His Possession

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HIM

She was really cute walking away annoyed. Really cute.

Her pale blonde her swished and swayed in the slight breeze from the window, and her little ass went side to side seductively as she stalking away. It was unknowingly provocative.

Liz. It was short and sensual, not cute like she was. I liked seeing the annoyance in her grey eyes as I called her Lizzie. Lizzie suited her.

"Dex, who was that?" Amelia, the one Liz had scared the shit out, asked.

I stared into her misty blue eyes. "Why? You were the one who was being a little shit to her."

She muttered beneath her breath about something about rich assholes, but I ignored it and focused on the others. "Do you have anything to say, littles?"

They all shook their heads, muttered a 'no, sir' and looked down at the table. I wasn't a Daddy Dominant but my best friend, Gail, asked me to watch them for a while and Amelia just welcomed herself.

I wasn't into the lighter side of BDSM. I could be a sadist if needed to be or a Master, just not a Daddy Dom. It was too... soft for my tastes.

I needed absolute domination over my subs, harsh punishments that would definitely make sure they would never do it again. Most subs didn't understand or want that and mostly asked for a lighter Dom.

I could be light-hearted and smile, but there wouldn't ever be lightness in punishments, I didn't allow it.

I looked at little Lizzie as she served other customers. Her small, lean body went to place to place fluently. Like I called her, she was like a little faerie.

She was wearing skinny, black jeans that moulded her legs to perfection, and a three quarter shirt that came off the shoulders.

I saw other men appreciating her body and wanted to growl at them. MINE. But I simply meet their eyes and stared until they were so uncomfortable they didn't look from their food.

She was going to be my little faerie if it was the last fucking thing I do. She had no choice in the matter, her fate was sealed when she didn't take Amelia's shit.

I tip the cap down my face, then ate a bit of the pastry that was left. It was sweet and tangy, lemon.

"Are you going to make her your little girl, Daddy Dexter?" Daniela, wearing a cat mask, asked.

I grinned widely. "Sweetie, she won't even know what hit her."