Brushing my hair is going to take five times as long as it normally would.
“Daddy is going to brush your hair and put it up in a braid.” He gathers all my hair and places it in the towel on top of my head. “My friend, Julan, sent me a video on how to braid hair, and while I was riding the elevator, I watched it.”
So sweet of him to do that for me.
“You are going to sit in this chair while I do your hair for you,” he sets me on the chair backward so I can rest my face against it.
He wraps a strap around my waist before he starts gently brushing through all my knots in my hair, taking his time.
“You let me know if I’m hurting you.” Daddy kisses the top of my head. “Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you at all.”
I stay silent, closing my eyes as he continues to brush through it. I’m almost asleep when I feel his hands start to gather little pieces of hair.
“All done,” Daddy says, undoing the strap around my back and picking me up. “Let’s go snuggle on the couch.”
TEN
I don’t know how long we’ve been on the couch, Daddy holding me, but I don’t want to do anything else. He is filling this part of me that I didn’t know needed to be filled. The feeling of being taken care of and almost like I’m being loved.
“Are you feeling better?” Daddy asks.
I nod and let out a sigh of contentment. I don’t want to do anything else today or any other day. I just want to be right in his arms where I belong.
“Good. We are going to learn some commands right now. Just a couple,” Daddy informs me.
“Commands?” My eyebrows furrow. What is he talking about?
“Yes, commands,” Daddy replies, not giving me even a hint about what he could be talking about.
I glare at him, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it and sets me on the ground.
“If you are a good girl and follow the commands, then you will get a little treat.” Daddy smiles at me.
My mouth hangs open as I look at him. He can’t be serious about teaching me commands, can he?
But as I watch him open a can and grab little pebbles, my eyes go wide as he stands in front of me. He really is going to treat me like a dog.
“I’m not a pet,” I tell him once more.
“You are my pet, Little companion.” He kneels in front of me. “I paid for you, and you are mine.”
I clench my teeth together and glare at him, not caring whether I get spanked for it or not. Daddy just chuckles and stands to his full height once again.
“Sit,” he commands.
But I don’t sit on my bottom and continue to stand on all fours. Daddy’s stare narrows on me before he smiles.
“Sit.” His voice holds so much more power in the command, and I find myself sitting.
I suck in a breath, and Daddy holds out a small piece of food to my lips.
“Eat, you earned it since you were a good girl and followed my command.” He continues to hold it out.
I stare at it for several seconds, waiting for him to pull back, but he keeps his hand still. Leaning forward, I stick my tongue out and wrap it around the treat, licking part of his fingers. Daddy’s eyes darken as he stares at me.
“Stand,” he commands, and I do.
He holds another piece out, but it’s in the middle of his palm this time, and I do the same, licking it up and happily eating it. The taste is like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I want more.
