Page 20 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Daddy has thought of everything for me to feel comfortable here, and when tears spring to my eyes, I don’t try to hide them or brush them away. He’s taking care of me in a way no one in my life ever has.
Spotting myself in the mirror, a giddy smile spreads across my face when I notice the embroidered name on the top left side.
Daddy’s Good Girl.
My heart bursts with feelings of love and gratitude. Lifting his robe, I see the nameDaddyin the same place and can’t help but chuckle.
“The shower, Hael.” He growls a little rougher this time; I’m trying his patience.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl now.”
He curses quietly, and I realize he’s still on the phone.
Hanging up the robe, I start the shower and swipe the brush quickly through my hair before brushing my teeth and hopping under the warm spray of water. Typically, I linger in the shower, enjoying the heat, but for the first time in my life, I have something…someone else to keep me warmer, and I’m excited to get back to him.
Turning off the water, I grab a towel and dry my body before tackling my hair. With the fluffy white cotton wrapped around my body, I get the blow dryer stored under the sink and begin drying my hair before brushing it out and using the new bottle of styling serum I found during my hunt earlier.
Discarding the towels into the hamper, I grab the robe and wrap it around me, enjoying the softness and warmth before exiting the bathroom.
Sitting across the room, Daddy is dressed in a perfectly pressed suit, the damn mask in place, and phone to his ear. His eyes are the only thing I see clearly through the skull mask as he points to a dress lying across the bed, waiting for me.
“No panties?” I ask with a teasing lilt to my voice.
He leans forward and shakes his head slightly as his grip on the phone tightens, white knuckling it, when I untie my robe. The material drops to the floor, revealing my nude form, and his groan travels across the room, causing my pussy to throb with need for him.
Picking up the dress, I slide my legs in one at a time, making sure to hide any glimpses of skin that he’s trying to sneak. The plug in my ass manages to make things far more erotic for me because, despite myreservations earlier, I like it and can’t wait for it to be Daddy filling me up.
“I’ll be there in an hour,” he finally snaps and ends his call. “You’re teasing me, sweet pea.” I shrug, biting my lip as I slip the simple sundress up my body and tug the side zipper into place. “I like it.” His praise makes me glow.
“You have to leave?” The pout in my voice is evident as he gets to his feet and saunters over to me. Resting my hands on his chest once he’s within reach, his go straight to my hips and squeeze, pulling me closer.
“I do. A meeting that unfortunately can’t be missed.” My bottom lip pops out without permission. “You keep pouting, and I’ll be feeding you my dick again.”
Swallowing down my nerves, I try to be coy and sexy, staring up at him through my lashes. “Maybe I’d like that.”
A feral growl vibrates his body, and I try to suppress a pleased sigh and fail. “Tonight, you’re all mine. This ass”—he squeezes it—“this tempting cunt”—he lifts the hem of my dress and shoves three digits through my slick folds, making me cry out—“and this slutty little throat.” His other hand circles my neck,squeezing and tilting my head back to display his power. “Tell me yes like the dirty whore you are.”
My breath catches. The insults should sting, but god, they make me absolutely wild for him. “Yes, Daddy, I’ll be a good little whore for you.” I can only imagine his smirk behind the mask as he expels a satisfied grunt before slowly releasing me. “What will I do while you’re gone?” I hate being bored.
“You’re coming with me,” he says matter-of-factly, and my heart pounds. Will I finally get to see his face? Learn his name? I sure hope so.
“What are we doing exactly?” I follow along as he leads me to a closet I have yet to see inside.
One area is filled with suits, jeans, and shirts; all things for him. The other grabs me by the throat and doesn’t let go as I see at least a year’s worth of clothing and shoes. “All yours,” he whispers in my ear, gently pushing me towards the shoe rack filled with all kinds of shoes. Runners, heels, sandals, slippers. Anything I could have dreamed of is here.
“Mine?” I murmur, glancing back at Daddy to find him nodding. The man is obviously pleased with himself. “How did you know?” I ask, picking up a pair of killer stilettos with the signature red sole of Louboutin, and my mouth waters. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine having something likethis for myself. Each item boasts an expensive designer label, some of which are not even on the market yet.
“I’ve been planning this for months, sweet pea. From the minute I first spotted you, I knew I had to own you. Spoiling you is just fun for me. A new hobby.”
Own.The term is insulting, as though I’m a piece of property, and given the financial investment he’s made in this closet, I suppose it could be true. “Own me,” I repeat out loud.
“Make no mistake, Hael, you own me every bit as much.”
I feel the need to smart off at his savage declarations, simply because I like his reaction. “How can I own something I wouldn’t recognize in an empty room, let alone a crowded one?”
He crooks a finger at me, and I shake my head, refusing to budge.
“You want to play that way, little girl?” Crossing my arms, my chin lifts in challenge, and I dig my fingers into my ribs so I don’t waver. He slowly walks towards me, the swagger in his hips reminding me of the way he fucked me into submission last night, and I nearly back down. “Punishments can be pleasurable or excruciating, Hael. It’s your choice on how yours will be.”
