“It's been weeks,” I chuckle. “I picked out your clothes for tonight. They’re hanging in the closet. You’ll have some extra rules as well.”
“Such as?”
Nudging her to move, I stand and move to the kitchen to make her the cup of coffee I know she’s not going to make for herself.
“Rule One: No eye contact unless I give you explicit permission, with me or anyone else.
Rule Two: No speaking unless you’re spoken to and I’ve given you permission.”
Once I’ve poured the excessive amount of sugar and cream in her coffee, I slide the mug to her with an unspoken order to drink it.
“O-okay. I mean, yes, Daddy.” I can hear the uncertainty in her voice and she’s fidgeting with the hem of the t-shirt. Her eyes tell me she’s intrigued. Good.
“Rule Three: You’ll address me as Sir, tonight. I love being Daddy, but I can assure you… what I’ll do to you, will be anything butDaddy-like.”
She nods quickly in agreement.
My good girl.
“Lastly, Rule Four: No coming without permission, but you should be used to that one by now.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth at that last one. Edging her has become one of my favorite pastimes, and the heated blush she’s sporting, tells me she loves it just as much.
“Good girl. Now eat.”
55
Arabella
We arrived at Gravity about fifteen minutes ago. Ryker walked me to a door and ordered me to kneel and wait for him. I’m never more at ease than when I’m with him or doing something that makes me think of him. He’s my center. My rock. But I can’t shake the anxiety vibrating its way through my body as I follow his order.
So here I wait… with my palms resting gently on my thighs, eyes cast downward so I don’t accidentally break a rule and look someone in the eye. I don’t know where he went or when he’s coming back, but his absence is palpable. Members are stirring around the room, but all I can see are their feet.
There was a time, where this would have been impossible for me. I’ve neverlovedmy body and the vulnerability of almost full exposure would’ve been too much. The judgment. The looks. No thank you. It wasn’t until very recently that I’ve started to feel more comfortable in my own skin. He loves my curves, so I can too.
His love of my body is obvious in the outfit he chose. The red lace corset leaves little to the imagination with its shelf bra, leaving my tits a light breeze away from spilling over the edge, along with matching thigh highs and garter belt. He also locked me in a thick red collar with an o-ring at the front and back. It’s the first time he’s had me wear one, and I love that anyone who sees me, will know that I’m spoken for. The piece he most noticeably did not include are my panties. Meaning, I'm kneeling in an open space, in front of a shit ton of strangers, with my pussy out. My vagina didn't get the memo about how wrong it is though. She’s already leaking onto the floor.
“Good evening, Arabella.” Shiny black dress shoes appear in my eyeline. Hayes. I’d know that voice anywhere. Fighting every instinct I have, I remain silent and manage to not look up at him. “Ryker sent me to let you know he’ll be here in about five minutes. Is there anything you need?”
Don’t look at him.
Don’t respond to him.
He’s my boss and it feels rude to ignore him, but I’m nothing if not determined to follow the rules Ryker’s set for the evening.
“O–kayyy,” he draws out each letter, unsure of what to say next. “I’ll go, then. Let me know if you need anything.”
And then, almost as quickly as he arrived, he’s gone.
Ryker
I gave her specific rules tonight for a couple reasons.
Partly, to test her. And test her, I am.
I left her at the door to the room I’m about to use her in and she’s sitting there wearing practically nothing. My good girl hasn’t looked up once, despite all the people wandering aroundher. I even sent Hayes to test her, although he didn’t know that. I just asked him to relay a message and see if she needs anything. I watched her from the other side of the room as she said nothing to him, maintaining her composure so well.
Frankly, I’m impressed.
