he my boyfriend?More like my owner.
I’m able to find a ride quickly, and I’m at my brother’s house a few minutes before six.I’m relieved that Daddy knows I’m here.It takes a lot of stress off me.I can’t lie to him.I hate that I have done so once already.By omission.
The car drives away, and I stop and look around for a few moments.I have no doubt Daddy is watching me from somewhere, but I can’t see him.He’s elusive.And how would I know if it was him, even if I saw him?
It’s hard for me to focus on anything but the butterfly as I make my way to the front of the house.I didn’t pay much attention the first time I came here.I walked that time.It wasn’t as ominous during the day.This place is huge.Monstrous.And old.Almost creepy in the waning light.There’s an engraved wooden plaque above the entrance that says “Brimstone House.”It looks like it’s been there for decades.
I’m pretty sure my brother and his friends own it.I’ve only met one of his friends.His name was odd.I’m trying to remember what he told me.Brock?Rock?Shoot.
Silver told me he knows these guys from a boys’ home they lived in together in high school.It’s cool that they all remained friends and have even moved to the same town and house.
I’m oddly nervous as I knock on the door, but seconds later, Silver answers it.He chuckles.
“What’s so funny?”
“I figured there was about a forty percent chance you would show up.I assumed you would cancel at the last minute with some sort of excuse.”
I considered doing just that.It’s taken a lot of courage to get me here.Even with Daddy’s permission, I’m out of sorts about having dinner with my brother and his four roommates.It’s intimidating.
I’m living in an alternate universe.My world has shrunk.It revolves around my stalker and… Just him really.He’s all I think about.Pleasing him has become my obsession.My only interest.I’m sometimes startled when I step into my kitchen or living room and interact with my roommates.I feel like I’m out of my body.I’m someone else.That girl is a fraud.The real me is Daddy’s good girl.
My roommates have mostly stopped asking me to do things.I didn’t know them well enough before the freshman prank for them to be overly concerned about how odd I am.They probably assume they misread me initially, and now they believe I’m a studious hermit who rarely interacts with anyone.
Right now, I’m that fake girl.I paste on a smile.“Well, you were wrong.I’m here.”
I follow him through the living room and into the kitchen.I’m instantly overwhelmed by the testosterone in this space.Five big men.They aren’t eighteen like the college freshmen I see in my classes.They’re in their twenties.Full-grown.And is it my imagination, or do all five of them have a similar narrow-eyed, skeptical expression?The one I see on Silver most of the time.