by Alta Hensley
“Fuck, yes.” He held on to her chin and continued to fuck her throat harder and harder. Being such a good girl, she braced herself with her hands on his thighs, but she didn’t try to pull away, taking all of his cock down her throat.
He glanced down at her. Tears streaked her cheeks, her lips stretched around his cock. He groaned and felt the first waves of his release charging down on him. He shouldn’t have waited so long to find his relief.
“Open wide, sweet thing,” he said and once she had her mouth opened as wide as she could, he pumped into her. “Swallow. Fucking hell, Ariana, swallow it all.” He stepped closer to her, straddling her kneeling form and thrust hard into her throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Over and over, his cock spurted his cum into her mouth.
His chest heaved from his harsh breathing and he released her, stepping back. A milky white drop of his cum sat on her lip.
“Lick that up.” He pointed to it. “You never let Daddy’s cum go to waste. Never.” He tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped himself up.
She lapped up the droplet and sank back on her heels.
“You made Daddy feel real good, Ariana,” he said, still looking down at her. Her lips curled upward at the edges. “Sometimes Daddy will reward you, but tonight I want you to go to bed with your pussy wet for me. It makes me happy knowing you’re ready for me if I come to you during the night. And sometimes, Daddy will come to you.”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good.” He picked up her nightgown and handed it to her. “Go on and get dressed. I’ll call Maria to come take you for your bath now.” He went to the dresser and picked up his phone, texting the nanny to come collect Ariana.
When he turned around and saw she was fumbling with one of the ribbons, he brushed her hands away and did it himself.
“Can I sleep with you?” she asked quietly as he worked the pink ribbon through the loop.
He stilled for a brief moment. She wasn’t the first girl to ask, but it was the first time it gave him pause. Sleeping with the Daddies would give her too much hope that she wasn’t going to be sent for adoption. It would also give the appearance that the Daddy had gotten too close to her. Both dangerous things.
“No, Ariana,” he said. “Not tonight,” he added quickly.
A knock came on the door.
“Maria’s here,” she said softly, touching her fingertips to his chin. Did she want him to kiss her again? No. Lullaby girls didn’t think that way. Even with a lower dose of the medicine.
“Don’t keep her waiting.” Costello jerked away from her and smacked her ass. “Go on.” He cleared his throat and walked toward his bathroom. She needed to get back to her room, beneath her own covers, and safely away from him.
Before he got them both put to sleep.
It was playtime. Ariana looked around the room at all the other women, unable to stop wishing that she could, for once, be just like them.
No worries.
Not a care in the world.
But that was never going to happen. And in all honesty, she didn’t truly want it to happen. Yet, when she looked at them all playing happily with their dolls, it hurt that she wasn’t as content as they appeared to be.
She’d been in the House for a week, pretending every moment of every day that she was a young girl just like the others. The energy it took to act as someone she wasn’t drained her, leaving her exhausted by the time bedtime came around. And she didn’t get much rest then, either.
Most nights Costello came for her or had her brought to his room. While it was becoming increasingly hard to hide the truth from him while they were together, too many nights she fell asleep in her own bed thinking about him. He wasn’t soft on her, no matter how she begged, but it only seemed to make her want to be with him more often. On the nights she was left in her own room, she thought of him, wondering what he was doing, where he was. She’d lain awake the past two nights waiting to be called to his room for more ‘training’.
It was getting out of hand. She needed to start focusing on getting out of the House.
Ariana concentrated on brushing the hair of her own doll, hating the life she was forced to lead. Hating the people who made her do it, and mad at the ‘Daddies’ who surrounded the room, each watching over his appointed trainee. Her secret ate at her. She had no choice but to hide it from them all, including Costello. As much as he looked out for her, protecting her from the overreach of Nanny Nancy, Ariana wasn’t convinced she could trust him not to turn her over to Uncle Frank.
He was still the bad guy.
He was still one of the monsters who’d kidnapped her and most likely all the other women in the room.
Ariana knew it was just a matter of time. Of waiting. The waiting, however, became harder with every day that passed, and she didn’t know how much longer she could last without doing or saying something that would make them realize she wasn’t one of them.
Restless, she went over to the dress up box. It had been fun to dress up when she actually was six, and she knew all the girls around her would be having a wonderful time, so she had to act in the same way. As she kicked her pink ballerina slippers off, which actually weren’t that bad in comparison to some of the other things she’d worn, she picked out a pair of plastic high heels created especially for adults who thought they were children. Walking in them as though she didn’t know how was more difficult.
At the make-up table she picked out some bright orange eye shadow, as that was the most obnoxious color there, a lipstick she knew wouldn’t go with the orange, and a blush that was so red she’d look like an apple. The eye shadow she applied all the way up to her eyebrows. She pushed aside the laugh that threatened to escape and focused on covering as much of her face with the blush as possible, making herself look more like a lobster than anything else. Nodding to herself, she put her bright red lipstick on and this time, let herself laugh as joyfully as possible, knowing that she didn’t have long before Costello came over to sort her out. She’d learned pretty quickly that he didn’t like paint on her face.
“Come on, Ariana.” He took hold of her arm. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“No!” She stomped her foot and pouted. She’d gotten pretty good at acting out. The girls in this room all knew how to be a brat, and Ariana was no different. “I look pretty.”
He cocked an eyebrow in her direction. “You don’t need all of that on your face to be pretty.”
She paused. He thought she was pretty?
His rough grip around her arm, pulled her out of her thoughts. Tugging her arm away sharply, she stood her ground. Some of it was an act, but mostly she was tired of always being watched, always being told what to do. At least in defiance she maintained some control…the only control possible.
Costello furrowed his brow and set his jaw firmly. Ariana knew that look.
“Ariana Marie…” He only called her that when a storm was brewing. Not even her own parents had used her middle name when she was growing up. When he used it, butterflies unleashed in her stomach. “Do you need a reminder of what happens to naughty girls?”
She could stop it right there. All she had to do was take his hand and allow him to wash off the ridiculous make-up. All she had to do was be a sweet little girl. But damn if defiance didn’t sound a hell of a lot better right about now. So, she did it. She sealed her fate and stuck her tongue out at him. The immature gesture actually felt freeing.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Costello firmly grabbed her by the arm and led her over to a pink wooden chair in the corner of the room. Ariana did her best to fight him off and drag her feet, but his strength overpowered hers. Effortlessly, and within seconds, Costello had her over his knee, face down and bottom up.
“Wait! No! Please, I don’t want a spanking,” she howled. This was no act. She’d known it was coming, and at one point had sort of wanted one. But when faced with the reality of it, her mind changed.
“You should have thought about t
hat before being a bad little girl.” He lifted up her floral skirt and yanked down her ruffled panties.
Fuck… Bare bottom.
Humiliation washed over her when she glanced around and realized the whole room was watching her discipline. “Please, I’ll be good! I’ll be good!”
His answer was a simple swat to her naked behind. And then another, and another. She kicked and flailed her arms the best she could, but it only caused Costello to tighten his grip and increase the severity of the spanking as he peppered her behind with one smack after another. It didn’t matter what mental age you were—spankings hurt.
Costello paused for a moment, which sent a completely new terror through Ariana. The longer the spanking, the higher the chance of him seeing the arousal his punishment caused. He would be pleased, but he could also use her arousal against her. And they weren’t in the privacy of his room or her own. The other girls were here, they were watching. And the Daddies.
She tried her best to think of other things and not allow the wetness to take over. But she couldn’t help it. When Costello spanked her, she always wanted more. She wanted his touch in more ways than just blistering her backside. It was unnerving.
Luckily, or unluckily, he continued with the spanking. Swat after swat, until her entire ass blazed. Tears filled her eyes as his palm reddened every square inch of her bratty behind.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She really was. He made sure of it. Costello had never gone easy on her, and this was going to be no exception. It felt worse, like he was making up for the few days he’d been away from her.
He stopped, resting his palm on her bottom. “Are you going to be a good girl, or should I take off my belt?”
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy. I promise.” Though the mental image of him pulling off the leather belt only made her arousal ramp up.
Costello lowered her dress and stood her up. Her panties still hung at her ankles. Ariana looked down at them, feeling humiliated that all the other Daddies and girls had witnessed Costello spank her bare ass.
“Keep your panties down and go stand in the corner for ten minutes. When the time is up, we’ll wash that paint from your face,” he commanded.
She quickly did as he asked, hobbling over to the nearest corner and placing her nose in it. She knew better than to question Costello when he was in discipline mode. Getting him angry only worked to get her ass blistered, not closer to taking her outside of the House.
Ariana looked like the women working in the Romeros’ whore houses with all that paint on her face. As much as he didn’t like it, he hated when she acted up more. It undermined him as her daddy and with the other men hanging out in the dayroom, he couldn’t let it go unpunished.
He caught Gianni’s grin as he led Ariana to the bathroom just off the dayroom. The man had no room to judge, considering Shelby had spent three nights over the past week in the playroom. Costello was willing to bet that Ariana obviously missed having him around the past few nights and was acting up to get his attention.
It wasn’t usual for him to keep away from his little girl’s training, but Ariana wasn’t the usual sort. Whenever he spent time with her, he found himself longing to keep her in his room longer and longer. It took all of his energy to send her to her own bed every night. He’d needed the last two nights to get his priorities back in order.
Having any sort of feelings for her would put them both in danger.
And yet, as he stood on the outskirts of the dayroom listening to Gianni complain about his cut of a new business he’d been put in control of on the outside of the House, he couldn’t stop staring at his girl.
She’d been bored.
While the other girls were completely enthralled with the toys and activities in the room, Ariana looked ready to poke out her own eyes if it would entertain her. It only solidified what he already suspected. The Lullaby wasn’t working on her. But being the smart girl she was, she’d learned to hide it as best she could.
But for how long?
Eventually she’d slip.
Then what?
“Sit here,” he said, pointing to the closed toilet. She plopped herself down with all the attitude a child would have in the same situation. Looking at her a bit more closely, he sensed not all of her act was pretend. She reacted so sweetly to being taken care of and was excelling at her training every night. A woman despising his treatment of her wouldn’t get so wet in the panties like she did. And they probably wouldn’t react so openly to being disciplined.
Crouching down, he gently cleaned her face with a wash cloth as she stared at him, her lip pouting slightly, making him want to tell her that he knew she wasn’t really six. But he knew better than to do that. Trying not to sigh, he focused on getting her clean and hoped that she wouldn’t do it again. Although he had a horrible feeling that she would, because it seemed to him as though playtime was getting harder for her. Everything was probably getting harder for her. If the Lullaby wasn’t working to keep her age regression, then she’d also pieced together what happens to girls it didn’t work on. If the boredom of pretending to be a little girl didn’t get to her, the fear of being put to sleep would.
“That’s better.” He tossed the makeup remover wipe into the trashcan and rose up to his feet.
She shook her head. “You spoil my fun all the time.” Pretending or not, her little pout got his cock hard.
“You don’t have to look like a clown to have fun,” he pointed out.
She crossed her arms and looked away. “You didn’t have to spank me.”
Costello placed a finger under her chin and forced her head to turn to look at him. Her blue eyes made contact, and she didn’t look away. “Yes, I did. We’ve dealt with this before. What happens to little girls who don’t behave for their daddy?”
“They get spanked.” She uncrossed her arms and placed her hands in front of her, letting go of her pouting behavior.
“You didn’t get spanked because of the make-up. I spanked your cute little ass because you didn’t listen to Daddy. I’ll always spank you for that. No matter how big you are.” He brushed a piece of blonde hair away from her eye. “Can you be a good girl now?”
She nodded, her shoulders dropping. “Yes, Daddy.”
“What’s wrong, Ariana?” he asked, moving back to his haunches. “Did something happen while I was away?” He’d been keeping tabs on her through Maria, but that didn’t mean Nancy didn’t get to her without being caught.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, but tears clung to the edges of her eyelids. Should he confess what he already knew to ease her burden?
The danger was too great. He’d never lost a girl before, and he wouldn’t this time.
“What happened to Shelby?” she surprised him by asking. She dragged the heels of her hands across her eyes to brush away tears and blinked away the rest.
“What do you mean?” He rested his hands on her knees.
“She said her daddy took her to the playroom. She has bruises on her legs, and I saw a big purple blotch on her neck.”
He’d seen the bruises, too. The girls were always to be trained to take some level of pain from their daddies, but the assholes who frequented the playroom weren’t careful with them. They left nasty marks without consideration. It’s what they were paying the Romeros for.
“What did she tell you happened?”
Ariana flicked her gaze away from him. “Just that she had to play with other Daddies.” She was forcing her tone to go higher. Costello saw right through her carefully concealed way of speaking and asking the questions she had been clearly wanting to ask for some time.
“She did. The playroom is where little girls play with lots of Daddies not just their own.”
“I thought that’s what the adoption party was for.” She tilted her head and started to twirl a lock of her golden hair in her fingers. He reached over to her and pulled her hand away from her hair. Watching her acting skills sharpen before him, made his mood darken.
“You weren’t supposed to know about the adoption party.” He tried to firm up his tone, but her ability to gather so much information without raising eyebrows impressed him. While the other girls who were going to be up for adoption soon were subjected to having to meet prospective buyers, Ariana was kept in her room away from the prying eyes. Until she was ready for purchase, only Costello would interact with her.
Unless Frank got involved.
He would be harder to protect her from.
“Oh”—she tapped her lips with her finger—“I heard the girls talking at breakfast.”
Costello chuckled and shook his head.
“Did you have snack time yet?” he asked.
“No.”
“We’ll have it in my room today.” He held out his hand for her to grab on to. Being away from her for two days had been enough.
“Do you think about what life is like outside?” Costello asked as Ariana stood at his bedroom window looking down at the yard below. She’d already checked his windows while he’d been in the bathroom.
She couldn’t get them open.
It wouldn’t matter anyway. They were too high up from the ground for her to jump without breaking something or killing herself. And she couldn’t tell how far the street was from the yard. For all she knew, they were on an estate somewhere with heavily guarded gates.
“Outside?” She pushed the innocence a little hard into her question.
“You girls don’t go outside, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you were curious.” He stuck the straw into her grape juice box and put it down on the table beside the bed for her. When she finally escaped this House, she was going to have a gallon-sized glass of wine. The real use for grapes.
She smiled at him. “What do we need outside for? Everything we need is here. You give me everything I need.”
“Is that right?” He folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the thick pillar of his bed.
A knock interrupted her thought.
“Anyone want a snack?” A cheerful voice accompanied the knock.