I know it’s her before the door is all the way open.
Deep down, I knew she might come.
I hoped she might come.
Rule 10 Spend a half an hour a day in quiet contemplation in one of the prayer rooms you will find on each floor. Light a candle, sit quietly and reflect on whatever you choose. Talk to God if that’s in your heart.
I came to the second floor. Granted, it is the prayer room I normally use, but knowing her room is on the same floor, there was a reasonable chance I would run into her at least.
But, I’m being tested because she’s just come through the door.
Deliver me from evil…
“Sorry—“ She whispers, eyes down when she sees me standing at the altar. “I’ll go somewhere else.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, I—” She runs her hands through her hair above her ears. “I don’t know. I mean, honestly, I’m so confused. What is happening with us? Is this just part of your…reform school protocol? Or is this place just your own private stable of lonely, troubled girls looking for solace that you provide with your dark eyes and ‘trust me’ schtick.”
I shake my head. Her cheeks are rosy, she’s changed out of that little dress into a short pair of plaid boxers and a tank top with PINK written across the swell of her tits with one nipple dotting the ‘I’ perfectly.
“I have no schtick. And I do want you to trust me. More than anything.” She’s got a fury in her eyes an it only makes her more beautiful.
“I mean, I have very limited experience with boys, but with what happened in the boathouse earlier, it sort of felt like something significant. Like we were something, then, it was just over and you were back to being headmaster and I was just a student.”
I draw a hard breath, filling my chest hating the distress in her eyes.
“Things are complicated, but we are far more than headmaster and student. On that point you are spot on little dove.” I reach out to cup her cheek, the warmth growing in my palm as she swallows, crossing her arms under her tits, cocking a hip, the flicker of brat rising in her eyes. “And, let’s talk about this limited experience you have with boys. How much experience?”
She raises a shoulder, feigning boredom. “I’ve kissed.” She says on a click of her tongue. “And, I figured out, I don’t much like boys. Even when they look like men.”
“Is that so?” Heat bubbles in my belly. It’s straight up jealously but also concern that she’s been mistreated by someone other than the fucker who left those marks on her. My eyes fall onto her bare arm, the bruises there a soft greenish blue. Healing but still angry and the violent rage inside of me balls my fists. “That’s because boys are boys, age isn’t a gateway to manhood.”
“What is?”
I step forward, running my hand down from her cheek to the side of her neck, slipping my fingers around just under her jaw, feeling her pulse tick.
“A man understands his obligations and fulfills them. A man takes care of what’s his. Protects what’s important. Causes no harm but is strong enough to stand steady and do what he thinks is right, no matter how unhappy it might make you in the short term.”
That last part is more personal than it should be, but fuck it, if I’m going to be the man I know she needs, it’s time to figure the way out of this maze and make her mine.
The details are hazy, but the goal is clear.
“Now, bend over. You broke a rule and I told you there would be consequences. I you can’t count of me to hold the line when it’s hard, you won’t count on me when it really matters.”
“What rule did I break?”
I reach inside my jacket and withdraw proof of her offence watching the pink flush creep up her chest to her neck blooming all the way to meet her blushing cheeks.
“That’s–you saw that at the airport. You knew I had it.”
I tip my head. “True. But, once you were here, and you knew the rules, you kept it in your room. Even plugged it in.”
Her meadow green eyes narrow as she pushes her tongue against eh back of her teeth. “You were snooping in my room. In my private things.”
I shake my head. “There’s no such thing here as snooping. Rule number—”
“Four.” She cuts me off, her eyes rolling back as she snorts in defiance. “Cleaning and maintenance or whatever. Yeah, ust say, ‘We reserve the right to snoop in your room at any time for any reason.”
“Time for that trust, Kitty. Trust that I will enforce the rules. Bend. Over.” I step to her side, spinning my hand to the back of her neck guiding her body down as she bends at the waist, her full braless tits shifting high onto her chest pushing like flesh pillows all the way to her collarbones. “Legs apart, grab your ankles.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She mutters but assumes the position as my dick fills the front of my pants like a missile ready to fire.
“Yet, you are doing it. Good girl.”
I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but I know I want more of it.
My cock jerks, balls throbbing.
“Because you make me feel…” She pauses, the insides of her thighs already quivering as I yank the elastic of her little shorts and her panties down to her ankles in one jerk then walk back around and pull her hair from her face. “I don’t know what you make me feel.”
“Like you belong to me.” I add, crouching down, holding her hair back in my fist while planting a soft kiss on her lips as she cocks her head sideways. She intensifies the kiss, her tongue moving warm through my lips, her need coming through with the moan that vibrates as I draw back, my eyes fall to where her hands grip just above where the lime green and white striped socks fold down over her ankles. “Here, I need this.”
I loosen her grip of one of her hands, sliding off the pink velvet stretchy band I know the girls call a scrunchie off her fingers, then returning her hand into position.
“I want to see your face.” I comb her hair through with my fingers before looping the silky length into a soft bun on the top of her head.
“How did you know how to do that?”
I chuckle, pinching her chin before standing up, my dick weeping at the sight of her bare ass. Her thick thighs and the peek of pink surrounded by a few deeper golden curls that brushed my fingers in the boathouse.
“When you hang around teenage girls for a few years, you become an expert at the ins and outs of a messy bun. I’ve never done the honors myself, but I’ve watched the process thousands of times. Now,” I run my hand over the curve of her ass, biting back the moan that gathers in my throat. “I’m your man. I’m also your Daddy. Rules are rules and your punishments may sometimes be my pleasure. Yours as well.”
Smack. I bring down the first swat, watching the beauty of her ass jiggle as she yelps, her fingertips digging into her calves.
“No playing without permission. Say it.” I order, drawing back and setting my hand in a second loud swat on top of the first, nearly blowing in my pants at the sight of my handprint rising on her ivory flesh.
I deliver a third, her hissing growing louder as her knees buckle for a moment and I run my hand over her lower back, assessing the level of tension as she exhales on a long sigh and what I thought she needed is affirmed.
“Say it. No playing without permission.” I repeat with another smack of soft flesh under my palm on the other side only this time, I settle my hand on top of the rising handprint and dig my fingertips into the pliant flesh.
“Okay! No playing without permission.” Her voice cracks as I hold the handful of her ass tight, but not enough to leave bruises. No, she’s had enough of those for now, someday, when she’s ready, but the others are fresh and until that memory is soothed, I hold back.
“You are a good girl my little dove. Sometimes, you just need a reminder.”
I alternate ass cheeks, moving where my hand meets her flesh until the apple of both butt cheeks is crimson and her body starts to shake.
In my heart, I know she’s mine. I know she was sent here to tempt me but what others may see as my weakness, my failure to fight against the devil, I see as my salvation.
I groan as I look at her bent over, holding herself in place only because she wishes to please me.
“Is that all?” She asks as I sweep my hand up her back, slipping under her jaw and draw her body slowly upward, her back to my chest, my lips on her neck.
“Is that all? You want more?”
Her breath stutters as I rub the warmth of her ass cheeks, then slip my hand down between her legs, the slick arousal streaming down her inner thighs as I glide my fingers higher until I hear her suck air between her teeth and I sink into the soaking heat.
“You’re dripping little dove.” I part her folds with my index finger, remembering how she tasted making me want to pound my chest with pride. Her wetness drips down my fingers filling my palm. “Seems you like our playtime. Now, it’s time to be honest, have you used your purple toy on this tight little cunt?”
It’s been years since I spoke with such profanity but right now, I feel more like myself than I have in a decade.
“I never got the chance, or I would have.”
“Is that so?” She’s rocking that insecure little brat again but I’ve got what she needs.
“You done with your punishment? Can I go now?” Her cheeks are ripe pink and her green eyes are sparkling.
“You gonna walk away with my fingers in your pussy?” I hold her throat in my hand as she starts to try to wiggle free.
“Sure, you get to walk away.”
I see now how she got under Hoover’s skin. She needs a strong hand, but one that cares too. One that loves.
I know I love her already. It just didn’t form in my brain as a full thought until right this second. I’ll do what’s good for her no matter what.
“That’s it.” I say. I don’t care about God or vows or…well, I do care about my mother, but if anyone in this world or any other wanted me happy it was her and this curvy little hellcat is what I want and God help me, I know she will make me happy if I can just fuck this attitude out of her.
“That’s what? Every time you get me all worked up, you leave. You have some other off the rails daughter of a senator chained in the dungeon somewhere? Some other cutie you use when you need to take the edge off? One that you can pick up and show off like a little Barbie Doll?”
Where the fuck is this coming from?
“Enough.” I keep my hand on her throat as she twists, shifting her feet with mine until I spin her around, sitting her bare assed on my lap in the velvet cushioned throne chair behind the alter staring out at the small prayer room, candles flickering. “I wouldn’t let any of them touch me. Ever. No matter what they offered, I didn’t want it. Never wanted it. Until you.”
“let me go. You can take your rules and shove them up your—” I slap my hand over her mouth, pulling the vibe out with my other hand and twist the on switch feeling it come to life in my hand.
Before she can really get herself in trouble, reach around her soft belly, down, down until I feel the wetness on the knuckle of my thump and find her clit with the tip of the vibrator.
The vibrator that is coated with my cum.
“You want to play? Let’s play.” I release my hand from her mouth as she takes a gasping breath, her body sinking against mine, her soft ass cradling my dick which is aching like a motherfucker behind my zipper.
“Oh God—” Her head drops back to my shoulder and I brush my lips on the shell of her ear.
“I’m going to be your god. Your lover. Your Daddy. Your biggest fan and your greatest protector.” I spread her knees apart with my other hand, moving the toy up and down through her folds as she starts to wiggle and churn on my lap. “You’re as untouched as they come baby. And, I’ll tell you a little secret. I’m going to be the man that takes this tight little pussy on its maiden voyage but what you don’t know is, you’ll be taking my dick on the same one.”
Her body stiffens as I rake my teeth down her neck making her moan.
“You’re? A…”
“My dick has never touched a woman. You’re going to be my first. I didn’t think I cared until you fucking walked into that baggage claim and lit me up.”
The warmth of her reddened ass heats up my crotch as her plump rear starts to writhe as I dig my teeth into her soft neck like a hungry animal going for the jugular.
Hoover and clearly her mother have no idea how to handle her. She needs more than just rules and I’m going to be the man to give it all to her.
“That, oh my God, please just don’t stop what your doing right there.”
“This?” I drag the vibe back to her clit, click the button on the side and it finds a new gear making her arch off my chest, her ass rubbing against my hard on making me nearly nut right there.
She turns her head, one arm flinging upward, hand finding my hair as her lust drenches my hand and her lips connect with mine.
Fuuuuck me, in that kiss I find salvation. What am I going to find when I’m balls deep in her hot little honey pot?
If there’s a better place than heaven, it’s going to be there.
“You know what it’s like not touching a woman for ten fucking years?” I growl as our lips separate, sweeping my free hand under her tank top, finding that heavy, mother earth flesh of her breast and squeezing as I work the vibe down to her opening, the thought the covert delivery of my seed into her body has me biting back my orgasm.
“Hard?” She says on a little giggle which turns into a hiss as I ease the tip of the little toy to her opening, just enough where the tightness pushes back leaving it there, pulsing gently, knowing she’s taking part of me inside her right now.
“Funny girl. It was fucking easy. I never fucking cared. I could have gone my whole fucking life without pussy again, until this one. You’ve got my dick on lock down and you don’t even know it. I’ve beat off until my hand cramped and I nearly rubbed the skin off my dick. What are you doing to me Kitty? Who am I? You and this pussy are on my mind twenty-four fucking hours a day. I’m losing my fucking mind.”
Her body stiffens, as I work my hand down from her tit to the heat between her legs, working my fingers on that hard button and I feel it grow.
I’ve not had the broadest experience with clits, but hers deserves a fucking metal. I can’t wait to get that hard little length of her in my mouth and suck it off like it deserves.
“Hump that ass against your daddy like a good girl. I’ve had a rough fucking day and I need relief. I’m going to nut baby, but not before I hear you moan for me. Not until you give me what I want. What you need.”
“You think you know what I need?” The mouthy little brat is back, still scared, still pushing. She tries to stand up, lifting her butt but I hold her down against my aching cock.
“I damn sure know what you need. Now give it to me.” My hands work down low, switching the tip of the vibrator to her clit again and shoving two fingers deep into her tight opening. I’m fucking and bucking against her ass, my forearms holding her hips down as my hands work in her wet heat.
“Ahh, damn it.” She curses, her head flinging side to side on my shoulder knocking against my ear sending a ringing sound into my skull.
I pump my fingers in and out, far enough to feel the grip of her unbreeched opening but not so far as to ruin ripping it from her body with my dick.
“Ask to come. You’re mine now, you will do as you are told. You want pleasure, ask for it. Say please…”
She growls, her body twisting and rubbing over my aching length. Fuck, I need to come.
With a growl, I work my finger and the vibrator until her body stills, she’s holding a breath, her fingers splayed on my forearms.
“Ask for it baby. Just ask.”
“Please. Yes, please God, I want to come, please can I come?”
“Fuck yes.” I bite into her neck which seems to give her all the permission she needs. The first gush of her release hits my fingers, then rushes down my knuckles and soaks my entire hand.
It’s more than I can take. “Humping your ass through my fucking pants is enough to make me die a happy fucking man.”
She bucks and twists, more liquid streaming from her body as she squirts in a drenching shower that I will never forget.
My heart is bashing around in my chest, as my balls seize up and I give up the fight and let myself go.
“You’re mine. Forever little dove. Mine, fucking mine.”
I roll my hips, Pumping and grinding until I’m blind with pleasure.
“You make Daddy so fucking happy baby. So fucking hard.”
The climax takes me by the throat as her body quivers against mine. I drop the toy, clutching her around her soft waist, loving every inch of her lush frame. Come shoots out of me with as much force as I’ve ever had. The orgasm from less than twenty minutes ago not dimming the blast off of this one as Kitty starts to melt against me. Her body soft and panting as I steady my breathing, kissing her cheek and realize, she’s unconscious.
“Kitty?” I sit her up, but she’s slack and boneless against me. “Fuck. Kitty!”
I pull and push until I’m out from under her, my sticky release flooding the fabric of my boxers. I’m lightheaded but she’s out.
Shit.
I lower my forehead to hers, willing my breath into her mouth in a kiss. Her lips warm, as she kisses me back, the tip of her tongue meeting mine and the world lights up again.
“Jesus.” I look to the ceiling. There’s about a thousand ways to interpret what just happened, but I leave that for later, easing her panties and shorts back up and into place, stowing the full baptized toy again in my inside pocket and scooping up pliant body into my arms, kicking open the door to the chapel and half running down the hall to her room.
Inside, I tuck her under the covers, grab a bottle of water from the closet and lift her head, holding it to her lips.
“Drink baby. You need to drink.”
She lets out a soft moan as the water breaks over her lips and I see her throat move as she swallows. “good girl.”
That scared the shit out of me. I can’t lose her, not now.
Somehow, I have to make this right. I never believed this could happen, but here it is. I’ve got a lot of fucking explaining to do but first, I need to get my life in order. There are things in motion that need finishing before I can give Kitty the life she deserves.
The life we deserve.
“Baby.” Her eyes roll forward, the pink on her cheeks returning. “You scared the fuck out of me.”
“That was intense.” She mutters on a wry smile.
I shake my head, hating what I have to tell her next, but now more than ever, I need to take care of business.
“You sleep. I’ll bring you back some dark chocolate and some electrolytes. Do not get out of this bed until I come back, do you understand me?”
She nods as I give her another sip of water then she lets out a sigh, her face in a twist. “These sheets and this blanket are third world.”
I look down, realizing I never took note before but I run my hand over the scratchy wool blanket and then, crumple the thin abrasive sheet in my hand.
My baby isn’t sleeping on this. “I’ve got a closet full of satin sheets and comforters and everything else that girls have brought with them then left behind. I’ll bring you a pile so you can pick what you want. But, I have to let you know, this evening after dinner, I’m leaving. For two days.”
She blinks, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “I’m sorry, it’s official church business. I can’t postpone. There’s a phone in an unused office at the end of the hall. I leave the door unlocked. I’ll call you in the morning before breakfast, then after chores and before bed. Don’t miss my call. Or, I’ll have to fly back and give that ass another lesson in following rules.”
“Promise or threat?” She smiles and those dimples light up my soul.
“Both baby. Both.”
“You could just give me my phone back.” She says, with a sheepish smile and my mind spins the deception that’s flowing under this situation between us needs to be handled, but my way. I need to control this narrative because loosing her now would fucking end me.
I scramble for an answer. “We will leave it on the table. If Nathalia catches you with it, she’s been known to toss contraband into the ocean. I don’t want it destroyed, so let’s leave it for now. When I get back, we will get it all figured out. For now, I don’t want to leave you in a situation that’s unpleasant baby. Just relax for a couple days, I’ll leave instructions with Nathalia on what you are to be doing and to pretty much leave you alone. In reflection.”
“I have some things to reflect on.” She chirps as the thought of secret gift on the vibrator makes me question my sanity.
“Good girl. Rest. I’ll bring back some new bedding. Then, I will be down for dinner, but I have to leave right after.”
I leave her half asleep, the thought of leaving her aches in my heart but more than ever, I need to handle the business that’s on the horizon. More now than ever to secure the future I want.
The new future I see.
I head down the hall to one of the storage rooms, grabbing the comforters and sheets, then returning to her room, peeling back the old ones and covering her in pink silk, tucking a new down pillow in a blue satin case under her head before heading to my office, leaving notes for Nathalia to let Kitty follow the schedule and not interfere unless absolutely necessary.
I leave instructions on the meals I want her to eat, the water she should drink and a general, don’t fuck with her vibe.
By the time I get back to her room, she’s snoring.
I leave her a Gatorade and a brick of Danish Dark chocolate from my private stash in my office on her bedside table. Lean down and kiss her forehead, my chest tight, hoping there’s a way through this maze and a life I never knew I wanted.
