I had a bad feeling about that fucking phone call, and as it turns out, I was right to be worried.

I led her into my study and sat her down in a big armchair. She looked so tiny in it and it made my cock swell with need as I stared with her. I gave her my phone with the number ready, she just had to press the call button. She looked up at me with her eyes wide open and so scared, and she looked almost painfully beautiful in her ruined little dress.

“Are you going to stay?” she asked me in a sweet voice, and I nodded.

“Actually,” I said. “You’re going to sit on my lap.”

She giggled as I lifted her up, sat myself down and placed her on top of me. She was so fucking perfect, and she settled comfortably against me as she finally called Savage’s number.

Her ear was pressed next to my chest, so close I could feel her heartbeat. And I could hear the dial tone as she waited for him to pick up.

She fidgeted with her dress in my lap and bit her bottom lip nervously. I made her stop, gently smacking the side of her face and giving her a warning look. Perfect timing, because Savage picked up in time to hear me slapping his little girl.

“Knight!” he barked into the phone. “What took you so long? Is this about the other girl you wanted to buy?” I could hear every word he was saying.

My heart stopped for a second as Evangeline looked up at me. Her expression was so hurt, I wanted to kill the bastard for his fucking slip.

“It’s me, Daddy,” she whispered, and I heard Savage exhale so loudly, it felt like he’d been holding it in since the moment he let her go.

“Evangeline,” he said, the hurt in his voice plainly obvious. “Hi, sweetie. How are you? Where are you? Is everything okay? Is he treating you alright? Tell me everything.”

“Yes, calm down,” she giggled. “I’m sorry I’m calling so early, I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

She twirled a strand of hair around her pinkie, and there was a long silence on the other end of the line. I waited for him to go on.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” he asked her, his voice strained. “He’s listening, isn’t he?”

Her eyes flitted nervously to mine and I tried to keep my expression as impassive as I possibly could.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s okay though, I’m really perfectly fine. I’m doing well.”

“Evangeline,” he said roughly. “I don’t know how you can say that. You’re not where you belong. You and I, we both know you belong here with Daddy.”

One more nervous look as I adjusted myself on the chair. He was pissing me right the fuck off, messing with my toy’s head like that. I didn’t fucking appreciate it.

“I’m fine,” she said softly. “I promise. I think things could be okay, maybe… Someday.”

“Evangeline.” His voice was desperate now. “Come back to me. Please, sweetie, I’ll do anything to have you back…”

She blushed, chewing her bottom lip desperately again. She was nervous, too nervous to so much as glance up at me.

“I don’t want to,” she said in the smallest of voices. So softly I could barely here, but the words were definitely there. And it made me so fucking proud, but it made Savage angry as fuck.

“Sweetie, you don’t mean that,” he groaned. “He put that idea into that pretty head of yours, Evangeline, I know you’d never think of something like that yourself. I know how you feel about–”

She pulled the phone away and covered it with her palm, muffling his next words.

“He’s upsetting me, Daddy,” she whispered. She looked so fucking small and vulnerable like that, and I wanted to smash Savage’s face in for making her upset.

“Let me have the phone,” I demanded, and she passed it over without another word.

She held her knees to her chest and looked so sad, I wanted to comfort her. So I started smoothing her hair down while she held back her sobs. I think she was finally starting to accept that her life really was changing now. She didn’t belong to Savage anymore. She was my little girl now.

“…And I know you’d never change your mind, sweetie. Daddy knows,” Savage went on, and I cut him off before he spewed more nonsense.

“Shut the fuck up,” I told him, and I heard him huff and puff in anger.

I grabbed the back of Evangeline’s hair and she gasped as I pushed her to the floor. Her eyes seemed to know what I wanted, though, and her shaky fingers reached for my belt buckle. She undid it slowly, pulling my belt open and unzipping my pants. And then she looked up at me, like the perfect little toy she was, checking to make sure it was okay to suck my dick like I wanted her to.

I nodded at her, letting her know it was okay, and she got to work on my cock, her pretty mouth wrapping around my tip. I groaned, loud enough for Savage to hear.

“Listen to me, Savage,” I said roughly, trying to focus on the conversation while she sucked me off. “You’re fucking making her anxious and stressing her the fuck out. It was my good mood letting her call you, so don’t make me regret it, or you won’t hear from the girl again.”

“You fucking bastard,” he growled down the line. “Put her back on.”

“You forget your place, Savage,” I replied coolly. Her tongue licked my tip, tasting my precum and my hand tangled in her hair. “I decide what she does now. She’s my fucking property. You were there when we signed the papers, you jackass.”

“I can buy her back.” His voice was desperate, he really wanted this. It made me chuckle out loud. “Please… I have the money. I’ll pay anything you want. I need her back where she belongs.”

I stroked Evangeline’s hair and stared at her with wonder.

I realized I didn’t want to let her go, and no money in the world would make me change my mind.

“No,” I replied simply. “You can’t have her back.”

She looked up at me through heavy black lashes, and I stroked her cheek, urging her to go on by nodding.

She sucked me deep inside this time, and I groaned down the line.

“What the fuck are you doing, Knight?” Savage asked, his voice close to panic. “Are you hurting her right now? I swear to fucking God, I’m going to fucking kill you if you are.”

“Calm down,” I told him, feeling slightly out of breath. “She’s fine. She’s right here, on the floor between my legs with her pretty little mouth stretched around my dick.”

She wiggled her ass for me while she sucked and I gave her the fondest smile.

“She’s a good little cocksucker,” I told Savage. “She’s becoming quite the fucking expert.”

She looked at me again, flicked her tongue at my slit, and then gave me the cutest little giggle while he raged on the other end of the line. I loved pissing him off.

“You’re a fucking jackass,” Savage roared into the phone. “I can’t believe I let you have her. I never should have let her go.”

“I know,” I replied slowly. “What a fucking shame.”

I stroked her cheek with my thumb and groaned when she moved back, a long string of precum and her own saliva connecting that pouty mouth to the tip of my cock.

“And now make sure you stay on your best fucking behavior,” I reminded him. “If you want to talk to your little girl again. Got that?”

He didn’t say a word, and it only made me laugh out loud. We both knew I held all the cards.

“You really are a fucking moron for letting her go,” I told him gently, and finally cut the call.

I let the phone go and tangled both hands in her hair, pulling her head onto my cock. She tried to pull back, but I wouldn’t let her. I held her down until she was choking, desperately struggling against me to get some air into her lungs and moaning like a little slut at the same time. I started moving my hips, fucking that warm, wet mouth of hers until I knew I was getting close to blowing my seed deep inside her throat.

Then, I pulled her back by her hair and grinned at her, my breaths heavy and labored.

“Tell me what you are,” I said, and she shivered so prettily for me.

“Yours,” she whispered, and I tugged on her hair harder.

“Yours, ouch, yours!” She bit her bottom lip. She knew exactly what I wanted her to say. “I’m your slut, Daddy.”

“Good fucking girl.” I plugged her throat again and fucked it until I spilled it all into her mouth. And she was such a good little girl for me.

She swallowed, and I felt it with my hand firmly on her throat. When she choked, she fought it as hard as she fucking could, so very desperate to impress me one more time. And she did. She never failed to leave an impression. This toy was so very special that I already knew it was going to be problematic.

Once I was done, I pulled her up onto my lap, and she settled comfortably, licking her lips and every trace of my cum she had left on her full mouth.

“Good girl,” I said, and she practically purred at the words. I’d noticed how much she liked being called that, and remembered it for times like these, when she’d done so very well.

“Daddy?” Her voice was hesitant as I stroked her back.

“What, little toy?” I asked her gently. I was feeling affectionate. If she wanted something, she was probably going to get it.

“He said… something,” she said awkwardly. “On the phone. He said you wanted to buy another girl.”

I stiffened under her and she chewed her bottom lip nervously, the words spilling from her mouth now.

“I just want to know,” she said. “I want to know if you’re going to replace me.”

I could tell how nervous she was from the slight tremble in her stiff body.

“It’s not true,” I muttered. “He offered to sell me another girl and I said no.”

She fidgeted in my lap, and I made her look at me, because it was important that she believed me.

“You’re different,” I told her gently. “You’re one of a kind, little toy.”

She didn’t ask what that meant for our future, and I didn’t elaborate, either. Truth be told, I hadn’t even decided myself. This was unusual for me. She’d already been with me a while and I hadn’t done half the things I’d done to my other girls. She was making me fucking weak, and I wasn’t sure whether I liked it.

“Do you…” She swallowed. “Do you care about me?”

I smoothed her hair down and sighed before replying to her seemingly innocent question that was actually fucking loaded.

“Yes,” I admitted. “I care about you, little toy.”