City Of Need

🔥9 ❤️‍🔥 Hunt

Jack

Seventeen minutes late. Seventeen fucking minutes. I told her five. She's been twenty-two.

She wanders onto the kitchen, not a care in the world.

'Five minutes to shower and then we could have eaten breakfast like civilized people.' My voice is icy and makes her freeze.

'I didn't think you actually meant five minutes.'

'How long were you?'

She shrugs her shoulders, 'Six?'

'Twenty-two. That means you are seventeen minutes late. Now why would you keep me waiting seventeen minutes Little Doll.'

She grins. Bounces her curls into a ponytail and started out of the window.

'Are you trying to make me unhappy, Little Doll?'

That gets her. She swings towards me, her eyes wide, 'No,' she gasps. 'No Daddy. I'm sorry.'

Jesus, this girl. Her submissive tendencies are so strong, even when she's being a brat. Unfortunately her brattish tendencies work the other way too.

'Oh, Roxy. Such a shame. I had so many plans for you this morning. Now everything has changed.'

'Oh. You're going to leave?'

'No Darling. I'm not going to leave. I'm going to start your training. Now you sit here like a good girl while I go down to the basement and get everything ready.'

Her face drops. She's scared of that basement. I have no idea why, but I'm determined to get her over her fear of it. Even if I have to punish her in it to do that. I can't have her living in a house she's afraid of.

She sits at the table in the kitchen and picks at the croissant.

'Eat.'

'I'm not really hungry,' she whines.

'Eat,' I say in a stricter tone.

She starts to eat, staring at the  table. She really must be scared if she's not answering back.

I walk out of the kitchen and everything in me just wants to hold her and tell her it will all be ok. But that's not how it works. Not with a woman like Roxy. If there's no fear there will be no learning and she needs to learn more about herself. Her fear and her desire, in order to overcome whatever obstacles are holding her back.

The stairs down to the basement are hard wood. I flick the light at the bottom of the stairs and take a look around. The place is immaculate, functional and scrupulously clean. I open draws to see what they contain, check switches on the walls to see what they do and pull the chains on the ceiling to make sure they've been put in properly.
Everything is well made. Jemima clearly knows her stuff. I have everything I need here. It's time.

I walk back up the stairs and into the kitchen. She's not here.

'Roxy,' I call in a sing song voice, as I move from room to room. 'Come out, come out. It's time to play.'

I follow her scent into the bedroom. The demon inside me sensing the hunt, gets stronger. I must keep it contained. I must not scare her too much. I see a crack of light under the wardrobe door.

'Got you,' I say as I swing the door open and grab her. Then lift her over my shoulders and take her back to the living room as she screams and shouts and kicks her legs.

'You're pretty strong for such a tiny doll,' I say as I set her down in the living room.

'I'm not going into the basement,' she yells.

'Yes you are Little Doll. Now you have two choices. Be a good little doll and you can walk down the stairs. Or be a brat and I'll make you crawl down them.'

She calms a bit and it gives me the opportunity to take the collar from my pocket. I had it delivered to the croissant shop this morning. I know the designer. There are many downsides to being in a band and everyone knowing your name, but it also has its uses. When called the designer I didn't expect him to laser the collar with the name of my choosing and get it over to me within the hour. But, much to my delight, he did. He personally delivered it to me. Which was a nice touch.

But now, standing here with Roxy kneeling at my feet, I'm wondering if I'm jumping the gun. She's clearly a handful. She might not appreciate being collared by a man she met last night. But no courage no honor...

'Roxy, have something for you.' I hold up the dark tan, leather collar, with "Little Doll," lasered into it.

Her eyes go wide as she stares at it, and then they start to sparkle, all hazel hues and flecks of gold. Fuck...she's beautiful. I'd walk a thousand miles for one of her smiles, and turn into a complete cliche while I'm doing it.

'It's beautiful Daddy. I love it. Thank you,' she says.

She inclines her head and I wrap the collar around her neck. Buckling it at the back. Then I take the matching leash from the other pocket. The chain jingles as I slide my hand through matching tan leather loop, and let the chain sway in front of her.

She immediately sits a little straighter and lengthens her neck.

I click the leash to the collar and notice her chest rising and falling under her over sized shirt. Leaning down I stroke her face and say, 'Now are you ready to go into the basement with me? I'll hold your leash the entire time and keep you safe.'

'Yes Daddy,' she says immediately.

'Don't you mean, "Yes please, Daddy"?'

She huffs loudly. She can't help herself. I give her a stern look and she repeats, "Yes please Daddy.' In a tone that doesn't thrill me. She's pushing all my buttons and I want to train this dismissive shit out of her as soon as possible. She's going to be hard work but I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. She is oh, so, worth it.

I yank her lead suddenly and she yelps.

'Don't push it Little Doll,' I growl. 'Now you're going to crawl down those stairs...'