Page 22 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“Say the words. Tell me that you are mine.”

She swallows hard. “I… I am yours… to do whatever you want.”

Good. Now that that’s settled… “What’s your name?”

“Sofia,” she says softly.

“Lovely.” On the other side of the room, there is a panel holding the chains. I walk over to it and open the metal door. “In case you were unaware, my name is Titus. But I consider it disrespectful for you to address me as such. You are beneath me, Princess.”

Inside the panel are several buttons, each of them with a specific function for the chains. I press the one pulling them upward. Her hands jerk up over her head, lifting her off the bed.

“Your name for me…” I press another button to drag her to the center of the room. She gasps with surprise as her feet drag behind her. “How about Daddy? You are a fatherless whore now. Seems appropriate.”

She blinks at me with wide eyes, her mouth open slightly as her breath quickens. She’s wearing the clothes that she had on when she was caught. A black tank top and tight black yoga pants. They look good on her, highlighting her curves. I walk over to her to get a better look. The crotch outlines the lips of her pussy and the curve of her peach shaped ass.

“Wait,” she says. “We’re doing this now?”

“Oh, yes,” I tell her. “You didn’t think I’d risk taking you out of here without making good on this deal, did you?”

She watches me as I continue to circle. I stop in front of her and say, “Now. That’s the last question you’ll ask without my permission. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not move unless I tell you to. And you will take everything that I give you. Am I understood?”

She nods and I grab her face, pulling her to me.

“Use your words, Sofia.”

“Y-Yes… Daddy,” she says, her voice cracking.

“Very nice. I’m going to want you to speak up next time. Don’t worry. We’ll have plenty of practice until you get it right.” I let her go and walk to my bag, unzipping it.

“If you take off the chains,” she says as I take out the toys I plan to use, “I can give you head. I’m very good at sucking dick.”

I sigh. Naughty thing. I take the scissors from the bag. “First of all,” I say as I walk back to her. “Oral sex requires a level of trust that you don’t have from me yet. I’m not stupid enough to put my dick in a mouth that’s planning on biting it off. And secondly, and most importantly, I am in charge of how this is going to go and what will be done. I expect you to follow every instruction I give you. Not the other way around.”

I use the scissors to cut the straps of her shirt. It drops pathetically down, hanging on by her hardened nipples. I cut it down the sides to free her from it completely and I throw it across the room.

“You are to speak only when spoken to.” I give her right nipple a hard twist. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp followed a squeaking moan. “Pain for disobedience.”

I release her, then slap her tit. She bites her lip to suppress herself, a quick, shaky grunt coming out. I laugh. “Oh, no, my dear. I need to hear you if this is going to work.”

I slap her other tit, then squeeze it. She moans a little louder, but it’s still too soft.

“Pretty good. You can do better. You’re a slow learner. But that’s all right. We’ve got the rest of your life to get this right.” I move my hand up to her left nipple, squeezing it between my thumb and forefinger. She looks up at me, biting her lip, openly defying me as rhythmic grunts force their way out between her lips.

“You’re going to make me work for it? Is that it?”

She just stares at me with defiance behind her eyes. My cock presses against the zipper of my pants in response.

I release her tit and she gasps, her body leaning against the chain. I push her back up so she’s standing up straight and shove my hand down her pants. The lips of her pussy are moist as I run my fingers along them, parting them slightly to find her clit. The moment I touch her, she flinches.

“Oh, I see,” I say. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”

“Do I have to answer that?”

I slide my fingers inside her, cutting her off as I start finger fucking her with slow strokes. She takes a half step away and I grab her around the waist and pull her back.

“You are very,verytight, Sofia,” I say. Her walls grip my fingers with every stroke. “I’m going to need you soaking before I fuck you… or else I’m afraid I might not fit.”

I continue the strokes until her frown deepens and her eyes start to roll up. I lean in and kiss her neck, then move my tongue down to her taut nipples. The moment my tongue flicks one, she shudders a little. I move to suck them and soft, lustful breaths brush the top of my head.