by Wyatt, Dani
“My secret.”
I watch her eyes widen, looking to me then back to the open secret walk-in closet.
“Wow number four.” Her gaze drifts around the items inside. “No one knows?”
I shake my head. “I don’t believe so. There are lots of people in the world that would like to see me fall. This could certainly give them an opportunity to exploit what should be something perfect and special and make it depraved.”
“It’s not depraved.” She steps forward as I turn to watch.
Inside the small room, in the center, is something I am sure will break her or secure her even deeper into my heart. Along the walls are shelves with things I’ve collected over the years as well as things I’d hoped would find a home in and on my precious girl if she ever materialized. Many of the things purchased in the last few hours while she worked and I made arrangements for our home.
“Is that a gold cage?” She lets out a soft giggle as she turns to give me an incredulous look.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” I reply, because it’s clear that it is a cage. “That one, I’ve had for a while. It’s a golden girl cage.”
“A Golden Girl cage? Really? I didn’t think that was your thing. Older women? Much older? And four at a time?”
I let out a hearty chuckle and realize I’ve smiled and laughed more with her in the short time we’ve been together than I have in ten years. “Let me rephrase. It’s a golden cage for a special girl.”
“With white fuzzy pillows inside? Just like my bean bag chair.”
“Just another sign, baby. I’ve been waiting for you.”
She gives me a smile then proceeds to the wall, looking at the variety of items placed along the glass shelves.
A hand-made leather pink collar and leash, with matching wrist and ankle cuffs.
Several paddles in hand-carved wood, hand-stitched leather and even one made from sterling silver. A secret product Tiffany doesn’t advertise.
There are blindfolds, coiled ropes, along with perfectly-folded lingerie from silky sweet to harsh leather. She stops in front of a spreader bar made from stainless steel with the words good touch bad touch engraved on the center of the pole. A shining steel butt plug with a long, faux-feline tail attached.
Finally, at the end of the shelf, she reaches up and picks up a book. One of several in a stack. And when she looks at the cover her eyes go wide.
How to be Daddy’s best little fucktoy. An instruction manual for my perfect pet.
She sets that one down and picks up the next.
Things you will do for me. If you are reading this, you are the one.
And the next, part of a different stack, handwritten, each in its own black leather-bound notebook.
Shhhh, Daddy’s going to make you a big girl tonight.
Don’t tell, it’s our secret.
As she opens the last one, my stomach knots. I watch her eyes scan the handwriting. She turns the page, holding the book in one hand, and with the index finger of her other she touches the black ink as though she’s absorbing it. There are twenty, maybe thirty of my stories there, some run toward the sweet end of my predilections, some to the darker, more depraved.
I hold my breath. I know what’s on those pages. I believe she will understand, but in my heart, a twinge of doubt hangs over the moment.
She raises her hand from the page, her fingers moving to her lips as she reads. After an impossibly long few minutes, she closes the journal and puts it back in its place on the shelf, licking her lips, then finally turns to look at me.
Her eyes lift to mine, her face glowing.
“I know you want this. You’ll be my most cherished treasure. For as long as I live, and for as long as you live.” I step back and lift my arms open wide. “It’s all yours now, baby girl. They’ve never touched or been seen by any other woman and they never will. No one but you gets to see this part of my life.”
She turns to face me, and her thighs squeeze together.
“You’re wet. Aren’t you?”
She blushes a deeper shade of perfect pink and my cock is relentlessly pounding out her name in Morse code behind my zipper.
I see the sheen of her arousal wet her inner thighs and my mouth waters, remembering the way she felt on my tongue.
“Is there something you’d like to say?”
“Yes. Is it time?” Her twinkling, lust-filled eyes flick to where my cock is clearly showing his own need under my trousers.
I smile at her eagerness. “I wish it was. But, no, not yet.”
Her chin lifts, and a flash of annoyance and deprivation flashes on her face. She's got a temper.
“Then I’d like to get dressed,” she snaps, the tone in her voice not one I will tolerate.
“No.” The one word falls between us in the silence, and her eyes widen. Her cheeks flame and I realize it’s not funny anymore. That turns her on too.
My refusal.
“I’m in charge of when you wear panties, when you get to wear clothes, when you get to taste my cock, and when you get to feel it inside you. Among a multitude of other things that we will go over as time goes on. I’m a man who likes to be in charge, baby. A man that will give you rules, dole out praise and punishment. This is no game or joke for me. It’s who I am, and who you will be with me.”
She moans as I take her wrist, opening the door on the cage.
“Get in.”
“What? Why?”
“If I have to repeat myself again, you will earn another punishment. Get. In.”
Watching her lower herself and twist and turn to sit inside the golden bars gives me more pleasure than is probably legal.
She crosses her arms, pulling her legs underneath her on the soft pillows as I close the door and snap the combination lock shut.
“Be good.” I turn and leave her there, stifling the low chuckle that catches in my throat.
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.
The next thing I did was have her fake friend, Sasha, fired, after Chastity and I left today. I haven’t told her yet. I will, but I know she will feel guilty or some shit and I’m not having that. Not today. The fact that I’ve claimed her as mine has nothing to do with the promotion. But I'm afraid Chastity will have a hard time believing that.
My teeth clench as she leans closer, and I stand, taking my place behind her, her tits hanging as I squeeze her ass from behind. She moans and tries to push back into my palm.
“Stand up, babygirl. Slowly, you might be dizzy after hanging your head down.” I help her ease up, her eyes unfocused for a moment. “You okay?”
She nods as I lead her out of the closet, through the bedroom and into the living room, and make her sit atop the large blue ottoman that’s against the glass wall of the penthouse.
“Spread your legs. I like you to be like this when we’re alone. Always ready for Daddy.” I step an inch away and inhale deeply, the sweetest scent of her arousal tickling my nostrils.
She shudders as I run the backs of my fingers through her drenched folds. “Please,” she whimpers, and I know what she wants but I like her needy.
Besides, I’ve got the best Thai food in Manhattan on its way, because my baby needs to eat and I’m going to be the one to feed her.
Right on time, the doorbell rings and the curse splitting the silence of my apartment is hers. She’s groaning in frustration, stomping her little feet on the wood floor as I smile to myself and move toward the door, leaving her wallowing in her tantrum.
I’m enjoying her painful anticipation.
But the need is making me burn, and my cock is about to revolt.
Chapter 15
Jackson
I pull out the containers of takeout I’ve ordered and lay them out on the kitchen counter.
“Bring that sweet, wet pussy here and sit.” I nod to the leather stool at the kitchen island and watch her as she takes little steps forward, then hops up into the seat as I sit down next to her.
“I’m starving. It smells so good.” She’s gone from toddler tantrum to ravenous teenager in a matter of seconds.
“You should only eat things that are amazing. Not just good. You will never again settle for okay, or good. Your life with me will be filled with incredible, wonderful things.”
I hold a bite of braised eel to her lips and she pinches them tight with a juvenile shake of her head, screwing up her face.
“Open,” I order, and she shakes her head again.
“I don’t like it,” she grits out between her pinched lips.
“You haven’t even tried it. You will try one bite. If you don’t like it, of course, you don’t have to eat any more. But, I assure you, its taste is far better than its appearance. Be a good girl and open, try one bite for Daddy.”
She closes her eyes, sitting on her hands and opens, looking like I’m about to put a dead rat inside her mouth.
“Now, chew.” I slip the chopsticks from her lips and watch the drama queen twist up her face, then two seconds later, her eyes pop open.
Then they open wider, chewing with vigor now.
“Oh my God.” She covers her lips with her fingers. “It’s so amazing!”
“You will learn to trust me, baby.”
“More.” She points to her now wide-open mouth.
I tip my head to the side with an admonishing look. “More, what?”
“More, please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I set the chopsticks on top of the white container and turn my stool toward her. “Sit on my lap.”
She hops up and wiggles her perfect self onto my thighs as my cock thickens behind her soft ass, but I’m in heaven. I’ve never fed someone before and it’s fulfilling me like a need that’s languished too long.
We spend the next half hour sampling all the flavors of the food. Chastity makes it a point to suck the ends of the chopsticks slower and slower with each bite.
I place a few noodles with peanut ginger sauce into her mouth when I hear a loud muffled screech from down the hall.
“What was that?” Chastity’s eyes are wild as her head turns toward the sound.
“He must have smelled the food.”
“He? Who’s he?”
Before I can answer, another loud squawk, then a few odd-sounding words.
“Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.” The sound is muffled from behind the closed door but clear enough to make out.
“What is that?” Another screech and I can see in her eyes she’s figured it out. “You have a bird?” She hops off my lap. “I wanna see!”
“Of course. But, be warned, Prince Albert isn’t always that well behaved.”
As if on cue, another curse word comes from down the hall. “Fuck face. Asshole. Hello. Hello.”
“Prince Albert? Isn’t that a…piercing?” She looks at my crotch.
“Yes. It is. My maid named him. She likes to bust my chops. But, I just call him Albert because he’s no prince.”
She does this little clap jump dance. “Please, I want to see him!”
I revel in her exuber
ance. She grabs my hand, tugging me in the direction of the squawking. I watch my seductive girl’s ass under the sheer fabric as we walk, her tiny bare feet so fucking cute, and I know I won’t last much longer not getting inside her.
My deliberate plan to make her wait is hurting me more than her, but I’ll never tell her that.
“What other secrets do you have?”
I smile, falling for her harder with every second that passes. I'm drowning in my depraved lust, sure, but there’s also a deep, emotional longing to experience all of life with her. Good and bad.
I want to know what it would be like to raise a family with her, to travel with her. To wake up next to her and take care of her when she is unwell. I want to live my entire life with her quickly, and still cherish every second and live within it for eternity.
I stop her at a door on the left, swing it open and do the introductions.
“This is Albert. He’s one of my few friends.”
Her eyes light up. “Tell me more.”
“I have a housekeeper, Alice, who storms in here every morning and scolds me about something I’ve done.”
I think back to how I’d suspected Alice of betraying me the night I found Chastity. I stormed back here, ready to fire her on the spot, but luckily she was already gone. By the time I next saw her, George had already recommended caution until we knew more and I’m glad he did.
Even so, I’ll pay for it the rest of my life. I treated her shitty that night and she’s not one to let me get away with anything.
Chastity chokes on a laugh. “Scolds you?”
“Yes. She’s the one who brought Albert to me on my thirtieth birthday. I’ve never introduced him to anyone else. It’s just me, Alice and her grandchildren when she brings them for a visit.”
Her giggle makes my cock jerk.
“Hello, Prince Albert.” She walks over to the enormous aviary that takes up half the room.
“Hello, asshole,” he replies, which makes her burst into laughter as I roll my eyes.
“Albert,” I scold, knowing it won’t make any difference. “Sorry, baby. He’s a grouch.”