Violet’s dark eyes swell with relieved tears, and her lips spread into a smile. She swallows repeatedly. I’ll have to add more hydration to her daily maintenance.
“Are you ready to try again, my love?” I ask.
She bobs her head vigorously. “Yes, Daddy.”
Warmth tickles my groin, and my jaw ticks with lust. “Good.”
I open the crib cage. Her lips part, her tongue flicking across the bottom lip, and the subtle scent of her arousal wafts through the air. I haven’t even touched her cunt, and the bitch is already wet for me.
“You want my cock, don’t you?” I say. “You want me inside of you, filling up your nasty twat.”
“Yes, Daddy. Please. Touch me.”
“I won’t fuck your pussy. Not until you’ve proven you’re a good girl for me,” I say. “Now, say you’re a freak and make me believe it. Do not cum until I give you permission.”
I insert two fingers, curling toward her tender spot. Her sopping velvet walls cinch around me, and the freak squirms, her muscles contracting.
With my other hand, I massage her clit. She bites her bottom lip, already stifling her moans.
“I’m a freak,” she cries.
The words are beautiful, like a sad song from a dove.
But I want her anguish.
I pinch her bundle of nerves. “Do you know how hard you make me?” She whimpers, and I scrape my fingernails across her clit. She twitches. I click my teeth. “Are you truly that desperate, you’ll do anything to fuck me?”
“I’m a freak,” she murmurs. Her body climbs toward arousal’s edge. “I’m your freak.”
That small change from a freak to my freak splices through me.
“Then tell me, sweet one,” I whisper. “If you are my freak, what is your true title?”
“My title—” she stammers, so close to that release.
“Say it for me,” I encourage. “Embrace your true self. What is the full title I gave you?”
Thoughts swirl behind her frantic pupils. I raise a brow. She could flip us in any direction right now: disobedience, submission, or even apathy.
With two fingers still inside of her, I lift my other hand from her clit and stroke my cock through my trousers.
Impatience bubbles in my chest. “Say your title now!”
She shouts: “My name is Violet Ward!”
My palm stops over the head of my cock. Her teeth snap, and panic flickers in her eyes. She’s not sure whether she made the right decision to defend her old self. Her panting fills the space between us.
A long sigh pushes out of me.
Her first night here, I thought she would be easy to mold. Now, I know I must train her for a longer time than expected then, which means more conscious fun with my favorite doll.
I remove my fingers from her cunt, stand, then shake my head, tutting under my breath.
“You were so close,” I say. “It’s not difficult to remember: you are my disgusting little freak.”
Sobs possess her frame. “Daddy, wait?—”
I leave.
