I've never been materialistic - I have very few possessions, and even fewer that I honestly care for particularly. But at the same time... I am greedy. What's mine is mine, simple as that. My little princess didn't need a lot of time to learn that. It barely required a lesson. She said it was evident in everything, without words; the way I held her, the way I bit her, the way I snarled her little name with such conviction. And she was not bothered by this... on the contrary; she rather seemed to enjoy it. With giggles and slightly labored breath, she confessed on more than one occasion that she felt a
need
for that level of me; she craved to be gripped tightly the way I gripped her, to feel the heat and the power in each motion and word. There were times where she felt it imperative to be reminded she was mine, and I was willing to oblige her in such a state.
On one particular occasion, she came to me feeling drained and exhausted. Each message she sent me was deplete of her usual vigor, and I could tell before she even said anything my little girl was feeling the weight of the world again. When things got tiresome as this, she confessed, the only thing she wanted was to be able to feel certain of something. And when I assured her she could be certain of me, she sent me a simple request;
"Show me, Daddy. Please? I need to know..."
"Know what?" I responded, pausing a moment before adding "Be a big girl and use your words."
"I need to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm Yours," she sent back after a bit of a pause. I could practically taste her desperate frustration through the text, and in my mind's eye envisioned her squirming and rubbing her thighs together as her pussy began to ache for attention. "I need it, so badly... I need to feel like Daddy's good little slut. I need to feel so owned it's like anyone who looks at me knows I'm Yours."
"Better," I sent back. "Now, since you've been so well-behaved... Daddy has a treat for you."
My next message contained a simple set of instructions - she was to harness-bind herself tightly with the set of ropes I'd used on her when we first became intimate, put her clothes on over that (outfit picked by yours truly of course, and lacking undergarments), then head to a nearby strip mall to meet me. She'd seemed a bit disappointed I wouldn't be giving her a treat in person, but more than a little enthusiastic too. About 30 minutes into her assignment, she sent me a text full of little hearts and smiley faces saying how deliciously naughty she felt. She called me as she reached a little department store, speaking in cute little hushed tones about how some of the staff there kept giving her second glances.
"They know you're different," I said back, smiling as the words curled from my lips. Something about speaking to her, especially with authority, made my voice feel practically serpentine in my own damn mouth and I loved it. "They can feel the heat from you, you know. They can smell it on you - the scent of owned little princess-bitch in heat."
I heard a clatter that sounded like hangers being mangled in the background accidentally as she briefly faltered her grip from my words. The surge of sick pride was almost ludicrously rich. "D-d-Daddy~" she muttered out plaintively. "Not fair. You're making me even more tingly down there..."
"I never said I'd be fair, little girl," I said. It wasn't a cold statement, or a cruel one -it was simple and matter-of-fact. "The sweet little place between your legs is mine, and I will make it drip and ache and throb for me whenever it pleases me to do so."
Her breath caught in her throat, a stifled moan. I imagine the feeling that rushed through me at that point was not far from the sensation of a shark picking up blood in the water. I pressed the advantage.
"And not just there... everywhere. I own every pretty fuckin' inch of you, don't I baby doll?"
"Mmmph... Y-yes, Daddy..." she half-groaned back into the receiver. I could practically picture the little quiver in her left thigh as she struggled to both stand upright and keep her needy, greedy little hands off her heated flesh.
"Mine to do with as I please, aren't you? Any time, any place, any way that I choose?"
"Yesssssss~"
"Then I'd suggest you turn around, sweets."
She spun like a twist-off cap, eyes wide as a buffet plate a piece as she saw me less than 5 feet away, smirking at her with phone in hand. Those arms shot forth like twin coiled snakes and for a second I wasn't sure if she wanted to embrace me because she'd missed me or squeeze the life from me for making her this damp between the thighs. The hug she gave was somewhere in-between, and I returned the favor with one of those sweet, loving innocent hugs that changed drastically when my hands instinctively found her ass and squeezed as I pulled her in for one of those oxygen-stealing kisses.
