He wraps his arms around me and we stride towards the red door room of our home.

Soon after I moved in with Daddy, one of the first gifts I received from him was the red door room. When he first mentioned that there was a space for me in his home that was dedicated entirely to my existence, I honestly thought it was a sparkly makeup room. To my surprise and a tinge of disappointment it was filled with other shiny toys for us to explore.

He put me down on the floor in front of the door and spoke huskily.

"Go inside, you'll locate a red box, put the outfit on and be ready on the bed by the time I come back." His gaze fell on my lips as I licked them and slowly nodded in response.

"Good girl." He smiled as he pulled me close one last time and pecked my lips.

His grasp suddenly got tighter around my waist as I tried to pull away while the feeling of his hands hand tangling in my hair made me freeze in position.

"My pleasure is yours, remember that when I'm ravaging you and if I want to breed you, I will not think twice about it tonight. When I come back, if you haven't abided by every instruction, that's one mark each princess." He playfully whispers near my ear and I shift my weight against him, my knees weak from the mere thought of carrying the epitome of our love.

He loosens his grip and opens the door for me.

I step into the room as I instantly recognize the smell of roses and see candles dancing all around the window ledge and dresser. The mood lights reflect off the silk sheets, giving them a golden dew colour while the black curtains around the canopy of the bed bring focus to the red box sitting in the middle of the bed.

I open the box and find a white piece of lingerie, straps and lace all around and when I hold it up, I realize it's a babydoll dress. There's also white garters, matching stockings, and a black velvet collar in the box.

I see the flame of candles reflecting through the bathroom mirror into the room. I carefully walk through the roses scattered around the foot of the bed to the entrance of the powder room.

Rose petals floating in the jacuzzi with tall scented candles surrounding it all together mesmerize me entirely. I remove my pajamas, tie my hair into a high bun and step into the water and click play just before I relax into the warm water.

"Touch me, take me, kiss me,

love me, depress me,

pull up, black truck, ganja"

Humming along to my favourite song, I start washing up the part of my hip that has the lyrics tattooed on me. As I stand up I towel off the excess water and step in front of the mirror. I begin to put the coconut rub on my body, spray my jasmine infused perfume and undo the tie from my wavy hair letting it loose.

The creak of the bedroom door opening instantly makes my heart jump. I hadn't completed any of the instructions Daddy had left for me and that's a lot of marks to endure I thought to myself.

I peered my head out of the bathroom to find him infuriating at my lack of obedience but I couldn't help but notice the water dripping down his body, a towel held loosely around his pelvis and his hair a beautiful wet mess that would drip down to his toned pecs.

"I....I just wanted to...well... I mean I had a shower before you came but I couldn't help myself and then I saw the roses and they were so pretty and I thought you'd like it if i smelled like them, I thought I'd be done before you came and I thought I would have more time but you came so early and the-"

Daddy cut me off mid ramble with one word, "Now!"

He pointed towards the lingerie I had placed on the bed.

I swiftly walked towards the foot of the bed, my cheeks red from embarrassment as I quickly put the babydoll on and adjust the straps as I avoid eye contact with Daddy.

I sit on the edge of the bed and slightly lift my leg and begin to put the stocking on, his gaze burning on my skin. Feeling intimidated I accidentally pierce the thin fabric in a hurry to put the delicate stockings on. When I tug to fit them up my thick thighs the fabric tears creating a ripple effect ruining the stocking in its entirety.

I hear a low guttural sound of aggresion and I look up to see Daddy walking towards me, the calm in his stride makes me freeze in my place.

Taking the other stocking from beside the box he grabs my ankle and pulls me towards him. His rough hands grazing my skin as he pulls the stocking up to my upper thigh makes me gulp in desire.

He stands above me as I sit and he grabs the collar from within the box. I pull my hair to one side and lean my head down so he has easier access to my neck, he softly places the collar in the middle of my neck and starts fussing around with the clasp. Struggling he edges closer to stand between my legs causing the towel to slightly unfastens below his pelvis and as an instant reflex I quickly grab a hold of the edge of it and blush at his stiffness.

He pulls away from me and the collar softly sits on my neck. As I fondle its velvety fabric with my fingers I'm quickly made alert as Daddy clasps the leash to the hook located in the middle of my collar and tugs on it in a rough manner.

He delicately raises my chin for me to peer up at him from under my full lashes.

"Turn around, bend over and you might want to bite on the pillow. I'm going to be devious about the marks I leave on your precious body tonight. Each mark speaks for my ownership." He says while grasping the handle of the flog on the dresser.

To be continued...