Page 178 of Morally Gray Daddies

I felt a wave of anger and possessiveness wash over me at these words. The thought of Emily being taken away, of someone else disciplining her… using her body they way I had… holding her close… it made my blood boil. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles actually turning white.

"Now see here," I growled, abandoning any pretense of politeness. "Emily is mine. I sponsored her. I've been training her. You can't just swoop in and take her away."

"I'm afraid we can, Lord Adrian," Sarah replied coolly. "The contract you signed gives Selecta Corporation full rights to reassign associates as we see fit. Ultimate ownership of Emily lies with the program, not with you personally."

I cursed under my breath, remembering the stack of papers I'd carelessly signed when I first agreed to sponsor Emily. At the time, I hadn't cared about the fine print — I'd just wanted a pretty young fuck toy to warm my bed and accompany me to events. I’d never imagined I'd grow so… attached.

No. That I’d…

That I’d fall in love.

"Where are you taking her?" I demanded. "I want to speak with her."

"That won't be possible," Sarah said firmly. "Emily will be transported to a secure facility within the hour. For her own good, she'll have no outside contact during her intensive retraining period."

My mind raced, trying to think of a way to stop this. "Listen," I said, forcing my voice to sound calmer than I felt. "Perhaps we can come to some arrangement. I'm willing to pay handsomely to maintain my sponsorship of Emily. Name your price."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line. When Sarah spoke again, her tone was contemplative. "An interesting offer, Lord Adrian. But I'm afraid it's not that simple. Emily's case has drawn the attention of some very high-level executives within Selecta UK. They're quite… invested in her future development."

I felt my stomach twist. What did that mean? What did they have planned for my Emily?

"However," Sarah continued, "I suppose there might be a way for you to prove your commitment to Emily's training. If you were willing to provide us with a demonstration of your ability to properly discipline and control her…"

"Yes," I said quickly, seizing on this glimmer of hope. "Whatever it takes. What if I hosted a party at Mallory House? For your executives, in particular."

Perhaps it came from my suddenly-apparent love for my bad girl, but it seemed like a stroke of genius: not only would I be able to keep Emily, but I could align myself with the new corporate powers that be.

“What sort of party do you mean, my lord?” Sarah asked. I heard real curiosity in her tone now.

“A very private one,” I said, trying to pique her interest further with a hint of mystery. If I had heard one thing about high-level Selecta executives, it was that they enjoyed an occasion where they could assert and enjoy their dominance over one or more submissive girls. “One where I can show you once and for all how thoroughly I intend to care for Emily. One where I can punish her for playing with herself and make it clear to her, and to anyone you’d care to invite, that her quim belongs to me.”

“My lord,” Sarah replied, “let me call you back in a few minutes.”

She hung up. Insufferable woman, I thought. So disrespectful.

The dashboard light flashed again. I punched the button.

“Tomorrow night, my lord,” Sarah said shortly.

I grimaced, glad she couldn’t see me.

“Lord Adrian?” came the cold voice again. “Can you do that?”

“Of course I can,” I answered, assuming a nonchalance I absolutely didn’t feel.

“Let me tell you a secret, my lord,” Sarah said, as if she meant to impart profound knowledge to someone who she felt sure wouldn’t be able to comprehend it. “It’s fine to be a criminal, if you want to work with Selecta. Especially if you’re also the sort of dominant that you, my lord clearly are. All that’s required is that you, shall we say, play your dirty cricket for our side.”

Emily

“Well,” Sarah said from behind me. “It seems your Sponsor Daddy has developed more of an attachment to you than he’s made evident in his conduct thus far.”

I felt my forehead crease very deeply. I had to bite my lip to keep a sob from rising out of my chest. Naked, sore, in this absolutely degrading posture on hands-and-knees atop the bed where my Daddy had used me with such brutality… I felt completely at Sarah’s mercy.

“So…,” I said, not wanting to show her how very badly I needed to know what had just happened, what would happen — and above all when I would see my Daddy again.

“Silence, bad girl,” Sarah commanded, her voice so scornful it sent a wave of mortification and unwelcome arousal screaming through my body. “I’m going to put you back in your diaper. Hopefully that will keep you from touching yourself between now and tomorrow night.”

I remembered her saying that, as she had talked to my Daddy on the phone, right before the thing about being the right kind of criminal. Tomorrow night.

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