I'm still holding her tight ass on my cock, when I walk to the bathroom and slowly place her on her feet in the shower. She looks at me with reverence as I warm the water and step inside next to her while I rub soap between her cheeks and down her legs. Cleaning us both before wrapping her in a huge white robe.
She moans as she attempts to walk. “Oh, it hurts, Daddy…”
I slip my arms around her and lift. Carrying her to the bed, she winces as I lay her down.
“Are you hurt, baby? Or, it hurts. There’s a difference.”
“It hurts. Not a lot, but a little. It’s just a funny feeling. Like you’re sort of still in there…” She smiles with her eyes closed. “But it feels so good to know you are taking care of me now. All of me.”
My chest tightens, and in that moment, I know I'm ready for more. A lot more.
Pulling open my nightstand drawer, I unlatch the hidden compartment and the bottom of the drawer flicks apart, revealing a long, black-velvet case and a smaller, red square one.
Pulling out the longer box, I hold it out to her.
“What's this?”
“Something else so you will know you are mine.”
Her eyes light up and she snaps the box open. A gasp leaves her lips as the light hits the diamond collar.
A wide band of pure white gold, with rows of one-carat diamonds banded together.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You're my little girl, my baby, my own to love and cherish…you deserve the best.”
She’s teary-eyed as I lean over her and clasp the flat choker-like band around her neck. “This is a collar. It says that you belong to me.”
She reaches for my neck and pulls my mouth onto hers. Her sweet kiss is full of longing. But her sobs are what make me pull away.
“Why are you crying?” There’s a hint of fear on her face. “I'm right here. I'm all yours too, baby. You want me to wear a collar too? Will that make you feel better?” I’m relieved when she smiles.
She chokes on a laugh and wipes her tears away. “It’s just…I didn’t expect to fall so deep so fast…and it’s scary.”
I can’t wait anymore. I reach for the other square box in my drawer. She needs to see I mean business. My little girl needs to see how serious I am. I hand her the box and she gasps, shaking her head.
I can guess what she's thinking. “It’s not an engagement ring. Just open it.”
Biting her lip, she flicks it open.
There, in folds of velvet, is a ring that matches the collar. A wide band of huge diamonds set in white gold.
I pull it out of the box and slide it onto her finger. “You know what this is?”
“You said it’s not an engagement ring, so it isn’t,” she says with a laugh, and I chuckle.
“That’s right, baby. This is a promise ring. With this ring…” I press my lips to her finger and the ring. “I thee promise.” Tears pool in her eyes, and I can tell she's stunned. “To stand by you. Always. Believe in me. I'm here. For as long as we both shall live.”
Chapter 18
Chastity
Diary Entry…Today Ten AM
Dear Diary,
I'm glowing and I know it.
It feels like people are looking at me, as if they can sense that I have a light around me.
It has little to do with that diamond promise ring around my finger, or the memory of that stunning diamond collar that I left in the velvet case back home.
It’s more that Daddy has filled with me so much cum since we fucked the first time, every day I wonder if his baby is already growing inside me. ‘A baby in my baby.’ As he says.
He’s cooking breakfast and I can smell the cinnamon French toast, so I better get going. I’m starving and he always feeds me at breakfast. I love that we are already growing our own sort of traditions together. We still haven’t really been out around a lot of other people so that still bothers me a bit, but he did introduce me to Alice.
She’s wonderful. So sweet and kind to me but she’s a little tough on Daddy which I secretly like. He given her some time off because he wanted us to settle in on our own but I look forward to her coming back. She reminds me a little of my mom or maybe I’m just so starved for someone motherly, I’m projecting.
Okay, gotta go Daddy is calling.
xoxo
* * *
I smile as my phone rings, and I press it to my ear, lowering my voice.
I cover my mouth with my hand trying to keep anyone from hearing me. “Daddy, this is the fifth time you’re calling today, don’t you have work to do?”
“Why are you whispering baby?” When I don’t answer right away, he becomes demanding. “Answer me.”
“I didn’t want to call you Daddy so that people can hear my office door is open.”
“Baby, nobody matters but us. You believe that, don’t you? We have each other and I’ll always protect you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes…” I clear my throat, blocking out the people around me. “Yes, Daddy,” I say with confidence.
“Good. How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Does it still a hurt?”
“Not so much. I like how it feels. I want to do it again,” I whisper, and I hear him growl on the other end.
“You’re making Daddy hard, you know that? It’s not good to distract me so I can’t get any work done.”
“Tell me and I’ll be there, Daddy. Standing in front of you, bent over, spreading my legs…wide…wider….”
“Jesus, baby. Why can’t I get enough of
