I nodded and bounced back to my seat, ready to do exactly as Cal had mocked me for, giggle and point at their table.
I went to bed hugging the book and vowed to pay him back for it soon. I was determined to get my first kiss from Milton. The next day, however, he didn't even look at me. In fact, he hardly looked up from his desk, and when he did, I gasped. He had a bright purple and blue shiner on his right eye. What happened?
I wanted to ask but I couldn't catch him alone. Callahan wasn't with him, but his other DIT friends kept him surrounded. Callahan wasn't at school at all that day. Or at meals. I was so confused. Had they fought? Was it because Cal didn't like Milton gifting me something? Was his hatred of me so strong, he couldn't stand his best friend giving me attention?
I went to the library after dinner, and my Daddy went to sit with the other Daddies to play cards. We were safe here so he took the opportunity to relax where he could.
I was lost in my new birthday book when a figure joined me at my table. I looked up to see Callahan. My stomach muscles tightened with fear.
Why was he here?
"What do you want?" I hissed.
He glared at me putting his arms on the table and folding his hands together.
"I just wanted to say I think it's pretty rude for someone to give you a gift and you don’t thank them."
I paused in my anger.
"What are you talking about?" I closed my book and his eyes dipped to it. I shook my head. "Milton gave me this."
"No, he didn't. I did."
Chapter 18 - Callahan
Not everyone is your friend.
The next morning after the spanking, I couldn't look her in the eye. We walked to her class in complete silence, and she didn't speak to any of her friends during breakfast. They looked at me, curious and scared of what had happened between us, but Eleanor wasn't telling them... yet.
My nerves were twisted, knowing that at any time she could tell someone what I'd done to her, and they'd kill me. My title would be stripped and they'd push me up above. If I was sent above with no protection, they’d know my secret. Perhaps I could bargain for them to just shoot me instead, much like I did with her first Daddy.
"Did you hear they’re officially labeling Dale's death as a creepie attack?" Roy, another Daddy, said at breakfast. He looked to me to see if I'd react, but I forced myself not to. I knew by the time they'd found his body, he'd been torn apart by the zombie-like men. It must have hidden the bullet hole in his chest. Good.
"Rest in peace," Ju-Won shrugged. "Probably for the best, anyway. He was too invested in tradition. It's time to move out of the old ways."
I raised an eyebrow at him. Was he trying to say that he hadn't wanted to hurt Eleanor? Or was he trying to cover his ass? I couldn't decide but noted it for later. This was the least of my worries right now.
After Eleanor was safely in her first class of the day, I went back to our quarters. I couldn't stand to be around her or the other Daddies. My shame was too much for me to handle. I started toward my room but paused and turned around. I looked around the all-pink room.
What if I'd taken the wrong approach? I'd gone too far for sure. I was so wrapped up in my anger and jealousy over her devotion to Milton, that I'd turned into a power hungry, lust-fueled beast. I'd touched my Young Lady, and for that, I should be put to death.
I went to her bookshelf, pulling out a notebook. It was full of sketches. Each page, front and back, was full of her drawings. There were so many of them. It made me wonder…
I looked around and was happy to find the book I'd given her over five years ago. It was the first time I was brave enough to put myself out there and let my interests be known only for Milton to take credit for the gift.
We'd fought that night. I cornered him at bedtime and knocked him down to the floor, making my anger clear. He wore that black eye for two weeks. Milton was too much of a pussy to admit to anyone why I attacked him. Instead, he made me the bad guy, which always worked out better for him, clearly.
I wasn't bad back then.But I was now. Last night I'd proved that.
She must hate me.
I put the books back and moved to her bed, where everything changed last night. I found myself lying down in the spot she'd been forced to lie in fear of being in more pain. I inhaled deeply, the smell of her baby powder perfume filled my lungs. I closedmy eyes, and took deep breaths, relaxing in the pleasing scent and softness of her blankets.
Despite how bad I felt about it, I couldn't deny how hot it'd been. As I thought about it, my cock grew hard, and I found myself rubbing it through my pants. God, she was so beautiful, her plump, perfect ass. It was pretty and purple. I took my shaft out of my pants and began to stroke it. I grabbed her pillow and recalled her pretty face pressed against it in her sleep, her lips parted. I imagined myself standing over her, just close enough that I could come and squirt my cum onto her lips. The thought of her enjoying my taste sent me over the edge, and I came all over her pillow. I stood, set it back, stained side down, zipped my pants up, and went to my room.
What was I becoming?
Just days ago I would never even consider any of this; I was always respectful with the women I'd been with. I'd made a point to spend time with the Gen Pop girls before sliding a condom over my cock and entering them. The thought of hurting them never once crossed my mind, but yet now, the idea of making Eleanor cry got me hard.
