Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I control everything she does now.
I control who she talks to, where she goes and what she does. There's nothing she can do without me knowing and nothing escapes me because I'm always paying close attention to her. I don't think of it as an exertion of control… I'm just watching out for her, like I always have.
“Did I do a good job?" she asks, her eyes finding mine and a wicked smile playing on her precum-stained lips.
“You don't need to ask me," I say with a smirk mirrored on my face. “If you did a good job you would know that by yourself already.”
I fully expect her to pout, but it seems that bratty habit has been knocked out of her forever. I come closer to her, suddenly feeling the need to show her some attention. I tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and tell her how pretty she looks as she blushes, looking at the ground. I'm glad my devoted training hasn't gotten rid of that habit quite so successfully. I do enjoy the sight of redness in her plump cheeks.
“I didn't make you come,” she pouts.
“That would have been inappropriate, given that we had some guests.” I smirk. “But don't worry, angel. You'll have an opportunity to do that soon enough. I'll make sure it's unforgettable for you. But you know your parents are coming in in a few days, don't you?”
“Yes, Master,” she says softly.
It pleases me to see that despite me changing the topic, she hasn't changed her role at all. She's still playing the perfectly obedient, meek, submissive wife I’ve wanted for so long. And now there is no reason for me to doubt her anymore.
She's fully succumbed and proven her obsession with me. Since the moment I started playing my tricks on her, I’ve known she’d crumble and break so easily. I just didn't know our story would have a couple of twists and turns.
"Sweet little thing," I mutter, sentimentally touching a hand to my ward's cheek.
I should have known Tallulah would have been my hardest toy to break. She's the one I wanted my whole life, the only one for me. And it took me this long to break her… But I can’t say I regret it. The sweet taste of her submission leaves me more fulfilled than ever. Being drunk on the power I exert over her is intoxicating. Better than any hit.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me in front of your parents?” I ask Tallulah, gently brushing her hair off her cheek as she looks up at me, wide blue eyes swimming with unspoken emotion.
“I'm always a good girl for you,” she says softly. “But I can take special care to ensure my Master is pleased.”
I smile when she uses that word. I'm still getting used to it, but it makes me excited.
Sometimes, I still long for her to call me Xavier like she used to.
“Well, we wouldn't want you neglecting your dear parents, would we?" I ask sweetly, touching my fingertip to her nose. "Who do you like better, my sweet angel? Me or them?"
“You, Master,” she says looking into my eyes with devotion that knows no bounds. “I’ll make sure you're always satisfied. I'll always put you before them.”
“Will you beg for me?” I ask. “You know how I love it when you beg, angel.”
She nods eagerly, as if she can't agree soon enough.
“Of course. I'll beg for anything you want me to beg for and you can do whatever you want to me even when they're here.”
“I'll hold you to that, angel,” I chuckle as I tighten the leash around her neck and pull her behind me. “Come on. Let's finish what you started under my desk. I want your mouth full for another hour until you've drained every drop of that seed you've been trying to suck out all day.”
I've made sure to make Heath and Rain’s arrival at my house memorable. I've done everything in my power to embarrass their daughter, which means they will be devastated from the moment they walk into the house.
It's nothing personal to do with my darling wife, of course.
Tallulah is kneeling on the ground next to me. Her chain and leash are firmly in place holding her captive to my whims. I love being her puppet master. I took special care in picking out the slogan on her pretty pink choker. Her parents will just fucking love reading the words Daddy's Little Whore on her collar. I smirk.
The double doors leading into the mansion open and her parents appear on the doorstep. I feel adrenaline rushing through my veins as my guards wheel their luggage behind them and they walk inside. I enjoy the look of pure anger that takes over Heath’s face when he sees his daughter in such a submissive position to me. I can tell he's about to object before even saying hello, but Rain takes him by the hand and tugs on his fingers as a warning, shaking her head silently. She doesn't want to intervene yet. She's better behaved than I thought she would be. Maybe Heath has finally grown a pair and trained her to be the perfect submissive.