“Hello, daddy,” I greeted him with a smile. It was the best smile I could muster and it glowed with all the joy and genuine excitement I had bursting from within me.

“Y-you’re wearing what I requested more than a week ago,” he commented as he looked at me, studying me as I leaned on my seat.

I nodded at him and began to explain, “Daddy, you did your part of the deal. You promised me you’d secure me a business loan if I became your sex slave. I had never experienced BDSM before and I was a virgin when this whole madness started but to be completely honest, I love this.”

Marcus looked at me with a confused expression on his face. I had to elaborate further. It only made sense – any other girl may have run away and gone home, taking the money to do business elsewhere. I did attempt that but he saved me and that was something I was never going to forget.

I then explained further, “Daddy, I need someone like you,” I admitted to him. “I need someone who knows how to be in charge. I need someone who can control me, dominate me and put me in my place but still respect my boundaries and my identity. You showed me all that. I feel comfortable with you.”

“But you don’t love me,” he pointed out.

I shrugged and looked at him as I said, “I don’t know. I just know that I am quite attached to you, daddy. I live to see you every day of my life. I get excited when you tease me about punishing me or rewarding me.”

“That’s definitely a lot to go on,” Marcus agreed. He then asked, “Does that mean you’re staying here?”

I nodded and told him, “Not only that but I’m going to honor our contract. You let me go but you still have like a month to own me and use me as you see fit. I am still your slave.”

“I let you go because you deserved to be free,” he elaborated. “You could have taken the money and left.”

My heartbeat got faster as I mustered the words I wanted to say the most, “I want to be with you, daddy. I don’t just want to complete the contract but I want to become your slave for as long as we get enjoyment out of this relationship. You opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to stay in it.”

Marcus looked shock but even then he never lost his cool. That was one of the best traits about him – he always looked so serious and never put up for nonsense. Unlike so many other men I had met in my life, Marcus was far more mature, determined and definitely more brutal with his viewpoint on life.

He didn’t smile but I could see the pleasure burning in his eyes. He looked at me, piercing me with his cold stare, and then told me, “Good. It’s also good to see you are dressed for the occasion. If you’re ready to go we’re going to make a quick stop before heading to the house. Before that though; how is your business venture going now?”

I smiled and answered, “It’s going perfectly well. I have to go tomorrow to the city hall and begin processing the business papers and registration. I still need to look for a suitable place to set up the shop. I did look into a few ads online and made a few calls to schedule a visit.”

A sense of pride swelled in my chest as I said those words. His investment in me wasn’t going to go to waste. I would be able to pay the loan and the lenders back quickly. Then I could focus solely on building my profit and hopefully bring my mom here as well. I needed to get her away from that boring life in the middle of nowhere.

I was going to say more, excited to spill the beans about all my plans and what I’d do once the tattoo shop was flourishing, when I suddenly saw him lean in. Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips press against mine. The warmth and moisture of his kiss sent a shock through my body but instead of revolting I melted into it and welcomed it further.

Before I knew it I was kissing back, opening my lips just enough so his tongue could slide in and play with mine. His heavy hands crushed me under their weight, gripping my arms tightly as he squeezed.

Our lips then parted and I looked at him with a gasp and a whisper of a moan.

“Don’t leave, okay?” he asked. For the first time in a long time I looked straight into his eyes and I saw the longing in his gaze.

I smiled, cupped his face and said, “Daddy, I’m yours. I promise you that. I will always be yours.”

“You’re not really my girlfriend though,” he then commented. “Neither of us can say we’re truly in love.”

“Then let me be your girlfriend and your slave,” I exclaimed. “Let’s take it nice and slow and see how this develops. If we aren’t in love then I can still be your slave. If we are in love then let’s take the next step. I don’t know what it is but we’ll know when we get there.”

Marcus seemed to be okay with that. He smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He then told me, “Well, if you’re going to be my girlfriend, then I guess we have to fulfill the expectations that come with that. How about I introduce you to some of my friends at Mercury Wild?”

My jaw dropped when I heard Mercury Wild. I nodded without saying a single word.

“I’ll introduce you to Damon – you know him right? He’s always on television. I’ll let you meet Daxter and Noelle too since I noticed you like to wear clothes from their brand.”

That was a lot to take into. I was excited. However, I stopped him momentarily and pointed out that I was not wearing something appropriate for such a highly regarded bar and restaurant.

“Don’t worry – you’re a slut to me but not to everyone else. Let’s drop by a shop I know downtown. The place is open twenty-four-seven and I bet we can find something nice for you to wear.”

I giggled and agreed to that plan.

For the first time we would get to do something a little normal. We would get to go out like a regular couple, meet up with friends, drink and dance.

Of course, behind closed doors I would be his little plaything and obey his every word. I was his princess and also his slut.

I leaned in and gave Marcus a kiss on the cheek before I said, “Okay then, daddy. Let’s go.”

With that said, he showed me the first smile he ever gave in my presence and drove off to Mercury Wild.