Rules For Constance :
No running away, ever, unless with permission.
Always eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner - no skipping.
Ask before eating sweets
One hour outside a day - SUPERVISED
Always listen to what I say, I know a lot of things and you might not know something important.
You cannot be without me or a guard
Always take your medicine ; if needed.
Try your best to get at least 7 hours of sleep at night.
Try your best to take a 1 hour nap a day.
Never touch something that could hurt you without permission.
Rewards :
Buying something for you ; your pick.
Outfits
Stuffed animals
Phone time
Later bedtime
Punishments :
Spanking
Corner time
Writing lines
No toys, no TV, etc.
No phone time
I look back at Ace, who is scrolling through his phone, and another blush covers my face. Why does he get to make these rules?
Even more of a prisoner.
I poke his leg, signaling to him that I'm done reading and he places his phone on the table. He looks down at me, waiting for me to say something or react in any way. Instead, I carefully watch him.
"Well?" He probes softly. His eyes locked onto me.
"Why?" I mumble, picking at the hem of my shirt. He looks at me with a 'speak up' face and I gulp, readying myself to speak again. "Why did you make these?"
A smile decorates his face and he thinks visibly as to how to respond. "Well, I supposed I should give you rules to abide by so that your staying here is easier for you to not get in trouble; so you understand why you would get punished for certain things."
I stay silent, thinking about what he's saying. I'm not sure how to respond, he's trapping me and giving me rules. Does this mean he wants me here long-term? How long will I have to live with him?
"Why do you want me to stay here? How long?" I question, waiting hopefully for an answer that would make just a little bit of sense; not some bullshit about how he 'couldn't help himself'.
I could run, while he was asleep and sneak out of my windows. But even then I might get caught, I don't know the area or even where I am.
"I already told you, and I'm not sure how long. It's a day-to-day kind of thing," He chuckles, a confident smirk on his face. I huff and look away from him, annoyed. How hard is it to answer two simple questions?
"That doesn't give me a specific answer, it doesn't tell me why you want ME or why you're doing this! Why do you want me to be 'yours'?? I don't get it, I don't understand. Unless you're wanting to use me as a sex slave or sell me off or send me back to my father, and if you're going to do that, I would rather you kill me!" I explode, my face turning red and tears dripping off my chin. His smirk slowly falls as he realizes the millions of thoughts that are running through my brain. His hands wrap around my waist again and he hauls me into his lap.
"Why would you think that? Hmm, little girl?" He asks, looking me in the eyes. My breathing pauses as I get caught in his dark gaze.
I bit my lip, not being able to speak.
"I said, why do you think that?" He sighs, tapping my bottom with his hand. I look away quickly, cutting off our eye contact.
"Uhm," I whisper uneasily. Instead of asking me to speak up, he grabs my chin softly and forcefully turns my head to where he can look me in the eyes.
"I'm not going to sell you or turn you into a sex slave. I just want you, I can't give you a reasonable explanation or anything, I just knew when I saw you, I needed you. I want to take care of you the best I can, that's all." He smiles, his voice and words seeming to resonate inside my body.
Suddenly, the door squeaks open, and Chef Cherry's pink face peaks from behind it.
"I have your food, sir," He smiles sweetly, stepping further into the room. In his hands, he carries two plates of delicious-smelling food. There are pancakes, sausages, and bacon stacked on both plates. Behind Chef Cherry, a little boy follows diligently with a couple of forks and some syrup. I smile brightly as I watch them bring the plates to the table and set them down gently.
"Thank you, Chef Cherry, and you too, Brian," Ace says, gently smiling at the two.
"Thank you!" I say happily, not hesitating to slip to the floor, grab a plate, and start digging in. Chef Cherry and Brian giggle as they leave the room.
"Ah," Ace mumbles, grabbing my plate for me and starts cutting up the food for me.
"Tell me when to stop, okay?" He whispers softly and begins to pour syrup over the plate. I sit and stare and stare and stare until it's completely overflowing, just how I like it.
"Stop, please," I smile and watch as he cuts off a piece of the pancakes and holds it up to my mouth. I blush as he does this, not wanting to look weird.
"Good girl," He mumbles with a smile, looking down at me with soft eyes.
I send him a small smile and look down at the floor.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but it's hard to want to talk; words feel like a whole other world away and I open my mouth, asking for another bite.
I bite my lip, thinking if I want more pancakes.
Pushing my legs together and bringing them up to my chest, I feel more comfortable. I feel smaller.
What is this feeling that's bothering me so badly?
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My Mafia Daddy | REWRITTEN | DDLG 18+
RomanceConstance's life has been very painful; stuck under her father's rule, forced to put a hand in marriage, and had many sickening years behind her. Finally, she gets the chance to escape. When she got away, she was hoping for peace, happiness, freedo...
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