CHASTITY

“What time is it?”  I mutter, half to myself knowing Magnus probably can’t hear me.  “I feel like I have no idea how long I’ve been here.  Is that normal?  That I feel like this, so floaty and disconnected?”

Magnus is running water in the bathroom as I lay like a human form of Jell-O on the bed.  The sheets are soaking under me, squelchy and damp from our sweat and our sex.  On top of that, my body feels funny.  I mean, it feels good, but it feels funny.

I’m naked, but I don’t feel exposed.  Daddy has made me feel beautiful and natural like this.  I’m not sure how he managed to do that so fast, but it’s liberating.  Being cared for by such a brute of a man sets little fires in my heart.  He’s bringing out the second warm, damp cloth to lay it on my battered pussy.

The length of each of his strides would be the same as four of mine.  I barely noticed when he put his prostethic back on after he scooted to the side of the bed, but it catches my eye now and in a way it only makes him sexier to me.

The light streaming into the room hits him across the jaw and chest. The dark chest hair calling for my hands.  It accents each of his square features, from his jaw to his chest to his abdominal muscles.  But his lips seem to have fixed into a permanent, yet uneasy, smile.  Like his face is still getting used to the idea.

I stretch my arms above my head as I lay diagonally across the massive bed, watching him coming my way.  My eyes drop to where his cock has lost little of its size.

“Is it always hard?”  I ask as he reaches the edge of the bed.

He gives me a narrow-eyed look.  “Why are your legs closed, baby?”  His voice deepens and I screw up my face as I try to look innocent.

“Sorry... I forgot?”

He releases a long, low breath, and I let my knees fall open.  A twinge of searing pain hits me from the quick movement.  He rubs his eye with one hand, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress.

“I know it will take time for you to understand and remember everything.  But, you must always give Daddy a clear view of your pussy.  Unless we are out, or I say otherwise... It’s one of the many ways you make me happy.  And in turn, I will learn everything about what makes you happy.  It’s my job in this world to give you that, to give you everything.  All of it is yours.”

I see his eyes latch on as my body opens to him, and his cock thickens and jerks upward.

“Next time you forget, you will earn yourself a punishment.  So try to remember it all, my Angel.  Daddy doesn’t like to punish you, but I’ll do it anyway if I have to, because it’s my responsibility.  Part of my commitment to help you be the very best you can be.  I want everything good for you in this world, sweet girl.”

I wince and suck in a breath as he sets the warm cloth down between my spread legs.

“I’m sorry, princess.  It will get better.  I hate that it hurt you.”

“It’s okay, I like it.  A lot.  Having orgasms is amazing.  I feel like glitter is exploding inside me.And...” 

Magnus chuckles as he gently rubs the towel back and forth, making my body tense.  He licks his top and bottom lips, watching the slow movement of his hand.  “And what, baby?”  His eyes follow the line of my body, up over my breasts, my chest, my face, until they lock onto mine.

“And I feel so close to you when it happens.  It’s not just the feeling, you know?  I want to crawl inside you and be part of you.  I know, it’s stupid.”  I shake my head and look away, heat rising to my cheeks.

“God, babygirl.  You just made me the happiest Daddy in the world.  That’s exactly how I feel. How I feel when I come inside you.  I’ve never felt anything like that before.  Like I was delivering you my soul, for you to keep it for me.  It almost hurt it was so intense, but I never wanted it to end.”

My eyes snap back to see him looking out the window.  His jaw is tight and his brow pulls together.

“What is it?”  He looks so sad, and it doesn’t seem right after telling me how happy it made him.

“You are everything to me, Angel.  You’ll never know the lengths I would go to just to protect you.  To keep you safe.  I love you more than you will ever know.”

It’s happening so fast, and yet it feels exactly right.  All those months of just talking to each other... Andrea was right; it was more than just being friendly, and deep down I knew it even then.  But I was scared.  In the time we spent together at the shop, he’d asked me so many questions about myself.  At the time I guess I didn’t put it together, but he was learning all about me and I was already becoming part of him. 

Clearly, his lifestyle is different than mine, and for a moment it slaps around inside me that I couldn’t ever be what he wants me to be.  But the way he looks at me, the things he says, he can’t be faking it.

His hand lifts from between my legs to gently caress my tits, moving back and forth between them as I lay spread and supine for him.

I know I’m head over heels in love with him – I have been for a while.  I think I was in love with him after the first couple of times he came into the shop.  But I’m not ready to return the words, not yet.  I’m just not quite there.  But it doesn’t seem to matter to him, he doesn’t even falter.

My hand drifts to the muscles of his back, stroking the hard flesh as the cloth warms me between my legs.

“I have something for you.”  Daddy reaches down under the bed and my eyes light up.

“I love surprises.”  I’m giddy when I see the big pink bow that adorns the white box.  Immediately I’m thinking clothes.  It’s the right size.  Maybe a cute t-shirt or more underwear.

“I’ve had this for you for a while.  But I was too big and stupid and waited, but here it is.  I hope you like it Angel.”

He hands me the box, I don’t waste time getting the bow off and throwing the top off the edge of the bed.  Warmth covers me, my heart is in my throat.

“This is...”  I can’t find the words.

I pull the dark leather bound book out from the neat tissue paper cover.  It smells wonderful, like an old library.  The dark front is embossed, I flip open to the cream colored pages, tipped around the edges in a hint of brown.

I don’t know what to say.  I’ve never gotten such an amazing, thoughtful gift.

“It’s the first edition in English.  I didn’t think the French would be as easy for me to read to you.  I don’t think either of us speak French.”

I’m speechless and his smiles lights up the dark hair of his beard.

“Come here.  Let’s get you snuggled in and I’ll read you a chapter, how’s that sound?”

I’m in heaven, Daddy reads me the first two chapters because I begged him to keep going after he finished the first. It’s perfect, I lean into this chest, his lips periodically kissing the side of my head or my cheek as he goes.  When he takes a breath at the end of chapter two, my stomach roars.  A loud growl that makes us both laugh.

“I’m going to go get you something to eat.”  He closes the book and sets it on the comforter next to my hip.  “You need your nourishment.  So just lay here and keep that cloth between your legs a little longer.  The medicine will help ease the soreness.  I’ll come get you when I’ve got food ready.”

Before I can answer, my stomach growls again in response.

“I guess Daddy knows best.” I mumble on a sigh, grabbing the book and clutching it over my chest.

I smile as Magnus rises from the bed to full height, and his cock does the same right along with him.  I’m happy he doesn’t seem at all self conscious about his foot anymore.  Not since that first time. I’ve helped him take it off and put it on a couple times now, I think he likes how I kiss him there.  I want him to know I love that part of him as much as everything else.

“Don’t you forget it, babygirl.”

I watch as he retreats out the door of the bedroom, a deep sigh falling from my lips and the butterflies fluttering around in my belly.  I’m so happy right now, I don’t want this moment to ever end.  I just wish my mom could see how happy I am, how things have turned out for me.

I’m almost drifting off to sleep when the sound of my phone breaks through the silence.

Daddy brought my things into the great room when we arrived, and the beeping sound of a few more text messages pulses against my ears.  Someone is texting, over and over, all in a row, and I figure it must be Andrea wondering if I’m okay.  She probably called the shop to see how it was going with just me and Eddie there, and who knows what he told her.

With a grimace and slow, tentative movements, I manage to get myself off the bed.  I tiptoe into the massive great room and hone in on the sound.  I can hear clattering and clinking of plates and dishes, food being prepared, coming from down the hall where the kitchen must be, and it makes my stomach turn over again.

Having someone worry about feeding me will be very welcome.

I find my purse on a sofa table and flip the canvas flap open, digging around to find my old flip phone.  I may not be up on all the technology, but it works.  I get texts, I can call people, even send and receive pictures and it’s only fourteen dollars a month, which is still at the top range of my communication budget.

I’m humming as I walk back toward the bedroom with the phone in my hand, bringing up the messages to see what Andrea has to say. 

Inside the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the long mirror that leans against the wall.  I’m a mess.  My hair looks like I’ve been riding along with my head out the window, and I have a sudden, strong urge to brush my teeth.  After being so wild with him, so secure, I notice the thickness of my upper arms and the way the dimples show on the outside of my thighs.  I bring a hand down to push inward on the pouch of softness under my belly button.  I push in, then let go and it pops back out.  I suck it in, standing straight, then breathe out.  It’s no use.

The word ugly flashes through my mind.  I don’t recognize the voice, but I know it’s not my own.  It belongs to one of the kids at school, or one of the random people on the street.

“Don’t do this,”  I tell myself, eager not to ruin the moment with self-loathing.

I bite the inside of my cheek and step away from the image in the mirror.  My emotions are crashing, and I hate myself for hating myself.  It’s a vicious circle that goes on and on.

When I get into the bathroom, I pull out the new toothbrush that is waiting there for me, turn the water on with one hand and flip open my phone with the other, ready to read what Andrea has to say.

But when I look down at the matchbook-sized screen, the toothbrush freezes in my mouth.  I drop it, letting it clatter into the sink as foam drips from my chin, grabbing at the device and scrolling through the messages.  My stomach is suddenly in my throat.

I wipe the back of a hand over my mouth, my breathing speeding up as I scroll down through the messages until I see a link.  I click, and there is a picture of a newspaper article and the image of Magnus.

“Local Businessman Charged with Manslaughter.”