Broken and Whole - Pt. 01

"How was work?" I ask, looking at you over my shoulder as you walk in through the door. I don't hear a response. All I hear is you walking across the room and into the bedroom.

I feel a flash of annoyance, and then one of confusion. That's odd, I think to myself. She is home later than usual too. Something's wrong. I close the book I've been reading, toss it onto the side table, and stand up.

I've had a rather relaxed day, with today being a day off and with me being in the mood for a lazy day of reading and a long walk or two. I'm wearing a blue T-shirt and a pair of beige sweatpants. I stretch and try to shake off my lethargy before I turn towards our bedroom door.

I find you sitting in the chair in front of my desk when I walk into the bedroom. You have your back to me. You're still in your work clothes. That's odd too. I expected you to be changing into something comfier. Your face seems to be turned towards the window, and I can't see much of you from where I'm standing in the doorway.

"You didn't answer my question, my love," I say, startling you," I say, startling you. "How was work?"

You swivel the chair towards me and murmur, "I'm sorry. I was distracted, and didn't hear you."

"That still doesn't answer my question," I say, gently.

"I don't know," You say, looking away, "I don't wanna talk about it."

I stay quiet for a moment, watching you. You look exhausted. I'm not gonna make it worse by forcing you to talk about it right now. I get down on one knee. With you slouched forward in your chair, that brings my face level with yours. I reach forward with my hands and wrap them under your knees, and pull you, along with the chair, towards me. This makes you look, on instinct, back towards me.

"I'm sorry, princess," I say, looking at you. You look so freaking cute. I have to remind myself not to get distracted, not yet anyway. "My sweet little baby."

"It's so unfair," I go on, "You're my sweet, soft, wonderful little baby. It's so fucking unfair that you have to go to work."

"Mhm," You say, trying to blink away your tears. "It's unfair."

"But, you know," you continue, taking a deep breath so that you can keep on talking, "I like it a lot of the time; it's fun. I-"

"You're meant to be pampered, taken care of, treasured and cherished," I interrupt you, "You deserve kisses, and cuddles. You deserve to be napping in the bed all cozy and comfy. You deserve to be in my arms."

"Yes, daddy," You say, your voice melting into that cute little softness that it always melts into when you say those words. It makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. You smile too before you ask, "What else do I deserve?"

"You deserve to be used, to be abused, to be broken and then remade the way I want you to be," I say, looking into your eyes. You look away again, only to look back when I order, "Look at me when I talk to you."

"Mhm, yes, daddy," You reply. "You should break me and make me again."

My cock was already well on its way to being hard, but that makes it strain painfully against my pants as I stand up. I reach down to grab your chin, and make you look up at me. "I should," I say, before trying to nudge you up onto your feet saying, "Stand up."

Your fingers tighten on the arms of the chair as you resist the move. I look back down at you. Any trace of the tiredness I've noticed in your face is gone now. All I see is my little girl, with a determined look on your face, a look I'm going to break soon, exactly the way you'd want me to.

"Stand the fuck up." I say, my voice hardening.

You nod your head no, and pull yourself deeper into your chair. I take a deep breath, and followed by a long exhale. I love you so fucking much, I think to myself, as I let go of your chin. A look of disappointment crosses your face which quickly turns into surprise as I instead reach my hand into your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling, roughly out the chair and onto your feet.

I pull you into a kiss, whispering as I break the kiss, "I love you."

Before you can respond, my fingers are around your throat, pushing you back down, this time onto your knees. I need to break you, before I can get to work on remaking you.