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Chapter Four

Gracie

M y eyes widen even more the further I read on: Little Pet will remain submissive while her collar is on. Should she not behave, Little Pet will be punished accordingly. Collar is not to be removed by anyone but Daddy.

Punished? Collar? My body heats as I remember when he told me he wanted to collar me, but I never took the threat seriously.

Does he do this a lot? Collar women? Take them as his pets?

Jealousy creeps up my spine, and I shudder at the fact he could have pets living in the mansion now?

Does he have lots of women? Pets?

I skip down a few paragraphs, rubbing my eyes: Little Pet will give Daddy full control of her body, therefore no touching her private regions without prior consent .

Just who the hell does he think he is? Prior consent.

My blood boils, but something other than anger is simmering inside me; maybe intrigue too?

To have someone as powerful and caring control my body for me sounds liberating.

Someone who cares for my needs when I’ve spent so long caring for myself.

Submitting to him would almost feel freeing.

He could think on my behalf, and all I’ll have to do is comply.

Pushing the thought aside, I shake my head, refusing to be drawn in no matter how inviting the idea is.

I need to stay on task. Do what I need to do so I can return home.

I flip through the countless pages, trying my best to concentrate on the words.

Little Pet must discuss in advance any activities she is not comfortable with, and those will not be pursued. A safe word of ‘Red’ will be used when Little Pet is not comfortable, and all forms of play will be immediately halted.

I skim over the activities: edging, spanking, role play, anal play, bondage, gags, suspension, voyeurism, fisting . Oh, god. My cheeks flush and my heart races. I can’t do those things. I can’t. The list goes on and on. While I’ve heard of most of these things, I’ve never heard of watersports .

Just what the hell is a watersport, and why is it mentioned as something you would do in a bedroom?

He wants me to become his pet? I glance toward the door. He can’t be serious. He just found out I’m his step-granddaughter. Is that a thing?

Bonnie pulls me out of my thoughts when she whimpers in the nursery.

It’s getting to be time for her feeding.

Afterward, I’ll bathe her in the spacious bathroom, then put her to bed and turn on the baby monitor in her nursery so I can go and discuss this contract with the man who consumes my thoughts and, it appears, my body too.