Dear Diary (Love, Daddy 7)

“Again, I was wrong but let me try to make it right. I want us to be right. My name is Jackson Carter. I’m the majority, if silent, owner of Westwood Inc. It’s one of many other companies in my portfolio.”

“That doesn’t tell me much.” It’s true but does explain why he has an office in this building. I drop my arms, biting into my bottom lip. He looks distressed.

Good.

“I’ll tell you anything. What do you want to know right now…?”

“I want to know why you left me like you did. It was humiliating.”

“Like I said, I had a moment of insanity. Things happening, things that have happened…I don’t trust people, Chastity. And I fucked up bad. I thought for a moment you were someone else. That you had a hidden agenda. But, I got my head out of my ass and I’ll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me. Give me another chance.”

I swallow, searching his face. Confidence bursts inside of me from the desire and truth I see, so I press on. “You look angry.” I lift my index finger and point to his eyes. “I can see it.”

“Right now, I’m making me angry. I’m angry because I hurt you. The only thing I want to do is make it right.”

“How are you going to do that? You like to make all the decisions. Like you did that night. So, you tell me, how are you going to make this right?”

“I’m going to show you that you can trust me, but I know it will take time. And yes, I decide, baby girl. I like to be in control. I decide what’s good for you, good for us and you’ll do as you are told, do you understand?”

A shiver traverses my spine. I feel lightheaded surprising myself when I nod.

“That’s a good girl. What are you thinking right now?”

“I want you. I was mad, hurt, but for some reason, I still want you. It’s probably stupid, but I want us. I want my…” I hesitate, the shame kicking in again, the doubt.

“It’s all right,” he says. “You can say it, baby girl. I want to hear it.”

With a deep breath, I nod and continue. “I want my Daddy…” I take the dare, leap headlong into the abyss, and wait.

His blue eyes darken, a low rumble coming from what sounds like everywhere.

“I don’t know if you understand yet what it will mean for you to be my little girl. The things I will need from you. Take from you. In every way, you will belong to me. I have the first and last say over what happens here and in your life. I will earn that position every day, but it starts now.”

“Yes.” My head feels like it’s filled with helium. I'm high with the drug that seeps into me with his every word.

“Do you feel me already becoming part of you?”

“Yes….”

His fingers slide over my lips.

“I will take all of you sweet girl. Things you didn’t even know you had, you will give me without question. When I say down, you will understand where you belong, at my feet. When I tap my knee, you will assume the position over it, ass up, awaiting whatever I choose to give you. When I do this…” He places his open hand over his heart and pats twice. “It means come to me, sit in my lap, let me comfort you while you comfort me. There will be so much more, Chastity. As well, you will no longer be just Chastity to me, you will be my little girl, my angel, baby, princess, mine to cherish, use and enjoy. Are you ready for all of this?”

I peer up at him, unable to answer, frozen in time. He takes me by the hair, leaving a dull, sweet ache coursing through my scalp and neck. Pulling me to the desk, he lifts me onto it and yanks my knees apart.

His hand shoves between my legs so forcefully I fall back onto the flat surface. Paperweights, pens, and folders topple over and onto the floor, my arms flailing outward. My body is a wound spring, ready to erupt, feeling how he handles me like a possession. Rough and sure, as though he already understands what my body can take, what I need.

“This is mine.”

I flinch as his hand rubs up and down the fabric of my panties.

“Yes,” I gasp.

His other hand slips over my mouth again and his thumb pushes through my lips. I whine and suck then he pulls it away, tracing it over my lips.

“And this…” He yanks the fabric of my panties aside and pushes the pad of his finger against the hot, needy flesh.

I lift my hips upward. “Jack, please…” I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

“That’s not my name anymore. What is my name?” He glares at me on a hard sniff while the pad of his thumb continues back and forth on my bottom lip. “Say it.”