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Daddy’s Got You – Part 4: The Claim


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She was still glowing.

Curled beneath my arm in my shirt, legs tucked against me, soft and quiet. Her body still humming from the care I gave her. Her mind slow, unguarded. That’s how I like her best — not undone, but open. Held.

I watched her for a while. Her breathing. The little sounds she made when she relaxed into me completely. The way her fingers grazed my chest like she needed the contact to stay grounded.

“Daddy?” she whispered, barely more than breath.

“Yes, princess?”

“I feel… full. But I still want more. Is that normal?”

I tilted her chin up to face me. Her eyes were wide — not in ***, but in the ache of wanting. Wanting to understand why needing me felt so big. So constant. So much more than just physical.

“It’s more than normal,” I said softly. “It’s beautiful. That need you feel? That pull? It means your body and your heart are learning to move in rhythm with mine.”

She nodded slowly, lip caught between her teeth. She always does that when she’s *** — still unsure if it’s okay to feel so much.

I kissed her forehead, then her temple. “You’ve trusted me. Obeyed me. Surrendered beautifully. And now you’re ready for something more.”

Her breath hitched. “More?”

I reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the small matte-black box I’d been saving.

When I opened it, her hand flew to her mouth.

Inside was a delicate chain anklet — sterling silver, simple, elegant. And in the center: a small charm shaped like a keyhole.

Not flashy. Not loud. But unmistakably a symbol of what we were building.

Her eyes welled instantly. “Is this…?”

I nodded. “It’s yours. Because you’re mine.”

She reached for it with trembling fingers. “May I?”

I smiled. “You may.”

She fastened it around her ankle slowly, reverently. I watched the way her breath settled the moment it clicked into place. As if that little chain had grounded her more than anything else could.

I reached down and hooked my finger gently around the charm.

“From now on,” I said, “every time you feel overwhelmed… every time you need to remember where you belong… you touch this.”

Her voice cracked. “It’s like you’re with me.”

“I am with you,” I whispered, “even when I’m not in the room.”

We went out that afternoon — nothing extravagant. Just coffee. A walk. My hand around hers, firm but unassuming. My voice in her ear from time to time, guiding her.

“Stay close, sweetheart.”
“Eyes forward.”
“Good girl.”

No one around us knew what those words meant. But she did. And that’s what mattered.

We sat near the window of the café, the anklet barely visible beneath the cuff of her jeans. But I saw it. She felt it. Her fingers touched it absentmindedly every few minutes, like it anchored her.

And every time, I leaned in and reminded her:

“You’re safe.”
“You’re claimed.”
“You’re mine.”

Back home, I pulled her into my lap. The sunset lit her skin in gold. She nestled under my chin, warm and pliant.

“Daddy?” she asked again, softer this time. “What happens now?”

I ran my fingers along the inside of her wrist. “Now we go deeper.”

She looked up at me, eyes shining. I could feel how ready she was — not just to feel more, but to belong more.

“I want you to have structure, baby,” I said. “Not just pleasure. Purpose. Ritual. Routine. Something that reminds you every day that you’re mine, even when I’m not touching you.”

She bit her lip again, nodding. “I’d like that.”

“We’ll start with something simple,” I said. “A morning message. A bedtime check-in. Your rules will come soon — ones designed to protect you, guide you, hold you.”

Her whole body softened at the sound of it.

“And when you’re ready,” I murmured, brushing a kiss along her jaw, “I’ll give you something permanent.”

Her breath caught. “Permanent?”

“Not just a symbol. Not just a word. Something that stays. Something that marks you the way you’ve already marked me.”

She leaned in and whispered, “I want that, Daddy. All of it.”

I smiled against her skin.

“And you’ll have it, my girl. Every bit of it. Because you’ve earned it.”

Part 5, my final one for now....

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