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Disha woke up to the loud ringing of her phone. She groggily reached over to her nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she picked it up. The screen displayed a name that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Daddy..." Calling...
With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she answered the call. "Yes, Daddy," she said, her voice carrying a note of desperation.
On the other end was Jason Moretti, the notorious bigshot of New York's underworld. He had been fucking Disha for a year and a half now. Their relationship was anything but conventional. Jason had met Disha at her wedding, but he had been watching her for a long time, fascinated by her presence as one of the most alluring supermodels in the industry. Now, she was entirely under his control, his slut, his sub.
"I'm coming over tonight," Jason stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Disha's heart skipped a beat. "Yes... but today is my anniversary, Daddy. Rehaan will surely be planning some surprise for me," she said, her voice laced with concern.
There was a long silence from Jason's end, and a cold fear gripped her. She knew she had made a mistake. "I'm sorry, Daddy... I'm sorry... Please come to me as soon as possible," she quickly corrected herself.
"Good girl," he finally said, his voice smooth. "Wear the red one today." And with that, he hung up the phone.
Disha sat on the edge of the bed, her mind racing. She knew she had to obey him. There was no choice. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out the red lingerie he had mentioned. It was a lacy, seductive piece that barely covered her modesty. Slipping into it, she felt a familiar mix of shame and excitement. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her body.
Her thoughts drifted back to how it all began. Jason had approached her at her wedding with Rehaan, a confident smirk playing on his lips. He had watched her for months, captivated by her beauty and allure on the runway. Flattered and intrigued, she had allowed herself to be drawn into his world, not fully understanding the dark depths of his desires. Before she knew it, she was ensnared in his web of dominance, her life forever changed.
The sound of the doorbell brought her back to reality. Her heart pounded as she walked to the door, knowing who awaited her on the other side. Opening it, she found Jason standing there, his presence overwhelming the room.
"Happy anniversary," he said mockingly, his eyes raking over her body.
Disha lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.
Jason's hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes, Daddy," she replied, her voice trembling.
He smirked, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Good. Now, show me how much."
Disha dropped to her knees, her hands moving to undo his belt. She could feel his eyes on her, the intensity of his gaze making her skin tingle. As she pulled down his pants, his erection sprang free, already hard and throbbing.
