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That after I’d asked why she called me Daddy.

Structure. She needed structure, not abuse.

I wrapped my hand around the handle of a flogger and had to admit how good it felt in my hand.

“Can I see?” Maddie’s voice came to me from her chair.

“No.”

“May I get up?”

“Not yet.” Dropping the flogger handle, I glanced down at the open bottom drawer.

Glass dildos were lined up in order of smallest to largest. Therewere possibilities there. The second row of toys consisted of butt plugs in graduating sizes. We definitely weren’t jumping straight to anal, but holy fuck did that make my cock thicken.

I closed the drawer and then the doors, leaning against the wardrobe with one shoulder. “On the bed, Maddie. Kneeling.”

I didn’t want her kneeling on the floor because she needed to talk to me, and I didn’t want to have to look down. She needed to tell me what she expected. I wasn’t experienced in this, and mind reading wasn’t in my reper-fucking-toire.

The position was subservient, so it would satisfy the Dom-sub requirements, but I wanted her eyes on the same level as mine. As she moved, I squared off and crossed my arms over my chest, the leather of my cut pulling across my shoulders.

She stepped up onto the platform next to the bed and then crawled onto the softer mattress. Her eyes stretched with wonder and raked over the ropes and harnesses hanging from the bed frame.

I glanced up too. Safety would be my priority here, so I needed to see what I had to work with. The construction was more than sound. Hell, with the gauge of those hooks and swivels combined with corner reinforcements, it could probably hold four-hundred pounds. Maybe more.

Maddie kneeled in the center of the mattress, facing me.

“Come this way so your knees are on the edge.”

Without question she obeyed, but her knees were glued together.

“Open your knees wide.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered and spread her thighs, keeping her heels glued together.

The dress draped between her legs, hiding what was underneath.

I let out a soft growl, then ordered, “Bring the hem up to the tops of your thighs.”

She did, and I stared at the white cotton covering her pussy. Boring. Something we would have to fix. Later.

There was a wet spot seeping wider from her center as I watched. The base of my spine tingled, sending shocks into my cock and balls. But this wasn’t about me blowing my wad. It was about her and whatshe needed to recover from all the shit. From her fucked-up existence under the bitch’s thumb.

“Give me your safe word.”

She enunciated the syllables like she’d written on the contract. The sounds were correct, but I wanted to reinforce the lesson.

“Now spell it,” I commanded.

She recited the letters from memory.

“And the accents?”

“The O and the last I.”

“Very good, nizhóní,” I praised.

Maddie bit her lower lip and let it slide through her teeth. “Will you tell me now?”

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