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.”
“Daddy.”
He closes his eyes for a long moment before his eyes flicker with approval. “Yes, little one. Good girl.”
“Thank you,” I manage, the simple words caught in my throat as his palm clutches between my legs.
“And this,” he whispers, looming over me, his huge hand spreading wide, slipping down and under so that his fingers brush against the tight pucker of my ass.
I freeze. He must sense my hesitation because he chuckles and pulls his fingers away.
“It feels so good to be bad doesn’t it, baby girl?”
I nod, unable to find my voice.
“Good. I’ll teach you everything you need to know. We’ve got plenty of time. As long as I live.”
There’s a slow ripping sound as he tears my panties, yanking them down, leaving a wet trail on my thighs.
A finger slips into the wet mess with his name on it, making me whimper and go slack, then he’s pulling it out and moving back down to my ass. I wince and clench, unsure what’s coming.
“Jack, wait...” I stop myself when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “Daddy, wait. I’m not sure…”
“Not sure about what? That this belongs to me?”
More pressure, and the pleasure centers itself, pulsing in a ball just behind my clit.
“No, it does. I do…I just, I’m scared…”
“It’s okay to be scared, baby. Daddy sometimes will be scary.” My eyes focus on his crimson silk tie. The impossibly perfect, symmetrical knot so refined against the white shirt. “But I’ll always take care of you. Even when I need to do things to this sweet little body that you may not understand. I need you to do as I say, and never ever tell. Our secrets are special and sometimes it might hurt a little…”
He presses harder and I gasp as his fingertip spreads my tight ring and slips just inside. I squeeze my eyes shut, covering my face with my hands on a little squeal.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe how turned on I am…it’s like he read my diary.
“That’s a good girl. Keep your legs open. I’m just going to push in a little more. Just relax. Next time we do something scary, I’ll make sure you have your unicorn to hold. And if you are a very good girl and take what Daddy does like a big girl, I’ll get you a new stuffed animal just for you to use when we have our special time together. Would you like that, princess?”
My eyes open. I stare at the white ceiling as wild nerve endings squeeze at his fingers, and my head is spinning. This feels like a dream. When I look up at Jack, all I think of is the Daddy I’ve wanted for so long. The dirty things I’ve thought about, and he’s giving them to me like he can read my mind.
“Does that feel good?” He doesn’t push inside any deeper, only rubs in slow circles.
“Um-hmm.” I nod, my lips falling open as the swirling pleasure takes root.
“Good. I want you to feel so good, baby. And I want to feel good too. I’m going to teach you how to make me feel good. Would you like that? Make Daddy feel good, like he’s doing to you?”
I nod again as he leans down, kissing my open folds, flicking at my clit with his tongue, nearly sending me into convulsions.
“It’s going to be my cock’s snug little home for as long as I live. All your holes will be.”
My gaze snaps to his.
“For as long as you live?” I whisper, as I try not to hyperventilate.
“Yes, baby girl. This is a forever home for me. I live here now. And you have to make sure no one gets in my home. And you’re always ready to offer up any hole I want. Whenever I want. Because they belong to me. Not you, me.”
The commitment in his tone is undeniable. He wasn’t just saying it when he said he owned me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I manage, tightening the muscles in my inner thighs, trying to keep
