Her very first punishment.

I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was.

We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train.

I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it.

“I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts.

She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself.

Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself.

The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids coming out of their suits, I subtly pulled the heel of her shoes back as she took her feet up to take a step. The effect was massive and satisfying.

She lost her footing and was going to fall on her face. I wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her back. She fell totally against me, her perfectly round ass whose shape was well defined by the dress she wore fell against my crotch.

It was a plan that backfired.

“Looks like you’re still not good in heels after all,” I muttered, salvaging the little glory I had.

She was shocked by the unexpected accident but managed to say, “Thanks.”

“We have no time to waste, hurry.” I snapped, holding her fingers more firmly as I increased my pace, pulling her behind me.

I had pushed the open remote in my hand just before we got to the door, so it opened right on time.

“Where are the things Chloe brought in this morning?” I sighted the brand bag on the bed and did not wait for a reply before I went to it and pulled out the box that had been lying abandoned inside it.

“Here.” I handed it over to her.

She looked so out of breath, that she sat on the bed and took three steady inhalations before she finally replied to me.

“That’s not my phone.”

“It is now,” I answered curtly, as she didn’t take it for my hand, I opened it right in front of her brought the sleek glass screen out, and handed it to her. “I’ve installed everything you would need there, including my number, I wouldn’t be too far from you but if I were Chloe would very much be close, call Chloe for anything important, and call me only for emergencies.”

“Alright, but I want my phone back too.”

“I trashed it,” I replied coldly. I hated how she kept referring to that trash when there was something worth much more right in front of her face. It was annoying.

“What? Why? Where? I need it.” She screamed.

I snapped.

How dare she question me?

“Did you just raise your voice at me? Question me?” I asked, my voice and words were weapons I knew how to wield well. The words were deadly and cold.

She fell silent immediately. I could see the tiny tremor that ran all over her body as she realized that she had broken the greatest rule.

She opened her mouth, and no words came out. Instead, her lips trembled as she struggled to find words.

I decided to put her mouth to good use as words had failed them.

“Go on your knees, Emily,” I growled.

A greater tremor ran through her as she fell to her knees. She went on all fours in front of me. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t hurt my father.” She was trembling.

I hated this weakness of hers, how quick she was to cry. I was going to make her strong, to make her able to face the world and show no fear, but first, she would kneel to me, fear, and worship me. When I was done, she would be a warrior to the world but would always fear me.

The thought made my heart swell and brought a rush to my veins, satisfaction already seeping into my bloodstream.

The sight of her on all fours brought the image of me taking her like this, just going behind her, lifting that little gown and grabbing those ass cheeks before burying my cock into her hilt deep. That would be for another day. Today I needed something else.

“I didn’t ask you to crawl Emily, Kneel up.” I snarled at her. Her trembling didn’t seize as she raised her head and came face to face with a boner.

Now I was aroused beyond return and she was going to take care of it. Her eyes widened as she saw the bulge in my pants.

“Now undo my belt,” I said quietly. The strength of a command wasn’t in how loud it was ordered.

Her hands trembled slowly as she brought it up. At this point, disobeying or questioning where not an option for her.

Only obedience. I deserved total obedience.

Waiting for her was driving me crazy but it was a feeling I was used to, the wait was always worth it.

My cock seemed to get harder when her hands brushed against it as she worked on my belt. She jumped at the contact, giving me more ideas on how to break her completely.

When the belt opened, she looked up at me, I could see on her face her hope that it stopped here but we both knew it didn’t.

My pants now hung loose on my hips; I had thought I was used to this feeling of waiting but the innocence in her eyes was driving me crazy.

My briefs were not visible. She was so close my dick would touch her face if I moved loser. It wasn’t a temptation I was willing to resist.

I brushed my hard-on slightly over her chin. Her eyes slid shut. The only thing that could take my thrill a step up was if I could read her thoughts. A detailed explanation of how she felt right now. Scared? Aroused?

“Free it,” I commanded.