Page 45 of Sugarplum

“Thank you so much daddy,” I whispered as I slowly regained my breath.

“You’re welcome, baby,” he replied. “You do know I’m still going to punish you, right?”

I sat back up and looked into his eyes, “What kind of punishment?”

“A real punishment,” he answered. He then kissed my lips, perhaps as a means of reassuring me. “BDSM isn’t just about the leather straps, gag balls and toys. It’s more than just about being rough to someone. There’s a bond between the slave and master. We both need to respect that bond.”

My eyebrow shot up as I was still confused.

Dylan caressed my back and continued to explain, “You’re mine. Nobody else owns you. You are my baby, my slave and you are my fuck toy. If you displease me, I will punish you. If you break any of our rules or venture out too far then I will punish you. If you learn to respect me and obey me then I can reciprocate that.”

Oddly enough, he was making sense. If he wanted me to fear and respect him he would have to show some level of authority over me. If I wanted him to respect me then I would have to prove that I am worth his time and effort. We were pleasing each other but in such a unique way.

“Fine, daddy,” I gave in, knowing this was what may further cement our relationship together. “Punish me. Punish me for being a naughty girl.”

“Oh I will,” he said with that wicked grin. He slapped my ass softly, just strong enough to make me jump a little and make his cock move inside me. Even the slightest movement made me moan and I saw it pleased him. He slapped again and I moaned even louder.

“What kind of punishment did you have in mind, daddy?”

He grabbed my nipples with both his hands and gave them a soft pinch and twist. I opened my mouth wide but managed to keep myself from moaning or screaming.

“Baby, I am going to make you beg,” he answered. “I am going to break you tonight, my baby girl. You’re going to beg to daddy to let me take full control of you.”

I took a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay daddy, let’s do this.” I gently got off of him and sat back down on the passenger’s seat, where I slid the thong off just to get it fully out of the way.

Sitting there, I waited and watched him grab it so he could use it to wipe off our cum from his clothes. He zipped up his pants and at that point I was going to get dressed when he suddenly shoved his hand at me and shook his head.

“No,” he explained. “You’ll be walking into my house naked.”

My jaw just dropped and for a few moments I didn’t really know what to say. Dylan must have noticed because he got out of the car, walked to my side, opened the car door and pulled me out of my seat.

“Go on,” he instructed. “You know what to do.”

I looked at him and then at the distance to the door. I just bit down on my lip and decided to go forth with it. I mean, what else could I lose? I already lost my virginity in a BDSM initiation and I fucked some bastard stranger from work who thought he owned the world. What else could go wrong, right?

“To the basement, daddy?” I at least knew where that was. My last time here was brief but I at least knew more about the basement and how to get there.

“No,” Dylan answered as he followed me, staying only about five feet away. “Taking you upstairs, this time, to my personal bedroom. I want to get a good look at you while I punish you and the lighting up there is just so much better.”

Without any second thought I obeyed and continued down the long hallway until I found the stairs leading to the second floor of the manor. From there we went down another hall and Dylan scooted up to walk ahead of me as a means of guiding me to his room.

Even if he didn’t guide me I would have still found it. The Master’s Bedroom of this house was like a mini-house all of its own and the doors to it were just as elaborate and extravagant. The bedroom door was made of exquisite wood with a lot of old engraved art on it. The handles were made of metal - maybe even gold but I was never one to tell plain metal from pure gold - and it had silver plating on its decor.

I had little time to worry about how gorgeous or how large his room was, however. As soon as he opened the doors and I got a glimpse of waited for me, I felt my heart pound faster and my cheeks flush with shame and anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, I followed him into his real dungeon.

Chapter Six

Inside it didn’t look like a BDSM dungeon at all. The walls were white, the floors were a gorgeous marble and even the plastering on the balcony was pearl white. The bed itself was covered in white and light gold sheets. When he flicked the lights on I was a little surprised by how bright they were. It looked like a high-end European room, purely white with only a hint of gold here and there.

Despite its beauty, there was one little package that made me gasp and dread what might come next. On the bed, right in the middle, was a blanket with a ton of different sex toys laid out, along with rope, cuffs and other strange objects I have never seen before.

“Go in,” he commanded.

Inside I went and took a step closer to the bed.

“Time to punish you, you little slut,” he said as he got closer from behind. “Daddy’s going to punish his little daughter for being a whore and fucking some stranger daddy doesn’t know.”

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