Authors note: Every character on this story is over the age of 18 and while there is talk of the past no sexual shenanigans went on with any person under the age of 18. Thank you once again to my copy editor LaRascasse who, has made his life's work to kill every semi colon he sees in my writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
~ellie
Calliope and Padraic had spent the remainder of Friday and all of Saturday wrapped up in each other. She became more confident in assuming the little girl role he placed upon her in the security and affection he gave her freely, even when she was naughty. Callie pushed the boundaries of her role within this strange relationship, still trying to understand it fully.
Callie had spent her adolescence feeling unloved and unwanted. Once turned eighteen and became an adult on paper, if not in everyone's eyes or fantasies, she had used sex as a means to get what she wanted, or manipulate the men in her life. Her new Daddy said she had him wrapped around her little finger, but he did not let her get away with anything. She could not manipulate him or push him around or even wheedle and pout to get her own way. Callie smiled to herself, even when she was naughty, she could feel his love and desire for her, not that she could use it in anyway.
The idea of sex as love, in a give and take relationship was new and unsettling to Calliope. Her Daddy could make a spanking so filled with pleasure, but he could also make it a punishment. It wasn't the same with sex, whether gentle love making or harsh sex filled with pain and pleasure she always felt his love and desire. Sex with Daddy was never manipulative or a means to an end. It was, however, always blissfully orgasmic.
Padraic was not known as a patient man. He was, to most people who knew him, an exacting perfectionist. He liked order and control in his world and the girl who had stolen his heart was nothing but chaos. Part of him longed for the total control over her he demanded in all other areas of his life, but a different side to him loved her sassiness, her infectious giggle, her imaginative creativity and her intelligence. Although he found his patience tested often, when she sat on his lap and stroked his neck and called him 'Daddy', he knew he had lost most battles.
He looked at the girl kneeling in the corner listening to her half hearted sobs. Padraic checked his watch again finding it difficult to leave her there but determined to make a point. He looked back at his computer screen to distract himself from the little girl he adored.
Callie sobbed, the corner was new and she did not like it. Nor did she like the gag he had placed in her mouth and buckled around her head after tying her hands so she could not remove it. To anyone who saw her it would look like Callie was sucking on a pacifier, but resting on her tongue was a short penis shaped dildo that she sucked on every time she had to swallow and kept her mouth held open so drool welled up and spilled out if she didn't suck on it.
Peeking over her shoulder Callie saw her Daddy at his desk working and ignoring her as she sat in the corner making her cry again and relive the moment where the old Callie had reared up and argued with Daddy. He had sent her the daily chores by email again. She was reading a particularly lurid BDSM story of a Daddy and little girl when her hand had drifted down to her aching pussy and she had played a little as she read until she was startled by his growl, "What are you doing baby?"
"It's just the story was so..." Callie was lost for words.
"You don't do that baby unless Daddy gives you permission," his voice was still a growl and she couldn't work out if he was aroused or cranky.
"It's my body, Daddy. I know it best," she countered.
Padraic's eyebrows shot up, "No baby, you belong to me now, your heart, your mind and your body. Rule two: Daddy knows best."
"You don't own me like a toy or a car. It's my body. I can touch it," she watched as he reached into his desk and pulled out the temporary contract she signed.
"I told you to read this well," Padraic stormed. "I have all rights over your body and your welfare over every part of your existence and you agreed, little girl." He waved the contract before her as he got up from his desk and walk toward her.
Feeling trapped the old Callie came out fighting, "You fucking bastard. You don't care about me at all I am just another thing to own and use as you wish. What a fucking stupid bitch I was to believe anyone cared about me. Well here it is," Callie put both legs up on her desk spreading them wide exposing her pussy to him. "Use it before I get locked up. You probably had no intention of keeping me out of jail anyway."
After all he had done for her and all they had shared in the last days Padraic saw red. Throwing the contract away he picked her up bodily as she fought futilely against him and dragged her to his desk, throwing her face down onto it. Opening the chest he had brought from the playroom he cuffed and tied her hands behind her back as she screamed obscenities at him like she had the first day he had brought her to his home.
Reaching down to grasp and ankle of her kicking legs he applied a cuff with a short chain and connected to the cuffs on her wrists, doing the same with the other ankle. Both panting heavily from their exertions he pulled her from his desk to kneel at his feet, the cuffs and chains binding her in that position. Looking down on her with a face full of thunder he slapped her cheek, "Open your potty mouth now!"
Callie knew what was coming and kept her head down and her mouth closed but Padraic was relentless, he grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head back slapping her cheek with the other hand, "Open your whorish potty mouth now!"
Callie cried out and his piss flowed into her mouth and down her chest, "Swallow," he said hoarsely.
