She’s silent for too long. I’ve asked for the truth. One I know she’ll have trouble talking about. Not because she doesn’t want to, but because she can’t go back there in her mind. I spoke to the doctor and found out a lot about this little girl. Her pain. Her nightmares.

It’s been almost five years since I last saw her in that hospital room. When I forced my way into her life. We became friends. Strange, but true. Each day she’d find me in the communal garden, and we’d talk about everything and nothing at all. She’d tell me her naughty secrets and I’d tell her mine.

The first time we fucked was in a dark hallway in the stairwell of the institution. She was in there because she tried to commit suicide. Her mind was in tiny fragments at my feet and I took her, I fucked her until she couldn’t think straight, and it was in that moment she seemed to pick up those tiny shards and piece them together.

She found solace in the depravity of what we did. I choked her, I rammed myself into her tight cunt. She clawed at me, ripping the skin until I bled for her. We were animals. And we loved every second. I took my pain out on her and she took her anger out on me.

“I think we took advantage of each other. Your wife died and I taunted you for a year before you finally allowed your animal loose on me,” she murmurs. I don’t respond for a moment so she continues. “I didn’t realize you were a crazy asshole.”

“I didn’t think you were a psychopathic bitch.” I grin. “But I looked for you, I searched for a year. You disappeared. How did you find me?” I ask, wondering how after all this time, she was the one who found me and not the other way around.

“For you, I would have done anything. It took time. When I escaped the clutches of a sadistic monster, I ran until I found Carrick and Seven Sins. I got the job at the coffee shop to make extra money, then Rick offered me a job at the club. After the first time, you walked in and didn’t recognize me, I kept hoping one day you’d see me. I need you, Eli.”

I nod. I need her too but I didn’t want to admit she was the same girl. Every day I saw this beautiful brunette, denying myself the chance to once again see her platinum blonde hair that I loved fisting while I drove into her tight body.

“If we do this… if there’s a chance we can make this work, you’re mine.” She nods at my words. She’s been mine since I first took her cunt at eighteen. She’s also been mine since I ate her out until her legs shook so much she couldn’t stand.

“You promised no hearts, but—”

“You’ve given me yours. Haven’t you?” My question has her looking at me with wariness and I realize that it’s my fault. I pushed her away when she showed emotion. For a moment, she doesn’t respond. Then she affirms with a nod what I already knew. “We were supposed to move on. You were meant to go study, find a life of your own. A boy who would be able to make you happy.”

“I have found my life. It’s here with you. Don’t send me away again.” She pleads with me then and I can’t deny her anything. Not when she pins me with those big doe eyes that hold so much love for me. The truth of who she really is, what she really went through still needs to be discussed. Before we get to that, I’m going to make sure she’s safe.

She wants this.

I want this.

She’ll be Daddy’s Toy.

“If you stay with me then that’s it. No more fucking around, you quit your job at the club. No other Dom, no other Master will get to see you the way I do. If you want to go to Seven Sins, then you will do so as mine. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she quips playfully. We’re both fucked up in so many ways, but we’re perfectly matched in others. Since the day I first saw her, I was drawn in by her beauty, her innocence, and her smile. She never showed her true self to anyone other than me. It was the one thing that made me go back every day. I needed good in my life after Raquel died, and Riley, or Giana was it.

“Now, you better get to your desk and start going through the mail. Make sure Oliver and I don’t miss any meetings,” I order, but all she offers is a smile. No sassiness from her today. She spins on her four-inch heels and stalks out of my office with her hips swaying suggestively. This woman will be my fucking downfall because I want to fuck her right here, right now.

The door opens before she reaches it and Oliver stalks in. His gaze flits between Gia and I as he regards us warily. “I didn’t hear any screaming so I figured it’s safe to come in?” My best friend stands on the threshold of my office with a grin on his face. With a quick glance at Giana as she passes him, he only offers a nod before turning to me and steps further into the office.

“What do you want?”

“This girl…” He lowers his voice. When the door shuts behind him, he asks the question I know he’s been dying to since he first saw Giana. “Is it her? The one you told me about?” I nod. “I thought you said she’s blonde?”

“Was blonde,” I correct him. “She colored her hair. Her appearance has changed from the seventeen-year-old I first met.”

“And you’re sure she’s the one?”

Settling in my office chair, I regard him with a nod. “Yes. I’ve never been so sure in my life. Unless she’s playing a game, but somehow, I doubt it.”

“You’re claiming her then?”

“I am. I’ve just made it clear to her that she’s to leave her job at Sins. If she does want to visit, she’ll go as mine. No other man will have her.” He smirks, nodding knowingly. I’ve never laid claim to any of the toys he and I have shared. “I’m still going ahead with my plan though,” I tell him. I know he doesn’t agree with my plan to find her uncle, but he’ll have to get over it. When I find the asshole who hurt her, I’m going to make sure his body is never found. And if it is, it won’t be in one piece.

“I’m not telling her shit, man. You just be careful. If she’s as volatile as you say, then you need to remember that she’ll lose it if she finds out what you’re doing.”

Pushing off the seat, I place both hands on the desk. He may be my best friend, but I’m not averse to punching him the fuck out. “I’m not a child. I know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t doubt you, Elijah. Just remember, once she’s claimed, you’re going to have to deal with the repercussions of her personality.”

“Aren’t you late for a meeting?” The asshole chuckles, shaking his head, he opens the door and steps out into the reception area.

“See you later, sweet girl.” Even though he fucked me off, I know he’s right. I searched high and low for her, but could never pinpoint where she was. Until the day I walked into the coffee shop and the brunette looked at me with those same dark eyes that took me right back to the night she kneeled before me in the dingy stairwell, and inhaled my cock like it was her last meal.

I was too old for her. At least that’s what I told myself. I even convinced myself that I was mourning Raquel’s death and I’d get over the little toy. But I didn’t. Each month that passed I got more and more addicted to her, to the memory of her. I fucked countless women, used them, made them cry and scream, but none compared to Giana. At least, her name wasn’t Giana then, it was Riley.

Sitting back, I shut my eyes and recall the day I first saw her.

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“Hello.” My voice carries through the room. One small single bed sits against the wall and the little girl lying on it is a waif. Beautiful, her long golden hair the color of sunshine. Big brown eyes peer at me.

“What do you want?” An angry response comes from the innocent face.

Chuckling, I step into the room and settle myself in the chair beside the bed. “Nothing, I’m just bored and I was wandering the hallways.”

When she shifts, the thin gown they’ve given her to wear rides up slim thighs. “Are you a patient or a visitor?” she asks.

“A visitor. My wife is in the next ward.” The words hurt to voice, but I tell her anyway. She doesn’t tell me she’s sorry, she doesn’t apologize for my wife being ill. Instead, she shrugs. We don’t say anything for a while and I feel the need to explain why I’m sitting in her room. “I just wanted to see why you look so sad.”

“What makes you think I’m sad?” She sits up then, crossing her legs, offering me a glimpse at the black panties that cover her cunt. “Do you like looking at me down there?”

Lifting my gaze, I smirk, knowing full well she caught me. I meant for her to. “I do. I’m sure it’s a pretty little pussy.” My words don’t shock her. They should’ve, but she only stares at me as if she’s used to men talking to her like that.

It angers me. I want to be the only man who talks to her like a toy. “I suppose it’s average. I mean… I don’t go around comparing mine with other girls.”

Her response makes me laugh. There’s a soft pink on her cheeks, not of embarrassment, it’s desire swirling in her dark eyes.

“Why are you in here?” I steer the conversation away from her body. Mainly because I’m hard, I’m rock solid for this girl when I shouldn’t be. When I should be sitting watching the life support system that keeps my wife alive beep. She’s no longer coherent. She’s a vegetable and I’m the selfish asshole keeping her alive with a machine.

“I wanted to die,” the little toy says.

“Why? You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you.” Once again, she shrugs. I want to spank her. I want to punish her for not answering me. But most of all, I want to fuck her. I want to see her pouty lips wrap around the base of my cock.

“Not everyone wants to live the life given to them. What if you were dealt an existence of pain, agony, and heartache?”

“You’re too young to know about those kinds of things, Doll.” Her eyebrows shoot up at the nickname, but she doesn’t say anything about it. Instead she watches me with an intensity that tells me there’s more to this little toy than meets the eye.

“Being young doesn’t stop what happens to someone. Age is only a number, I’m a girl, I’m a dirty toy.” Her words have my heart stilling in my chest. She’s not just saying it, she believes it. Someone must have hurt her.

“What happened to you?”

We sit silently as she thinks about what to say next. I can feel the wheels turning in her mind. Spinning on an endless loop of memories. I’m sure the images she hides are gruesome. And I know if she tells me what they are, I may commit murder.

I push up to leave, but she reaches for my hand. I don’t move, I don’t breathe. I wait for her to tell me. To give me her honest answer. “Life happened to me.”

I sneak a glance over my shoulder, meeting endless dark pools. “Me too. Maybe we can die together.”

My suggestion earns me a pretty smile. It’s not faked, it’s genuine, like the way her hand tightens around my wrist. “Then come find me when you’re ready to find your fate.”

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Shaking my head of the memory, I can’t help feeling that familiar emotion that I’ve locked away for so long. Love. It was her who gave me purpose. She made me realize that dying wasn’t an option. Even though I thought that ending my life would allow me to be with the wife I lost, I knew deep down I couldn’t go through with it. Instead of physically dying, I died emotionally and it’s because of her that I was alive. I chose the fire she gave me, instead of the cold emptiness that overtook me time and again.

Giana was always there. In each face I fucked, in every cunt I drove into, and on every inch of flesh I marked with my hand, whip, and cane. She was the one I was punishing. It was always her and somehow I knew it.

The other thing I didn’t realize is that night I had implanted my cold dead heart in her hands. And all these years she kept it safe. “Are you ready to go home, Daddy?”

I glance up and realize it’s been almost an hour that I’ve been lost in the memories.

“Always, Toy. With you… Always.”