Page 11 of The Vicious Defender

As the preparations for the event kick off, I find myself getting more and more excited about the prospect of presenting their once wild, now domesticated daughter to Heath and Rain. I’ll make them realize she’s no longer their little girl. There is no sign left of the innocent girl that came to my house years ago. Now she's fully mine, embracing her role as my angel and my woman.

A shiver of excitement runs down my spine as I think of Tallulah.

She mostly wears no clothes at all now, preferring to go naked so I can take advantage of her at any given opportunity. I found myself wanting her too many times during the day to make it practical for her to wear clothes, anyway. It's better if she's naked. It gives me easier access. I can play with her whenever I want to.

My fists clench at the thought. Distracted again… Fucking distracted by my own demonic angel, possessing my mind as much as she does my body.

Like now, in a business meeting with Saul and Phoenix sitting uncomfortably in front of me.

Phoenix is fidgeting with the hem of his shirt while Saul stares at his cufflinks as if they have something to say. Neither of them can focus their gaze on me. They know full well Tallulah is under my desk sucking my cock while we conduct our business.

I groan, burying my head in my hands as she sucks, loudly slurping under the table.

“I think that's it for now, don't you?” I ask the men. "You might as well get the fuck out of here, I assume you don't want to hear my wife swallow?"

“Of course, padron,” Saul answers, eager to get to his feet and out of the room.He nearly stumbles in an effort to get the fuck out, which makes me chuckle and tighten my grip on Tallulah's pale mane of hair.

Phoenix follows suit, but before he leaves he gives me one last disgusted look that makes me rethink his loyalty. But he's never proven me wrong in the past and I have no reason to doubt him. So I choose to ignore it… just this once.

I do mak a mental note of his small transgression. Little escapes me, though I freely admit having my wife's perfect pouty mouth sucking my cock like her life depends on it is making me… forgetful.

They leave the room and the door shuts behind them. Now my pet and I are alone. I order Tallulah to come out from under the desk. She stands before me in all her glory, naked as I've kept her lately, with a collar around her neck and a chain that's connected to a leash in my arm.

I control everything she does now.

I control who she talks to, where she goes and what she does. There's nothing she can do without me knowing and nothing escapes me because I'm always paying close attention to her.I don't think of it as an exertion of control… I'm just watching out for her, like I always have.

“Did I do a good job?" she asks, her eyes finding mine and a wicked smile playing on her precum-stained lips.

“You don't need to ask me," I say with a smirk mirrored on my face. “If you did a good job you would know that by yourself already.”

I fully expect her to pout, but it seems that bratty habit has been knocked out of her forever. I come closer to her, suddenly feeling the need to show her some attention. I tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and tell her how pretty she looks as she blushes, looking at the ground. I'm glad my devoted training hasn't gotten rid of that habit quite so successfully. I do enjoy the sight of redness in her plump cheeks.

“I didn't make you come,” she pouts.

“That would have been inappropriate, given that we had some guests.” I smirk. “But don't worry, angel. You'll have an opportunity to do that soon enough. I'll make sure it's unforgettable for you. But you know your parents are coming in in a few days, don't you?”

“Yes, Master,” she says softly.

It pleases me to see that despite me changing the topic, she hasn't changed her role at all. She's still playing the perfectly obedient, meek, submissive wife I’ve wanted for so long. And now there is no reason for me to doubt her anymore.

She's fully succumbed and proven her obsession with me. Since the moment I started playing my tricks on her, I’ve known she’d crumble and break so easily. I just didn't know our story would have a couple of twists and turns.

"Sweet little thing," I mutter, sentimentally touching a hand to my ward's cheek.

I should have known Tallulah would have been my hardest toy to break. She's the one I wanted my whole life, the only one for me. And it took me this long to break her… But I can’t say I regret it. The sweet taste of her submission leaves me morefulfilled than ever. Being drunk on the power I exert over her is intoxicating.Better than any hit.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me in front of your parents?” I ask Tallulah, gently brushing her hair off her cheek as she looks up at me, wide blue eyes swimming with unspoken emotion.

“I'm always a good girl for you,” she says softly. “But I can take special care to ensure my Master is pleased.”

I smile when she uses that word. I'm still getting used to it, but it makes me excited.

Sometimes, I still long for her to call me Xavier like she used to.

“Well, we wouldn't want you neglecting your dear parents, would we?" I ask sweetly, touching my fingertip to her nose. "Who do you like better, my sweet angel? Me or them?"

“You, Master,” she says looking into my eyes with devotion that knows no bounds. “I’ll make sure you're always satisfied. I'll always put you before them.”

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