“What happens when you get tired of me?”she asks, her voice trembling.
“That will never happen.”
She’s looking in my eyes.Never blinking.Not looking away.“Everyone eventually gets tired of me.No one has ever stuck around.”She’s so brave.So strong.She has no idea that our entire relationship is based not on some weakness of hers but on an inner strength that allows her to submit to me.To trust me.It’s the most precious gift I’ve ever received.
I fist her ponytail harder, needing her full attention.It’s important for her to know this is forever.I hold her gaze firmly while I speak.“I will never tire of you, Briana.Never.I choose you.You’re mine forever.”
She gasps, tears welling up in her eyes.Her lips tremble, but she says nothing.She doesn’t believe me yet, but she will.In time.
I release her ponytail and turn her around so she’s facing the room.Wrapping an arm around her torso to pull her back to my front, I say, “What do you think?”
“About what?”she murmurs.
“My room.Ourroom now.”
“You really want me to live here?”Her voice is incredulous.
“Yes, princess.From this moment forward, you will always sleep in the same room as me.Nonnegotiable.”
“You say that as though you don’t intend for me to share your bed,” she murmurs.
“Oh, princess, I fully intend for you to share my bed as often as you earn that right.Some nights you will need to be disciplined instead.That’s up to you.”
“Up to me…”
“Everything that happens is always up to you.You make those choices every day.You can choose to obey me, or you can choose to accept my punishments.”
“What is that?”She lifts a hand and points toward the other side of the bed in the corner of the room.
“What does it look like, Briana?”
“It looks like a dog kennel, but I haven’t seen a dog.”
I chuckle.“You’re right.It’s a kennel.We discussed that idea once.I liked the way you were so startled.So I bought you one.We’ll call it your naughty box.And that’s where you’re about to spend some time.”
She flinches in my arms.“Daddy…” Her voice wobbles.
I release her, reach down her legs, grab the hem of her dress, and pull it up over her head.After dropping it on the end of the bed, I unclasp her bra.
“Daddy…” she whimpers.
She’s left in the fucking sexy butterfly vibrator and her sandals.And she squeals when I spin her around, lift her by the hips, and set her on the bed.I squat down to remove her shoes before finally unclasping the butterfly and sliding it off her.
“Do you need the ball gag, naughty girl?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you know why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Daddy.”Her voice is contrite.
“When I tell you to do something, you will obey me immediately every time.It doesn’t matter if you happen to be angry or feel that I’m wrong.Your job is to obey without question.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And if you ever again take off like you did tonight, putting yourself in danger, wandering the streets in the dark, I will use a cane on your ass.It will hurt like a motherfucker and keep you from being able to sit the next day.Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”