My daddy's Master

Chapter Twenty seven

~Vivian~

The drive home seemed longer than the drive to that club. Saying my mind is all over the place is an understatement. The story that master told me literally broke my heart. It really hurts knowing that I've disappointed him so much. "She failed to please her master and was deemed a failure ."  Those words ring in my head over and over again getting louder each time.

I glance at Duncan for a moment. I know he can see me looking and I want him to see how hurt I am. Why am I feeling this way? Why do I want his forgiveness so much? More questions haunt me the more I look at him. I decide that's only making me feel worse then opt for looking out the  window.

The area begins to become familiar as we near home. His and Sir's. I live there too but I don't deserve to. I failed to please him. I failed the only responsibility I had in this house.The wetness in my eyes builds the closer we get to home. Home. Sir's car is packed neatly outside. He was the one calling me earlier. I hung up on him before I even saw who it was.

Duncan packs his car beside Sir's. I quickly open my door before he could do it for me. I feel so weak right now but he doesn't have to see that. He doesn't have to see me cry. Again. I make my way to the door. I can hear Sir singing inside. He's probably making dinner. I open the door and rush past the kitchen so he doesn't see my face. "Hey, why did you disconnect the call..."I sprint to my room before he finished what he was saying.

As soon as the door to my room closes, the water works begin. I'm so confused right now. My feelings are...so confusing. I could head distant murmers from the other room. I continue to cry my confused out as i plot ways to make things better. Better to being a good girls.

At this moment my praise kink has become my worst enemy. It had also become my source of motivation. A big pile of contradiction if you ask me but that's that. As my brain continues to plot, someone softly knocks on the door I've slid down on. My brain screams at me to keep quit and the person would eventually go away.

Does my heart listen? Nope. The confused jit convinces me that this is my opportunity to rectify myself. Am i convinced? Most definitely because i find myself righting myself before i open the door. My daddy is the person behind my door. The feeling of disappointment takes residence in my heart.

My hopes slowly die as i look him over. He also looks disappointed... Guilty. " Can i come in?" he asks. Which i found rather... Confusing. Everything is confusing me today. I nod and step aside. Usually he'd just budge in and make demands like the pain he is. I internally tisk myself for thinking that my Daddy is a pain. He'd have my ass over his knee if he knew.

"I'm sorry," he says as soon as his ass is on my bed. I look at him like he grew a second head. He takes note of my questioning look and nods. Probably to himself because I'm lost. "I'm the person who called you," he finally elaborates. That jerks me out of my confused state and tears sting my already tear wracked eyes.

He stands to come closer to me and i close the reast of the distance. Sobs wreck my body as my pride shakes its head at me. I borrow deeper into his chest as i mentally flip my pride off. He is the cause of the wreckage inside me after all. Its only fair that he be the one to comfort me.

I'll kill him later for this though, as i plot some more.