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Some people built saferooms inside their houses. This whole building could become one.
Reluctantly, I admitted that this place was a bit better than mine. I didn’t say it out loud because it didn’t need to be said. Without a word, he led me deeper inside.
After passing through a combination retinal and fingerprint scan, we entered an elevator. He didn’t press any buttons to direct it. It just started to climb. We must have sailed up forty or more floors, but I couldn’t tell because there wasn’t anything that indicated specific numbers or even sections of the building. Eventually, the elevator slowed to a complete stop and the doors opened to reveal yet another security foyer. This time, the entryway required him to stand in front of a full body scanner, with a dual retinal function and a pad for him to place both hands on. When the scan was processed and fully completed, a numerical pad emerged so that he could type in a seven-digit code.
The hydraulics of the front door finally engaged, and it slid open. After we walked through it, it closed behind us, and I could hear multiple deadbolts engaging as it locked us inside. This place took security to the maximum.
“How high up are we?” I asked, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the tops of a sea of smaller building beneath us. We were fairly high up. It wasn’t the tallest building in the city, but it was certainly up there with some of them.
“I’ve got control of the entire sixtieth floor. The windows are crafted from military grade bullet proof glass, some of the strongest out there,” he answered as his hands wound around my waist. He pulled me against him, and his body surrounded mine with absolute perfection, as if it was made to fit my much smaller one. For a few long minutes, he just held me like that, and I sighed, content in the security of his embrace. Eventually, he pulled away bit by bit and slowly turned me around to face him. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t look up right away.
“Are you nervous for what you have coming, little girl?” he asked, his tone gentle, yet somehow still firm.
Again, his threat repeated in my mind, and I stared down at the same leather strap that had whipped my ass not long ago. I chewed my lip, feeling myself blush. Unable to formulate words, I didn’t say anything at all, not sure if I should just go ahead and ask him for what I wanted, or if I should scrap the whole thing and just goad him into a hard fucking instead.
Should I risk it after all? What if I told him about this part of me, and he hated me for it? What if he told the world what Ada Murphy was really like in the bedroom, and that ruined my reputation for the rest of my life? Would he tell everyone that I was weak, that being strapped with a belt made my pussy wet? Would he use that to ruin me?
My mind spiraled with a thousand ‘what ifs’ and my arms wound around my waist as if they could protect me. My defenses drew up and I made a move to step back so that I could retreat if that ended up being the path I needed to take, but he stopped me as if he could read it happening all over my face.
Suddenly, his fingers were beneath my chin, lifting it gently to force me to look up. My eyes followed last, compelled by something in his body language. His gaze was warm, and in that instant, I knew that I could trust him after all.
This was it. This was everything that I’d been waiting for.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I needed to hide a part of me that I’d kept secret for a long time. I searched his gaze for a second longer, deciding once and for all to move forward and finally say the words that I’d needed to say all day.
His words hung heavy in the air, weighing down on my shoulders like an iron vice.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. His lips lifted, the movement almost imperceptible, but I caught it anyway. His eyes glinted with a casual, seductive darkness, drawing me in with a powerful sense of gravity.
“I like when you call me that very much. Do you like it when I call you ‘little girl’?” he asked quietly.
Everything about him was pouring with gentle kindness, and I adored him for it. There wasn’t an ounce of judgement in his tone, only wonder, curiosity and a not-so-subtle undercurrent of arousal.
I couldn’t manage to say anything right away. I only blushed at his scrutiny while finding it difficult to summon the words I wanted to say. My tongue stuck in my mouth, fear and worry and a flurry of emotions swirling through me and holding me captive.
What if this was too much of a risk? What if I was pushing this too far?
“Answer me, little girl, or you won’t get what you need tonight,” he warned. My eyes searched his and although they remained warm and full of adoration, there was an inky blackness beneath all of that, like he could see right through me, and I realized that I liked that.
It made me feel free.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed. His answering smile made the hammering of my heart stem a little and all at once, everything seemed to fall into place.
“What do you need tonight, little girl?”
For a few moments, I stammered, a tiny shred of insecurity racing through me, but then a deep swelling of courage came from somewhere deep down in the pit of my soul, and I opened my mouth and the words tumbled out.
There was no thought, only need.
“I… I need you to… to use your belt. Forrealthis time,” I whispered.
My voice trembled with my building nerves. I had at least an idea of what I was asking for. Despite the residual misgivings in my mind at the magnitude of my request, my body was already steamrolling ahead of me. Even as I stood there with his gentle fingers holding steady beneath my chin, my clit was pulsing with desire. I didn’t even need to check to see if my panties were already soaked through.
I knew they were.
“Because you didn’t obey me?” he pressed.
His eyes searched mine, and I gently shook my head. He and I both knew that I’d done nothing wrong. I didn’t need to be punished, and what I said next would reveal if he felt the same way, too.
