Page 55 of Sugarplum

Or he could just be asking for coffee. Shut up, you’re thinking way too deeply on this shit. I took in a deep breath and told him “Yeah, I’ll fix up a cup for you. It’s the least I can do.”

We both hurried inside, given I only had his big jacket on to cover me, and he dived inside to rest on the couch as I ran upstairs and got dressed. I didn’t want to waste time so I threw on the first nightgown I could find. It was so skimpy my panties were visible with even the slightest movement and it had a low back and front. I might as well just expose my tits.

It was a little too revealing but I didn’t care. Dylan had seen everything at this point. I just needed something on in case Ysabel or Matt came home early.

Before heading back to Dylan in the living room I went into the kitchen, fixed up two cups of coffee, and waited for the drinks to brew. As soon as they were ready I took both cups in hand and headed to the living room.

“Here,” I said as I handed him his cup. I then took a seat opposite him. I was not going to risk getting horny by sitting beside him.

“Thank you,” he said as he grabbed the cup and took a sip. “I didn’t know he’d been pestering you like this for so long.”

I nodded, drank, then explained. “Remember when I said one of my bosses flirted with me and I slept with him? Michael was that boss. He’s a fucking airhead, a jerk and an asshole.”

“That must have been terrifying,” he said calmly. “I’m sorry.”

This is not the same Dylan I spent so much time with. He’s being so… civil, so polite. Was this really how he was when he wasn’t in his bondage quarters? It was refreshing to actually get to talk to him.

“You’re so sweet,” I told him. “How come you were never this sincere and sweet with me before?”

Dylan grinned, “Because you didn’t give it a chance. I needed to break you before anything else. I wanted to take everything from you bit by bit so we could rebuild together. Look at you now: you’re no longer a virgin, you know how to take control, you can differentiate proper bondage from getting raped and you seem to have a better understanding of who you are and what turns you on.”

That was true. After that incident with Michael and then with Nick I knew what I wanted.

“I want to be with you,” I told Dylan, my eyes fixed on his. I gave him the most sincere look I could muster and I did try to look seductive as well, leaning back on the couch so he could glimpse at my exposed tits and my legs. “I want to be yours again, daddy.”

Dylan looked me over. I saw his eyes roam as he studied me. He put his cup of coffee down on the table between us and he leaned back as well. Before I could figure out what he had in mind he zipped down and grabbed a hold of his cock.

God, this is making me drool.

“Only if you answer this correctly,” he said. His words slightly faded as my attention was on his manhood. I watched as he squeezed and stroked it. “Why are you not offended with me grabbing my cock and planning to fuck you when you were so repulsed by Michael doing the exact same thing?”

The answer to that was easy as pie.

“Because I love you,” I told him. “Daddy, I love you so much. For you, I’d do anything. I’d try anything. I’d serve you, fuck you, enslave myself to you and more. If you asked me to strip and let you fuck me right here, right now, I’d agree. Pleasing you is my pleasure. It turns me on. It makes me feel alive. With Michael - or any other guy for that matter - I don’t feel a damn thing. No excitement, no thrill, no respect… and definitely no love.”

Dylan smiled and clapped his hands. I think I just did him really proud there.

“I love you too,” he declared. “I’ve always loved you. It’s because I love you that I was able to smack you and whip you and fuck you the way I did. If I didn’t love you I never would have felt any desire to own you, break you and mold you.”

Damn it, I love this man. He just knew the exact right words to say. He knew how to be kinky, how to be naughty, how to be sweet and how to be romantic all at once. If it was any other man it would have sounded perverted or insane. With Dylan, however, it just sounded perfect.

“I love you, daddy,” I declared again. I then pulled out a little surprise from underneath the pillow. It was the choker he gave me. Quickly I put it on.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s not going to use you tonight. You need to rest after what happened there with Michael. Don’t worry about work, I’ll get it settled so you can go in tomorrow as if nothing even happened.”

“Thank you daddy. When are we going to resume our sessions?”

Dylan laughed and caressed my face lovingly, “Soon. I’ll let you know. For now, just rest. How ‘bout we go on a regular date for once. Want to watch a movie tomorrow?”

“Can we invite Matt and Ysa?”

“Sure,” he answered. “That’s actually a good idea.”

It was a date then. I was proud of what I accomplished. Dylan didn’t even stay long after that. He just settled with finishing his coffee, making sure I was okay, and then in about fifteen minutes he left and went home.

Ysa didn’t get home until past five and Matt didn’t get home until another hour after that. Both were already aware of what happened. Apparently Dylan took the liberty to at least tell Ysa. She got home so quickly and fixed me some food. It reminded me why I love that girl and why she’s been my best friend since we were kids.

“You sure you’re okay?” Ysa finally asked when she, Matt and I were in the living room having hotdog sandwiches and watching an old movie.

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