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That made me chuckle, “Daddy! You’re playing with me.”

“I’m not,” he tried to reason out. “I mean it, you’re damn fuckable. So tight, so juicy and you cum like a cute little slut. Daddy wants to keep you forever, little girl.”

“Maybe you should marry me,” I suggested. I couldn’t believe the words came out my mouth but I did mean it. I mean, if Ysa and Matt could get married then why not Dylan and I?

Dylan chuckled and nodded, “Maybe we should. Would you be willing to marry someone as old as I am?”

“Daddy,” I pouted. At this point my ass was starting to swell and I scooted up so I could get into a more comfortable position. “Just look at Ysa and Matt. He’s even older than you and they’re doing well together. I gave up my virginity for you. I gave everything to you. I’m getting a little too addicted. I want you to punish me. I want you to fuck me. I love how you love me. It’s becoming something new and fresh everyday. I’m honestly in love with you.”

“That’s just so sweet to hear,” he replied. “I’d love to keep you.”

That wasn’t really an answer but it was good enough for now. Maybe we both needed to think about our future for a while. I just smiled, content with what I had, and snuggled in towards him. He hugged me tight and I fell asleep in his arms.

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Before he took me home Dylan gave me a very special gift. While we were in the car he gave me a black leather collar. On it the words “Daddy’s Slut” were engraved with glittering stones, like fake diamonds. When I put it on the collar was a little tight around my neck - well, it was a choker collar after all - and Dylan smiled with pride when he saw how it looked on me.

He then took me home and Ysa just smiled and winked at me when I walked by her. Matt and Dylan talked for a bit over some beer but I was too tired to even discuss shit with anyone. I just waved good-bye and plopped onto my bed in my room.

It was about an hour later when Ysa came into my room and snuggled up close to me. She woke me up just to tell me she agreed to do those threesome proposals. I couldn’t even give a proper response. All I could think of was whether or not Dylan would ask me to do the same thing too.

Am I getting too addicted to this? I suddenly felt awake as the question lingered in my mind. Was I getting too deep in? Was there a means of stepping away from all this?

I did fuck Michael and normal sex just wasn’t doing it for me now. Was it the sex or was I not happy just because Michael was a jerk? I couldn’t really tell anymore. I was getting confused.

What really turned me on? Was it the guy who punished me but knows how to love me and be sweet to me? Was it the rough sex? Was it the toys and the BDSM aspect of it all? Figure it out, Olivia, you’re starting to lose control.

I really needed to figure this shit out. I was beginning to get scared. I just listened to Ysabel drone on and on, using her voice to lull me to sleep.

Chapter Seven

The next day I didn’t reply too often to Dylan’s messages. I just buried myself in work and tried my best to just be myself, my ordinary self, again. I wanted to avoid thinking about sex, about men and about BDSM. I wanted to just think of work, of good food, TV shows and other normal things.

Vicky was a bitch as usual but she did slow down in torturing me with more work. I didn’t really know why at first but it was only after lunch that I noticed she kept looking at my neck.

Oh fuck, do I still have it on? I blinked and slowly reached up to touch my neck.

“Shit,” I whispered softly when I discovered I still had the choker on. I’ve been going all over work wearing a collar that had such a kinky phrase on. All my coworkers must think I’m a dirty fucking slut now. Shit!

I quickly took it off. I glanced at Vicky’s direction and when she looked my way she just smiled. I didn’t even know what that kind of smile meant.

God, this was turning into a damn nightmare. I was humiliated beyond belief.

“Olivia,” Vicky then called me. I looked at her and she beckoned me to follow her to her main office.

I sulked but I knew I didn’t really have a choice. I got up and walked into her office. As soon as the door closed I slid into a seat and waited for Vicky to slam me with a ton of office work.

“So,” she said as she sat down behind her big desk. “You’re ‘daddy’s slut’ now, huh?”

Fuck.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, I just forgot to take it off,” I tried to reason but no matter what I’d say the fact remained that I had that thing on. Fuck this. I need to break it with Dylan. If I continued with this I’d get into more trouble and lose my job. I’d probably get too addicted too.

“No, I don’t really mind,” she said, to my surprise. I looked at her and she had a very naughty grin on her face. “In fact it kind of turns me on. I like it when a girl admits what she is.”

Was she flirting with me? I didn’t know. “Ma’am?”

“Sluts like you are meant to be fucked and humiliated,” she explained further, to my utter bewilderment. “I’m a slut, so trust me, I know. I didn’t get this high in a job for the nice paycheck if I didn’t suck a few cocks here and there. You don’t get promoted for being a hard worker, Olivia. You get promoted for fucking the guy with the biggest cock.”

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