His To Control

Staring at his legs she knew he was going to punish her. Her pu**y warmed under his intense gaze. She wanted to give up her control. Daisy knew she needed to feel comfort in something. She moved to him and lay over his knees.

One of his hands went across her back to keep her secure. Daisy was aware of her rounder stomach. All the chocolate chip ice cream she’d been eating lately had begun to take its toll on her body. Her ass was probably the size of an elephant’s. She cringed, wondering what William thought of her.

“This dress is far too revealing. Next time, I want you to wear something that covers your body.”

“Why?”

Whack.

She cried out from the pain, but then she felt the warmth spread over her ass. The sensation went straight to her clit. A moan escaped her lips, and the pleasure shocked her to her core.

“You’re so responsive,” he said. His hand caressed her butt. She felt embarrassed at how she was displayed. What would people think if they saw her like this? “I’m going to spank this ass another eleven times. I don’t like dealing with odd numbers, Daisy. I think you deserve twelve for the liquor you’ve wasted and for your cocky attitude. Agreed?”

Did she agree? How would she feel if he pushed her off his lap and told her to get lost? Another rejection. She didn’t know how many more rejections she could take.

“Yes, please, William, please.” She begged him at every turn. She had no idea what she was begging for. Daisy knew whatever she was begging for, only William could give her. He was the only person who had cared about her these last few months. He came out to the bar to sit with her. Sometimes they talked, and at other times, they didn’t. Daisy enjoyed talking to him. She liked his presence. In some way, he comforted her.

“So eager,” he said.

She no longer cared. His arms were around her, and she felt comforted in ways she’d never felt before. One of his arms were around her waist while the other caressed her butt. Her heart pounded inside her chest, and she didn’t care. William had her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Are you ready, pet?” he asked.

“Yes.” She’d never been ready for anything else. Daisy closed her eyes and waited for his hand on her ass. When the whack of his hand landed over her ass, the pain stung, but the pleasure pulsed throughout her body. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. The pain helped her see clearly. Her mind was foggy from the strong alcohol she’d been taking. For the first time since finding out about her fathers, she suddenly felt warm inside. Her doubts and fears began to fizzle out.

Her butt was not exposed. He was landing the blows over her dress. She loved it and would have happily stayed in that position for the rest of her life. Tears streamed down her face as the final blow came.

William ran his hand over her ass and talked to her, his sweet voice making her heart melt and her entire world spin out of control.

“I’ve got you,” he said. He lifted her up in his arms, pressed her head against his chest, and comforted her.

Never had her mother given her this kind of comfort. Tears poured from her eyes as she tucked her hands against his shirt. Daisy glanced at her fist resting against his shirt. There was nothing to hold her in place. The world was sucking her down once more. She felt the fear and pain begin to take hold. The panic inside her scared her.

“I can’t do this,” she said. Daisy tried to move away. William stopped her from moving. “I can’t do this.”

“What can’t you do?” he asked.

He tilted her head up so she was looking at him. Through the tears she saw him gazing down at her. She felt his gaze right in the centre of her soul. “You’re losing control. I can see it.”

She watched as he ran his fingers through his hair. He let out a curse, which made her flinch. Why was he mad? She didn’t understand.

“I know you’re intoxicated at the moment, and I can see what’s happening to you,” he said.

What is happening to me? Why was I fine when you were hitting my bottom and now I can’t think?

“I’ve got an idea that might help. I’ll need you to nod your head and promise me when tomorrow comes you’ll talk to me when you’re sober.”

“I’ll do anything. Please, just make this pain go away. I can’t bear it anymore,” she said.

He nodded his head. “Come with me.” William stood, grabbed her hand and was heading out of the door. She followed him up a flight of stairs to the door at the end of the hall. He unlocked the door and took her through to the other side of the house. She noticed it was different from the club. The colours were brighter and the décor more personal. This was his personal home. His place was connected to the club.

She followed as he walked up another set of stairs and through to a bedroom. There was a large wooden four-poster bed in the centre of the room. He locked the door, went to the closet door and pulled out a pair of stretch pants and a long shirt. “Put these on,” he said. He left the room, and she heard the lock on the outside slide into place.

Closing her eyes, she began to remove her dress and underwear. Her ass burnt as she put the sweat pants on. By the time he came back, she stood in the room feeling as attractive as a wet piece of lettuce. The sweat pants covered her entire body and hid all of her curves. He held a long piece of rope in his hand. It was a coloured piece of rope. She’d seen some like it on the internet during her searches into BDSM. It was treated rope, designed to tie a person up but not hurt them.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed. You’re going to close your eyes and get some rest.”

“How will that help me?” she asked. She eyed the rope wondering how being bound would help her. The rope looked threatening. She wouldn’t be able to get away, just like she had not been able to get away from William while he spanked her.

“Because I’m going to tie you to my bed. You calmed down when you were over my knees. I’m doing this, Daisy. No one else.”

“Will it help?” she asked.

“We’ll find out. Do you want to do this?”

Her mind was foggy. She hadn’t slept well in months. Her body hurt all over. The rope was a lifeline. Daisy nodded her head.

“I’m going to need you to say the words out loud, Daisy.”

“I want you to tie me to your bed,” she said.

“Lie down.”

She moved to the bed and watched as he advanced. He tied the rope to the bed post. She waited as he made a test of the rope, pulling on the length to see if there was much give. He then locked her hands together and tied the robe in a loop behind her hands and back. The knot was not tight, but she couldn’t get away.