He can demand I do things, but if I refuse and use my safe word, he has to stop. That’s what the other man said.
I watch his Adam's apple move in his throat as he waits. For me to make a decision. For me to give up my control.
Because, it is mine to give.
“I'm ready, Daddy,” I say quietly, and it feels… euphoric. Erotic. I try the word again. “Daddy. Daddy,Daddy, Daddy,” I repeat, harder and harder until he grabs my hand and I fall silent.
His gaze locks on my mouth. “You have a little girl inside you. But you have the body of a woman. That's a combination that men would pay for with their very lives just to have one quick taste, one chance to get their cocks out in the same hemisphere as you. Every man in this place wants to find out what you have there between your sweet little legs. You have no idea how the world works, Dautie.”
“Jeremy wouldn’t want that from me. And he’s here,” I smirk darting my eyes toward the door.
Uncle Rye snort chuckles. “Okay, maybe not every man. But most of them and some of the women, too. Dommes are more intense than most Dom’s. They’d love a taste of you as well. You are the definition of beauty and innocence and unspoiled grace that is a rare commodity in this world.”
My nipples stiffen into peaks as he trails his knuckles across my shoulders.
I want to goad him. I want to push him. Compliance has basically been my middle name my whole life, but here, in this anonymous black walled room, the urge for me to be something else is magnetic.
“All right, Daddy, now what?” I add a hefty helping of sass to my question.
I want to see how far I can push.
Before what? I don't know.
Rye turns away, stepping towards the wall where the garments hang. “Take off your dress,” he orders without looking back.
“Take off my—”
I start to question, but he spins and stomps my way, in two seconds we're nose to nose, within a breath of each other.
“Did you not understand what you agreed to for your little dare? I’m Daddy, and you do what I say. You do not question. Your only out is your safe word. Do you understand?”
His warm breath puffs against my mouth as I swallow. A wave of fear prickles over my skin.
All I can do is nod.
There's something about the calm, definitive way he speaks that melts things inside of me.
“Good girl.” Those two words do something to me that takes a blow torch to any remnants of feminism left inside me.
I want to hear him call me that almost more than I would like to hear those other three words that most girls long for.
I reach around to my back, bending my elbow to reach up between my shoulder blades and work the zipper down on my dress, letting it fall to the floor leaving me standing in my heels, my ruined white panties, and no bra, because Anna said bra straps would be tacky.
“Shoes off,” Rye orders as he inspects the selection of garments on the hooks. “Daddy wants to dress you.”
When he finally turns around, he doesn’t even look at my nearly naked body. The control he shows is both infuriating and sexy. His eyes are like arrows that pierce into parts of me I’ve not allowed even myself to indulge until right now.
He grabs one of the pink strappy deals hanging on the wall, his hand moving methodically over the leather, the buckles clinking as he works them open.
“Shoes off. Panties off.” He says it like he’s telling me to put butter on toast, and again, I’m reminded of how comfortable he clearly is in this environment, and with this level of physicality.
A rush of jealousy pours out of me.
“You’ve done this a lot, I take it.” I fight the sharpness in my voice that reveals my insecurity. “Guess Uncle Rye has had a good little sex life all these years after all. Mom used to always wonder why you never brought any women around.Shethought maybe you weren’t inclined toward the fairer sex—”
His hand darts out in a blur of motion before the clamp of his fingers latch around my throat.
“I don’t think you understand your dare, my dautie. You are a little girl, I am your Daddy. A little girl speaks as a little girl would. A little girl is playful, free of concern about where herDaddy spends his time and with whom. Your job here is to find that little girl inside you, and set her free. We both know you’ve never had that opportunity before, even when you were young.”
