“Yes. Think of it as payback.”
“For what?”
“For auctioning yourself off without asking me first.”
Her breath catches. “I didn’t think I needed your permission.”
“You don’t,” I say. “But it was a bad thing to do. And bad girls need to be punished. You’re going to be a good girl starting now. You’ll follow all of Daddy’s instructions to the t.”
Her silence says everything.
When she finally speaks, her tone is sharp, but I hear the tremor beneath it. “You really think I’d go along with that?”
“You will,” I tell her. “Because you want to know what it feels like to stop thinking for a while. To have someone else decide everything for you. You pretend to hate control, but deep down, you crave it.”
“That’s ridiculous,” she says. “You don’t know me.”
“I know enough.”
I can hear her shifting in bed, the rustle of her sheets, the soft sound of her exhale. She’s thinking about it. The idea is already getting under her skin. She fights it, battles for her dignity, but the dark craving inside her consumes her self-respect. Just like it has for me.
“What do I wear, Daddy?” she asks finally, her voice quieter.
The simple act of submission, of letting go, of loosening her mask, fills my veins with power. She must be ashamed to be calling me that. She has never done it before. But the word sounds sweet from her lips. I could get drugged on that sound.
“Something black,” I say. “Short. Elegant. I want people to look at you and know you belong to me.”
Her scoff is soft, nervous. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But you’re going to do what I ask, aren’t you? My little girl craves praise and she won’t get any if she disobeys Daddy. And wear dark lipstick,” I add.
“I don’t wear bold colors,” she says. “It’s not me.”
“It is now. I want everyone to see where you’ve kissed me, Callista. I want everyone to know you’re not what they think you are. You might be a good girl, but you’re Daddy’s good girl.”
The silence that follows is heavy. I can imagine her biting her lip, torn between outrage and arousal.
“This is...I’ve never done this before,” she whispers. “What if things go wrong?”
“I’m going to be with you, darling. I’ll catch you if anything goes wrong.”
“And if you can’t?”
“I will. So trust me.”
Her breath hitches again. Then, quietly, “Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret.”
“You like secrets.”
“I like control,” I say. “And you like giving it to me, even if you won’t admit it.”
She lets out a shaky laugh. “Fine.”
“I’ll see you at seven on Friday, Callista.”
Before she can answer, I hang up.
