Hush little baby

Chapter 20

  I laid in the bed after following "master" around all day. He had me sit on his lap whenever he sat, he had me only speak when he gave me directions to. He made me organize his piles of paper, and he kept tugging, and tugging on the dang collar.

At first I wouldn't listen to him, that got me a lot of new bruises. Let's just say I quickly learned my lesson.

No matter what I do I can't stop thinking about daddy, and the more I think about daddy, the more I lose hope that he's coming to save me.

What if he already has another little? What if he already forgot about me, the memories of us a fragment in the back of his mind. It's been a week, and every day feels like a month.

My chest felt heavy, and my head was spinning. I curled up into a ball on the hard, uncomfortable bed and sobbed. The tears came flooding out like someone turned the faucet on.

My door then slammed open, and I jumped up startled.

"Candy." I looked up and looked immediately back down, trying not to look into "masters" cold eyes.

"Wipe your tears, you look pathetic when you cry." I quickly wiped my tears, trying to hold back the flood that's coming out of my eyes.

"Look at you, you ruined your clothes! They're covered in wrinkles, and it's not straight!" I tried to straighten my shirt, tugging at the bottom of it.

"And look at your hair, it's a mess!" I ran my hands over my hair, trying to straighten it and tame it.

"And your face is tear stained and puffy!" I bit my lip, still looking down.

"Straighten up! What you are done I will be right outside your door, so hurry up. I don't have much patients." He closed the door, but I could still hear his breaths outside of it.

I walked over to the mirror, wiping my face of any stray tears. Then I opened the door to get a new set of clothes out.

I slipped into another pair of overly short white shorts, and a white button up. I tucked in the white button up into the shorts, as I got scolded for not doing so this morning.

  I straightened my collar, and brushed my hair. I breathed in deeply, slowly walking towards the door almost as if I thought that if I took long enough he would just walk away.

  When I opened the door he was standing there with an annoyed look on his face.

  "Took you long enough." I quickly nodded my head in apology, looking down at our feet.

  "So, you've been here a week. And I, graciously held back for a week with my urges." I gulped, not knowing where this was going.

  "Well I think it's finally time that you fulfill your duties of pleasing me." My breath hitched, as I knew what he was talking about, but I hoped I was wrong.

  "I'll start off easy, something simple. It'll progress over time." A tear rolled down my cheek, and hit the marble floor.
 
  "Oh hush it up. You should be honored, you should be grateful!" Believe me, I'm anything but that.

   "Say thank you!" I didn't say anything, and just clutched my fists.

  "I said say thank you, you ungrateful pig!" He slapped me so hard I fell to the floor.

  "SAY IT!" My crying got harder, and I couldn't see as my vision was clouded with tears.

  "Th-th" I hiccuped, trying to get up.

  He kicked me back down, holding me down with his foot.

  "FUCKING SAY THANK YOU GOD DAMMIT!"

  "Th-Thank y-you-you." He took his foot off of me and let me get up.

  "You fucking should be grateful." He turned around and pulled on the leash so hard it made me gag. I ran to keep up with him.

  We walked down the hall to a room, which I'm assuming is his.

  He closed the door behind us, and locked it. Turning towards me he had a look in his eyes that made me want to run far away.

  "On your knees now." I did as I was told.

  He walked towards me and unzipped his pants.

  "You are to give me a blow job for now, later I will be much more rough with you, and I'll expect you to do more." I wanted to puke, and tears were still flowing.

  "What are you waiting for! DO IT!" He grabbed my hair, and forced himself into my mouth.

  He kept thrusting, and I kept choking. I closed my eyes tight. Trying my best not to think about what is happening right now.

  He grabbed my hair harder. Thrusting again and releasing into my mouth. I spit it out immediately.

  "Did I tell you to spit it out!" He slapped me again.

  "Next time you swallow. Every. Last. Bit. Understand?" He yanked me by my hair.

  "Y-yes."

  "Yes what."

  "Yes master..."

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  When I got into my room I immediately broke down. I felt nauseous and disgusting. I felt like I betrayed daddy.

  I clawed at my mouth, trying to erase what happened.

  I slumped into the bed, pulling the covers over my head.

  "Daddy... please.. where are you." With that my eyes dropped closed, and I prayed that this would all just be a dream, but I knew that it was all too real.

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This was more of a fill in chapter. It will pick up next chapter.