Dear Diary (Love, Daddy)

I exit the closet and give her a few minutes to think things over.

I hear her mumbling to herself as I wait outside the door, trying to control my amusement. I look at my watch, counting down another ten seconds, then return to the door, my arms crossed as I give her a stern glare.

“Why are you in the cage?” I ask, sucking in on my cheeks to keep from grinning.

“Because you are a big, gigantic poopy head?”

I swallow hard, trying to keep my composure.

“Calling me names is probably not in your best interest. Now answer the question. Why are you in the cage?”

“Ironically,” she starts, a hint of sass in her voice, “for making you repeat yourself.”

“I told you there would be rules. Punishments. You are mine now, if I want you in the cage, I’ll put you in the cage. To please me or to punish you or both. We clear?”

She squints and presses her lips together before answering. “Yes, Daddy. We are clear.”

“Good girl.”

I work the lock, open the door and help her stand before walking us back into the bedroom and through another unlocked door. One side of the massive second walk-in closet is lined with my suits on mechanical rods, panel-controlled drawers and shoe racks. And the other side, I’ve organized for her.

I ogle her ass when she stops, her eyes on the hanging clothes. There’s dresses from sweet to sultry. Jeans, skirts, sweaters and even a couple pair of overalls take up a few of the shelves and hanging rods. Along another wall are racks of shoes from Converse Chucks to Mary Jane’s to stilettos.

“I guessed at your sizes for now. It’s not as much as I’d like to have had for you today, but it was as much as the stores could deliver in the last few hours.”

“What is all this?”

“This is yours.”

“Mine?” Her eyes are wide as saucers.

“Yes. And space for you to have more. Through the bedroom, is a big master bath. I have everything you should need. Shampoo, conditioners, all sorts of soaps, toothbrush, toothpaste, even pads.”

The memory of what I did to her pad in her desk drawer makes me realize how crazy she makes me. “I did all that shopping myself.” Her pouty lips part and I pop my finger between them, pulling it out and sucking it clean. “I missed your mouth.”

“Why don’t you kiss me then? You’re walking me around naked…”

“Naked and wet.” I unbutton my shirt and spread it apart. She reaches for me with a gasp but I step back, motioning toward a special outfit hanging on an otherwise empty bar with a mirror behind.

“Put that on.”

I settle onto the tufted leather wingback chair in the center of the closet and regard my naked princess with awe.

Her hands are shaking as she fidgets with the soft white nightgown.

Her cheeks roar aflame as she turns toward me. “You got all of this for me? Today?”

“I can make many things happen, baby. As I will for you and us from now on. Now, be a good girl, put on your nighty for me.”

My eyes trail down her body, appreciating every lush curve. The fantasy I’ve played over and over in my mind for so many years is standing right in front of me as Chasity takes the sweet cotton nightgown from the hanger and lets it fall over her head.

“Turn around.”

She does and I growl out loud. The length is perfect. It hits her just under her ripe ass cheeks and is just see-through enough to show me her stunning form with the light from behind.

She’s sin personified. My private Lolita.

I can’t take my eyes off her, I never want her out of my sight.

“Bend over,” I order, and she obeys without hesitation. “Grab your ankles.”

Her immediate compliance only makes me fall deeper in love with her.

Love.

I am fucking in love with her. It’s impossible and illogical and I don’t give a fuck.

“Good girl,” I breathe out as she swings her hair from her face as it hangs between her knees, shaking her ass at me with a feline grin. “You’re like a cat in heat. Showing me your pussy to take.”

She only tilts her head to the side, her hips swaying, torturing me. “Why don’t you fuck me and I’ll show you how in heat I am?”

I smile. “You know, I always felt that once you set your mind on something, you’d make sure you get it.”

Her eyes are glazed. “And right now, I want that cock you’re keeping from me.”

I grin. Even after I left her apartment in a fit of paranoia, I still knew. Deep down, I knew she was the one.

After I sent her back to work today, I made some changes, most of which won’t play out fully until tomorrow. She’s getting a big fucking promotion for one. No more interning for her, she’s the one behind a few of the best campaigns in her group since she arrived. She’s got a new office, although if I had my way, she’d be on the upper floors with me, but for now I want her to receive the just rewards she deserves.