Page 163 of Morally Gray Daddies

"Good girl," he panted. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."

With a final, powerful thrust, Lord Adrian buried himself deep inside me. I felt the wet heat of his release, marking me as his in the most primal way. We stayed frozen for a moment, both panting heavily.

Lord Adrian's breathing gradually slowed as he remained buried inside me. I felt his chest press against my back as he leaned forward, his lips brushing the nape of my neck. A shiver ran through me at the tender gesture, so at odds with the rough claiming that had just occurred.

He placed a series of soft kisses along my hairline, then nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my ear. His beard tickled my skin, sending little sparks of sensation through my overwrought nerves. I felt myself melting back against him, my body relaxing despite my mental turmoil.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "So sweet and responsive for Daddy." His praise washed over me, soothing something deep inside that I hadn't realized needed soothing. "You took your punishment from Daddy Victor, and you wet your diaper and washed it out, and then you let Daddy make you feel good. That's exactly what good little girls do."

His words made me squirm, a confusing mix of shame and pride flooding through me. I shouldn't want his approval, shouldn't crave his praise. And yet…

Lord Adrian's body suddenly tensed against mine. The tender moment shattered as he abruptly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. I heard the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his clothing.

"Thank you, Hargrove," he said, his voice suddenly cool and businesslike. "Your assistance has been most helpful."

I remained frozen in place, bent over the sink, unsure what to do. My mind reeled, trying to process the abrupt shift in his demeanor. Just moments ago, he had been praising me, calling me his good girl. Now, he sounded distant, almost clinical.

"Emily," Daddy Victor's stern voice cut through my confusion. "Stand up and face us."

Shakily, I pushed myself up from the sink and turned around. Lord Adrian was already by the door, his suit impeccably straightened. Only the slight flush on his cheeks and the darkness of his eyes hinted at what had just transpired between us.

"I'll be in touch regarding my decision," Lord Adrian said to Daddy Victor, not even glancing in my direction. With that, he strode out of the bathroom, his polished shoes clicking sharply on the tile floor.

I stood there, naked save for my thin camisole, feeling utterly lost and confused. Lord Adrian's seed trickled down my inner thighs, a visceral reminder of what had just happened. The harsh fluorescent lighting seemed to highlight every goosebump on my exposed skin.

Daddy Victor brought me back to my cell and left me there, the same way he had done the previous two days, after spanking me in the punishment room. “Think about what you’ve done, Emily,” he instructed — the same words he had used yesterday and the day before, as if the degrading, confusing, terribly satisfying session with Lord Adrian hadn’t happened.

When Daddy Victor brought me supper, though, things changed.

“Lord Adrian has decided to sponsor you,” he announced, after setting the tray down on the tiny desk. “After you eat, I’m going to take you to your new apartment.”

I felt my forehead crease in confusion. “What?” I asked. “But he…”

The way his lordship had departed had seemed to suggest that he had enjoyed himself, and thought humiliating me and fucking me worth whatever he had paid — but that he had no intention of becoming attached to me in any way.

Daddy Victor took a phone from his pocket and showed it to me.

“This is yours from now on.”

I stared at the device in my Training Daddy’s hand, my mind struggling to process this new development. Sponsor you? Like, the thing Sarah Pierce had said about a Sponsor Daddy?

"Take it," Daddy Victor instructed firmly.

With trembling hands, I reached out and grasped the sleek rectangle. As soon as my fingers closed around it, the screen lit up.

Selecta Arrangements for Emily Carter, Bad Girl. It shouldn’t have turned my face red, after how many times I’d already been called bad girl, but it did. Seeing it there on the screen of the handheld seemed like a sort of brand.

"This is a dedicated device for your Selecta Arrangements app," Daddy Victor explained. "It will allow Lord Adrian to monitor your activities and communicate his expectations. You are to keep it with you at all times."

I nodded mutely, still too overwhelmed to form words. Daddy Victor continued his explanation, walking me through the various features of the app - a GPS tracker, a messaging system, and a section labeled Home Permissions.

“This grants your sponsor access to the surveillance and security features of your apartment,” Daddy Victor told me.

I saw that the app gave toggles for each of the items: Front Door, Living Room Camera, Bedroom Camera, Bathroom Camera. My eyes went wide when I noticed that the toggles had all been grayed out.

“As a Bad Girl,” Daddy Victor explained, “you don’t have the option to refuse your permissions to your sponsor. Lord Adrian will have all the access he needs to take care of you and to enjoy your body as he likes.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes going from the screen to Daddy Victor and back as I tried to process the information, alarm and unwelcome excitement seeming to take turns in my mind and my body.

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