Chapter 7

Austin POV

I leave her to write her sentences. I have to break her in fast. I cannot have a repeat of the other women. I need her to be obedient without question. Not only compliant, but I also need her utterly dependent on me. I'm not too fond of this part in some ways. Breaking the new woman can be emotionally draining, but it has to be done, or this will not work.

I need to leave the house to handle some things, but I will try to accomplish everything from home and my office. My Alpha will be here tonight to have dinner with us. I will have a long talk with her about what is expected before he arrives. He is a stickler for the rules concerning these types of relationships, and I have to make sure I follow all of them.

I order the food to be delivered at six pm. I order Alpha’s favorite foods. Tyra can help set the table and ensure everything is done correctly in the kitchen. It will give her something to do and make her feel helpful. If she does good at dinner, I will reward her to hopefully make her very happy. I have her file from the agency. I will go through it and see what she loves. Maybe I can have a gift sent to the house for her or take her swimming. There has to be something to make up for this morning. This is the part I fail at and why it never works. I have trouble being a good daddy if my little is not perfect. I require perfection and total obedience. She is trying. Maybe I am too hard on her too soon. It is just that I need this to work. I refuse to be alone, and she is my last chance.

I finish up my work in the office. I need to check on Tyra. I shut down everything in the office and walk down the hall to the bedroom. We need to get dressed, and I need her to do the little job I am assigning her for the night.

I open the door to the bedroom. Tyra is still sitting at the desk writing. “I haven't finished,” Tyra says.

“It is okay. You can stop now,” I say to her.

“I am so sorry I was bad,” Tyra says. “It is okay. Maybe I overreacted,” I say.

“No, I have to learn to be good, daddy,” Tyra says.

I take her by the hand and pull her into my arms. “Oh, Tyra, this is not the easy part; it will get better when you learn my rules,” I say.

“Yes, daddy, I know. I want to be good,” Tyra says.

“I have a little job for you tonight. I need you to help in the kitchen and set the table. Can you do that for me?” I ask her.

“Yes, daddy, I can do that for you,” Tyra says.

“Good, let us get ready for dinner. The food should arrive soon, and Alpha will be here at 630,” I say.

“Yes, daddy,” Tyra says, beaming and happy again.

Breaking Tyra will be easier than I thought. She is so eager to please me. I wonder how far I can go with her. “I want you to change into a different dress for me,” I say.

I take out a pale pink dress from the closet and pink panties. “I want you to wear this,” I say.

Tyra walks over and locks the door before she undresses. See, if she had locked the door this morning, she would not have been in trouble. She takes off her dress and panties in front of me. Her body is beautiful.

“Come here; daddy wants to touch you,” I say.

Tyra walks over to me slowly. She stands in front of me as I sit on the side of the bed. I begin touching her body. My hands are wandering all over her body. I pinch her nipples and move down her stomach.

“All of this is mine. Do you understand what that means?” I ask her.

“Yes, it means I completely belong to you, daddy,” Tyra answers.

“No, it means that not only do you belong to me, but I can do whatever I want to you whenever I want,” I say.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” Tyra says.

“Are you okay with that?” I ask her.

“Yes, I want to be all yours in every way you want me to be,” Tyra answers.

“Good girl,” I say.

Tyra smiles. “Undress, daddy,” I say to her. Tyra does exactly as I say. She begins undressing me. She removes my shirt then my pants.

“Is that good, daddy,” Tyra asks.

“Yes, very good. I am so proud of you for being obedient. Now get on your knees for me,” I say.

Tyra gets on her knees. She looks up at me as I insert my cock into her mouth. I take the back of her head into my hand and begin fucking her mouth hard. She gags but does not pull back or make a fuss.

“Such a good obedient little you are for daddy,” I say as I am going in and out of her mouth. I moan as I fuck her wet mouth.

I release her head and look down at her. I wipe her mouth. “Get on the bed face down for daddy,” I say.

Tyra climbs into the bed and assumes the position. I get behind her. I insert the head of my cock into her pussy. I grab her hips and slam into her. Tyra gasps, then she begins to moan as I thrust into her harder.

“Does daddy feel good inside you?” I ask.

“Yes, daddy, it feels good, but daddy is so big it hurts,” Tyra says. I push into her harder.

“Your body is for daddy. Can you take it the way daddy likes it?” I ask her.

“Yes, daddy, fuck me the way you want to fuck me,” Tyra answers.

I pound into her pussy hard and fast. Her pussy is pouring hot juice all over my cock as I push her to her limits. I need to know her limits. I look down, and I want to fuck her ass so badly, but I need her consent. I slide my thumb into her ass.

“Do you like that?” I ask her.

“Yes, daddy,” She answers.

She begins to moan as she cums for me. I fuck her harder, needing my release. I smack her on the ass as I push deeper into her.

“I want to fuck you here,” I say, pressing my thumb into her ass.

“No, daddy, please no,” Tyra says, wiggling away from me. I pull out of her and get off the bed. I begin to dress.

“Did I do something wrong?” Tyra asks.

“No, we need to get dressed. We have to get ready for dinner,” I say, angry.

I am angry with her for telling me no. She should have given me what I want. “You said you understood that you belong to me, but you don’t,” I say to her. I walk out of the bedroom and go into the bathroom to dress, leaving her to get ready.

She comes into the bathroom with me. “I am sorry, you can have me after dinner,” Tyra says.

I lean over and kiss her. “Good, but there is still punishment for telling me no. You have to learn to be obedient,” I say.

“Yes, sir,” Tyra says.