Page 10 of Mind Games

“You would've been arrested eventually for your anger outbursts. You're an alcoholic. You cannot get your shit together and have refused the numerous occasions where people have tried to help you. That behaviour is no longer an option in my basement,” I said as I observed the expressions flitting across her face.

She clenched the covers between her hands but didn't deny anything I said.

“You would have met an early death. Now your life is in your Daddy’s hands,” I said softly, watching her fear take over. “Remember your rules, and you have nothing to worry about.”

It was clear to me she wanted to live and hadn't got to the utterly hopeless stage in her life. She had all the signs of death by addiction or suicide. Without a support system, it would only have been a matter of time.

Chapter 7

Daisy

He wasn't lying. My life meant nothing to him because he had already written me off. I was twenty-seven, and I’d achieved nothing in my life. I barely survived to make a living and drank to numb my pain. There was no social life, friends or family. There was nothing in my life that had any meaning or purpose.

“In return, Daddy is going to look after you,” he said with a smile.

What? Caged in his basement forever? If my mother hadn't looked after me, why would he?

My cheeks flushed as I thought of how he shaved me all over. I tried to push the thought out of my head. He fed me the last of the bread with the delicious soup. His eyes dropped to my breasts, which made me want to cover myself up. I felt indifferent when I saw myself naked. Most of the time, I tried not to look.

“Like a sugar Daddy?” I asked, confused by why he wanted me to call him Daddy.

“No, it is more of a dominant and submissive role. The psychology of it goes a little deeper than simply an age gap, wealth and sex. All you need to understand at this point is that I look after you, and you obey me,” he said as he opened the side table drawer.

He pulled a wooden hairbrush out.

“Turn around,” he said, and I turned away from him.

My eyes caught the Pooh bear, and I held onto the fluffy soft toy. It was childish but comforting. Yet having him made me feel a little safer, even if it made little sense. I used to beg and pray for someone to save me from Tom. The one time I hid, he made it into a game, but when he found me, he hurt me so badly that I never hid from him again.

By the time I snapped out of the memory, Dr Lewis braided my hair.

“How did you learn to braid…Daddy?”

“I've been preparing since the day you came into my office, so I've had some practice.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and the chill that accompanied it.

“Do you want Daddy to make you cum?” he asked as he traced a finger down my spine.

“No, thank you, Daddy,” I squeaked in a panic.

With a chuckle, he stood up and took the tray to leave the room. I couldn't help but watch him as he left. He was attractive. His dark hair was almost black, he was quite a bit taller than me, and those grey eyes had a tinge of black around them. His hair was always styled perfectly, and he was clean-shaven with a pearly white smile. His build was muscular, considering he sat for most of his job.

It was a shame he was a power-hungry control freak. No one would believe me if I managed to escape and told them what Dr Lewis did. He looked like a respectable doctor. No one ever believed me, or if they did, they ignored me.

But it didn't stop me from wondering how hard he could make me cum.

???

I dreaded today’s session because I knew he wouldn't stop this time. Today he would demand that I answer all of his questions.

He let me have a bubble bath last night but he washed every inch of me with his hands. It was embarrassing enough to know that he had shaved all my body hair off after I’d stupidly drank that hot chocolate. He asked me again while he dried my body with a towel.

“Do you want Daddy to make you cum?”

Again, I politely declined, but the words played on my mind for hours after he left. Eventually, I fell into a deep slumber, too exhausted to care that he could come back down. Only to wake up this morning and find myself unmolested. My deep, dark, and sick side to me was disappointed. My sane and sensible side was content.

God, I needed a fucking drink.

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