“Levi,” I whispered. “Please, don’t do this… Mandy’s right in the next room.”
“Do I look like a give a shit?” he asked me roughly. “You told her everything there was to hide anyway, you stupid little girl.”
He lunged at me and I slipped just out of his reach, moving away and making him laugh out loud.
“Think you can get away?” he asked me. “Think you can escape me again, Kendall? You’re not going to get away from me now, and you’re not going to be seeing your little boyfriend anytime soon either, you little whore.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I cried out. “Nothing ever happened between us!”
“So you didn’t let him,” he said, and I could sense a tone of pride in his voice. “What a good little girl you are for Daddy. You didn’t let him touch what’s mine, did you, slut?”
“No,” I said. “I didn’t, I swear.”
I couldn’t even fight it. Couldn’t deny this insane attraction between the two of us, the need to be touched by him, to have him use me like he had that night when he snuck into my room. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to fuck me.
And Levi fucking knew it.
“Come closer, little girl,” he taunted.
He stopped coming after me then, instead choosing to sit down on my pink bed. I thought he looked ridiculous in my pink room, the bed adorned with stuffed animals and a white silk canopy above the bed. It seemed easier to ignore it the last time, because it was the middle of the night and the room was dimly lit… But now, in the cold light of day, I was terrified.
“Come to Daddy,” he called me again, sitting on the bed with his legs wide open and patting his knee. “Come here, baby girl. Let Daddy take you over his knee and show you what bad girls get when they don’t follow rules.”
“R-Rules?” I stuttered. “We don’t have any rules… I thought we were old enough.”
“That’s about to change,” he told me sweetly. “At least for you, Kendall. You’re going to follow my rules from now on.”
“What rules?” I asked him, tentatively taking a step towards him.
He smiled at me and his body relaxed even more while my own remained tense. He patted his knee again and I took another tentative step forward. This weird game of cat and mouse was scaring me, but at the same time, it sent fire through me with a deadly heat. I wanted him. I wanted this.
“Rule number one,” he said sweetly. “We’re going to get you a pretty little collar that you can wear at all times, so people know you belong to somebody.”
My pussy tingled at the mere thought.
“But… Won’t people know?” I asked him worriedly. “Won’t they think it’s weird?”
“No,” he told me easily. “Only the right people will know. The rest will just think it’s a choker.”
“What a-are the other rules?” I asked, and he gave me another one of those easy smiles that caught me completely off guard.
“You will always address me as you should,” he told me, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Sir?” I asked, my voice shaky and unsure.
He shook his head, giving me an encouraging smile.
“You know what I want you to call me, don’t you, baby girl?” he asked me, and I nodded as if in a trance. “We both want that. Now say it. Let me hear it from your pretty little mouth, Kendall.”
“Daddy.”
It came out so naturally, so perfectly. He grinned at me when I said it. Sitting there on my bed in his dark suit and gray hair, he looked like a predator. A handsome, impossible to resist monster I wanted so desperately my knees shook with need.
“Good girl,” he cooed, motioning for me to come closer again. “Come on, baby girl, what are you waiting for? You want this as badly as I do.”
I thought of Amanda next door.
I thought of my mother who could walk in any second now.
And I walked over to him, sitting on his lap and crossing my legs shyly.
He put his hand on my knee and gently pried my legs open.
“That’s good, baby girl,” he said sweetly. “Now show me that pretty little cunt. Show me what you wouldn’t show him.”
I parted my legs on his command and he pulled my dress up, revealing my lilac panties and the wet spot on the front of them. It made him chuckle, and he smoothed his thumb over the wetness, making me blush furiously.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Are there any more rules?”
“Yes, baby girl,” he said roughly. “Always, and I mean always, do as Daddy says. Remember I’m only doing whatever I’m doing for your own good. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my pussy leaking all over his fingers as he stroked the fabric of my lacy panties. “Yes, Daddy. I understand.”