The Daddy Dom

Part 19: You Had It Coming, Lil Girl

When he returned home his demeanor was wracked with irritation. The day had not played out as planned; a primary project had been given a decisively negative review, he knew he would be facing consequences. His thoughts were not focused.

He slipped quietly into the house and hung his jacket in the wardrobe, pouring himself a glass of scotch. He scanned the adjourning rooms for Charlotte. She was probably in her room. He downed what was in the glass and headed upstairs.

Quietly he turned the knob to Charlotte's room and opened the door. She was nestled on the window sill in a lavender sweater and her underwear, reading.

She hadn't heard him come up and was surprised by his sudden appearance. She sat upright on the sill and put the book aside, turning to place her bare feet on the thickly carpeted ground.

He closed the door behind him and turned back to look at her.

"Come here, Charlotte." he demanded roughly, nodding towards the space in front of him. Charlotte moved forward tentatively, disconcerted by the harshness of his tone and the unperturbed look in his eyes. She came closer in the hopes of finding comfort in an embrace, but instead he placed his hand on her shoulder and steered her toward the bed, pushing her down so that she was seated at the end of the mattress.

"I've had a rather difficult day, and I would like some diversion to lighten my mood." He kissed her forehead.

Charlotte looked away and placed her hands between her thighs.

"You're afraid."

She shrugged lightly but gave no further reaction.

He took her chin in his hand and turned her face towards his, so that she was forced to look at him. "Well, little girl, if you aren't going to help me make this easier for you I just might decide to follow through with little to no regard for your preferences." He looked at her pointedly. Charlotte didn't reply and, again, made the mistake of looking away out of uneasiness.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back, once again turning her face slowly toward his, Charlotte let out a slight gasp of shock.

"Turn away one more time and I'll hurt you" he said with a firm tone.

"Why are you angry with me?" she asked, her voice high-pitched and scared from the force with which her head was being held in place.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm not angry with you, I'm just exercising my right to do with you as I like." He let go of her hair and gripped her throat, pushing her down onto the bed and leaning over her. He placed his right hand on one of her breasts and began to fondle it roughly, squeezing the nipples repeatedly through the thick fabric of her sweater. "You're not in any position to make decisions -" he kissed her left breast through her clothing.

"You're hurting me!" Charlotte whined, trying to cover her breasts with her hands.

"You don't tell Daddy how to handle your breasts, little girl. I'll squeeze those soft nipples until they are tender and sore if I want to."

And that was the first time the term 'Daddy' had ever fallen in their brief time together.