Thirty-Two
Two weeks later…
Briana
I’m in the kitchen on a stool at the island, eating breakfast, when I hear my brother’s voice.I lift my head instinctively.
Daddy is right behind me, and his palm lands on top of my skull, angling my face downward.This is a difficult thing for me to learn.I’ve been living here for two weeks, and I still have trouble remembering I’m not allowed to look other men in the eyes.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I murmur.
His lips come to my ear.“You’ll be sorry in about five minutes when I spank your bottom.Do you need me to start disciplining you in front of Silver?”
“No, Sir.”I take another bite of my scrambled eggs.They’re delicious.It turns out I live with five men who are fucking good cooks.I never lift a hand.I eat what Daddy puts in front of me without complaint.And I don’t dare eat anything extra.He never lets me have coffee anymore.He says the caffeine fucks with my sleep cycle, and that I don’t need the cream and sugar.It’s not good for me.I’m getting used to living without it.
My fork is halfway to my mouth for my next bite when I hear a woman’s voice.Not words, just a whimper.I only lift my gaze enough to see that, indeed, there is a woman next to Silver across from me.
My brother speaks, “Daphne, this is my sister Briana and her boyfriend Rook.Bri, don’t even think about clouding Daphne’s head with any nonsense.Stay away.Mouth shut.”
I roll my eyes, grateful no one can see them.
Daddy grips the back of my neck.“She won’t have the opportunity to get up to any mischief this week.Don’t worry.”
I’m dying to know who Daphne is and why she’s here.It’s morning.Did Silver bring her home last night?I’ve never known any of the men in this house to bring home a woman.Rook has told me they do not.And yet.Here’s Daphne.What’s her story?
“Nice to meet you, Daphne,” Daddy says.“Silver, I’ll talk to you later.”
My brother chuckles.“You better not be thinking of lecturing me.”
The tension between Silver and Rook has been strained.I’m aware of it but not the specifics.
The first morning I woke up in the house, Daddy locked me in the room and left me for two hours while he presumably worked out some sort of truce with Silver.
He says it’s none of my business and not to worry about it.He reminds me often that I’mhis.I obeyhim.I do not answer to anyone else for any reason, and that includes my brother.
I don’t think Silver is very pleased with their arrangement, but he hasn’t said anything to me about it.He respects whatever bro code these guys have.It’s not just the two of them.It’s all five of them.They lived through some sort of hell together, and they hold that shit close to their chests.
Whatever it was, it has tainted them.It turned them into the dark sinister men they are today.It’s the reason they invented the freshman prank.
The more I think about that night in the pantry, the more I realize how totally fucked up that is.I should be scarred for life.I suppose I am.I’m certainly irrevocably altered.But on the other hand, I’m right where I belong as a result.I’m in love with my stalker.I don’t care how fucked up that is.
I assume Daphne was also a victim of the freshman prank, apparently preyed upon by my brother.How long ago did he do this?Has he been hypocritically judging me and Rook all this time while he, too, was tormenting this woman?
Daddy points at my plate, so I resume eating.It’s so hard not to look up.I want to see who Daphne is.I want to make eye contact with her.I won’t.I’m sure that would land me in more trouble than I’m already in.
I’ve gotten more in tune with my needs since I moved into this house.I don’t like to be beaten often, but I do enjoy the release I get from the occasional impact to my ass.I think it works out that Daddy also itches to punish me with regularity, so it’s become a thing for us on weekends.He strikes me with either his hand or some other implement—he’s added a paddle to our repertoire—before putting me in the kennel and leaving me there to think about my behavior.
Based on the sounds, I believe Silver grabs food and then guides Daphne out of the kitchen.A door shuts, telling me he has taken her to his room.Interesting.
I’m not surprised when Daddy removes my empty plate and says, “Bedroom, now.Brush your teeth.Remove your clothes.I want you naked and leaning over our bed in four minutes.You know the drill.”
I hop from the stool and scurry from the room, keeping my gaze lowered just in case I run into any of the other men.
I’m a good judge of time by now.I’m easily back in the bedroom, arms stretched out in front of me, feet planted wide, breasts hanging, ass in the air when Daddy enters.I flinch when he locks the door.He nearly always does, but the sound reminds me that I’m totally at his mercy.
He takes his time using the bathroom and brushing his teeth.He really likes clean breath.It’s one of his quirks.
After two weeks living with Daddy, I’m better able to guess what he might do.Not always because he likes to shock me.