Page 14 of Mind Games

My tears soaked the pillow beneath me. I felt weak for crying. That's all I ever did: shed tears for those monsters. I would bet my life on it that they didn't care if I was dead or alive.

I reached for the book Daddy left me because I was tired of allowing them to win.

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I swallowed when the bathtub was full of water. Daddy stood up and began to unbutton my top. He threw it in the corner before he slowly peeled the bottoms down. I almost touched his hair as he did the same with my knickers.

“Get in the tub. The water should be perfect,” he said as he stood up and took my hand.

I held his hand while I stepped into the bubbly water. The bubbles made me smile. He didn't skimp on the bubble bath.

“You did very well today,” he said as he began to rub the washcloth around my neck.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I thought of the bittersweet day.

He paused to pull his sleeve up before he began to wash my breasts, but he didn't use the washcloth. My eyes closed, and I lay back when I felt him spread my legs as he rubbed my pussy. It felt as if he was only washing me until he began to circle his fingers around my clit. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the desperate need for him to finger my pussy. His fingers left my pussy to trail along my ass, and his fingertips rubbed my asshole.

It was all too brief. He picked up the washcloth and began to scrub my skin. He lifted each arm to wash me before doing the same with my back and legs. After he washed and rinsed my hair, I waited for him to ask me again.

“Do you want Daddy to make you cum?” he asked softly.

I couldn't speak, so I shook my head. He controlled everything around me, and this was the only aspect I had control over. I looked at him nervously, but his face was relaxed, and he had a faint smile on his lips.

The rest of the night was similar to the previous one, with the exception of wearing clothes again. He dried me off and put me in pale green pyjamas before tucking me into bed. Some twisted part of me liked the collar because it meant he was keeping me.

“How long will I be living here, Daddy?” I asked as he sat on the bed beside me.

“That depends on you, but a Daddy looks after his little one, and I want to be your forever Daddy,” he said as he picked up a book.

That night, he read to me, and I reached out to hold his hand, but my mind was reeling from the implication of his words.

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The days soon turned into weeks, with good and bad days, but Daddy always had patience with me throughout our sessions as well as the aftermath. He took me to the park. At first, it felt like he was taking a dog out for a walk, but then he took me to the swing park, and I cried the entire way back home because it reminded me of how carefree I used to be as a child. When people began to stare at me, Daddy put his arm around me and tucked my face into his coat.

I didn't feel better until we reached home, and he put on my pyjamas and fluffy socks. He made me hot chocolate, which made me cry again, but he sat me on his lap while I finished it. He didn't say a word as he held me as we lay on my bed. When I woke up, he was gone, but my collar was around my neck.

He never once made me feel foolish for expressing my emotions, and I realised how much I’d held onto. The altercations I had over the years were pent-up anger explosions because I couldn't regulate the conflict within myself.

I only had a vague recollection of my father, and Violet wasn't forthcoming about why they had broken up. Daddy made me feel whole again. My DIY job just wasn't enough anymore.

I wanted Daddy to make me cum tonight.

Chapter 10

Nathan

It had been four weeks and six days. Daisy’s intense therapy was ahead of schedule. The first five weeks weren't a complete waste since I saw her as I began to uncover her past and conclude my treatment plan for her. When she woke up from her nap, she touched the collar around her neck, but I saw no distaste on her face. Only relief. She was perfectly primed to be my submissive because she felt safer wearing her collar.

Daisy’s dissociation from others was linked to the complex post-traumatic stress disorder. She had difficulty in forming a healthy relationship with anyone. She disliked most people and kept herself hidden away in her dingy council flat. The likelihood of her future would have been drugs and alcohol or an abusive relationship.

There was no alcohol, and her weight was much better. Her hair was thicker and glossier than before. The dark circles from under her eyes were almost gone, and she craved more during bath time. She couldn't hide the lust in her eyes or how slippery her pussy was when I touched her.

It wouldn't be long before I made her mine. I knew she would masturbate once I left her room, but she would soon learn to abide by my rules. Thomas Abbott would be the last thing on her mind when I was inside of her. She was worth the wait.

Daisy Knight’s brain and body were all mine. The gift that would keep on giving.

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