Page 36 of The Music in Me

I waited until he turned around, unzipping my dress and shrugging my shoulders until it pooled at my feet. The bra went next, and I dropped it on the floor. I kept my eyes on Leon as I grabbed my panties and rolled them down my legs.

“Whatever you’re doing, Kira, it’s not going to work,” he said, glowering at me.

I tossed the panties at his feet and then slowly went on my knees, naked as the day I was born, except for white stockings that reached the bottom of my thighs. I sat on the back of my legs and kept my head bowed.

“Teach me,” I said. “Teach me to trust myself, Leon. Help me find myself.”

“Kira…”

“Show me how to love myself,” I continued, laying my heart out in front of him. I had nothing left to lose except him. “Show me how much you love me, Daddy,” I whispered with tears falling from my eyes.

I heard a sharp intake of breath but kept my head down.

“Why should I?” he asked, and I heard him come closer until I was staring at his feet. “Look at me, Kira. Look at me and tell me why I should do what you’re asking me to?”

I raised my head and looked into his eyes. “Because you want to do it as much as I need you to.”

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity. Then he held out his hand, and I took it. He pulled me up and looked into my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I nodded without hesitation.

“Words, Kira,” he corrected gently. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. “I’m sure.”

He reached under the bed and pulled out his box of toys. I felt a pulse between my legs, and I became breathless with anticipation. The first thing he pulled out was a blindfold, and he placed it around my eyes, making sure it was tight and snug but not constricting.

“There are going to be no limits tonight, Kira,” he warned, his voice low and oddly worried. “I get to do whatever I want, and we don’t stop until you say the safe word, Kira. Even if it takes us all night.”

It felt like he was giving me one last chance to walk away when all I wanted was for him to get started and give me a chance that I could be who he wanted me to be. “I’m ready, Daddy,” I whispered, cocking my ear toward the sound of his voice.

“Okay.”

He took my hand and led me to the middle of the room. I could hear the sound of wood scraping on the floor and metal being moved but had no idea what was happening. There was something ominous about being able to hear but not see what was happening. My imagination was running wild, and I would have been scared if I was with anyone but Leon.

I jumped when he stepped back behind me and placed his hand on my back.

“Easy,” he said, pushing me forward. “It’s just you and me tonight, baby.”

He directed me to lie on a flat surface, and I recognized the bench we’d used the day before. Only this time, it was inclined. I lay down with my head at the lower end and my legs hanging over the other side.

“This is a spreader bar,” he explained as he placed straps on my wrists. “They will hold those arms and legs wide open for me.” The bar kept my arms locked in place, and he did the same thing to my ankles, spreading my legs wide before securing it. When he was done, he took a step back. “See if you can move,” he ordered, and I tried to move my arms and legs. They only moved a few inches before becoming taut.

“I can’t,” I said.

“Good. Remember that when you think of escaping. Only one thing can save you now, Kira. One word and all of this ends when you want it to.”

“I’m ready for anything,” I said, tipping my chin defiantly.

“We’ll see about that.” He moved away again, and I could hear the box creaking. “You really messed up today, Kira,” he said as he rifled through the box. “Going through my things and wearing my collar without my permission. Putting on a dress you didn’t earn. Letting that asshole see you dressed in clothes I picked for you…” His voice got deeper and more menacing as he rattled off the list of my transgressions. “How many strokes do you think you deserve?” he asked, stepping back to me and standing between my legs.

“I don’t know, Daddy,” I said, hoping that magic word would grant me some mercy.

“Wrong answer,” he said, cupping my pussy and stroking my clit with his finger. “How many strokes, Kira?”

My breath hitched, and I moved against his hand. “As many as you want, Daddy,” I said.

“That’s right.” He took a step back. “As many as I want.” There was a short pause before he asked, “What’s the safe word, baby?”

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