Page 17 of Mind Games

I waited nervously as he tucked his dick back inside before he began to fasten his trousers. He handed me, Pooh, before he picked up my pyjamas from last night and a stack of my books.

“Follow me,” he said as I stared at the chain and collar on the bed.

I didn't like the change but reluctantly followed him as I looked around his house. We went up four different flights of stairs until we reached a white door. It has two locks on it. One had a keyhole like the basement door, but this one had a second one that was only on the outside of the door.

He opened the door, and I saw the massive bedroom full of sunlight from the various windows. It was decorated in white and pale blue. The bed was a huge white four-poster bed. The back wall has a variety of different coloured butterflies painted on it. When I looked at the light, I saw a chandelier-type fixture with white flower-shaped lights and pale blue flowers in the middle.

The bedside cabinets were white. On one side there was a matching white lamp with a darker blue base at the bottom. There was a large rocking horse, a white swing on the other side of the room, and a door that led to a bathroom. Next to the doorway were white floor-to-ceiling-sized bookshelves. It had a pale blue beanbag and a dark blue rug beneath it.

“What do you think? I had it decorated for you,” Daddy said as I continued to take the room in.

I glanced at the windows on the slope of the roof. The room was beautiful.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

Daddy walked to the bed and put my pyjamas there before he put all the books away on the bookshelves. I touched the pendant on my new chain and felt a pattern beneath it. When I looked down, I saw an inscription on it.

Daddy’s Girl.

Chapter 12

Nathan

I watched so many expressions flash across her face. The room was perfect and had a calming atmosphere, which would help her adjust swiftly to her new environment. I walked back to the bed and sat down before I patted my leg until she came and sat on my lap. When I touched her pussy she was deliciously wet from sucking my cock.

My dick began to twitch as I began to finger her wet cunt. She began to rock her hips on my lap, and her breath became uneven. I slipped my arm around her and felt her breasts before I tugged on her nipple until she gasped. The additional medication was working wonderfully. It wouldn't be long until her needs became as depraved as mine.

“So lovely and wet for your Daddy,” I said before I kissed her shoulder blade. “Sadly, you will need to wait until I am ready to let you cum.”

She groaned and tried to rub her ass against me, but I ignored her.

I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and looked around her to see her face before I held them up to her mouth. She didn't hesitate to grab my hand and suck my fingers into her mouth. I pushed them in and out of her mouth, rubbing my fingertips along her wet tongue.

“I’m going to run you a nice hot bath before our session today. After lunch, Daddy will feed your hungry pussy some of his cum,” I said before I set her on the bed and stood up to study her disappointed face.

Daisy adapted very quickly to her new life, but I wouldn't take any unnecessary risks that could jeopardise my future.

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Her eyes darted to mine every so often as I fed her the chicken noodle soup. I would need to start going into the office for a few days a week. She would be more comfortable in her new bedroom while I was gone, so it was pointless telling her in case she began to stress out about me leaving the house.

She had a better understanding of her past trauma, and I ensured she studied how parents or abusers could gaslight their children. The strict routine helped her eat and sleep well. Some days, she took short naps in between her reading. Her snippy attitude was gone, but with time, I knew my girl would have some naughty days, and I was ready for them.

“I don't understand. Why did you choose this profession, Daddy?” Daisy asked after she had the last spoonful of the soup. “You're not like any of my other therapists,” she added cautiously.

I was cold and hard. When people opened up about the root cause of their problems, I had no empathy. My focus remained on the treatment. It didn't surprise me that she picked up on my lack of emotions. I was fully aware that I had little to no emotional intelligence. I could only feign interest, and that became tiresome.

“I had no intentions of becoming a psychiatrist. It was an opportunity that presented itself to me. I was a very different person back then, but the more I learned about psychology and people, the more it intrigued me. The brain is fascinating. My practice allows me to choose my clients, and I’m not working like a dog in the public sector.”

Her frown cleared up as she mulled on my words.

“Have you kept other women in your house like this?” she asked, but she looked away from me and faced the window.

“I've never wanted to be a Daddy to anyone until I met you,” I said honestly because I saw the vulnerability in her eyes before she turned away from me. “I wanted to spank the fuck out of you the first day I met you. Bend you over my knee and slap your ass until you couldn't sit on it.”

“Woah,” she said in surprise as her eyes snapped back to my face.

“Enough talking. Take your clothes off,” I said impatiently before I put the empty bowl on the side table.

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