Lying on her back, her legs pulled almost up to her chest and spread wide apart, she rubbed her clit slowly and gently. She was teasing herself, like she knew he would do, and was making him watch.
Patrick finished making his food and thought about leaving the room. He knew he should have, but the way she looked at him was intoxicating. There was no hint of shyness or adorable coyness; it was bold and seductive and womanly. She was trying to seduce him, without really seeming to care whether it would work or not.
Watch me, I dare you is what she was really saying.
So Patrick watched her, leaning back against the kitchen counter while he ate his sandwich. His face gave nothing away, but the eye contact he made with Violet told her to continue.
His little girl wasn’t teasing herself any more. With her legs in the air and spread wide, he could see her pussy, pink and inviting. She propped her torso up and rested her weight on one of her arms, her legs still held up off the floor so she rested on just her buttocks. Her free hand rubbed faster and faster at her clit, and occasionally she would stop to shove two fingers deep inside herself. She threw her head back, pushing her perky breasts out as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her body against her hand as hard as she could.
Patrick watched her intently and with focus, trying to ignore the raging erection pressing up against his jeans while he made the effort to memorise the movements she was making in order to achieve her orgasm.
He smirked as her toes curled and she fell onto her back again, her climax just beginning. She was breathless at first, using one hand to rub herself and another hand to fill herself. It only took a moment for the moaning to return, high and loud.
“Oh, God!!” She yelled through her moans, her eyes shut tight and her back arched as she squirmed naked on the floor.
Patrick decided to put his erection to good use, and fed her his cum again once she had come down from her orgasm.
Violet began to deteriorate quickly after that night. She remained silent for the next two days, unable to hold a thought for long enough to speak it out loud.
On the final evening, Patrick leaned against the counter smoking a cigarette. Violet had taken to intense fits of sobbing, which all ended with half-hour-long panic attacks where she tugged desperately at her collar and screamed that she couldn’t breathe. This tended to be followed by hours of blank-faced staring into space, and during these periods she didn’t even seem to notice that he had entered the room.
He wasn’t surprised that she had stopped speaking to him – after this point, all of the submissives he had trained remained silent until he finally spoke to them again. They realised there was no point.
It was night time when Patrick decided to release his daughter. He did it without a single word, simply standing over her and unlocking the padlocks that secured her there. She was silent too, and her gaze was downcast. Perfect, he thought.
Violet wobbled at first, feeling extremely lightheaded from the lack of nutrition, but her father steadied her effortlessly and guided her towards the sink where he gave her a warm soapy wash – she had pissed herself again despite having the bucket right next to her, but he didn’t know whether she had noticed it or not. Violet remained silent and stunned, as he thought she would.
“Daddy saw you have an accident,” he said softly.
Violet nodded, staring down at the floor as he wiped the back of her legs with a sponge.
“Did you forget about your bucket? That’s okay, puppy – these things happen. Nothing I haven’t seen before, remember?”
Violet felt dazed as her father led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He was being nice again. She went through the motions, putting one leg in front of the other until they turned a corner and she found herself in his room again.
He sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. The difference between them was stark; he was fully clothed and well-presented from work, clean from his shower in the morning, and still smelling of the cologne he had sprayed on. She was naked, shivering, filthy and broken. She felt worthless.
Patrick pulled her close to him and wrapped the covers around her body, rubbing her legs and arms quickly up and down with his hands to try and warm her up. He planted light kisses all along her jawline, up her cheeks, her nose and her forehead while he rocked her back and forth. He needed to let her know that the punishment was over now, and as long as she had learned a lesson from it everything would be fine.
He cupped her face in his hand gently and made her look up at him.
“It’s okay now, I’m here,” he whispered.
“I don’t want you to leave me on my own,” Violet said, her bottom lip trembling and tears filling her eyes.
God, he loved it when she cried. Aroused by the vulnerability of her, he reached down and rubbed her clit as he spoke to her, inserting a finger and moving it back and forth inside her. It was a snug fit; she hadn’t had time to get wet.
“I’m not going anywhere now, puppy. I think you’ve learnt your lesson, haven’t you?”
She nodded, not saying a word.
Patrick enjoyed how shy and coy she had become, and how dependent she seemed on him. He knew now that he had managed to break her down, and he could build her back up whichever way he wanted. The thought of it made his cock harden even more.
He pulled his shirt off over his head, and she immediately began kissing his chest frantically as though she could have worshipped him. He unbuckled his trousers and she tugged them down quickly without any requesting, and reached into his boxers, using both of her tiny hands to rub his shaft expertly.
Patrick stripped fully and leaned over her, holding his weight up on his arms. Underneath him, Violet rubbed and rocked herself against him, her hands fluttering over his bare chest, his taut biceps and scratching at his back and his shoulders as he kissed her neck.
She cried some more when the head of his cock finally pressed against her hole and then deeper into her pussy. She wrapped around him snugly, and he could hear himself swearing under his breath.
Violet could feel herself shaking underneath her daddy. The week had been a difficult one, and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about him other than knowing she depended on him now. She had to do as she was told unless she wanted to be chained up again, and leaving definitely didn’t feel like much of an option. She knew she was sobbing as he moved his shaft in and out of her, but she couldn’t control the range of emotions she was feeling and it seemed to be turning him on. He pulled at her hair and slapped her face one minute, and then stroked her cheek and murmured sweet things into her ear the next – both of them a confused tangle of bodies.
He stuck his thumb into her mouth while he adjusted himself onto his knees, knowing he could fuck her faster from this angle. His pace quickened and Violet sucked on his thumb for what felt like dear life as she took the pounding.