Becoming His Collection

by Haley Monroe

  Jacob keeps one hand on my hip but his other lifts to grab my throat. The hold scares me at first and panic floods my veins. My wide, terrified eyes find his and I know in that moment that it’ll be okay. He seems to feel my relaxation because the web of his hand digs against my windpipe and his thumb presses hard under my jaw. “That’s it.” He nods his approval and slams into me again. “My pretty princess likes it like this, doesn’t she?” He asks, but I can’t answer. My mouth hangs open and broken moans ease out.

  The pressure and lack of oxygen makes my head feel fuzzy. Waves of strange tingles shiver through my system and the harder his hand presses against my throat, the stronger the tingles get. My eyes start to roll back and my head tries to drop back against the wall, but my neck is too tense.

  His cock is plowing in and out of me. So deep, so hard and the tingles, God the tingles feel indescribable. A pleasure I’ve never known builds and I don’t want to stop but I can’t breathe. I choke a little and his hand eases. “Mmm, I wish you could feel how much your pussy just gushed all over my fucking cock, Hannah. My little girl likes it hard.” He shoves his cock as far as it’ll go inside of me and reapplies the pressure to my throat. “Your pussy tells me all I need to know.”

  Instantly, I feel the fuzzy bliss I was surrounded in a moment ago return. My limbs grow tense and my pussy grips his cock in a vice like hold as I come all over his long cock. My eyes close with the strength of the orgasm and I don’t even try to breathe. I don’t want to. Not if it means an end to this feeling. I’m floating out of my body and into a place where everything feels divine.

  I open my eyes at the sound of Jacob’s stuttered grunts and moans. I watch his handsome face crumple as he fills me with his seed. His hips mash into mine and he stills. His forehead drops to mine and slowly his features relax. His hand stays on my throat but it’s so light now that the pleasing fuzziness is gone. His breath washes over my face and mixes with mine. “What am I going to do with you?” He pants.

  “It seems like you know just what to do with me.” I smile and lift my hands to cup his jaw. His eyes open and I press my lips to his. His lips vibrate mine when he pushes us off the wall and groans from the effort. His strong arms move to support my ass and he carries me through his bedroom and into his shower with his cock still secured tightly inside of me.

  He sits on the bench with the steam flowing around us but has left the shower heads off for now. It’s like we are in a private sauna. The wet heat seeps into my skin as I settle back on Jacob’s knees. His cock falling from my pussy to lay heavily on his thigh. He holds the sides of my face between his hands and looks over me. “Did I hurt you?”

  “Yes.” I smile at him and the left side of his mouth kicks up in a matching smile. “But I liked it.” This time, it’s Jacob who is exhausted. His hands drop from my cheeks to hold my hips, but his arms hang by our sides and his head falls back to rest against the cool tile of the shower. I can’t help myself, I lean in and kiss over his sexy Adam’s apple and along his throat. He moans as I explore his neck with my lips, my hands rubbing over his strong shoulders. “Can I tell you a secret?” I ask gently. “Something I’m scared to admit?”

  His fingers flex lightly over my skin and I watch his eyebrows draw together as I lean back from his body but his eyes stay closed. “You know you can tell me anything and everything, princess. Daddy doesn’t judge you, only cares for you.”

  “But, I feel like this is something I shouldn’t say.” I reach for the bottle of body wash I used this morning and squirt a hearty amount in my palm.

  “I’m very curious.” His brow is still wrinkled in confusion when I rub my hands together and lather the soap between them. I then use my hands to wash Jacob’s upper body. My fingers slide over every muscle and indent in his skin. I feel the bones in his shoulders and the firmness that is the bulk of his arms. I even let my fingers tease circles around his nipples in the sudsy bubbles when I wash my hands over his pectorals. He’s quiet and patient as I contemplate saying the words out loud.

  “It’s so soon.” I shake my head and watch my hands wash up and down his abs. I play with the short trail of hair that leads down to his limp cock that even flaccid, looks intimidating. “It all feels too good to be true.”

  “I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me, kitten.” His eyes still remain closed and I’m kind of thankful that he isn’t looking into my soul as I try to speak what’s on my mind.

  “I’m afraid,” I start and then press my lips together. My head shakes, it’s stupid of me to say the words aloud but they are bursting at the seams. “I’m afraid that I might be falling in love with you.” My hands are over his heart as I speak the silly fear and I can feel how fast his heart is pounding. His eyes open slowly and his right hand moves up to hold my chin.

  “Hannah.” His gaze moves over my face and I can’t take the feelings those eyes stir up in me. I lower my gaze to my hands and watch my fingers trace patterns in the soap on his skin. “Which parts are you afraid of?”

  “I’m scared that it’s too soon, that I’m giving you too much. I’m afraid that you’ll see the real me and think I’m fat and stupid and that you’ll run for the hills.” I blurt. Once I start I can’t stop. I feel the sting of tears threatening to pool in my eyes and just like the words falling off my tongue, I can’t stop them. “I’m terrified that I’ll love you and you’ll leave me. I don’t want to know this… feeling and have it ripped away from me like every other good thing in my life. You’re so smart and wealthy. What if I’m just a piece of ass for you and once you grow tired of fucking me, you dump me right back where you found me?” I’m sobbing now. Choking on my unshed tears as I spew the fear inside of my heart. “Your whole life is together and mine is a mess. I work a crap job with crap people and live in a crappy house in the crappiest part of town. How can someone so together, want to be with someone who’s just a mess like me?”

  “Oh, my sweet girl.” His tone is gentle and I find the strength to meet his gaze. “Things are not always as they seem. Yes, I live in this house and am a slave to a job I enjoy but I’m alone. So alone in this life. I didn’t build this, bust my ass for this,” His hand waves out to indicate the house. “With the intent to have no one to share it with. Do you remember the first few weeks that we started speaking and I asked you so many questions about yourself?”

  I nod and rub my hand over my nose in case it started running. Stupid steam and tears. “I’m very picky about who I play with because of how much a person has to be emotionally invested when we play like this. Not just for the sub but for me, as well. I asked you all of those things to find out if we would fit together, if you were worth pursuing and you were. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to build something with you, if I didn’t want to bring you into this life and share it with you. I’d never met a woman as unique as you or one who gives as honestly as you do.” His hand strokes my hair and a smile forms over his mouth. “It’s natural to be afraid, but we are in this together, this isn’t a game to me.”

  “Jesus, it’s been a hell of a weekend.” I try to joke to lighten the tension I feel in my stomach.

  “I’d say it will get easier, but I’m not sure it will. The strain might become less because you’ll have less doubt in my intentions but I enjoy pushing your limits and exploring new things with you. I plan to break whatever it is inside of you that thinks you have a weight problem and find ways to increase your self-worth because you deserve to live a life full of self-love and confidence.”

  I sigh heavily at his words. Those things seem impossible to achieve but I believe him when he says he’ll push me and help me find ways to be happy with myself. It may take a while but it sounds like he’s willing to put in the time and the hard work.

  “You don’t have to say anything else, kitten. Just know that if love is what you feel in your heart, I’m honored to have earned it and if that feeling isn’t love but gratitude and acceptance than I’m happy with that too. We have fo
rever to figure this out. No one says we have to rush in or hurry up and fall in love. We have our whole lives to love each other, but I desperately want you to love yourself, and for that I know I must be patient.” His fingers sweep over my lips and then he brushes the stray tears from my cheeks. “Sound okay to you?” I nod and hiccup a smile.

  “You’re a really good Daddy.”

  “And you’re a very good kitten.”

  4

  I’d soaped Jacob up really well except for one special place. He wouldn’t let me wash his cock with my hands but instead lifted me off his knees and turned on the spray of the shower. Under the water, he washed all of me and the rest of him then we spun around in silly circles together until not a trace of soap was left. He sat back on the bench and had me kneel before him, facing away from him so he could shampoo my hair. He washed me like they do in a fancy salon. He massaged my scalp and tugged at my strands. He scrubbed until the shampoo was gone and then conditioned my locks with the same treatment. By the time he was finished, we were just as wrinkly as when we climbed out of the tub last night.

  After drying us both with warm towels, Jacob stood me in front of the vanity and brushed the tangles from my hair. I watched his reflection in the mirror as he worked, so careful not to pull my hair any more than necessary. The care in his fingers was incredible and in this moment I felt cherished. His earlier words told me of his intentions, but his actions here were proving them to be true.

  This man really cares about and for me. And it’s okay that I’m falling for him. Who wouldn’t be wound around the finger of a man who treats you the way Jacob treats me? You’d be insane to turn this kind of thing down. “Alright.” He declares, parting my hair down the middle and looking scared as shit.

  “Alright what?” I giggle my question.

  “Here goes, I’ve never done pigtails before.” He clears his throat and pulls the right side of my hair together, just above my ear. He fights with the hair band for a bit but seems to be able to get it around the section of hair he’s holding. I burst into more giggles at the look on his face as he tries to figure out how to twist it around again.

  Here is this sexy as fucking hell man, standing behind me naked save for the fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, trying to put my hair into pigtail. Every time I lean forward from laughing, he loses a stand of hair or five and gets frustrated. He starts again and shushes me, but I can’t help myself.

  “Do you need help, Daddy?” I cover my mouth to help hold in my laughter as I watch.

  “I got it.” He says skeptically. He definitely does not have it.

  A few cuss words and a painful twist later, I have one very loose pigtail on the right side of my head. I try holding in my laughter as he moves to the other side and tries to make the pigtail match. When he’s done he announces it with a hardy “Ta da!” Honestly, my hair already looks like he’s grabbed me and used the pigtails like handles to face fuck the hell out of me. In short, they look like crap.

  “Hm.” I nod.

  “Yeah, good point.” He sighs. “I’m going to get dressed, can you fix these and then come to me. I’d like to dress you for tonight.”

  “Sure, Daddy.” I grin, quickly pulling the hair bands from either side of my head and picking up the hair brush to smooth out the strands. Jacob throws his towel into the hamper and leaves the bathroom. I love the sight of his firm ass walking away and even give him a little whistle.

  I fix my hair, giving myself high, even pig tails any mother would be proud of and skip off into the bedroom to find Jacob. He’s straightening his tie when I find him in the master closet. He’s wearing a black suit with a bubble gum pink tie and fuck if he doesn’t look amazing. I stop in my tracks with my mouth hanging open. “Dang.”

  “Kitten likes?” I love the way his eyebrow lifts up when he asks me questions.

  “Me-ow.” I sink to the carpeted floor and cat crawl to his feet. I rub my shoulder against his pant leg and purr. He chuckles and reaches down to stroke one of my perfect pigtails. My silky hair slips through his fingers and he points to a chair in the back of the closet. I look over and see the dry cleaning bag laid over the back.

  “Time to dress the kitty.” He follows me as I crawl over to the chair and sit on my knees before it. I lift my arms above my head, waiting for Jacob to slip the shirt over my head. He removes the plastic covering and slides the fabric down my arms until my head pops free. The shirt is much smaller than I thought and barely fits over my breasts. I tug at the hem but the underside of my boobs is completely uncovered.

  “Oh, no.” I whine. “It doesn’t fit.”

  “Nonsense.” Jacob beams. “It fits perfectly. Stand up please.” I do as he asks and he pulls a pair of white panties from a box on a shelf.

  “Ew, those are granny panties.” I protest.

  “No, they are practical panties for little girls who are going on a play date.” Jacob bends and I step into the plain briefs. They cover my whole ass and fit comfortable over my hips. They actually are super cute, not that I’ll ever tell him that, but I look in his full length mirror and love how I look.

  The panties give me full coverage but are somehow sexier than any thong or boy shorts I’ve ever worn. The way they fit on my hips makes my stomach look lean and toned not flabby or frumpy. The top is, well, it’s tiny to say the least. It still reminds me of Donald Duck’s sailor shirt but the way the undersides of my breasts peek out gives me the look of a pinup model. I turn sideways to admire myself and look over at Jacob. “I’m hot.”

  “Very.” He agrees and holds up the skirt. “Let’s finish the outfit, shall we?” I let him pull the skirt into place. The tulle is scratchy, but fluffs up the pretty pink skirt that has small white bows over my thighs. I turn again once Jacob takes a step back and look at my rear. The skirt is short enough that I can see just a bit of my panties. “Do you want to wear stockings?”

  “Do I have to?” I don’t want to add a thing. This outfit is cute and sexy and makes me super fuckable, just like I wanted.

  “Nope.” Jacob kisses my forehead before handing me a pair of snow white ballet flats. “It’s going to be very hard to keep my hands off of you tonight.”

  “I’m comfortable with playing in The Play House.” I tell him, honestly. I want to play. I want to show off what a good girl I can be for Daddy.

  “Well, if that changes at any time, all you need to do is say so or speak your safe word.”

  “Yes, Sir.” My fingers play with the tulle under my skirt.

  “Antsy?”

  “A bit.” My eyes wander over my body again. I’m not wearing a spot of makeup and yet I love how I look. It seems crazy to be looking in the mirror and not hating what I see. I’m not sucking in my stomach or trying to stay on my tiptoes to make my legs look thinner. Who is this girl?

  “Just one more thing.” He pulls the small white box from the thrift store out of his pocket and opens the lid. The locket is just as pretty as it was in the store and I fall in love with it all over again. He lifts it careful and walks behind me to place it around my throat. The silver is cold against my skin. “The story in this locket was meant for us, I want it to always remind you of ours.” My fingers touch the small book laying in the hollow of my throat as I listen to him speak. “Each day that passes adds a page to our story and my feelings for you only grow.”

  I press my lips together, I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to say anything to ruin this moment so instead I turn and kiss him. I push all of my feelings for him into this kiss. My fear, my happiness, everything I can muster. My tongue teases his and he lets me keep control of this kiss. When I pull back, he holds my jaw and his thumb brushes along my cheek. “We can go now, baby.”

  I slip my hand in his and bend, placing the flats on my feet. I kind of like that I’m not in heels, it keeps our height difference dramatic and I truly do feel like a little girl next to my big, strong Daddy Dom. In the kitchen, Jacob helps me into a jacket that covers my skanky ou
tfit. It fits me like it was made for me and knowing Jacob, it probably was.

  Instead of the SUV we took earlier, Jacob guides me to one of the small, black sports cars. I don’t know shit about cars so I can’t tell you what it is or how much it costs but I can tell you that it’s sexy as sin. When he revs the engine, my whole body vibrates from its power. We steer out of the garage and then race down the drive.

  I feel wild and free. Sexy and safe, the feeling knocks the wind right out of me and I squeal from the excitement of it all. When we hit the main roads, he doesn’t slow down, instead he speeds up and we break every traffic law Maine has in place on the way to The Play House.

  The Play House is a large, two story warehouse that has been transformed into a little haven for adults like Jacob and I. The building is square in shape and the center of the main floor opens all the way up to a skylight covered ceiling over a dance floor and bar. Surrounding the center on each floor is sections for everyone and every type of play.

  There is a Mommy/Daddy room for Doms and Mistresses who just need a break. I’ve never been in there for obvious reasons, but the talk around The Play House is that it’s mainly for decompression and to seek advice from other “parental figures”. On the opposite side of the “adult room” is a “little room” built for the same purpose. It’s full of brightly colored pillows, all stacked on the floor like a slumber party with pretty rope lights that string over the walls in crazy patterns. There’s a book shelf with romance novels and coloring books, even notebooks for jotting down all your feelings if you wish.

  There’s a diaper room in the far back corner of the main floor, I’ve also never been in there. No judgement, but it’s not my thing and an open play area fills up the rest of the back wall. It’s not like you’re thinking, or maybe it is, but when Miranda told me about the play area, I imagined whips and chains not McDonald’s play structure. It’s a very kinky, very grown up version of the play place McDonald’s offers but still a play place none the less. There are still slides and a ball pit and fun colors everywhere but there are also ties at every corner, just lying in wait for a Dom to tie a little up and use them for their pleasure.