1 comments/ 13619 views/ 8 favorites For Her Own Good By: txblush Hello Lit readers, Many of you have left wonderful comments and I want to thank you again for taking the time to write me. And to let you know that I'm in the process of rewriting the story. Here is a prelude that should have been posted long ago. Sincerely, txblush ******************************************** Maggie didn't know how long she'd slept. She woke up thinking about last night when an idea for a story occurred to her. She quietly scooted out of bed hoping he would continue to rest. She didn't think he'd wake up any time soon. Michael was exhausted. The scent of their lovemaking hung in the air of his room. The mixture of his cologne and his body's natural scent clung to her skin stirring Maggie's desires. She smiled thinking, I'd find myself staying in his bed, waking him, and taking what he willingly gave. Maggie didn't allow herself to get sidetracked or she'd lose a gem of a story. She wouldn't get her idea written down if she didn't hurry and take a quick shower. It would flit away and be lost, not forever, but long enough that she'd rack her brain in frustration trying to find it. She'd learned the hard way never to let one go unrecorded. Grabbing a notebook and pen underneath the bathroom vanity, she jotted down a brief outline. Once finished she stepped inside the huge shower stall, turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and flipped up the lever. The multiple showerheads came from all sides drenching her in the spray. Her mind flowed like the water with the images of her idea that she'd have it down on paper in record time. She lathered her blonde hair with shampoo and washed up. Tiptoeing out of the bathroom she checked to see if Michael continued to sleep. Maggie put on her terry cloth robe wrapping it around her. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length oval mirror, which stood in corner of the room, facing it she saw herself snuggled inside the extra-large material. Made of the softest cotton in a pale pink it cloaked her petite body. Michael told her when she'd opened the large box, "For my baby girl to keep warm." Maggie chuckled, "Now I can get rid of my ratty ass robe." Then she'd leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Daddy for your gift." She whispered. Sitting on the sofa her hand throbbing Maggie put down her pen. The notebook rested on her lap. She'd finished writing down what she could and made addition notes. Then she picked up her cup of coffee smelled its rich aroma before taking a sip. She contemplated going to check on Michael but decided against it. Getting up to pour herself another cup of coffee she visualized the scene she'd written looking for more details to include. Maggie stumbled bringing her back to the present. She looked down at her peach colored silk dress tangled around her foot. A vision sharpened into focus in front of her. She reached out to touch the woman who lay sobbing. The woman's cries wracked Maggie's body with such force she shrunk back from her. She felt the anguish and isolation, coming at her in crashing waves churning the pit of her stomach traveling down her center making her interior muscles spasm and clench. The sight brought her to her knees. She didn't want to experience this stranger's pain. The woman's tear-streaked; puffy red eyes, and face were familiar. Startling violet blue eyes filled with misery. She gasped in recognition. The naked diapered woman was Maggie. She felt shackled. The overwhelming sensation, the need to escape, and her rage took over. She reached down to free herself tearing at the manacle that held her. Whispering repeatedly "Must get away." Her fury grew until she was free. And the image vanished. Shaken and breathless she scrambled to her feet removed her robe that moments before had kept her in a cocoon of warmth, but now made her feel like she was wrapped inside a heavy soaking wet blanket. The cool air hit her dripping wet body. Maggie shivered. Hurrying to the guest room she grabbed, from the closet, a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Her mind on the one place she could pull herself together. Her fingers refused to cooperate with the button on her jeans. She was desperate to escape the confines of the house. Afraid Michael would awaken and discover her. He would insist on knowing why she was upset. She wouldn't, couldn't allow that to happen. She slipped into a pair of sandals, grabbed her purse, keys, and the notebook racing out the door to her car. ~~~~ When Michael woke up he wasn't surprised to find Maggie gone. Smiling to himself he knew where to find her. A cup of cold coffee would be sitting on the table behind the sofa. Her notepad in her lap. Her head bent and her hand scribbling on the pages; an outline, notes and passages of scenes for a story. She was either rewriting or working on a new one. Michael stepped into the shower. The night they'd shared with its lingering affects and Maggie's powdered scent kept him smiling. She'd looked beautiful with her flushed soft skin glowing from a deep heat that surged out of her when she'd climaxed and burned into him. He'd exploded spilling streams of liquid heat that she smeared over every inch of her nude body, bathing herself in his cum. Dressing in a pair of black slacks and a black pullover Michael thought again of last night. He laid in their bed content watching Maggie sleep, a long strand of her hair twined in his fingers moving it away from her face, he saw the little girl in her. The pixie he'd spent the first day of school with when he was ten and she was five years old. Waiting at the bus stop to take them to school, large black eyes that in a blink turned violet blue, when Maggie's hand slipped into his. He wanted to ask her name. But three of his friends came running to show him an old dirty magazine. It had been found in a box in one boy's garage. The four of them formed a circle ogling the pictures of naked women and making wisecracks about what each would do to the bunnies on display. Maggie stepped through the tight group whispering in awe, "She's pretty." The front door slammed. A tightening in his chest and the rest of what happened was forgotten. Michael went to find her. He headed to the living room, a smile on his face that turned the moment he thought of what else could have driven her out of bed this morning. Certain she'd not slept for more than a few hours and been awake before dawn. Not finding her on the leather sofa he headed to the kitchen. He noticed the long strips of cloth piled on the floor. He scooped them up calling out her name. Maggie didn't answer. Michael dropped the strands of silk and went to find her. He had no idea what she planned to do with the material or why she wasn't home. He checked if she'd left him a note somewhere in the house. Hide and seek was one of her favorite games. The last time she'd left him clues to find her. She was in the closet in his office. He'd growled. She'd burst out laughing and darted past him having never known her mistake. Maggie had broken a rule and he had let it go unpunished. The game was more important that day. The house felt empty, cold, and lifeless. The tightening in his chest returned and the hair on his arms prickled his skin. He stepped out the front door saw the empty space behind his car. Puzzled by the material Michael grabbed the large pile preparing to put it in a plastic bag when he heard the clinking of a key hitting the hardwood floor by his leather shoe. That's when it hit him. He clutched the destroyed dress Maggie had worn the night before and went to find his phone. He speed dialed her number. At the sound of her voice he didn't waste time, "Where are you?" but it had gone directly to her voicemail. Michael clicked off the phone and redialed. ~~~~ Maggie was stuck in the middle of traffic anxious to get to her apartment. Her body tense from sitting for close to an hour with no way to get off the road until the cars in front of her moved. She could see the emergency vehicles up ahead. An automobile accident prevented dozens of other drivers, in front of her; from moving any faster than ten miles an hour until no one could move an inch further. She sat in her car parked on the three-lane highway. Maggie noticed the sign up ahead. She was a quarter of a mile away from the exit ramp that led to her apartment. "Damn it." She muttered. Impatience mixed with guilt over the fact that someone could be seriously injured or dead. Her shoulders bunched tighter and the stabbing pain continued to twist them into painful knots. The feeling of being trapped and wanting to escape overriding her sympathy. At the sound of the familiar ring tone, "Not now Michael. Please," She pleaded refusing to answer. "Let me get home first." The traffic inched forward. "Finally." Maggie said under her breath. The cars edged past the emergency vehicles. "Nothing to see people. Get the fuck moving!" She slapped the steering wheel. Then like a shot she was exiting the highway. Her phone rang again. She reached for it thinking, just act normal. She said a soft, "Hello." "Hello." Michael replied. There was a long pause. She pulled into the parking space in front of her building unsure of what to say next. Her mantra, act normal, continued to play in her head. "I see you slay a demon while I lay sleeping this morning." Cautious about his cryptic remark she missed a step then hurried to her front door with shaking hands and fought to fit the key into the apartment's deadbolt. Almost inside, she thought. Then realized Michael waited on the other end for her to say something. Clueless about his odd comment, but resolved to keep him from discovering that she wasn't feeling well she said. "I needed some things from my apartment." Not giving him a chance to reply Maggie rushed on, "I was hoping I'd be back before you woke up. I haven't checked the mail in a few days at my apartment. And I need to pay some bills. Besides you planned to work from home and I thought you could use a break..." from me but she didn't verbalize the thought. Instead she laughed hoping he wouldn't notice the hollow sound. "Maggie, I found your dress." Michael rarely called her by name which added to her distress, "My dress?" "Yes, baby girl, the one you wore last night." He whispered. Maggie snapped the phone shut. The sight of peach silk in a heap on the kitchen floor that had been her dress came back to her. The phone rang again. She threw it on the carpeted floor as if shocked by an electrical charge to her fingers. Her hand tingled. Everything was happening so fast and all at once. Swirling images that would not stay buried. The evidence of her beautiful dress torn to shreds by her hands. Confronted with what she'd done in her panic to escape the caged woman. The phone's sharp ring resounding in her ear. Michael's refusal to leave a message. She could no longer avoid him. He deserved better than that from her. With a trembling hand she answered it. "Maggie?" "Yes, I'm here." She whispered. "Talk to me. Tell me." The sound of his gentle voice calmed her. She took a shaky breath. "I'm not angry with you if that's what your thinking. I could never be angry with you, not like that. Understand?" "All I know is you're hurting right now." "I need a little time alone, okay?" Michael said nothing for a moment. Then, "Sorry but it's not okay." Maggie was taken back by the terse remark saying politely. "I'll come over tomorrow." "No you'll come home now young lady and explain yourself." "Please try to understand---" "I can't understand when you refuse to talk to me." Michael paused a beat. "You have a choice either you come home in the next thirty minutes or I come there." Maggie bristled. He'd never given her an ultimatum. She clenched her jaw. "Michael. I said I'd come over tomorrow." "No. You don't understand. You left without a word. I want an explanation and don't think I won't get one!" Maggie pulled the phone away not believing what she'd heard. She brought it back to her ear listened to Michael saying, "I hate to punish you but I won't allow you to think that running away is the answer. Thirty minutes." He ended their conversation without saying goodbye. She stood rooted to the floor thinking over what he'd said. She wasn't running away. She was trying to protect him from getting hurt. Maggie read the incoming text message. "Thirty minutes and counting. Love, Daddy." She tossed the phone in her handbag and whipped open the apartment's front door. "Hello Margaret, may I come in." Maggie screamed dropping her purse. Its contents spilled on the floor. For Her Own Good Ch. 01-02 Chapter 1 Maggie tried not to gawk at the man who sat across from her. His unusual question gave her pause, "Excuse me?" She sat in the small booth staring out the window and turning her head looking over her shoulder. Her eyes scanned the lunchtime crowd entering the cool Mexican café. Each person coming inside to get out of the outside heat. They came in from their downtown offices; ordered meals, received food, and ate. She tried not to stare at anyone in particular, listening to snatches of conversations in two languages. Sitting on her hands helped keep her from fidgeting in her seat. "Your reason for going to the club last night?" He raised his brow. "Oh. Curiosity, I guess." Maggie shrugged her shoulder hardly glancing at him. "To see what the excitement was about." Finally she looked up at him, "You know it's the hottest nightclub in town. And well, I wanted to know what attracts; certain people." "Certain people?" His mouth quirked. "You know...people...who." Maggie stammered. "I don't know why I'm so uncomfortable talking about this. I can't imagine what would attract people to go out in public, to a club no less, or anywhere public and well, put themselves on display. I mean one couple practically had sex right there in front of strangers." Her mouth dropped open, shaking her head. "Didn't you know what type of nightclub it was before you went inside it?" He asked with an easy smile. "Sort of. What I mean is, I heard a couple of woman were last seen going there before they disappeared. They were both known to work in gentlemen's clubs...dancers, strippers. I also heard they enjoyed frequenting The Play Ground. I decided to check it out, go to the last place they went before they were reported missing." She stared directly at his face to see if he noticed the lie that slipped out from her lips with ease. "Are you telling me you had no idea what appealed to the people who went to the club?" He asked. "If you mean, did I know people went there to engage in unusual sexual activities? It's true, I didn't know. All I knew was people went there because they're into BDSM." Maggie ducked her head. "I wasn't sure what that was at first other than it was an acronym and I admit I looked it up to discover what it stood for. "What does it mean?" He whispered. Maggie couldn't believe he was seriously asking her to define it. She could hear her voice going from a normal tone to whispering when she spoke of sex. It was humiliating feeling her body moving closer to him when she whispered then sitting back as she rocked in her seat, "Well it's a compilation of different components of erotic play. There's Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadomasochism." "And when you discovered the meaning, what then? Tell me your first thought." His eyes never left her face. "My first thought was...I wanted to know what it meant. I mean I know what bondage means, of course. It means to tie up someone. And I understand the meaning of sadomasochism. Where one person delivers intense pain, that person is known as a Sadist. And the person receiving the pain is known as a Masochist. I guess I wanted to know what it meant for the people doing the acts." She shrugged her shoulders knew she blushed. The heat on her face a tell tale sign. She couldn't keep her lashes from lowering from the plate of food-nachos her favorite Mexican food and she hadn't touched one of them-in front of her and his face. "And going to the club would give you the answer." "Not exactly." "Why not?" He nodded in her direction. Seated comfortably while asking his questions. "Please? Do we really have to talk about this here, in public? Couldn't we go somewhere more private?" She noticed his easy nature in the club the night before. They had yet to discuss his reasons for going the previous night or why he was here with her now. It wasn't like she had gone in search of a man. She squirmed in her seat. His brown eyes unwavering and his unexpectedly direct questions made her uncomfortable. "Where would you suggest we go?" "I don't know." Her eyes went from glancing between him and the table again. She hoped he didn't think her coy. Maggie was still trying to figure out how it came to be that she sat here with him. She thought about her apartment. However, if he were to suggest going to his place. Then she could decline, make an excuse that would end the topic of their conversation. "I think you do know." "Okay, yes. I do but...I'm afraid to say, to ask." Maggie got the feeling he would take her up on the offer. His tone suggested he knew her thoughts. "You won't know the answer until you ask?" "All right, but first. Would you mind if I asked you a question?" Maggie rushed on hardly breathing until she spoke what was utmost on her mind. "Why are you here with me? What I mean is, you're gorgeous. You remind me of a football player, a wide receiver maybe, or better yet, a quarterback. He's the guy in charge of the game. And well, you could have any woman you wanted at the club last night or anywhere. What I mean is, I saw the looks the women were giving you. It was obvious they would have liked you to play with them. So my question is...why me?" She inhaled. "Two women are missing and were last seen entering the club, a place they visited on numerous occasions. I'm not certain of it because it has been some time since I myself have visited the place. Their disappearance has generated numerous news reports both because they were in the business of providing entertainment by allowing their bodies to be on display and because the clientele at the club caters to people who enjoy playing their sexual games in a public establishment. Now to answer your question; I saw a young lady who obviously was out of her element and recognized that while she was quite safe within the confines of the club I felt it necessary to teach her about safety, even if that meant I would have to spank her to do so. To put it bluntly Miss Summers, you intrigued me. You are over the age of consent, correct?" Maggie sat through his explanation. "Yes sir." It took her a moment to recover sensing he meant what he said. "Now wait a minute, you said you wanted to spank me. Why? I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a grown woman I'll have you know and I don't appreciate you thinking because you thought I didn't belong there that you could what? Escort me out, tell me I was a bad girl, and then spank me." She glared at him. "But you were a bad girl, weren't you? You came alone and if I'm not mistaken you didn't tell anyone where you were going last night, correct?" "So what!" Maggie raised her voice finding it for the first time since they had sat down. "There's no law against a woman going out alone. And I had a valid reason for being there. I was after all, trying to discover information about the missing women." She crossed her arms underneath her breasts. "There is no law against it. But you didn't discover anything about them." He raised his eyebrow, "Instead, you found yourself roaming around the club taking in the sights and sounds of the club. You lost your objectivity and found yourself intrigued by the scenes you witnessed. Did you let someone, a friend, or colleague, know that you were going there last night?" "No. But I can explain that." "I'm sure you can, young lady, but it doesn't excuse the fact that you went into a situation you were ill-prepared to handle." "Would you please not call me, young lady? It makes me feel...oh I don't know how it makes me feel. But I know I don't like it when you say it. And I'm not a girl. I'm a woman." She pursed her lips. "You are a lady and you are young. I see nothing wrong with speaking honestly about the person I see in front of me. As for whether or not you are a girl or a woman, as far as I can tell you have all the parts that make up the female species. Are you offended because I called you by what you are." His logic escaped her. "A girl implies someone who is young and inexperienced. A woman on the other hand is older and experienced, not naïve but sophisticated." "Are you older, experienced, worldly?" Maggie ignored his mocked expression. "I'm 25 years old. I've been around. I know what's expected in that department." "You didn't answer my question." "I've done some things." "Which are you a girl or a woman?" "Okay, you've made your point. I'm a young lady, a girl." Maggie hated to admit it. His view of her struck a nerve. She lashed out. "It still doesn't give you the right to say you thought I deserved a spanking because I went to The Play Ground. All because you assumed something about me, by looking at me and talking to me for barely five minutes before taking me out of the club." "And you went willingly with me having only met me for the same length of time. I can see by your surprised expression that you now understand why I wished to spank you. Do you want to go one step further and admit that you were a bad girl for not protecting yourself from harm." "Only if you'll admit that you have a very strange way of explaining why you found yourself interested in seeing to my safety. You don't know me. Why should you care?" "Call me old-fashioned but I believe a man should come to the aid of a damsel in distress. Why not you? Is there some reason I shouldn't find you attractive, or interesting?" Maggie's eyes all but bugged out of her head. His demeanor a contradiction to his age. If she was, as he suggested, a young, naïve lady. Then he was older, not much, but older and sophisticated. "I wasn't in distress. And I'm certainly not a...oh forget it. Look, I appreciate what you did for me last night. I mean getting me safely out of the club and taking me to my car. You really don't owe me an explanation as to why you chose to do so. I was just curious is all." She grabbed her purse and went to slide out of the booth. "It appears you're curious about a number of things. I wouldn't mind helping you discover the answers. That is if you will allow me to do so. We can continue our conversation here or somewhere else more private. You did say you were uncomfortable talking about the subject of sex in public." His dark seductive tone kept her seated. Maggie shook her head. "You mentioned spanking me. So no, maybe it's better if we continue our conversation here." She couldn't believe what she said. When she had her chance to change the subject and leave. She found herself agreeing to continue their conversation and put down her purse. "Fine. Where did you hear about the club?" "On the news, while I was at work." "You have a television at your place of employment?" Maggie sighed; finally they were on safer ground. "Yes. I work for a tabloid newspaper. It isn't the job I want but I had to start somewhere, right? You know, learn the ropes so to speak. And then maybe become a real reporter or a novelist. That's what I really want to do is become a writer of novels or maybe short stories. I'm not sure which one yet. After graduation, I didn't want to return home so I set out to find a job. Let's face it, this isn't New York. This is Texas. I like living here. I mean, a person can get lost in this state." She talked for so long but would say anything to keep from returning to the topic of sex, noticing he had not interrupted her. His eyes held a spark of interest never straying from her face. The strong silent type, she mused feeling comfortable with the man. The uncertainty she felt earlier gone. "A person can get lost in New York as well." "That's true but there's something about being in a state that's known for its friendly people and everything is big here. Not to mention, the summers. Wow, they are very hot. It does take getting used to but I like the heat, not the humidity though. Whew, talk about being unable to breath when the heat and humidity decide to get together on a summer's day. Although I would like to see the snow in wintertime." "Are you from New York?" "No. I lived there when I was two years old. Afterwards, I moved to west Texas. A town called Pillar. Small town, not even a blip on a map. What about you? Where are you from?" "Let's go back to our conversation about the club shall we? And what you saw the couple do last night?" He was persistent, intense, and determined Maggie thought. "You were there. You know what they did." "Yes. But I want you to tell me what you saw, felt, thought about them." Again she found herself fidgeting and sat on her hands. "Miss Summers, Maggie, if you can't speak about the subject of sex openly then you will have difficulty discovering what it is that intrigued you about what you witnessed last night." "I...I didn't exactly see them but I did catch a glimpse of the woman. She was...naked and tethered to a leash. I saw she had on a leather collar. At least, I think it was made of leather. Anyway, she was wearing these black cuffs on her wrists, ankles, and nothing else. I remember thinking to myself that she couldn't possibly have walked into the club that way. You know; naked, but I didn't see her come inside so I couldn't be sure. Then there was the man with her and he was holding the leash and pulling on it making her go along with him. He was very tall, at least six feet and a couple of inches. He wasn't as tall as you are though. And well he wasn't exactly making her go along with him. She followed him and she didn't act as if he was forcing her. I did notice that her eyes weren't all the way open and that she was looking down at her feet. Maybe she was embarrassed that he brought her to the club but I couldn't be sure if that's how she felt. Or maybe she was looking down at her feet because she was wearing these extremely high-heeled shoes. I mean they had to be at least six inches high. He was wearing clothes, well not fully dressed, mind you. He was only wearing pants, leather pants that molded to his slender hips, his muscular thighs, and his...package. I remember seeing the front of his pants and they were kept together by laces crisscrossing and covering the bulge in his pants, you know, his penis. Again, this is very embarrassing to say aloud, but I thought if the bulge in his pants was that big and he wasn't excited I could just imagine how big it would get when he did become sexually excited. I mean it was obviously the reason he brought her to the club was so that he could get his jollies off. Although, I will admit she was very beautiful and maybe she liked the idea of being put on display in front of strangers. Because that's exactly what he did, put her on display." "I must say for someone who only caught a glimpse you certainly noticed quite a lot about the couple." He smiled impressed with her ability. "It's in the job description. Did I miss anything?" She couldn't believe she'd actually described what she'd seen without first writing it down. She smiled proud of her ability and his compliment. "No. There is the matter of what you thought or felt when you turned your back to them. I found that interesting. Most people watch, yet you appeared to listen to the scene. However, it's getting late and I do have to return to my office." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how late it was. You won't get in trouble will you? I mean, for taking such a long lunch. I would hate to think that I was the cause of you being reprimanded or worse; fired, especially the way the economy is these days. Although, come to think of it maybe you wouldn't mind getting a spanking for being late." "And I suppose you believe yourself capable of delivering said spanking." He quipped. "Maybe with a two by four I could." Her eyes popped open, her hand clamped over her mouth and then dropped it down on the table. "Sorry, better not get me started or you'll be even later in returning to work." She had no idea where that bit of boldness came from. "Not to worry. I happen to know the owner of the company quite well." "He or she?" "Pardon me?" "Is the owner a man or a woman?" "A man." "Are you sure he won't be angry with you?" "Positive. What about you and your employer?" Maggie shrugged. "Mr. Hawkins doesn't care so long as the work for the day is completed. Besides, my job isn't writing the news articles. I'm an office clerk, at least for the time being, until someone notices me." "I see. Well if you do have any problems with your employer, here's my card. I'll be happy to explain the reason why you were late for work this afternoon." "That really isn't necessary. I won't get in any trouble." "Maybe not with your employer, but you are in serious trouble with me." Maggie drew back staring up at him as he prepared to leave. "Wait a minute. What did I do wrong?" "Think about it and call me at six o'clock. We'll talk then." ~~~~ Mike thought about it as well. It had been difficult to look at her during lunch. To not reach out and touch her. Maggie dressed in a sack shaped dress. It swallowed her small frame. The only saving grace, its hue was the same color as her violet-blue wide-opened eyes. Listening to the tone of her voice made him aware she was not a stranger to him. He had wanted to smile over her description of Quinn and Lina. The woman, who sat across from him during lunch, had no idea who he was to her. Who they had been together. One brief exception, a tiny moment, and a comment she blurted aloud. Yes, she had hit him with a two by four. Last night, when he approached her Maggie had stared right through him without a trace of recognition. He should feel grateful to have found her alive and well. What he felt was cheated. He had not wanted, at the tender age of ten years old, to love a tiny little girl. Now at the age of thirty, Mike had no other choice. She was his. He all but raised her, only to walk away to allow her find her own way. He wiped his hand over his face taking a deep breath. He was unable to focus on the paperwork in his hand. His assumption after their lunch was that she was still in danger. If not to herself, then to someone else. Returning to the vanilla world had not been Maggie's idea. She belonged in his world. Until he knew the reason behind her return to the club and her memory loss, he would do what was second nature to him. And what was best for her. ~~~~ Maggie did think about it, all afternoon. She'd made quick work of filing and photocopying the paperwork on her desk. Occasionally having to double check if she'd filed the paperwork in the proper place because her mind wasn't on her work. She sat at her desk idly playing with the mouse staring at nothing in particular. She couldn't stop thinking about him or the topic of their conversation. She replayed it in her head repeatedly, inwardly cringing when she thought of how she acted. How his rich deep voice made her think of dark refined whiskey. She had no idea if there was such a thing having never touched a drop of alcohol. Then there was the way she felt when listening to the sound of his voice. The authority it carried. No, she corrected the authority of his carriage; it was there inside him. And it made her want to get to know the man. But what purpose would it serve. It was obvious to her that he viewed her as a child. Someone he thought he would have to teach a lesson to and reprimand. And he could do both to her. She wanted both the lesson and the spanking but it would end there because he wasn't interested in her as a woman. Not when he could have any woman he desired. The thought of his rejection of her hurt. She didn't know why she felt bad considering she had only met him last night. But then again, she did know why it bothered her. Men weren't attracted to her. Boys were, but that was only because they thought she was the same age as them. Something she couldn't do anything about: her looks. She couldn't help it that she looked like a kid. She didn't know how many times she had had to prove her age by producing her identification. She wasn't some freak child genius but an adult. Even here, at the Gazette they hadn't believed her at first. For Her Own Good Ch. 03 Please read Chapter 1 & 2 or you may find yourself lost. Thanks MaaddMaaxx for your assistance. * I think I may have briefly gotten through, not as much as I'd hoped, but it's a start." "I feel it's my responsibility to strongly advice you against proceeding with your plan. It could backfire causing more harm than good." The woman spoke in a cool professional manner. "I appreciate your concern and I will take into account what you've told me. I know what to avoid." "Is she in any danger?" "She's safe." "You do realize you can't protect her from learning the truth, Mike." The minutes past in silence with deep breath sounds and the static of a bad phone connection the only noise coming through the phone's earpiece. "Did you hear what I said? Where are you by the way?" "I heard you and I'm in front of her apartment building in the parking lot. I'm well aware of the fact that she will need to know the truth." The way things stood between he and Maggie, he didn't need to be reminded of the difficulty he might encounter when the situation had already become more complicated than expected. It was unavoidable and he wouldn't have done anything different but what was necessary in order to protect her even while she was at work. If she had chosen to continue her plans as a writer instead of deciding to pursue a career as a reporter he wouldn't have had to inform her employer of her tendency to pursue the research on a story until she got what she was after. The fact that this time her pursuit involved the possibility of asking the wrong person the right question and putting herself at risk somehow made him feel as though he had failed her. "Did the two of you have a confrontation? Is that why you're waiting in the parking lot? "I wouldn't call standing at her door confrontational although she may have seen it in that manner." He went on to explain what had happened and why he'd made his presence known to Maggie. He didn't say anything about how angry he felt with himself for losing her for the second time. Nor did he say a word about how he spent today and the night before parked where he was until he'd checked to make certain she was safely asleep and the area around her apartment was secure. The first time he lost her had been entirely his fault. He had walked away because he had been afraid of hurting her. By the time he realized his mistake Maggie had disappeared. He'd panicked believing the worst. Her disappearance had resembled the other two missing women in situation and the timeframe put her as the second victim. With the exception of their occupations and that no bodies had been found. Each day shed information on the possibility of foul play in the dancers' disappearance but nothing on Maggie as a victim of any crime. He had gone to the police. They were at the point of issuing an, "Amber Alert," until he pointed out that she wasn't a child. It was an eye opening experience that he did not want to repeat. His own private investigator yielded no results. So Mike was left with nothing but his gut instincts, unreturned phone messages to her aunt, and Maggie's cell phone. When she finally reappeared and Quinn had mentioned seeing her inside The Play Ground, Mike went after her but his mixed emotions at seeing her were short lived. Whatever had occurred during her absence Maggie seemed not to have any memory of him or their friends. "And she hasn't come out of her apartment?" "No. She's asleep. At least she should be by now." "Then there's nothing more you can do tonight. From what you've told me so far you're pushing her too hard. You need to take baby steps. Putting her in stressful situations won't make her memory return. One more thing, you aren't the only person effected by her amnesia. Go home and get some rest. You're going to need it." The professional tone from moment's ago disappeared. She clicked off without saying goodbye. Mike sat for a few more minutes staring into the darkest night. Maggie was close and he was tempted to use the key to her apartment that she had given him to go in after her and carry her back to his home where she belonged. What kept him in his car was the idea that he'd be going against his own beliefs. The result wouldn't justify his action and the risk of losing her completely was present in his thoughts and his actions. While it may appear he was pushing her limits, he was conscious of how far to go to bring out her inner strength. He smiled when he remembered the look on her face when she told him off. Her use of language, in particular, when she cursed at him was music to his ears. If she hadn't been so confused, she would have seen the truth in his reply. His smile disappeared. He would have to change tactics and give Maggie the weekend before approaching her again. He thought of calling Lina back. She was upset and had every right to be unhappy. The two women were friends. He'd introduced them. ~~~~ Maggie stretched her arms over her head slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. The glare of the sun shining in through her bedroom window made it difficult for her to see the time. But she wasn't concerned as it was the weekend and she had no plans, except for food and the dream. Her stomach no longer grumbled or growled which was a good thing because she wasn't ready to get out of bed. She reached for the notebook she kept on her bedside table. She didn't remember too much about the dream other than it made her feel good inside more like herself again. She made a happy face on the sheet of paper then feeling inspired she drew a body to go with the face. She couldn't draw of course but she had fun pretending and added more to the stick figure. She stared at the lonely figure the pencil in her mouth. She grimaced at the feel of the metal tip against her teeth where she had chewed off the eraser. Then taking it out of her mouth, she aimed and tossed it in the trashcan across the room from her bed taken by surprise when it landed inside the can. Feeling victorious, she hopped up jumping up and down on her thick mattress laughing and carrying on as though she had made the winning shot. Not feeling the least bit conscious of her behavior enjoying the freedom of playing around she searched for something else to toss into the makeshift basket hoop. She quickly grabbed her notepad and crumbled the page she had drawn on and several more. She was both player and commentator in her tiny apartment playing a game of basketball. When she missed her final shot from the farthest distance she plopped down on the floor acting as if she had lost the big game. Maggie rolled over onto her stomach with her face resting on her closed hands she stared at the crumbled paper an inch away from its intended target. She'd never been allowed to play at any sport while growing up. If she had it wouldn't have been basketball for the obvious reason that she was the shortest person in her grade, in her whole school for that matter. She had been teased and taunted about her size back then but she wasn't a midget or a dwarf, standing at her full height of an inch over five feet made her of normal height. As a teenager it was her small bone structure that made her appear smaller than average. She'd been instructed in dance and piano lessons of which she excelled at but rarely had the opportunity to use. Not wanting to ruin her good mood, she got up on her hands and knees crawled over to the paper and popped it into the can nodding her head in satisfaction. "All right young lady time to hit the showers." She paused for a moment shook her head at how she had referred to herself. There was no sense denying that it did have a certain appeal making her feel special as if it was okay to be young and act properly. Proper etiquette was important to her having had it instilled in her from an early childhood. She did her best to accomplish it even when it was at times difficult to do so. Maggie stood with her phone in her hand. She had showered and dressed, getting ready to go out for breakfast, but there was something she had to do first. "Hello." "Um...hello...Mr. Stanton." "Who is this?" "Um...it's me...Maggie." When he didn't immediately reply, her throat closed around the lump inside it. Her knees felt weak she reached for the arm of the sofa to help her remain standing somehow feeling that she couldn't sit comfortably until she completed her task. She swallowed the lump of nerves locking her knees. It made her feel a bit lightheaded. "Oh." "Are you all right?" "Um, yes. I mean no. Could you hold on a minute?" "Yes." Maggie set the phone down quickly walked to the sink and filled a tall glass with water. She counted each swallow of the cool liquid quenching her thirst and getting rid of the dryness in her mouth. Her eyes stared at the phone a silent plea that he wouldn't be too upset over her rude behavior. She rushed back to the phone. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to keep you waiting or for calling you at home. I tried your office number but what I have to say couldn't be said in a message. I'm sure you're a very busy man and you probably have a hectic day planned and want to get back to it. It's just that I thought I should...what I mean is...I..." "Tell me." There it was again that feeling of dè-já vu over two simple words said in a gentle whisper from his deep whiskey voice. Maggie felt as if he had wrapped his arms around her, patiently waiting for her to tell him her deepest feelings. She felt relaxed comforted but she remained standing. "I called to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I realize that I shouldn't have gone to your office yesterday and made such a fuss while you were at your work neither should I have shouted at you in anger. It was highly inappropriate and I'm sorry. I hope you will forgive me for it." Maggie didn't express her feelings. She didn't want him to think she expected him to accept her apology because of them. She felt bad enough over her misbehavior once she examined how she must have looked in front of him. She inwardly cringed at the image and tried not to think about how he appeared like the patient parental figure. "I appreciate your phone call however I can't accept your apology." "What?" her voice squeaked, "But why." Even to her own ears, she could hear the whine in her tone. She hated the little girl voice that came out. Whiny children were one thing they had their reasons. Whiny adults were grownups who needed...Maggie dismissed the thought. "Is there a reason why you won't accept my apology?" "Yes, there is." When he didn't continue she wondered what his possible reason for not accepting could be. It was important to her that she give her heartfelt apology but it was equally important that she be forgiven, otherwise there were hurt or unresolved feelings. Even though she wouldn't be seeing him again and doubted that their paths would cross, there was always the possibility that they might meet accidentally. Knowing it was up to her to make amends. "Would you mind telling me your reason for not accepting and how I can make it up to you?" Her heart beat faster in her chest afraid he was going to tell her she would have to do something demeaning. "Have breakfast with me." Maggie wasn't sure she heard him correctly but at the mention of food her stomach growled. She was both surprised and happy that there was a way for her to make it up to him. "I'm sorry did you just ask me to have breakfast with you?" "Yes." The best part was that she could take care of two things at the same time and then have the rest of the day to enjoy. "Where would you like to meet?" Following the directions he gave, she passed the city's limits and a truck stop restaurant before finding herself driving down a winding two lane farm road. There were no billboards to indicate how far till the restaurant he had chosen. She was growing more anxious and more famished the longer it took her. She tried not to think too much about Mr. Stanton sitting across from her while they ate. He seemed pleased that she had agreed but warned her it would take thirty minutes if not longer, depending on the traffic. He reassured her that the food although simple would appear within minutes of her arrival. He went so far as to describe the food served and her mouth practically watered when he mentioned all her favorites: a mushroom and cheese omelet with four slices of crispy bacon and stack of fluffy pancakes with real butter and maple syrup. It was a treat she rarely allowed herself to indulge, eating a meal with dessert and she could eat the dessert first if she wanted, but she never did. Maggie always saved it to go along with her coffee. Although she normally lingered over both, savoring each bite and sip, today she wouldn't have the luxury. There was still the matter of her apology and his acceptance. She didn't know whether she was expected to do so before they ate or afterwards. It was probably best to do it right away. Finally, she saw the sign. It wasn't a billboard and it had taken her over an hour to get here. Because she decided to change into a sundress instead of the t-shirt and jeans she wore after she hung up the phone. "You tricked me!" "No I didn't." His fingers went under her chin he stepped down from inside the house to his front porch standing inches away from her. "You asked where I would like to meet you, remember? And I prefer my house and a home cooked meal. Are you hungry?" "And I suppose your wife---" "I'm not married." He softly replied holding her gaze. Maggie eyed him with suspicion. He was smiling down at her as if he were truly happy to see her. Even after she pounded on his door and yelled at him. His smiled revealed a small dimple on his left cheek. It was the first time he'd smiled at her and it made her want him to do it more often. He stood so close to her she could smell the mint-flavored toothpaste on his breath. She could see his eyes weren't a solid shade of brown but they held tiny flecks of gold in the irises. She blinked believing that a couple of them flamed to life. And the smell of his cologne could only be described as a crisp cool morning breeze. She took a deep breath smelling him and the bacon coming from inside his home. Mr. Stanton chuckled. Maggie's eyes popped open at the sound of her stomach, which she hadn't heard but he had. "Come on, you must be hungry." His hand brushed down the length of her arm taking her hand in his. Maggie looked down at their hands. He was holding it lightly but firm giving her the opportunity to release herself from his touch without any effort if she chose to do so. The feel of his skin was soft and warm and she found herself not wanting to let go. She looked up at him. It was true that she had asked him where to meet her and she had to admit that although he was direct and seemingly arrogant in his dealings with her he hadn't forced her into saying or doing anything she hadn't wanted. "I am hungry but there is the matter of my apology and I wouldn't feel right if I didn't tell you how sorry I am over my behavior yesterday." She cast her eyes down, afraid that even now, standing in front of him, personally telling him, he wouldn't accept it. She saw his hand move up towards her face. Maggie's body tensed she felt herself cave in, as if the need to protect herself would be necessary. She shut her eyes, anxious and afraid of what he was planning to do. "Open your eyes." Maggie gasped at his gentle words along with the return of his touch under her chin. She wasn't prepared for the warm feelings that spread through her, making her softly moan. She barely managed to open her eyes. When she heard his whispered acceptance and felt the soft kiss he placed on her forehead making her lightheaded with happiness and gratitude. She leaned in closer to him the kiss felt like a brand spreading heat to her cheeks. The feel of his arms around her tugged at her heart making her eyes mist. She wiped her face stepping away from him. "Thank you, Michael." Her relish for the food that had been served and eaten was clear by Maggie's empty plates. She sat there with her stomach full from the meal. Michael hadn't been wrong when he mentioned that a home cooked meal was better than eating out. And she had enjoyed his company even as she wondered how it was he knew all her favorite foods while they ate and talked about her interests. He seemed to understand her desire to become a writer and had made some suggestions. All of them she already knew but found interesting that he knew them also. Her finger slid lazily across the one plate where syrup remained, gathering as much as possible on the tip. She leaned over the table to avoid wasting a drop of the sweet thick liquid quietly humming over the taste of it on her tongue her eyes half closed. Her face a couple of inches above the plate she jumped in her seat at his unexpected touch wiping at the corner of her mouth when he came up beside her after refilling his coffee mug. "You missed a drop." Maggie's neck was thrown back staring up at him beside her. At his full height he towered over her making her feel smaller. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip his eyes pinning her to the hardwood bench seat. While waiting for her to lick off the sticky residue from her mouth, he continued to gaze, inviting her to taste the tip of his thumb. Her tongue brushed across tender and firm skin the mixture of sweet and salty made her stomach flutter with a strange new sensation. Her eyes gazed up at his lips wondering what it would be feel like to taste them to kiss him. If she could somehow reach up and bring him down to her level to kiss him before he realized what she wanted. Instead she did nothing more than stare up at him. "Would you like another cup of coffee?" "Oh no, thank you. I really should be going." She said this while staring at the buckle of his belt. Her eyes drifting lower then quickly she lowered her head stopping herself from looking any further. He moved away and went to the opposite side of the table; saving her further embarrassment over her revealing her thoughts and where she'd been looking when she'd spoken, taking his seat she stared at the plates in front of her. "Thank you for breakfast." Without knowing why, Maggie got up from the table and began to remove the dirty dishes. "I'll just clean these up for you." She didn't look at him instead she cast her eyes downward focusing on her task. He said nothing as she went about clearing the table, putting the dishes into the sink, turning on the water and filling it with soap. Maggie had her hands in the soapy hot water looking down at the bubbles when she felt him behind her. "Here, let me help you." She felt his hand on her waist as he put an apron around her. "I wouldn't want you to get that pretty dress you're wearing wet." She sucked in her breath at the same time feeling warmth inside the center of her body making its way to the area between her thighs. She held still for him while he tied the strings tightly around her waist. Her hands gripped the plate afraid to move with him standing close behind her. "Breathe, Maggie." When she did the feeling of the strings cut into her waist. His hands spanned around her sending heat from his touch. It wasn't painful but it made her more aware of the heat at the center of her body and the small spot of wetness on her panties. She couldn't think past the hot flash of excitement. "When you're finished with your chore, baby girl, come and find me." Maggie heard the steady click of his shoe's heels as he walked out of the large kitchen. His pace, similar to his voice, was soft and unhurried. She didn't turn around to see where he went. Instead, she stood there carefully washing the china plate in her trembling hands. For Her Own Good Ch. 04 I wish to thank all the readers for their comments and feedback on Chapters 1 through 3. I take all feedback seriously. Please don't hesitate to write positive or negative comments, but include details as to why you liked it or hated it. It helps me make what was good better and to fix what's bad. Please include a write back email so I may address comments. Premise: Some men were meant to raise the women they love. Synopsis:: Maggie's story is of self-discovery and intimate connections. The plot is a mystery adventure where the search for identities takes a trip down memory lane. The story is fictional and contains suggestive language to fuel the imagination on the following: BDSM, a fetish, without incest. With humbleness and always thankful txblush Again I wish to thank MaaddMaaxx for editorial assistance. This is an original work by txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site. Michael heard her screams and with quick long strides, he was back in her room. At her bedside he took down the railing and lifted her into his arms. The moment he had the two of them seated she curled up into a tight ball with her arms covering her head and face crying but not fighting him. Gently, so as not to hurt her he took her wrists in his hand lowering her arms, "Hush baby girl you're safe." He murmured repeatedly from the moment he picked her up. It wasn't until he began to set the gliding rocker in motion with his foot that her body relaxed, slowly uncurling. Her head fell back across the crook of his arm. Maggie's eyes were still closed. Michael checked the large bandage on the side of her head and the Ace bandage around her ankle to see that they were both still secure. He brought her closer to his chest having discovered the last time she had her nightmare that she would stop crying at the sound of his heartbeats. He had been talking with Doctor Parker, who had given Maggie a strong sedative, when her screams interrupted them at the door. Parker had explained to Mike before leaving that he wouldn't have given her anything but the facts were clear that she wouldn't allow Mike near her. He could see she had no idea where she was or that she had sustained a fall making it necessary. Both men were concerned over the deep gash on the side of her head and the possibility of a concussion. The head wound and her twisted ankle needed treatment. Mike understood, but it didn't make it any easier to see her struggling against a nightmare that seemed to repeat itself. Mike had an accurate idea of who was responsible for the dreams. With the drugs in her system, there was nothing to do but wait until she awakened. His hope was that Parker was correct and that she wouldn't retain any memory of the nightmare. At the sound of her whimpering, "Hush, baby girl, you're safe. Daddy's right here." Gazing down at her, he caressed her hair moving it away from her heart shaped face. Her color having returned her cheeks to a blushed pale red. She was asleep again when he placed her back into her bed, lifting the railing to keep her from falling out of it or trying to get up without his assistance. He had a big problem: what to say to her when she woke up? He kissed her promising her he would return. Mike walked into his living room and stood in front of the red brick fireplace. "Still haven't figure it out have you?" He turned to look at Hamilton seated and tied to his chair. The last person he wanted in his home, or anywhere near Maggie. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips, "How does it feel, Hamilton, to have been told, 'no' by a woman and in such a forceful manner?" "We both know that if it hadn't been for you punching me I wouldn't have fallen. You could have broken my nose, asshole." He spat out. "I should call the police on you and that bitch," He nodded in the direction Mike had come from, "for assault." Mike walked across the room. Hamilton moved his chair scraping it across the hardwood floor almost tipping himself over by the time Mike reached him. Grabbing his jacket he patted the pockets until he found what he was looking for. He righted the man's chair, tossed the phone in his lap, and untied him. "Go ahead call them." He stepped back seeing the blood stained trail on Hamilton's coat evidence of Mike's crime. "When you're finished you might want to tell them of your own crime." Charles rubbed his wrists. He picked up the phone placing it in his top pocket. "And what crime would that be?" He adjusted his shirtsleeves, "Maggie? Well there's where you're wrong, Stanton. After you walked away from her, she went looking for someone else to take your place to fill her perverted desires." His sly smile and the glint in his cold dark eyes, "She asked for it, practically begged me to fuck her. No crime when it's consensual." Mike said nothing. The idea that he somehow exposed her to the man sitting in front of him made his jaw clench. He wouldn't say that the two men had a history. Contrary to Hamilton's greeting earlier, they weren't friends. But then the incident between them still had some effect on him. He could feel the slow trickle of anger running through is veins. "Is that what you did to gain her trust Hamilton? Tell her that the two of us had once been colleges roommates." His voice hard the anger just below the surface. "Very good, Stanton." Charles drew out the sentence in approval. Stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles, "Imagine her surprise when she happened to discover that I was the owner of the hottest club in town." His hands went above and behind his head. "It's a shame I had to sell it to one of my associates. After all I couldn't have my future discovering that I was like the man I warned her about." Mike was on the verge of telling him to go to hell but knew it was pointless to explain the kind of lifestyle and code of ethics he lived. Then he saw something move out of his peripheral vision, Maggie slowly making her way on her hands and knees crawling across the hardwood floor. "Vivian Summers was very disappointed to hear that her niece was running around wild visiting nightclubs and becoming associated with deviants. She asked for my help. Anything I could do to assist her in saving Maggie from following the same path that almost destroyed her life." His voice had taken on a higher pitch in a poor imitation of Vivian's voice. Charles cleared his throat. "Imagine her surprise when she heard it was the young man that she had grown to trust with helping her take care of Maggie." It took every ounce of self-control for Mike not to move a muscle. His heart pounding in his chest the fierce need to protect Maggie from further harm. And to think that her aunt had something to do with this made it even more disturbing. He wasn't vain but it had crossed his mind a few times, to ask what had attracted her to Charles Hamilton. Then again, he had seen for himself the man's ability for deception and violence. All he needed was patience and Hamilton would do the rest. As long as Charlie believed, Mike was where he wanted him. "Come to think of it I shouldn't take all the credit. If it weren't for you I would never have thought of it." Maggie had disappeared behind Hamilton who hadn't once noticed her. But Mike gained no satisfaction over the fact seeing the pain etched on her face. Doc had mentioned she would have one hell of a headache. But it was seeing her cringing over the sound of his loud tone; even after Mike had told Hamilton to lower his voice, he showed no indication of concern, knowing her sensitivity to booming sounds. "Hypnosis to wipe any trace of you and your perverted sexual practices from her mind." Mike wasn't sure he heard correctly. His blood ran cold at the thought of what had been done. He couldn't even imagine such a thing or that Maggie's mind would allow it, which was the key to hypnosis. The person didn't do anything against their better judgment or against their will, unless under extreme conditions. It was impossible yet he had known immediately upon meeting her again that she wasn't the same woman. Vital pieces of what made her unique were stripped from her, stolen from her. And in such a perverse manner, that for the first time in his life, the urge to retrieve his favorite bullwhip and flay Hamilton to an inch of his life held such appeal that he actually smiled. Then something occurred to him. "So what went wrong Hamilton?" "What do you mean? Are you telling me that she remembers you?" Mike ignored the question. "There had to be a payoff." He raised his eyebrow. Unless he was mistaken, Maggie had an idea of what or at least who was responsible for her current state of mind. At the puzzled look on Hamilton's face Mike continued. "Your engagement?" Not only was Hamilton unaware of his surrounding, never having heard her softly moaning in pain while she made her way into the room, he wasn't very quick witted. It pained him to have to spell it out but he was determined to discover as much information as he could for her sake. Charles' arms finally came down his hands slapping the chair's arms. His harsh cruel laughter bounced against the walls of the large room. "It was never about Maggie, Stanton." He winked, "I was sorry to miss the reunion between the two of you. Must have come as quite a shock to your ego when she looked right through you not recognizing her childhood friend." Finally, Charles leaned forward. "Vivian Summers insisted." He softly hissed. But Mike wasn't looking at Hamilton. Charles turned his head looking over his shoulder. His eyes bulged. Not even Mike, who had watched her until she disappeared into his kitchen, could believe his eyes. "You stole my life from me, Charlie." Maggie spoke with an edge in her whispery voice, while standing there in one of Michael's dress shirts with its sleeves rolled up and the length going past her knees. Both men froze in place staring at her. Mike couldn't see behind Hamilton but he knew something was wrong. Maggie winced while slowly making her way beside him. In her hand, she held a gun pointing it at his body. "How does it feel Charlie to have the pistol you used against me pointed at you?" She placed the barrel at point blank range against his chest. Her voice calm and steady, "How does it feel to know that my finger is on the trigger ready and very capable of making your cold heart—colder?" "Give me the gun, baby girl." "No." Maggie punctuated her sharp reply by stamping her foot. She winced in pain but the gun stayed against Charlie's chest. It was his only weapon and he would use it to his advantage. "Then you'll have to shot me, baby girl. Is that what you want, baby girl?" Maggie shook her head. "No. Please, I don't want to hurt you. He's the bad man, not you." Her voice changed going higher. She sounded like a child. "You didn't hurt me. You would-never-hurt me. Would you?" "Yes baby girl, I will. I'll have to." Charles' eyes shifted back and forth between them. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at Stanton. "But...if you give Daddy the gun," He paused waiting to see if she would remember. Hoping that Doc was wrong and that she had some memory of what he'd done. Maggie's body stiffened her hand went behind her back and rubbed her butt to ease a remembered pain. "You do remember what happened, baby girl. What Daddy did, when you wouldn't sit still, for the doctor?" It was the first time Mike reacted without thinking, using what he knew would be effective to get his point across. She wasn't Maggie, at the time, but his baby girl and he hadn't regretted the spanking he gave her. He didn't have all the answers to the reasons why or if this was related to her head injury; there hadn't been time to sort it out. Maggie stepped away but kept the gun trained on Charlie. She didn't turn around but continued to walk backwards. In two strides, Mike was behind her. Maggie gasped as his hand took the gun away his body pressed against hers. He pointed the gun at Hamilton while taking Maggie into his arm, picking her up he held her to his side. Her arms around his neck, he heard her sigh of relief. "When you meet the Devil at the gate," He put his finger on the pistol's trigger. "Now...Now, wait a minute Stanton...Mike." Charles waved his hands. His face dripped with sweat. He quickly swiped his eyes with the hand and then his jacket, which was heavily stained, under his arms. "If you have something to say Hamilton spit it out. Otherwise, I'll be forced to kill an intruder who assaulted a guest in my house." He cocked the pistol. Hamilton sat back gripping the arms of his chair. "Cover your ears, baby girl. Daddy knows how sensitive his little girl's ears are." Maggie pressed her head into his shoulder and covered her exposed ear with her hand. Mike stepped closer to his target. "You'll never get away with this." "I'm not trying to get away. As a matter of fact, I'll let you place the call to the police." Seeing Hamilton reach for his pocket, "Are you in that much of a hurry to die, Charles?" Mike watched him lower his hand, "I didn't think so. Now listen closely because I'm not going to repeat myself. What's the word or phrase you used that will restore Maggie's memories?" The muscles in Hamilton throat moved up and down. He shook his head back and forth. "You stupid, son of a bitch." Mike pulled the trigger. Maggie's hand relaxed falling, to her side. He left Hamilton on the floor. Mike hadn't liked giving Maggie another sedative, but he needed her to sleep. She hadn't argued with him, she was half conscious by the time he had shot Hamilton, when he had fed her the pills. He stayed with her long enough to ensure she was asleep. He couldn't risk her leaving her bed again. He locked the room's door while placing a call. "How quickly can you get here? Fine, I'll be waiting. Bring Quinn. I may need a lawyer." Mike picked Hamilton up off the floor, tossing him over his shoulder. He headed out the door. An hour later he met Lina and Quinn at the front door. "I don't have a lot of time to explain." He hugged Lina, kissed her on the cheek, and shook Quinn's hand. "It's about Maggie and I need your help Lina. Quinn I hate to ask your wife to do this, but without her help..." Mike had never been at a loss for words. But he knew he couldn't be in two places at once. The three of them raced towards the bedroom. Maggie's screams weren't screams but high pitched keening sounds. Mike didn't waste any time getting to her. He narrowly avoided her hand as it reached up to scratch him. The way she thrashed around kicking and fighting him, he barely managed to get her in his arms. Lina and Quinn stayed close to the door. Once Maggie was asleep in Mike's arms Lina approached kneeling in front of him. "May I?" She whispered with her arms out. Mike didn't hesitate to place her in Lina's arms. He trusted the woman. She was who he called when he had discovered Maggie's memory loss. It was her advice he sought when he decided to use hypnosis to help Maggie. Lina's experience with it was far more advanced than his, but she had another ability: a gift. "She's under the influence." He showed the bottle of pills to Lina letting her read the label. They spoke quietly as Mike quickly filled her in on what occurred earlier and since their last conversation on the phone. Quinn knelt behind his wife taking her hair away from her face clipping it up while she explained what she needed Mike to do. Mike had seen the look that past between Quinn and Lina when she thanked her husband. Seeing Lina and Quinn and comparing their life to his, Maggie's disappearance had brought home the emptiness of Mike's life. He had respected her wish to wait until she was ready to explore the sex games and the lifestyle as his submissive in a budding relationship. He had walked away because he felt she should explore others. After all, he reasoned at the time, she fit inside the vanilla world. Maggie began to stir in Lina's arms. She pulled the young woman closer to her, holding her in a tight embrace. "Are you ready Mike? Remember not to break contact." He nodded putting his hand on Lina's arm the two of them closed their eyes. Through Lina Mike was about to see Maggie's nightmare. She fought against Charlie stripping off her clothes and putting his fingers inside her vagina. Maggie feels the pain and cries out. Then he touches her clitoris and she feels her orgasm. Her body is shaking and she can't breathe. She feels her body being tossed, suspended in the air for a moment, and then she lands on something soft. Her hands run across the silk smooth material underneath her. She looks around the dark room finding herself in a stranger's bedroom on a bed. She is afraid to pull the comforter around and cover herself with it. Instead, she puts her arm across her naked breasts and cups her vagina. She curls up on her side bringing her knees close to her chest staring at the door. A moment later, she hears the sound of water running coming from inside the other room. She feels the naked skin of her mound underneath her hand. She presses her fingers harder against her vaginal lips' feeling them opening and closing feeling the heat and wetness between her legs. Her virginity a secret. Daddy and baby girl. Maggie moans while her dream changes to a different place. And her wish for the future reveals itself. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," The minister smiles at her. She smiles turning her head and tilting it up while closing her eyes. She feels the kiss on her forehead. She feels his breathe caress her lips. "I love you, Daddy." Maggie whispers into his mouth. "I love you, baby girl." Maggie feels his soft lips press against hers. He rips her beautiful white wedding gown shredding it away from her body exposing her naked skin. She kneels on the floor of the honeymoon suite spreading her legs open looking up into his face. Showing him all of her with her hands-palms open-resting on her thighs, she whispers, "Show me everything, Daddy." Maggie's body stiffens. She hears the sound of the water and her eyes fly open. She's back inside the strange bedroom. She doesn't want to be here. Maggie wraps the comforter around her cold shivering body. She's afraid. She slowly moves off the bed quietly going towards the door. She twists the knob. It's locked. "Please, I don't want to be here." Maggie repeatedly hits the door with her open palm while frantically twisting the locked knob. Her face close to the door she whispers, "Please...let me out." She turns her head looking over her shoulder afraid whoever is in the other room is coming to get her. "Please someone, anyone, I want to go home." She starts crying. "Please, Daddy! I want to come home! I'm sorry, I ran away!" She bangs on the door with her fist. Then she hears a voice from the other side of it. "Hush, baby girl. You're safe. Daddy's right here." "Daddy!" She twists the knob in her hand. It's not locked. Maggie quickly opens the door. But when she does, the room is empty. She races out of t finding herself in a long hallway with a door at the end. "I know you're hiding, Daddy." She says in a singsong little girl voice and then giggles. "But I'll find you. And when I do: I'm going to make you, 'show me everything'! Even if that means, I have to spank you!" Then Maggie laughs. Michael opens his eyes at the sound of Maggie's chuckle. He looks at Lina whose eyes are also open and smiling at him, saying, "She should be fine now." Her hair was pulled out from the clip in several places. For Her Own Good Ch. 05 I wish to thank the readers for their comments and feedback on Chapters 1 through 4. I take all feedback seriously. Please don't hesitate to write positive or negative comments, but include details as to why you liked it or hated it. It helps me make what was good better and to fix what's bad. Please include a write back email so I may address comments. Premise: Some men were meant to raise the women they love. Series Summary-An encounter at a nightclub brings Maggie Summers and Michael Stanton to discuss the topic of BDSM. Cursed with a childish appearance Maggie sets out to prove that she’s an adult in control of her life. Forgetting her manners she views the attractive Mr. Stanton as a threat in a game she refuses to play. Until a guilty conscience over her childish behavior returns her to familiar surroundings and Maggie’s sexual desires resurface in the comfort of Michael’s home. A visit from Charles Hamilton, Maggie’s ex-fiancé provides the answer to her odd behavior. The story is fictional and contains suggestive language to fuel the imagination. With humbleness and always thankful txblush I wish to thank MaaddMaaxx for editorial assistance. This is an original work by txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site. ~~~~ Chapter 5 The soothing scent of lavender filled the humid bathroom. Maggie sat on the edge of the tub with her feet in the tub’s water. Michael had set her down after carrying her into the steamy room. He had not mentioned hearing her crying or his visits as she slept. She slowly unbuttoned the dress shirt she wore peeking over her shoulder at him. “Be careful not to get your bandage wet. I’ll be back to wash your hair.” Maggie gasped, “No! Wait! I…” Mike grinned at the sound of water splashing and her sputtering. She had fallen into the tub still in his shirt and her under clothes. When he turned around at the open door, his grin was gone. “Enjoy your bath.” With his knowledge of Maggie’s sizes and Lina’s willingness to purchase the list of clothing items he’d given her, Maggie had everything she needed for her stay with him. His smile returned when he thought of how she stared at him in surprise with her bow shaped mouth partly open sitting soaking wet in the tub surrounded by a sea of bubbles. He glanced at the vacant bed. His discovery of her sleeping with the flowers’ petals scattered on the covers of the bed with her hand resting on top of the stripped stems. Yes, baby girl. He loves you; he thought when he found where she had thrown away the petals. Noticing she now wore the braided leather loosely around her small wrist. Mike understood her need to re-experience those childhood games, even though she did not. Maggie had few opportunities growing up under Vivian’s strict watchful eyes. He knew of Vivian’s treatment of her niece. He received many calls of concern over Maggie’s decision to attend a university far from home. When Maggie moved to the area she had lived close enough to him that if there were problems with her, he had the authority to curtail her activities, except those they had shared. Not once abusing his authority, he allowed her to find her own way, but Vivian used her own fears on the subject of sex and her need to control. Her betrayal cut deep because she had relied on him, from the time he was ten years old, to watch over Maggie. With Hamilton’s use of hypnosis, the two people had virtually returned Maggie’s virginity, but not her curiosity about sex. Before they had stripped Maggie’s mind she had wanted his guidance in exploring his alternate lifestyle. She showed him the material she read never shying away from him and always full of questions. Now her innocence a return to a time before her true sexual desires began to unfold. This time around he would play her games opening her eyes, mind, and body to his playtime, his world. For now Mike could wait. He checked the thought at the door. Bath time wasn’t over yet. Maggie was the picture of a woman half her age. A child playing with the bubbles watching them float in the air before she noticed him come into the room. Michael stood beside the tub. “Did you use the entire bottle of bubbles?” “No.” She replied staring up at him. Michael glared down at her raising his brow, “Then show me the bottle?” “Oh, all right.” She huffed. “Yes, but it was only because they were almost gone and…” Maggie’s eyes shifted away from his direct gaze. “I’m waiting, young lady.” It was difficult to keep himself from laughing at the sight of bubbles billowing up past her shoulders. “Well, it was because you were gone so long.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and stared up at him. “The reason was for your benefit.” “Oh. Well, I did enjoy it. That is until the bubbles started to disappear.” She filled her hands with a large single bubble blowing it in his direction. “See the colors of the rainbow are a floating prism.” Her dark eyes lit up watching with wonder as the bubble floated and swirled upwards. “And what about the next time you wish to take a bath.” “Next time?” Her voice squeaked. “Yes, while you were enjoying yourself. I was busy.” He watched her swallow, “I had to call your doctor and give him an update on your progress.” Maggie’s shoulders tensed. She remained quiet for a minute then asked, “And?” His suspicions confirmed with her one word question. Maggie wasn’t ready to leave. He would tell her the truth. “Dr. Parker was very pleased when I told him how well you were doing.” He smiled down at her. “However, he asked that you to make an appointment to come by his office; for a follow up visit. Also, he felt it would be best if you stayed off your ankle for another day.” He stopped letting the news sink in. Her shoulders remained tense. This decision was her responsibility. Michael would not make it for her. “Did he say I should call for an appointment…today?” “He has a staff who handles new patients and asked that you call the office on Monday. I can give you his card.” “Is his office, in the city?” “No. It’s about five minutes away from here.” “Did he mention if I could drive home…today?” With each answer, her discomfit grew. Her face flushed from the heat in the room saving her embarrassment making it easier to ask her questions. It was the reason he chose to inform her of the call now. “He preferred that you didn’t.” At his pause she relaxed. “Maggie, I explained our relationship and Doc agreed that if you were uncomfortable staying as my guest. Then, yes, you could drive home today.” Michael sat down on the edge of the tub. He noticed that Maggie watched him but did not move away. “Are you comfortable?” Maggie lowered her lashes and whispers, “Yes, you’ve been very kind to me. Thank you, Michael.” He tips her face. Her eyes widen. “It was my pleasure. You’re welcome to stay, Maggie.” He stated softly, removing his finger from underneath her chin. She trembled. The noise of bubbles fizzing out like champagne is the only sound in the quiet room. He watches her delicate throat as she swallows. She shakes her head, “Yes, but I…” Maggie hugs herself. “Are you comfortable?” She looks away, then back up at him. “What I mean is; I don’t want you to think, you have to be my…nursemaid.” “You are my guest.” Michael points out. “And caring for my guest is something I take pride in. As your host, I would be honored to care for you. With your permission, of course.” Maggie seemed to be considering. Her arms hugging her folded legs pressing them against her chest. She shivers. The bubbles had dissipated to half what they were when he entered the room. He noticed the goose bumps on her shoulders. Michael would not rush her. “There is one other matter,” His hand rested on his knee. He looked away from her then returned his gaze, “Should you decide to stay as my guest, I would require something from you in return.” Her reaction was immediate. Maggie pushed back causing the bubbles to slide down revealing her chest. She licked the moisture off her upper lip with her tongue. Michael waited patiently. He had been deliberate in his choice of words during the negotiations of her stay in his home. She would discover that he had not lied to her about Dr. Parker. She had experienced a taste of his hospitality, his capacity for putting her interests above his own, and in a short time she would know his intentions. “All I ask is that you allow me to make all the decisions in regard to your recovery.” Another moment past he added, “Dr. Parker is also a friend, Maggie. I wouldn’t enjoy him berating me for causing you further harm. To tell you the truth; Doc was surprised to hear how you injured yourself.” Michael gives her a half smile. Not wanting to distress her, but needing her to feel safe, “Hamilton won’t come here nor bother you when you decide to return home. You have my word.” Maggie gasped. “I’m sorry, Michael. I shouldn’t have run away.” She gritted her teeth trying to keep them from chattering. “It was my fault. It’s just that I was angry…and afraid.” “I understand. I would have probably done the same thing.” She shook her head, “No, you wouldn’t have. You don’t run away because you’re afraid.” Her statement shocked him as that was exactly what he had done, the first time, with her. It had been his decision to keep the games between them with his personae as either Michael or Daddy. Carefully controlling her enthusiasm while keeping Maggie from meeting Mike during that initial time when they were beginning to explore his lifestyle. “Besides who would have carried you into the house. Or punched Hamilton in the nose.” She giggled. “You saw that did you?” He smiled down at her. “Yes and could you image me trying to drag you into your house.” Maggie broke out laughing making her slide into the soapy water. “Oh!” She caught herself from plunging into the water. “Careful, young lady. I wouldn’t want you to hit your head again.” He refrained from touching her. Maggie’s face, no longer scarlet, was pink as she righted her position while continuing to sit in the water shivering. The grape sized, discolored bump on the side of her head didn’t detract her prettiness. Her violet blue eyes gazing back at him were dark as the bouquet of bluebonnets’ petals. He had chosen the richest blues when gathering up the flowers knowing they would match her eyes. Taken by surprise he’d been unable to resist kissing her earlier. After his kiss she revealed her wit. Reminding him of how much he missed and enjoyed her company. “Yes. I would like to stay with you.” Maggie was saying as she reached for the plunger to drain the tub of water. At the same time, he turned his head, pulled on the spigot for the water, and tested its temperature. “Ah, thank you.” She sighed stretching out her legs letting her feet feel the heat of the water, “but I really should be getting out.” Michael reached for the showerhead detaching it from its hook holding it in his hand. Pointing the hot spray, rinsing away the bubbles revealing her feet and calves in the draining water, he turned back to her. He brought the spray around and behind her letting the water flow down her shoulders. “Feel better?” Maggie sighed. “Yes.” Showing him her hands and fingers, “I’m afraid I’ve turned into a prune.” He smiled at her keeping the spray of water there for a moment longer. The bubbles were swirling and draining out of the tub. Michael moved the showerhead back to her feet while reaching for the plunger and replacing it stopping the water from draining. “If you’ll turn around.” He indicated with a twirl of his finger. “Why?” Her back straightened when she stared up at him. “I bathed already.” “Yes, I can see that you have. I smelled the soap the moment I walked in. But I still need to wash your hair. Or have you forgotten, baby girl?” Maggie’s brows went up. Again, she looked at the water. The bubbles were disappearing faster underneath the spray of water. She said nothing when he re-motioned with his finger what he wanted her to do. She quickly turned around bringing what was left of the bubbles to cover her hips. With her back to him Michael slowly brought the spray up her back and neck wetting her short hair. “Tilt your head back.” When she did, he gazed at her scarlet face. Maggie wrapped her arms tighter around her chest. “I’ll be through before the bubbles disappear.” Maggie’s deep-seated crimson skin, a sign of shame, left him without words. He let his fingers sooth away her tension. He looked down at her upturned face. Telling her to relax or to open her eyes was pointless. His fingers caressed her temple skirting the bandage covering her stitches. She shuttered. The back of her head lay heavy in his hand. His strong fingers worked the shampoo on one side of her hair, then, the next. Waiting until she stopped fighting against the disappearing bubbles. Watching her clasp the showerhead’s hose, he handed her while he washed her hair, with the spray of water aimed above her toes. He lifted her into a sitting position when finished. His hand wrapped around her smaller one. She wouldn’t release the hose, “I have to rinse your hair.” Michael took his time bringing the water up the length of her legs past her hips. He changed the force of the water’s flow with a twist of his wrist massaging the tender skin at the top of her ass cheek. She tensed but kept from covering herself. He brought the hot pulsating stream up her back, shoulders, and the nape of her neck. A long white trail of shampoo made its way down her spine. He tipped her head back the pounding water rinsed away the soap and massaged her scalp. He could see her eyes’ rapid movement behind her lids. Shame overrode fear. Her pulse ricocheted against his fingertips. Hearing her slight gasp, Michael moved closer to her face letting her feel the warmth of his breath caress her parted lips. His face damp from the spray of mist and sweat a droplet fell across her upper lip. Maggie’s tongue licked it. He applied pressure around her slender throat. She swallowed. Had he blinked he would have missed her lashes opening peeking at him from behind them, then closing to avoid his intense gaze. Michael released her throat only to bring the pulsing stream of water across her chest down the front of her body to the point between her thighs. Moving it closer the warm metal of the showerhead almost touche the top of her nude pussy. Her clamped thighs eased open to feel the rapid fingers of water lapping at her labia lips beating against her clit. Her chest moved up and down as if fighting to breath. Using the side of his fist he punches the faucet valve abruptly stopping the water’s flow. Maggie’s orgasm jolts her leaving an anguished cry trapped in her throat. Eyes wild and open she turned in his direction flinging her arms around his neck. She clings to him. ~~~~ Maggie was engulfed in the thick extra large cotton robe Michael had put on her after her bath. The robe’s hood covered her damp hair. She pulled it low around her face covering the bump and hiding her beet red face. She was still recovering from the shock, the mortification she felt because he had seen her naked. And he had certainly meant what he said about the bubbles. By the time he had finished shampooing her hair, there was a single bubble left; but it wouldn’t have covered the tip of her pinkie. She lay there trying to relax. The problem was she couldn’t take a deep breath without drawing any more attention to herself. She rubbed the material of the soft cotton sleeve on her robe to calm her nerves. There were other feelings and thoughts she refused to look at too closely. Maggie glanced down at her exposed leg in his hand. His skin a dark tan compared to her paler skin: unless, she was beet-red with shame. Why hadn’t he mentioned it? She didn’t understand how he couldn’t have noticed. The one thing that had saved her from complete and utter humiliation was that her hair was short. Otherwise her thoughts or rather, her wish would have been that she followed the bubbles and water down the tub’s drain. Maggie peeked out from under the robe’s hood. She didn’t know how it happened and her mind had no time to recall their conversation. There had been even less time to figure out how the man had the ability to make washing her hair seem like he did it everyday. It was a silly thought (of course, he washed his own shorter dark chocolate hair everyday) but before she could gather a thought as to what to say to him, he was scooping her out of the tub wrapping her in a heated towel. She wanted to groan. Since she was old enough to bathe herself, no one had ever washed her hair, especially a man! The fact that she found the idea romantic and wondered what would happen if a handsome man did wash her hair was no consolation . Michael was very handsome and tall. Very tall! He didn’t have to duck under the doors of his own home. But normal doors he had to do so. Which made her feel even smaller. She had frantically tried to figure out a way to avoid him seeing her hairless vagina. She was mortified to guess what his thoughts may have been when he looked at her. And he did look at her, had seen every inch of her. Maggie refused to give in to her impulse to cover her lower body after realizing how immature she must have looked pulling the bubbles around her. On top of everything else her breasts’ nipples ached. Her nipples weren’t often tender yet they’d remained hard the entire time she was cold and felt like they had been lightly pinched. Then the heat of the towel and the warmth of the thick robe touched her swollen sore breasts created a different sensation. She was being subjected to his attention as he sat at the end of her bed rewrapping her ankle. He had finished rubbing lotion on her leg telling her the bruising would heal faster. Maggie didn’t know if it was true. Right now she just wished he would finish and leave her alone. Maggie closed her eyes moaning. Michael pulled back the hood. Her eyes immediately reopened. “You were so quiet I thought you might have fallen asleep.” He whispered gazing down at her, “Don’t move. This might hurt a little.” He brushed her damp hair away from her face. Then with a quick flick of his wrist he removed the bandage. Maggie’s head went deeper into the pillow. Her eyes widened. “Did that hurt?” He asked concerned. “No.” She shook her head staring into his eyes. His face inches from hers. “How did you do that? I barely felt it.” She asked bewildered. “Practice.” He grinned down at her then put a fresh bandage on. “Now get dressed. Lunch has been waiting and I’m hungry.” He kissed her forehead and then went to the bedroom door. “If you hurry baby girl, I’ll show you the field of bluebonnets where I picked your flowers. Unless you want to have lunch in your room.” Maggie vehemently shook her head. “Five minutes.” She bolted upright. He closed the door not giving her the opportunity to object. “Michael! No, wait!” She stared at the door waiting for him to open it. When he didn’t, Maggie didn’t waste time. She opened the gift box dumping the contents on the bed. He had brought it with him into the bathroom not allowing her to see its contents. She vaguely recalled carrying it to the room. There was no time for her to be shocked over the white silk and lace undergarments. She took the panties in her hand. They would barely cover her. The lace trimming along the edge of the brassiere was pretty and delicate. She touched it with her fingertip wondering if it would fit. Quickly she removed her robe. After putting them on she saw the flush of her skin. She growled. Maggie fought back the frustration over her body’s reaction. For Her Own Good Ch. 06 "Go away!" Maggie yelled. Michael heard the mumbled demand the moment he opened the door. He expected as much. "Are you refusing to finish the game?" "Yes! Now go away!" She stayed underneath the covers. "Very well. Then the game is over. You can come out from underneath the covers." His mouth lifted in a half smile. He stayed outside the room keeping the light off waiting for her to come out from under the blankets. Michael could imagine how warm she must be underneath them; having turned off the cool air in case she chose to take his dare. "NO! Please Michael, go away!" When she still wouldn't come out, he stepped inside the room turning on the light. He now understood why she wouldn't face him. He looked around the room; every drawer was open with clothes spilling out of them and scattered all over the floor. He spotted the mirror in the corner. His brows shot up in surprise. He didn't know how she'd done it, but the heavy mirror's black backing was facing him. He stared at it, and then the lump underneath the bedding. His smile grew. This wasn't the first time she'd pulled a stunt like this whenever she was upset. He would have laughed. But his baby girl wouldn't be cowering underneath the covers. No, Maggie, would have stormed through his house in search of him. He stepped over the clothes sitting down on the bed next to her while surveying the damage. "You'll have to come out from under the blankets sometime Maggie." He put his hand on the top of the heap she made, curled up underneath. She squealed and jumped at his touch. "No. Not until you leave." She moved trying to get his hand off her back. Michael removed his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" "Yes...I mean. No, I'm not afraid of you! But..." Maggie wiggled. Getting right to the point Michael said, "I'm not the one who has to clean up the mess, young lady." Maggie stilled and quickly removed the covers from off her head. She looked over her shoulder at him. Her damp hair stuck to her forehead. Then she glanced at the messy room returning her startled gaze back to his stoic face. He reached for the box of tissues. "Wipe your face." He said laying the box on the bed. He stepped out of the room leaving the door open. When he returned with a washcloth Maggie was sitting up in bed with just her head sticking out of the covers looking like a sphinx. Michael stood over her. Her face was flushed from more than the heat. "I need to check your stitches." Maggie stuck her chin out. He tipped it further the sopping wet bandage peeled off with ease. He examined the stitches while wiping her face with the cool cloth. "I take it from your tantrum you have a better understanding of my intentions." Michael felt her chin tremble underneath his hand. Maggie's violet eyes staring up at him were wide open and frightened. "You are free to leave. Since you're feeling better and can stand on your feet." He paused, glanced over his shoulder at the room, and then returned his attention back to her. "After, you straighten up the mess." He gently released her chin and sat down next to her. He noticed the tension in her shoulders during his brief inspection of her stitches. They'd relaxed when he let her go. "I'll provide you with dinner before you go." Each time Michael spoke he was sealing their fate. "We could have avoided this if you'd come to find me. Walked up to me and told me; 'no,' you wouldn't take the dare. And then the game would have been over. I would not have forced you, baby girl." He reached his hand out to take the covers off. Maggie pulled away. "No. Please you have to leave. You have to go." She was shaking her head back and forth while rocking her body. "After I see that you can walk. Then we..." Michael could see the stress around her mouth. She refused to look at him and was clenching her jaw. Maggie was breathing fast and he could hear the faint sounds she was trying to silence. Her eyes watered. "Did you hurt your ankle when you were walking around the room?" When she wouldn't respond or acknowledge him. Michael stood up towering over her. "Either you tell me or show me that you can walk, young lady. Because I'm not leaving until you do." Maggie jumped at the harsh sound of his voice whipping her head up to stare at him. "I don't know if I can walk." She cried out then gulped down the threat of crying. She whispers, "I crawled on the floor...because I was afraid it would hurt." Her face continued to remain bright red. Michael watched her arms slowly unwrap themselves from around her legs. She took a couple of deep breaths. Her fingers poked out from underneath the covers she had wrapped tightly around her and gripped the edge close to her shoulder. With another shaky breath Maggie whispers, "I admit I was upset at first when I discovered all the clothes. They aren't hers. I know they're new." Her eyes stayed glued to his. "And you bought them for me." She shook her head. "I wouldn't have discovered them at all. If it wasn't for the fact that I wanted to know about her." Maggie's head rested on her knees tears fell down her face. He sat down on the end of the bed. "Would you want my lover to return tomorrow?" "No." She looked across the bed at him. "Your guest would like to stay longer if it's all right with her host." The corner of her mouth lifted up in a small smile as she wiped her cheeks. "At least, until I don't have to crawl to get to my car." "The conditions of your stay will remain the same Maggie. That won't change. Before you agree," Michael held up his hand to stop her. "There are other conditions you will need to consider. Number one: this is your room and it's in this room that you will sleep." She nodded her head. "Number two: it's true that I bought the clothes for you. However, you won't have any say as to what you wear. I'll pick out what I want to see you in." Maggie's mouth quirked giving him a strange smile. She slowly nodded her head for the second time. "Anything else, Michael." He grew suspicious of the sweet smile she gave him having seen that look before. Noticing her color had faded returning to normal with the exception of her blushed cheeks. Michael wondered what was going on in her head. Almost losing his own train of thought, but then he smiled back at her. "Number three: because you're capable of crawling I don't see any reason why you shouldn't continue to do so. Unless I chose to carry you." Her mouth dropped open-closing immediately-Maggie stared at him. "You would really make me crawl through the house." Wishing to tease her a little now that the stress had disappeared, "Right next to my side." He patted his thigh. Maggie gasped, "That's not your side that's your leg!" She looked from his hand to his face. Michael gave her a moment. He could see the wheels turning in her head as she imagined what crawling beside him looked like. "Don't worry Maggie I'll take smaller steps than I normally do in order for you to keep up with me. And if your knees hurt all you have to do is ask and I'll pick you up." He reached behind his back and stretched. "I think it was that last dare when we were on our picnic must have hurt my back." His backbone gave a loud pop. Maggie's hands went to her ears. "Ouch! Don't do that! It hurts my ears." She scrunched up her face. Her actions pulled the covers past her shoulders. Michael noticed they were bare. "Yes I happened to notice that your ears are sensitive to loud noise. I'm sorry." She lowered her hands. Maggie leaned forward. Michael caught a glimpse of her chest. He kept the smile on his face. Maggie's lips trembled. Her smile grew and then she giggled. "Okay." She shrugged her shoulder. "At least I'll be able to move around the house either by crawling or you carrying me." Michael wasn't one to repeat his rules, "Just remember, baby girl, by my side." Maggie nodded. "I understand. Anything else your guest should know about her host's house rules." She smiled. Michael knew his last rule was critical to determining how willing Maggie was to explore a relationship with him. "Yes. But before I tell you the rule your host would like to know how long his guest plans to stay. Will it be longer than was originally discussed?" "I wasn't planning on staying any longer than we originally discussed." She had spoken the words carefully as though she were considering a much long stay. "I have a job in the city and they are expecting me tomorrow." "No they aren't expecting you to return right away." Her eyes grew large. "Why not?" She asked in alarm. Michael moved up to sit next to her. "Maggie, I called your employer, Mr. Hawkins. He was pleased to hear that you weren't seriously injured. He asked me to tell you he had an assignment for you." Hawkins had been after him for months to grant an interview. Michael had always politely refused preferring his business and his life remain private. Maggie would write her first featured article: with him as her subject. Michael's approval before turning it in to Hawkins was the agreed condition. Maggie's hands were clasped tightly in front of her. Her bright eyes looking intently at him. She was wiggling in excitement. Michael knew how important this was to her. And that she was capable of writing the article. He wouldn't deny her the chance to fulfill her dream. The question that remained to be answered was; which woman would be writing it? "You're to write a feature story on me." Maggie's mouth dropped open. Michael grinned at her. He stood up watching her eyes follow him. He picked her chin up then kissed her on the forehead. "I'll give you time to think about it, baby girl, while you're straightening up your room." Maggie grabbed his shirt at the waist. She shook her head saying with determination. "No. You're not leaving yet" She crawled out from under the covers not letting him go while she faced him. She was on her knees still looking up at him telling him excitedly. "I don't have to think about it Michael." Michael was speechless. He couldn't remember the last time Maggie was this happy or excited. She was hanging on to his shirt while climbing up on her feet to look down at him completely forgetting her ankle. "Please Michael you don't know how important this is to me. Please tell me that you said yes to Mr. Hawkins." "I can see this is very important to you and I agreed to allowing you to write it." Michael gazed up at her face. He could feel the mattress moving underneath her feet. "So my guest will be staying until she completes her article?" With each breath her powdered scent filled his head. "Yes!" "Mr. Hawkins gave me final approval. You'll have to show me you're writing." He smiled. His body's response to her single word made his desire stronger and unmistakable. He squeezed his toes inside his shoes to gain back control. Maggie stopped bouncing. "Of course, Michael." She grinned. Then looked at him seriously while clearing her throat, "I mean, Mr. Stanton. You have my permission to see whatever I write about you. All you have to do is ask." "Then there is one last piece of business to discuss. Number four: This is very important and I will not repeat it. Understand?" Michael put his hands around her waist gently pushing her away at arms' length. Maggie slowly nodded. Her expression matching his. "As long as you stay here always know that you can leave at any time." Michael kissed the tip of her nose. It never ceased to amaze him how Maggie's expressive face made her appearance both adorable and beautiful depending on her mood. "Number four: if you don't follow the rules I've given with you. I will have to discipline you." Her hands instantly released his shirt. Michael slowly let go of her waist. He stepped back. "For instance, while I finish dinner you will straighten up your room. In what you're wearing, right now." He let his eyes drink in the sight of her standing there on the bed naked. He had seen her blush starting from her face and watched it travel down her breast to her stomach. It was like watching a thermometer heading downwards but gaining heat as her embarrassment grew spreading down past her hips and her pussy. It wasn't until it went down to her toes when he said. "When I return if it's not complete you may find yourself having dinner in what you're dressed in now. Michael turned away stepping around the clothes. "Stay off your feet. I don't want your ankle to swell." He dimmed the lights on his way out. Before he closed the door, "You look beautiful, baby girl." ~~~ Maggie's brain was spinning with a single word twisting quicker than a top: discipline. Not knowing what it meant to him. She clearly understood punishment: having lived with her strict aunt. It was the reason she'd remained frozen while he gazed at her. The knowledge that if she tried to get away from being punished she would suffer a worse consequence. She had only tried it once and that was enough for her. It was when he told her what his punishment was for her tantrum that weakened her knees. The pain in her ankle slowly made its way to her brain. But not until he left and she was certain there wasn't more to his punishment did she sink down to her knees. She looked at the mess remembering every word he said about what he expected of her. Not the discipline but all the conditions during her stay as his guest. Maggie wished she had time to write them all down and examine them one by one. But it was the smell of dinner cooking that made her rush down off the bed. The pain shot up her ankle. She grabbed the side of the bed getting down on her hands and knees. She began to rush around picking up the clothes. Maggie soon heard the sound of her quick hard landings on her knees. The result of moving fast would eventually become painful. And in some cases, using her hands wasn't possible because she had to carry the clothes from the floor to put them back in the dresser's drawers. While she methodically went about the room to get her task done quicker. She thought again about the fact that he didn't have any clocks in his home. An eccentricity that seemed to belong to him. Maggie wondered how to include it in her assigned article. The smell of dinner drifted into the room while she knelt in front of the dresser folding the clothes. She felt a slight draft above her head. When she looked up at the ceiling she found the air conditioning vent. The cool wisp of air caressed her face bringing with it a stronger scent of food. Maggie's stomach grumbled. With her head bend holding the short cotton nightgown in her chin she pressed her hands against her rumbling tummy. "Quit complaining. He might hear you and come in before I'm finished." Maggie whispered down at her belly. Then she put her hand to her mouth and giggled. She held the nightgown by the tops of each sleeve and with a flick of her wrist popped it in the air. "He's not the one with sensitive ears, baby girl." "Michael!" She squeaked. Watching him advance into the room, Maggie pressed the nightgown against the front of her body. Her head fell back as he quietly stalked closer. She stared at the bulge in his pants. Then quickly glanced up and saw the smile on his face. He looked determined and she'd never noticed this particular smile on his face. "Wait!" She put out her hand in an attempt to stop him. Michael stopped inches from her palm. "You came back too soon! I'm not finished!" Michael looked around the room. While Maggie looked at the front of his pants. Aside from the mirror still facing the corner, the room was back in order. "It looks to me like perfect timing." His fingers caressed the hair across her forehead sweeping it away from her eyes. He smiled down at her. "Hello beautiful." He whispered. Maggie's body trembled at the sound of his dark hushed tone. She swallowed the sick fear of what was to come. She couldn't avoid it forever. The sooner she got through this then it would be over. She didn't know how she felt about Michael punishing her. Quickly before she lost her nerve, "I didn't have time to turn the mirror around." Michael reached down to pick her up. She said nothing while clutching the nightgown to her body. She tried to stop the trembling by holding her breath. At the feel of his hot palms around her waist she couldn't take another moment without knowing. "What are you going to do to me?" Maggie whispered staring at his mouth. He brought her face an inch from his. "What I've wanted to do for a long time baby girl. Relax. I promise it won't hurt." Her brows shot up as Michael brought her body against his. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist when his lips touched hers. No longer did she have to wonder at their softness with the feel of his warm lips pressing tenderly against her. She felt the strength of his arms tighten into her sides as he deepened the kiss. She released the gown wrapping her arms around his neck. It was trapped between them. Maggie felt his tongue slip through her parted lips. She opened her mouth to let him in. At the feel of his moist tongue touching hers. A delicious warmth spread through her. She couldn't catch her breath. Her heartbeat and his resounded in her ears. Being so close to his body she felt the rumble in his chest and then heard his groan. With his hands at the back of her neck and his strong arms against her back. She felt the wildest sensation of being strapped in and released her ankles as he ended his kiss. Their harsh breathes the only sound in the room. Maggie's eyes remained closed feeling as though she was drifting and floating. Her arms relaxed at her sides. "Open your eyes." Came his deep breathless request. "But I don't want it to end." She whispered. Maggie felt his stomach move, at the same time she heard his quiet laughter. She felt him nuzzle her neck with his smooth face. Maggie gasped at the sound of his breath and the rush of warm air caressing her neck. Her eyelashes fluttered. Heat from his hot kiss on the nape of neck sent warmth through her chest. "Neither do I baby girl." He groaned. Maggie trembled. "Please tell me this isn't a dream and I'll believe you, Daddy." Her eyes slowly opened. She gazed at him. The floating sensation was due to the way he held her away from him looking down at her. The gown she held moments ago draped over her hips. It was the only thing that obstructed his view of her. He continued to hold her. She listened to his slow deep breaths while staring at his face. The endearment she uttered came naturally. He didn't look surprised. Had it really been days since they met? Maggie's hand reached out to touch his face. There were moments when brief images flashed and faded too quickly for her to grasp. Not like now. This was real. She hoped. Michael took the few steps to reach her bed. He sat down. Maggie's bottom was on his lap. She felt the large bulge pressed up against her vagina. She lifted up. He put his hands around her waist pushing her down into him, letting her feel his erect penis. Her hands rested on his tense shoulders. He eased his hold on her waist, letting out a slow breath. "Don't move. Relax into it." Maggie took a shaky breath looking into his eyes. She felt the gown slide across her hips. She gasped. Her body tensed making her press deeper into his body. Her eyes grew wider. He was too big she thought. Her chest rising and falling faster. "Relax. Nothing's going to happen that you aren't ready for. It's not a dream. Understand?" His hand between her legs unhooking the button of his pants, then the sound of his shoes hitting the floor, Maggie stared at his face. Fighting back her fear reminding herself that this was Michael and he'd not hurt her. The throbbing thick flesh pulsed against her wet opening. Maggie flexed her fingers to keep them from gripping his shirt. For Her Own Good Ch. 06 He groaned when her hands slid down the crisp shirt covering his broad chest. "That's it Maggie." With trembling fingers, she released the first two buttons heard the slow descent of his zipper's teeth. The feel of his knuckles pressed into her clit jolting her and her fingers fumbled with the next series of buttons. The feel of his heated harsh breath warmed her face. She'd reached the last button. He encouraged her again. Her eyes took in the large expanse of tanned flesh sprinkled with dark black hair across his firm chest. Plates of bronzed armor and her fingers itched to reveal the fullness of his upper body while at the same time quelling her nervous fears. Her cold fingers pushed open his shirt giving her an eye full, for the first time, of muscles carved out and trembling at her touch. "Take your time, baby girl." He hissed. Maggie glanced up at his face. His look of encouragement and words, he meant for her to continue. She returned her gaze at ribs expanding and collapsing while her fingers trailed each one. Her icy hands swept up his sides causing him to hiss again. "I've never undressed a man." She whispered her hands resting on his chest feeling the thump of his strong rapid heartbeat heating her palms. She licked her dry lips. "Is that what's expected of me?" "Nothing's expected of you. Only if you want it." He caressed her cheek. "It's your decision Maggie." Her hands slid to the tops of his shoulders pushing down his shirt to his elbows. Maggie's small hands wrapped around his bicep's flexing muscles. Michael flicked the buttons open at the shirt's sleeve. She removed the shirt tossing it behind her onto the floor. Her eyes gazed at him all at once then stared at the opening of his pants where thick tufts of hair revealed that he wore nothing underneath his slacks. His hands gripped her at the hips pushing her away. "On your knees." It took Maggie a moment to comprehend the reason why he wished her to kneel before him. She scrambled off his lap taking a step back to make room for him to stand. She sank down to the floor. He placed his foot on her thigh. She stared at it then made the long journey up the length of his body to look into his eyes. Although he towered over her like a warrior the expression on his face was calm and relaxed. Her fingers reached inside the leg of his pants to remove the sock that covered his foot. He wiggled his toes making her grin. She repeated the process with his other foot. Clad in the last item that covered his naked body to her, she lifted her nude body onto her knees and rested her hands on his hips. She stared at the patch of black hair. The scent of his skin invaded her senses. It wasn't unpleasant tinged in a mixture of soap and musk Maggie breathed deep in order to quell her nerves and silence her fear. Her eyes closed while gripping the belt loops of his slacks she slid them down past his hips. "No Maggie. Open your eyes." She shook her head. "Please let me do it this way...I have to...do it this way." Maggie didn't understand why she couldn't open her eyes. Why seeing him like this frightened her when he'd done nothing to warrant the strange reaction, allowing her to see and touch him unhurried, and with no demands just a few quiet requests. Determined not to let fear play a role in what she could only describe as a chance to see "all of him." She pushed the slacks passed his slender hips; the fullness of his scent engulfed her. She made her hands move. The notion that she had to force herself to do something that she had been wanting to do wasn't lost to her; yet she couldn't explain the reason behind her thought. When her hands reached his ankles he stepped out of each pant leg. Maggie's trembling hands gripped the pants so tightly that her hands hurt. She couldn't let them go, gathering them underneath her, neither could she raise herself off the floor. Her stomach tightened against the sick feeling that came out of nowhere. The distant sound of his voice calling her name was interrupted by other stern voices demanding her attention. Maggie curled up tighter to protect herself from harm. But the feel of strong hands pulling her up forcing her out of her cocooned position and she dropped the cloth that had moments ago covered her body. Her body stiffened under his grip. He held her under her arms suspended high above the ground. He kept repeating his urgent demand for her to open her eyes. Maggie did so only to stare blankly at the man who held her. "Why? She looked down at his stiff penis. "Maggie, listen to me. It's Michael. I'm not going to hurt you." He went to bring her close to him. "So I can watch as you rape me." She rasped. "That is what you're going to do. Isn't it?" An overwhelming sense of danger and terror came over her. She eyed the closing space between them and took a deep breath. "No you're not going to hurt me." Her tone soft as she wrapped her legs around his ribs. Her hands were free to touch the silk of his hair to feel the strands in between her fingers. Maggie stared into the coal black eyes staring back at her. "My aunt warned me about men like you. Only I didn't listen to her." She tightened her legs around his ribs. "Listen to me." "I'm listening." She had one chance to make him pay for what he'd done to her. Maggie grabbed two handful of hair and pulled tight making him grunt in pain. She squeezed her legs tighter locking her ankles. She body pressed against him and her face close to his. "You should have tied me down if you wanted to fuck me, again." She spit in his face. Her whole body trembled in panic but she continued to squeeze him like a vise. "I'm not going to hurt you baby girl." He whispered through gritted teeth. "Just give me a chance to explain." "Explain what Charlie?" "No." He slid his hands down her sides letting go of her. Maggie clung to him looking intently at his surprised expression. He moved his hands slowly behind him grasping her calves. "Did you know that had you not tied me down I would have snapped your spine the first time you fucked me?" She was dangerously close to doing just that to the evil man staring back at her. "Tell me." He gasped. "Tell...Michael." Maggie felt the backs' of his arms on the tops of her thigh. His pulse beats' slowing but strong tiny hammers hitting her flesh making her aware of his strength. She cocked her head. "Tell him what?" "Not...him....Tell...." He grinds out, "Tell...Daddy." She saw the tears of pain slide down his cheeks. Her legs loosen their hold on him. Then she felt his hand's grip tighten as he drew a deep breath. His arms stronger than her legs but she continued to pull his hair to gain an advantage. Their bodies slick with sweat. "This isn't a dream. This is real. Do you hear me? Your aunt had Hamilton use hypnosis to control you. He planted a suggestion that you'd feel nothing but pain during sex." With each thing he said he drew a breath and gained an advantage. Maggie's legs loosened until he stopped speaking and the struggle between them continued with her strong legs battling against his arms. She was on the verge of overtaking him when he released her. In a hushed whisper, "No, baby girl. You are in control of what happens between us. You always have the final say. Daddy isn't going to hurt you. Neither am I." He caressed her sides bringing his arms around her waist. With his hands he made small soothing circles to ease the tension in her body. A long moment passed and Maggie released his hair. Wiped the sweat and tears off his face, "Michael? Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't---" "Shh, come here." He held her loosely in his arms. After a sigh of relief, "We need to talk." ~~~ Michael laid in his bed with his hands behind his head staring up at the ceiling. The early morning sunlight coming in through his bedroom windows. He was still trying to figure out what went wrong last night. Maggie's face haunted him. He could still see her struggling to fight off the panic. To let go, to experience the pleasure. She was clearly interested in exploring her body's response and had wanted to make love with him. But the twisted mind of two people's influence implanted the idea that she would experience extreme pain preventing her from discovering her body's pleasure. Hamilton's words came to mind. "If you can pry her legs open." The suddenness of her attack had taken him completely by surprise. He literally had to do that last night to stop her from squeezing him like a boa constrictor with its prey. His lower ribs were still sore. To add insult to injury Maggie had no memory of her confrontation with Hamilton of when she pulled his gun on him. The drugs in her system prevented her from knowing how close she came to destroying her life. It had been a long night. Had Vivian known the extent of the damage done? He wanted to believe that she would not have allowed her niece to be subjected to such a reminder in order to keep her under control. He had gotten Maggie to sleep without having told her the worst of it. She had consented to Hamilton's perverted version of Dominance. Michael slowly sat up grunting and putting his head in his hands. He squeezed his toes taking several deep painful breaths. Hamilton's remark suggested Maggie couldn't freely give herself to him. Furthermore if Hamilton had not interrupted them, he would have discovered this sooner. He hated to admit it but the bastard had done Michael a favor. Maggie's accident was a blessing. Had anything happened that morning he would have lost her forever. He wouldn't have forced her but try explaining that to a panicked woman who viewed him as a stranger with a taste for sex games of bondage and pain. He was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when he noticed her slide quietly into the bench seat at the table. She refused to eat dinner last night. He had had no interest in eating the meal alone. "Good morning, baby girl. Are you so hungry that you forgot the rules?" Maggie was staring out the window. She was dressed in the outfit he'd given her yesterday. It wasn't until he placed her plate in front of her that she turned to look up at him. "Are you serious?" She asked incredulously. "After what you told me last night you expect me to follow your rules." "It's what you agreed to in order to remain here as my guest." "But that was before you told me the truth about you, me, us." She wiped away the tears before they made it down her cheeks. Maggie looked around the room. "And how do I know it's morning? What time is it for goodness sake's? Where's a clock?" Michael stepped in front of the bench blocking her way out. Before he'd made his way into the kitchen he had gone in to check on her. Finding her gone hadn't surprised him. Before she spotted him he ducked into her room to wait for her. Maggie's naked body crawled past her room. What he found amusing was she had gone into the bathroom. She had been talking to herself about his inconsideration of her bladder. And that she had an interview to conduct. She wasn't going anywhere but in search of him. "Move out of my way." She attempted to push him away from her. He didn't move. Michael hadn't expected her to come out of her room. Now that she had coupled with last night's devastating revelations. He would take advantage of her anger as it kept her mind in the present. "Not until we have breakfast." "I'm not hungry." She stated flatly. "You will be the minute you taste the food." "Why because you say so." She shot back. "No Maggie. Maggie, look at me. Last night was my fault. I should have told you, or at least, prepared you for what might happen. What did happen. "Really? Then why didn't you? No. Don't answer that. Let me guess. You," She pointed at him "decided that bringing me here might refresh my memory. You manipulated the circumstances of what to tell me and when. Just like Charlie and Aunt Vivian." Maggie sneered. "And you were free to go at any time. I never forced you." "Were free?" Maggie's hand smacked down on the table "Does that mean I'm not free to leave now?" "After breakfast and after I know you won't do anything to hurt yourself or hurt---" "Charlie? Vivian? I can't hurt Aunt Vivian she's already dead." "No she's not Maggie. I spoke with her---" "Yes she is! Now move out of my way! I want to see for myself what time it is? I want to know it's morning? And not just because you've told me." Maggie continued to push and shove past him. "Eat your breakfast, baby girl." Michael kept his voice neutral still blocking her in. "You may have fooled Hamilton with your lie about Vivian but not me." He didn't blame her but blocking out the truth would put her in harm's way. Maggie did a double take. Her mouth opened then closed. She sat there stunned. "Do you remember what I told you?" He continued to tower over her. "All decisions in regards to your recovery are mine. Including telling you when to eat," He crossed his arms over his chest. Her eyes narrowed and her lips tightened. The smile she gave him didn't reach her eyes. "Then why didn't you make me eat last night? I refused then and you didn't force me." She glared up at him. Michael slowly uncrossed his arms. He bent down at the knees to be at eye level with her. Maggie faced forward refusing to look at him. "Last night you needed to know the extent of your recovery. That there was more to it than a twisted ankle and a dozen stitches." When he reached out to turn her face towards him she jerked away. He could see her tears flowing down her cheek. "This may be difficult for you to understand right now. This is how it would be between us. The rules are the same as they've always been." He paused, "And you broke the rules, baby girl." She quickly turned her head. "I broke the rules! What about you Michael? What about the rule you broke? You kept the truth from me! If it hadn't been for last night, when? When were you going to tell me?" Maggie pushed against his shoulders. "Get out of my way!" Michael stood and stepped back. Maggie bolted out of her seat preparing to run away. She got halfway through the kitchen when she cried out from the pain in her ankle. He was there to catch her before she fell to the floor. This time when she fought back he was ready for her. He held her back against his chest as he had the morning she went after Hamilton. Then he had let her arms free. This time he wanted her to feel restrained and pinned her arms to her sides while he held her around the waist. Each time she kicked him with her swollen ankle she felt the pain. But the physical pain wasn't half as painful as overcoming the shock of learning the truth. Maggie screamed and cried shouting every vile expletive at him that she knew. She was breathing heavy and making every attempt to get away. He said nothing while her body struggled against his. He squeezed her around the waist cutting off her air enough to grab her attention. When he relaxed his hold he lifted her to him. He pinned her head against his shoulder whispering into her ear. "You would have discovered the truth. In time. On your own. You would have remembered." Michael soft breath caressed her ear. Maggie screamed, "I don't understand. Why are you doing this to me?" shaking her head back and forth trying to break his hold on her head while she sobbed. Michael waited for her to stop crying. Long minutes passed "Because I walked away. You left never telling me you were a virgin and gave your consent to Hamilton. But he raped you before taking you home to your aunt. Had I known that's where you were I would have stopped them from brainwashing you. I'm sorry." He didn't give her time to scream covering her mouth. It renewed her need to fight him like an injured animal caught in a trap. He waited for her to be drained physically and emotionally before he temporarily cutoff her air for a second time. "But you aren't a virgin now. The rules haven't changed. My love for you hasn't changed." Her body stiffened. The sounds of harsh breath filled the room. "This is not a dream and the nightmare isn't over. You, not me, have to make the decision. The secrets and lies will end today. I promise you." Michael could feel her body starting relax as he continued to repeat his pledge to her. He carefully brought her into his arms. Hearing her whimper too exhausted to wrap her arm around his neck Maggie's hand rested on his chest. "Hush baby girl. You're safe. Daddy's right here." He swallowed the lump in his throat. Before he made it back to her bedroom, Maggie was asleep listening to his pounding heartbeat. Michael pulled out his blackberry from the pocket of his slacks while he lay on Maggie's bed. Her overheated body rested on top of his chest as he checked the time. He gazed down at her tear streaked face. Her long lashes damp from crying. His fingertips brushed aside her soaked hair kissing her forehead while listening to her deep breaths. It no longer mattered if she regained the lost memories of the past he thought. Closing his eyes, he smelled her powdered scent mixed with the shampoo of sweet lavender. He had them and would share them with her. He would give her the afternoon to sleep pocketing his phone. Later that day Maggie was sitting up in bed resting against his chest. He was holding the glass of water to her lips having her take small sips. She turned to head away. "No baby girl you need to drink more." "I will." She gazed up at him. Then pushing away from him she looked around the room. "What happens now? I mean do you know how to help me regain my memories?" Maggie turned her head to look back at him her chin rested on her shoulder. Michael put his hand on the center of her back rubbing small circles around it. He felt her trembling underneath his touch. "It would mean putting you through the experience again while under hypnosis." Maggie was already shaking her head. "I can put you in the trance. You'll be perfectly safe." Her breathing quickened. Maggie started to rock back and forth. "Relax. You had to know that it was an option." He pulled her back into his arms. He brought the glass to her lips. "Drink." She took the glass from him taking a large drink. Michael continued. "But without knowing the right word or phrase---" "Means I'd have to relive it with the hopes of remembering the key word." Maggie curled her body into his side. "It would be re-experiencing it; not reliving it. There's a difference." Michael sat up taking the empty glass from her and set it down on the bedside table. Maggie remained glued to him. He viewed it as a sign that she felt safe with him. The comfort of the silence settled within him. Lazy days came into his thoughts along with long nights of discovery. And her silence an acceptance of what had been taken from her. Last night's experience. Her rejection of his offer to return her memories wasn't a rejection of discovering her relationship to him. Maggie slowly detached herself from his side. She didn't look directly at him keeping her chin on her chest looking at him through her lashes. She sighed. "You mentioned the option of hypnosis as a way to help me." She paused again swallowing and then looked at him directly. "I can see now that everything you've done was with the hope that I would either recognize you...us and our relationship. But I haven't, all that happens are glimpses of moments that escape before I can grasp them. I can't imagine you wish to continue with this now that I've rejected your offer. If it's okay with you I'd like to call Mr. Hawkins. I don't see how I can possibly write the assignment on you now." Michael produced his phone handing it to Maggie. She ran her fingers over the display staring down at it. He noticed the corner of her mouth lift in a small smile. He stood beside the bed, tipped her chin up to look at him, and felt her tremble at his touch. "It's true that you rejected my offer of hypnotizing you. But my plans included that possibility. There are other options and I do wish to explore them with you." He kissed her gently on the lips. When he stood at the door to her room, "Take your time. However, I must warn you. Hawkins won't be happy with your decision. And neither am I." For Her Own Good Ch. 06 ~~~~ Michael had been correct about Mr. Hawkins displeasure. She had to pull the phone away from her ear when his explosive voice came over the wireless line. Soon afterwards their conversation changed and Maggie was informed she had no choice. He reminded her that a good reporter has the ability to remain separate from the subjects they were assigned to write. Hawkins explained that if she refused the opportunity he would keep her on as a clerk and that any further writing she hoped to do would be in the obituary section. He didn't like the idea but it was her decision and she had until the end of the week to decide. His parting remark that there would be plenty of filing to keep her busy but he understood if she found the reason she was unable to write the article was due to her own attraction to the elusive Mr. Stanton. Maggie sat on the bed rubbing her ear to ease the pain. She'd finally eaten a meal and her full stomach had done a number of flips while listening to her boss explain her options. She knew that he wasn't kidding when he mentioned where she would begin her career as a writer if she refused this chance. She wasn't opposed and had expected it. How long she remained as clerk and then begin her writing career would be at Mr. Hawkins discretion. He was a good boss but until now she had no idea how long he would make her wait. He was a businessman and counted on his reporters doing their jobs: professionally. It was a difficult pill for her to swallow realizing that she may have blown her one opportunity to be viewed as an adult. The decision was hers to make and she would have to suffer the consequences of her actions. She put Michael's blackberry face down on the bedside table. Maggie had no idea what the consequences were for breaking the rules this morning. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs hung over the side her hands rested atop her thighs. She took a deep breath letting her fingers relax while staring at the leather bracelet around her wrist. The person she had been knew the meaning behind his gift. At the sounds of his footsteps within the house she trembled in excitement. Who better to show her the meaning behind it than the man who picked her up at: "The Play Ground." Her lashes fluttered halfway closed as her body relaxed into her pose. Her heart pumped against her chest. Her blood flowed warm all the way down to her throbbing ankle. She accepted the pain. Welcomed it. She blushed in remembrance of her actions the night before. She'd had no choice then because of others' control. She had a choice now. She would fight for that, but not with him. There were other options and she trusted Michael had the answer. Maggie heard the turning of the doorknob. She let go of her held breath. Shocked and hurt; those were Maggie's feelings when Michael came into her room removed her bracelet, and unwrapped her ankle. He gave her no reason for taking his gift and pocketing it. Then he handed her his phone telling her to contact Mr. Hawkins with her decision. He went on to tell her to use the time she had with his phone wisely and that she was expected to be ready for him at seven when they would eat dinner. When he imparted the reason there were no clocks were by her request and that she viewed her room as a cocoon Maggie's head and heart were working to take it all in. What had made it difficult was that she had seen his erection, distracted by the mass of flesh that she had yet to see and his uncanny ability to control it. Long before he bent down, in her line of sight, it was gone. He informed her that she was not allowed to discuss anything with him during dinner on these matters: not until after they had eaten. If Maggie could say anything she would have; but the tone of his voice strongly suggested she was not to speak but to listen. Michael held her chin forcing her to look at him. "This time baby girl I won't walk away. Neither will you run away. Understand?" Maggie tried not to squirm under his intense gaze. She was unaccustomed to this side of him. The flecks of gold inside his irises were missing. The endearment on her lips. "Yes Daddy, baby girl understands." "Good girl." He kissed her on the forehead. Maggie's options were outlined in the contract she held in her hand. Along with basic reading material on the subject of BDSM specifically on Dominance and submission. There was a schedule for her to follow detailing her time for work, personal care, and time with him. Normally when he left her, Maggie had no idea when he would return and her door was always closed: but never locked. She was no longer his guest. She forced herself not to panic. Her shaky fingers unfolded the typed contract. Her eyes went to the handwritten names. She recognized her handwriting and signature. The final shock to her emotions was the date she'd originally signed their agreement. The day she graduated college. Maggie crushed the page in her hands reminded of what had been taken from her. For several minutes emotions swirled within her. Returning to her earlier thoughts and that this was her choice a calmness settled in as she looked around her cocoon. She was safe and protected to emerge from it with memories of her past and a future with Michael. Smoothing the contract against her body with her hands, she lay on the bed. She heard the click of the lock, with a smile on her lips and happy tears in her eyes; Maggie did what she was told. The time had passed quickly while Maggie was rushing to finish her shower. When she pushed open the curtain Michael was standing inside the steamy room pocketing his phone. "Wait! I still have fifteen minutes before you can take that away from me." She huffed stepping out of the tub with her hand out. In a hurry to retrieve it. "Give it back!" She went for his pocket. Michael stepped away. Maggie wasn't paying attention her focus on his pocket and the phone he promised she could keep until seven o'clock. She went after him. "Stand still." Instead he bent down on one knee. Maggie leaned over and stuck her hand inside his pocket. She grinned. Her fingertips brushed the phone. "Drop it." Michael whispered. Her hand went still while he wrapped her in a big warm fluffy towel. "Time's up baby girl." He tucked the corner of the towel at her chest. Maggie shivered pulling her hand out of his pocket at the sound of his deep voice. It was the same as before. She would not get the phone back. She looked at his face. Her gaze going to his eyes. "But you promised, Daddy." Her voice higher with that little girl quality. He shook his head. Picking her up and carrying her out of the bathroom heading towards her room. He set her down on the bed. "I never promised you could keep it. Dinner's ready and I won't have another meal go uneaten." Michael said all this while getting out the white babydoll negligee. Maggie's wide-eyed stare followed it as she sat there watching him place her gown on the end of the bed. It was when he walked over to the mirror and began to turn it around. She stepped down from the bed. Her ankle hardly hurt any longer. She finally found her voice. She took several steps towards the door not looking in his direction. "If you insist on me looking in the mirror. I'll break it Michael. I promise." Maggie didn't have to look she could hear him continue to move it back in place. She took another step. "Stop right there, young lady or I promise; you won't like what I'll do." Maggie heard the warning and his steps to reach her. He stood in front of her. Physically Michael outweighed her and towered over her. He could force her to stand in front of it if he wished. He tipped her face up. Maggie hadn't realized that her hands were fisted until his touch made her tremble. She didn't want to fight him. Her hands relaxed. "Tell me." He whispered. Maggie's hand went to her short hair touching its ends. She felt the lump in her throat. "He chopped off my hair that day." In a shaky breathless voice. She continued, "I haven't looked at myself in a mirror since then. I can't. Not without being reminded." She went to him wrapping her arms around his waist she buried her face into the center of his chest. "Please don't make me, Daddy." She mumbled. She didn't know if she could withstand having those moments with Charlie invade the small sanctuary Michael provided for her. He gently unclasped her hands from around him holding them in his warm hands. "Look at me. I'm not going to force you. But after dinner you will face the mirror." Maggie gasped. While eating dinner she thought hard over his dictate. Before she knew it the meal was over and they were standing at the sink. He was smiling down at her as he tied the apron around her waist. Her hands went into the warm soapy water. She smiled at the familiar feel of the strings biting into her waist. His hand reached inside the small pocket in the apron. Maggie stood staring down at his fingers; they brushed against her panties before he pulled out a thin cord. He placed the plugs in her ears while grinning at her. "When you're finished baby girl go to your room." Michael kissed her forehead turning on the soft music. Maggie breathed a shaky sigh of relief, listening to soft strains of music coming from the small iPod hidden in the pocket at the center of her legs. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment the familiar song was one of her favorites. Maggie realized they would all be her favorites. She had them on another iPod tossed in a drawer in her apartment. ~~~ Michael stood in the doorway of her room. He dimmed the lights letting her know of his arrival. She was standing in front of the mirror with her head bowed. She wouldn't hear his approach due to the earplugs. She wouldn't see him because the mirror's backing is what she faced. She'd returned it as he knew she would. He watched her fingers rub the silk nightgown. He knew she was edgy. Her body was shaking, and her breathing rapid. He could see the paper she held quivering. It described where he had instructed her to be to finish her first day with him. He looked at the furnishings he put in her room while she cleaned the kitchen. Everything was in place. It had been a long time since he slept in this room with her. In bare feet he walked across the floor. Maggie's body covered in goose bumps even though the temperature in the room was warmer than usual. He looked above her head at the writing. "You are free to leave. I will not force you." His baby girl would already know this about him. Maggie however would need the reminder. He put his hands on her shoulders. Her body stiffened. Using his thumbs he removed the plugs from her ears. He felt her about to turn around, and kept her in place while rubbing the tension out of her shoulders. "You asked me why you ran away. You want to know the reason why I let you go. The answer is simple Maggie. Neither of us was ready to face the other and reveal our darkest secrets. I can't promise you a return of our past. I can only offer to share those memories and to make new ones. You knew who I was then and you'll know now. I enjoy delivering pain and to watching how it transports a woman. In this case how that torture will affect you. I don't enjoy discipline but punishment is something I've always enjoyed except with you. I'm a sexual sadist." Maggie's head shot up. Michael let go of her shoulders taking with him the thin cord pulling it out of her pocket. She gasped. "Hush, baby girl. You're safe. Daddy's right here." Maggie turned around to face him. Her eyes followed him. Michael stepped away setting down the tiny player on the small bedside table next to his bed. He walked over to the chair in the center of the room. With the apron still around her waist she couldn't breath deeply. He could see her chest's rapid movement. Her eyes darted around the room. Maggie's tongue licked her bottom lip. "She...I mean...I never told you." Her hands went around her stomach. The telltale signs of shame blushed her body. "No. Now there are no secrets between us. Put your arms down and untie the apron." He waited giving her time to take a few deep breaths. When she went to hug herself, "Remove your clothes and keep your arms at your sides." She was tempted to refuse him. Her eyes going from his lap to his face. Michael wanted to smile with the knowledge that she had expected to find his cock rigid and sticking out in the loose pajama bottoms he wore. He gained control long before stepping behind her and could see her battle to gain self-control. He could ease the way for her. Last night's incident changed those plans. "Maggie, I won't repeat myself." He leaned forward. She dropped the sheet from her fingers and began to undress. Her blush deepened. She had refused to see herself in the mirror that was her choice. When she was free of her clothes, "Every time that you refuse to look in the mirror. You will stand naked in front of me," He nodded in her direction. "Before I begin your training and for as long as I like." Her eyes watched as his cock hardened in front of her. Michael didn't deny his erection as he pulled it out of the opening of his loose pants. Maggie's eyes bulged. Her arms began to move. "Don't move beautiful." He wrapped his hand around his cock stroking the length if it slowly for a few moments while gazing at her. "Come here." Maggie took a couple of steps as his hand began to move up and down a little faster. She stopped. "Closer." He coaxed her forward seeing her fascination. Her tongue licked at the top of her lip as she moved towards him. Michael reached for the pillow under his chair tossing it at his feet. His own desire building as he watched her color fade revealing pink flesh. Her nipples tight raspberry buds that he ached to touch and taste. In a voice dark with lust at the sight of her. "Kneel." He continued to masturbate in front of her as she knelt down. Her eyes watching his hand massage his cock. He let out the moan he'd been keeping inside him. "Don't move." He said harshly. Michael knew he wouldn't last much longer as his hand squeezed and pumped his stiff erection. His foot went between her legs gazing at her nude mound the pink flesh of her pussy's outer lips closed to him. His head rested against the back of the tall chair. When her eyelashes flutter closed. Michael growled, "No!" She jerked at his sharp command. Her eyes flew open staring at his face. "Spread your knees beautiful. I will see all of you." His harsh command spoken with a scowl. He could see her stomach quivering, her chest rising and falling trying to catch her breath. When he growled she quickly opened her knees to reveal herself to him. At the sight of her pussy's moist swollen lips spread open and dark red with color. He repeated what he told her when he began to masturbate. His sperm ejaculated onto her chest. Her chin fell to her chest. Maggie went to wipe his sperm off her. "Look but don't touch." He whispered out of breath. Maggie's hands returned to her thighs palms up. "Good girl." He sighed tucking his cock back inside his pajamas. He sat back giving himself a chance to recover from his orgasm. It was not nearly as satisfying as sliding his cock inside her. He squeezed his toes taking steady breaths calming the surge of desire that pulsed inside him. Michael leaned forward running his finger through his cooling sperm coating it with the thick juice that slid down between her breasts. He could feel her shivering beneath his touch. A small whimper escaped her throat. "Look at me." His voice still dark with desire. He watched her head lift up to meet his eyes. He saw the shock and confusion of what he'd done in her violet blue eyes damp with unshed tears. He leaned in closer gazing at her placing his hand on the back of her head. His fingers ran threw her thick hair gently pulling her head back. Maggie whimpered. "Hush baby girl. Up on the bed now. On your back. " His hand grazed the inside of her thigh. She trembled violently at his touch. His finger slid the length of her pussy, barely parting her lips. She stared in wonder at him. Her hips raised up. Michael looked down at her. "I want you to see what I see every time I look at you. It pleases me to watch you through a mirror." He whispered huskily, his face an inch from hers. "Are you going to deny me that pleasure, beautiful?" His thumb pressed against her clit. Maggie moaned as he made small light circles. He watched her desire grow. Her back arched pushing her pussy further into his hand. Her warm breath caressed his lips. His thumb increased speed but not pressure. She was breathing rapidly her body straining against his light touch. He could feel the moment she was ready to orgasm. Michael removed his fingers, "Every time that you deny me my pleasure. I will deny you, yours." Kissing her on the forehead he stepped away. She was trying to catch her breath. Maggie whispered, "No, please." She gulped in a large breath of air staring at his face and back at his lap. "You can't mean that." "But I do mean it." Michael's erection faded showing her the power of his control. "Discipline Maggie happens in many forms." He stood looming over her. "You might want to consider that fact. Because you have yet to receive the rest of yours for your actions." For Her Own Good Ch. 07 I wish to thank the readers for their comments and feedback on Chapters 1 through 6. I take all feedback seriously. Please don't hesitate to write positive or negative comments, but include details as to why you liked it or hated it. It helps me make what was good better and to fix what's bad. Please include a write back email so I may address comments. Premise: Some men were meant to raise the women they love. Series Summary-An encounter at a nightclub brings Maggie Summers and Michael Stanton to discuss the topic of BDSM. Cursed with a childish appearance Maggie sets out to prove that she's an adult in control of her life. Forgetting her manners she views the attractive Mr. Stanton as a threat in a game she refuses to play. Until a guilty conscience over her childish behavior returns her to familiar surroundings and Maggie's sexual desires resurface in the comfort of Michael's home. A visit from Charles Hamilton, Maggie's ex-fiancé provides the answer to her odd behavior. An accident and a chance to remain as his guest she is confronted with the truth. Her aunt and the man who raped her take her memory away leaving her a past without Michael. A man who filled an important part of her life. His intentions are clear. He will help her and wishes to resume their relationship as it was before. If she's willing to follow his rules. He will show her everything. The story is fictional and contains suggestive language to fuel the imagination. With humbleness and always thankful txblush I wish to thank MaaddMaaxx for editorial assistance. This is an original work by txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site ~~~~ From the moment she'd walked into the room he hadn't given her a chance to take it. He stripped her in the most humiliating fashion in the room that was her secret desire. Michael sat in the chair silently watching her. Maggie sat stunned staring through the wooden bars of the adult sized crib. He had converted her room into a nursery. In her hands was a small daybook. After placing her in her crib he explained it was the reason for her running away, instructing her to read the last page. With trembling fingers she opened the tiny volume. She was confronted with her own handwriting. Her fingers traced over the inked page. She read the tiny blocked lettering. For as long as I can remember he's called me baby girl. But if he knew what my thoughts were since Daddy's shown me his world, never knowing that I've lied to him from the moment he agreed to share it with me. The darkest desire that I carry inside me only to reveal it here. He would be very hurt believing I mistrusted him with my most intimate thoughts. I hate to leave him but I can't stay. I can't ask him to wait for me. I love him too much but I can't stop the fantasy it invades my dreams. I can't bring myself to live with my lies and face him each day. Even now as I sit in my small apartment I can imagine my room as a nursery that with Daddy's permission I am allowed to decorate. And as I flipped through these pages reading the ways in which I fantasized decorating my cocoon I blush with shame and sexual desire unable to be either woman or child. All baby girls must leave their Daddies one day. I'm sorry Daddy but I can't ever share this fantasy with you. Maggie flips the page. Without a date she could almost believe that she had written the entry. She hadn't and couldn't bare to face Michael. She turns her back to him. She sees the words bubble bath and reads the passage. It described in detail her experience with him the other day. The difference between the fantasy and the reality. In the fantasy she was given a spanking for using the whole bottle of bubbles, then, made to stand in a corner. Maggie fumbled turning the page. Unable to read further. Finding an envelope tucked between the pages, she reads it. Maggie pulled out the folded paper discovering an elaborate drawing of the nursery. Everything that was in the picture was recreated in this room. Her crib, a bed beside it for Michael to sleep next to her, a changing table, two toy chests-one labeled sex toys-the gliding rocker and the mirror. Maggie turned her head looking over her shoulder at Michael. A question on her lips. "You gave me a key to your apartment. You had allowed me to read them. Except the one you're holding. I found it hidden in your toy chest. I read it." His deep voice soothed her raw feelings. Maggie fingered the small diary cover with her initials decorated in fancy script. She had journals titled under different subjects: dreams and nightmares, aspirations, education, etiquette, and philosophy to name a few. Her most recent journal was on the subject of careers. She didn't have a journal where she wrote about sex fantasies or anything sexual. She was too ashamed. She stared down at the one she held "secrets and lies." The warmth in the room didn't prevent Maggie's nude body from shivering. She had been afraid to read this one. For one fervent moment she wished she could go back to the morning the two of them sat at that small table in the Mexican restaurant. And when he'd asked her what she knew about the subject of BDSM she could have produced the two journals she had carried in her purse and slid them across the table. Telling him she had stumbled across them by accident. That her curiosity was the reason she sought him out. It would have been the adult thing to do. Honest, empowering, and under control. None of which she had been that day. Maggie had read the one journal to try understand the deep feelings of humiliation she must felt-still felt. Michael now stood next to the crib. She handed him the journal. He knew everything there was to know about her. He had recreated her fantasy, and was prepared to fulfill it. She didn't understand the reason why he would do such a thing. Even if she had spoke the truth, in the beginning, Maggie would have kept her secret denying that there was any truth to it. "Am I in trouble?" He set the small book down beside her head. He tapped the book. "You aren't responsible for what happened because of it. Understand?" Maggie nodded. He reached into the crib. She extended her arms allowing him to pick her up. The strange sensation of being lifted up as if in flight and free only to find herself embraced safely in his arms made her feel that she could endure the punishment for her dishonesty. Michael brought her over to the chair sitting down with her on his lap. He tipped her chin up to look at him. "Do you remember that spanking I promised you that day in the restaurant?" "Yes." She gazed at his face her eyes taking in each detail. His brown eyes, the small line on his cheek, a dimple when she made him smile. His smooth lips that when he kissed her were soft and gentle. Out of nowhere Michael produced her BDSM journal. He looked directly at her taking her hand in his. He gently squeezed it. "There can't be any secrets or lies between us. You will learn in this room, with me, everything you've wanted me to show you. I promise. But before that can happen I'll need the truth from you. All of it." She heard the finality in his tone. Maggie's midsection flipped over then dropped deep into the pit of her stomach. A sickening feeling came over her. She was unable to face him casting her eyes to the floor. "Look at me, young lady." Maggie whipped her head up at his sharp command. Her whole body trembled. She gulped. She tried to pull her hand out of his but he held her in place. She didn't know where to begin. Then she whispered, "Please. You have to understand. She...I mean...yes...I...lied to you, about the club and why I went there. I read her...my...diary." Maggie stopped. If she was going to get through this explanation she had to stop referring to the journals as hers. Her free hand caressed the hard binding of the diary he held. Its black cover with the stenciled white lettering on it was pretty. But it wasn't hers. She wasn't the same person any longer. "In this journal she wrote about her Daddy. It's filled with her fantasies, rules, and...sex games. She enjoyed receiving pain. She wanted her Daddy to punish her. This was all very confusing to me. I didn't...I couldn't..." Maggie stopped. All she wanted was to know what it meant because to her the descriptions in the journals were sick and perverted. Not beautiful. Somehow she thought they'd be beautiful. "Tell me!" Maggie trembled blurting out. "The nightclub. My apartment. No picture. Description. Nothing to tell me who you were or what you looked like. All I had was your name!" She knew she wasn't making any sense. It didn't matter. He didn't believe her. She could see it in his cool gaze. Heard it in his harsh demand. Without thinking she went down on her knees to the cold hardwood floor. Her cold hand in his. She chest hurt. Her heart was breaking at his skeptical gaze. "I was just trying to understand what it all meant! I didn't know who to ask!" She cried out. Her body lowered to the floor. He flung her hand away. She wrapped her arms around her churning stomach. She curled up on the floor. "Please... you have to...believe me. I never had a Daddy. Someone to ask. Someone to tell me I wasn't perverted. That sex wasn't ugly but beautiful." Feeling desperate, "I knew what would happen if I showed up at the club unescorted. It was all there inside the journal. I didn't care how much trouble I'd get in so long as you'd help me. You would explain so long as I did not lie! I knew that!" She gasped for air. "All I had to do was show you the journal. I had it that day. In the restaurant." Unable to look at him any longer she stared at the floor. "I wanted to show you. But I...couldn't...." She sobbed. The tears flowed. Her cries isolated her. There was no comfort in them. No solace because she needed his understanding. His punishment. His forgiveness. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Michael's hand came to rest on the back of her head. He said nothing stroking her hair softly while she cried. Tears washed away her shame, fears, and lies. "Will you lie or keep secrets from me again baby girl?" Her head whipped up, "No. Daddy. I promise." Michael lifts her up by the chin. Maggie senses that he is about to deliver her punishment. She has no idea what to expect. He has never physically hurt her. She braces herself for the pain that's to come. When his hand touches the side of face she doesn't back away or close her eyes. She trembles unafraid of him, but anticipating the physical pain. He wipes away her tears. "Do you have any questions about the rules I've given you? Do you understand them? Think carefully before you answer." Maggie thought over the rules he'd patiently spelled out for her. On the surface they were simple rules. Easy to understand. He would see to her care while her injuries mended. She couldn't deny that she had no idea how he planned to accomplish the return of her memories. He had not discussed the other option with her. And he wouldn't, she thought. But it would include her sexual education. Everything she needed he would provide: food, clothing, and a room of her own. She understood. However, the design of them was not easy to follow. Then she realized her mistake. "You don't expect me to ask permission to leave my room if I need to..." Maggie blushed. "Use the bathroom." She whispered. "That's exactly what I expect." It was on the tip of his tongue to repeat himself. Instead he said. "There is nothing for you to feel ashamed of Maggie." She gazed up at him. "She...I mean...I won't...didn't break that rule on purpose. I do, understand why you're punishing me for it and...my tantrum. I'm sorry." "I was not displeased by your anger. I expected it. I understood it." He leaned over kissed her forehead. "Never be afraid to express all your feelings." He whispered. Maggie gasped at his tender gaze. "And it is not punishment, baby girl. It's discipline. There is a difference. You will discover that as well. Understand?" "Yes. Daddy." "Good girl. Now. This is what's going to happen. You will stand in front of the mirror. I am going to spank your bottom until it is very hot. Afterwards, you will look at your very red behind." Maggie immediately agreed. "Good girl." Those two words. His small praise. The way he spoke the words. Maggie felt a warmth spread through her chest, but it was short lived. Michael went to the mirror slowly moving it back in place. Catching a glimpse of herself she turns her head. With his hands around her waist she blindly grabs his wrists. Now that the moment of her punishment was about to be delivered Maggie's body stiffened in his hands. "It will go a lot easier if you relax." He set her on her feet in front of him. Maggie wasn't listening. He picks her up. She wraps herself tightly around him. "Please, Daddy. I promise I'll be a good girl." She whispered into his neck feeling much like she did when she was a little girl but not understanding the feeling or the sudden gush of wetness that issued from between her legs. She moaned at the foreign feelings of desire mixed with trepidation. Michael gently pulled her body away from his. "You need to let go." Maggie nodded her head. He set her down on her feet again. She didn't resist him when he took her wrists in his hand. Turning her around he raises her arms above her head. He held them. She felt the wetness as her thighs touched. Her knees weak from holding him tightly around the waist. She whispered, "I'm sorry. Daddy I didn't mean to hurt you." She felt him tug at the back of her hair making her face forward. "I need you to take a deep breath and plant your feet firmly on the floor." She did what he asked. "Okay, beautiful. This is very important. When you're ready to begin, open your eyes. Take your time. Breathe. And don't hold your breath." All at once her body relaxed. His dark soft voice spoken slow with a confidence that she could face the mirror in front of her. She felt her pulse beat against his fingers. She took a breath. She felt his hand supporting her head. She inhaled. She felt the wetness between her thighs. The twinge of pain in her ankle. Breathing deeper with the knowledge that she had brought this moment on herself. That he was doing what had to be done. Then a calmness washed over her at the sounds of slow breaths. The safety of being secured in his hands. A moment of clarity: she was in control. "Thank you." She whispered opening her eyes. Maggie felt his hand move swiftly away from her head. His large hand delivered the first smack across both cheeks of her bottom. Her eyes widened. She looked at her flushed face. She inhaled deeply at the feel of his hand's sting. There was no time for her to recover. He delivered the second, third, and fourth hard smack. She was breathing heavy watching her chest rise and fall. Surprised by the swelling of her breasts and that her nipples were tight pointed buds. He rubbed his warmed hand across her heated round backside. Aside from her sharp intakes of air Maggie hadn't uttered a sound. He delivered two very hard smacks that rang in her ears as they stung her rounded flesh. Then another set of two, a pause, and again. The sounds reverberated in the quiet room. Maggie's eyes were watering with unshed tears from the pain. "Breath baby girl." He gave her long enough to take one deep cleansing breath before he delivered four hard smacks. Then stopped. He didn't rub away the pain. Maggie's body shook violently from the harsh strings. Her vision blurred from the heavy tears that slid down her face. She watched his hand raise at the side of her hip. His stern face conveyed his intent. She rose up on tiptoes. He rained them down hard and fast. She counted six, seven, and then eight. Each time taking a quick breath but not enough to stop the hot pain burning her cheeks. When he reached ten she cried out. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" The moment she did Michael slowly brought her wrists down. Maggie felt the tiny sharp tingles from the blood returning into her arms. He spent a couple of minutes rubbing them. "Me too, baby girl. Daddy wasn't happy about having to discipline you." His deep voice soothed her ears after the ringing sounds of the spanking. Maggie nodded her head. "Don't move." He stepped back bending down to where they were eye level. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if she'd been forgiven. His tender gaze told her of his feelings. He would not punish her again and again for her deceit. She breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. He nodded towards the mirror. "Look but don't touch." He held her hips turning her blazing bottom towards the mirror. Maggie lowered her lashes looking through them at Michael before turning her head over her shoulder. Her eyes took in the sight of her blotchy red tear-streaked face. When she went to wipe off her face he repeated his order for her not to touch. Her hand rested on her chest. She felt the pounding of her heart and the tight bud of her nipple against the inside of her arm. Her hand lowered to the peak of her swollen breast grazing her nipple. Then she saw the sight of her flaming red backside feeling the soreness on both cheeks. She stared at herself in the mirror seeing the wetness on the insides of her thighs. Her fingers slipped across the moist smooth skin of her vagina's mound. She cast her partially opened eyes back at him wondering if he saw the tip of her finger slip in between the slick lips of her sex. Michael reached out to touch her teary cheek. Maggie pressed her fingertip against the top of her slit feeling the pleasure swirl around her center. Her head tipped back. "You are beautiful." He whispered. Her eyes opened wide. A moan escaped her lips. He was standing next to her smiling down at her. "Look but don't touch." His dark voice softly commanded pulling her hand away from her wet pussy. Maggie groaned in frustration. ~~~~ Michael rolled over onto his side leaning on his elbow. "Lay still and go to sleep, baby girl. I won't tell you again." "I can't fall asleep." Came her hushed cry turning her head away from him. He could see her, in the dim lit room, through the bars of her crib. "Do you need me to turn off the nightlight?" He asked softly. "Yes!" She replied quickly turning her head, "Please, I can't sleep with it on." Maggie rolled over on her side. "Please Daddy." He saw the excitement in her eyes. He knew what she would do if he turned out the single soft glowing light that illuminated her while she lay in her crib. Maggie was never the type to deny herself pleasure. Michael reached over preparing to turn the knob. She stretched her neck back gasping in excitement as she watched him. He turned it down but not off. His chin rested on top of his bicep. "Better?" He asked as he gazed at her. She huffed in frustration looking at him. "Please." She begged. It was difficult for him to keep from smiling. The knowledge of her predicament that she was trying to hide. Her pink cheeks flushed with passion. The devilish look in her dark eyes. He witnessed this countless times on her pretty pixie face. He refrained. "No. Now go to sleep." Maggie turned her face away but not before he saw her pout. "We have a busy day tomorrow, baby girl." He laid back down and closed his eyes listening to her trying to control her breathing. Michael gave into his urge. He smiled. Putting his hands behind his head he turned to watch her. She was still facing away from him lying flat on her back. Dressed in a short white babydoll nightgown the edge rested across her hips exposing the lower half of her body. He insisted on her wearing the matching bikini panties when he dressed her. He would have preferred not to have dressed her at all tonight. But he had gone down this path with her in the past giving her permission to masturbate. He knew better now. He heard her moan. For Her Own Good Ch. 07 "Next sound I hear from you that isn't sleep related and I'll restrain you, young lady. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." She yelped snapping her legs closed and rolling over onto her side. The tranquility of the room, disturbed by the quiet hum of the ceiling's fan set at a low speed, gave off enough air keeping it from becoming stuffy. On his visit into her apartment Michael noticed that Maggie kept it cold yet there were numerous thick coverings thrown over her furniture. The warm room would be an adjustment for her. A light blanket was all he'd given her for covering. He noticed her fingers rubbing the soft material. He recognized the small gesture. It would take more than fingering the texture of the light blanket to quiet her. Michael had read her secrets and lies journal; more than once, before coming to the conclusion that Maggie needed a firmer hand. His previous mistake: she was a masochist who needed to be shown the difference between a spanking for pleasure and a spanking for discipline. It appeared he would not be hampered by her lost memory. Her body's response remembered how a well delivered spanking gave her pleasure. This time around his intentions were to train her that her desires were at his discretion. At the sound of her quiet rapid breathing he came out of his bed. He whipped the thin blanket off her. Maggie's head jerked in his direction. She held an exposed breast in one hand. Her other was inside her panties. He didn't give her time to speak reaching inside the crib he pinched her nipple hard between his thumb and finger. Maggie gasped in pain. "Remove your hands and take a hold of one of the crib's bars." He commanded. Her mouth open and closed against the pain, "Please Michael. I..." She gasped again when he pinched harder. Her chest rose up but she did as she was told. Her eyes closed with her chest moving up and down. Her legs were pressed together. She was moving her hips up and down pressing her ass into the mattress. He let go of her nipple only to lightly slap her thigh with his fingertips. "Hold still." Maggie's eyes flew open as she cried out. Michael brought around the straps that hung off each bar and went about securing her wrists. "Please Michael. You can't do this to me. You can't expect me to sleep like this." Maggie begged watching him move from one side of her to the other. She continued to move. He slapped her other thigh, "I'm not in the habit of repeating myself, young lady." Maggie grimaced as she threw her head back against the mattress. He stood at the end of the crib. "Give me your ankle." She looked first at him and then at the strap he held in his hand whispering, "Please no." But at his glare she slid her foot in his direction closing her eyes. When he was finished Michael stood between his bed and her crib. "Maggie, look at me." He reached down and turned the night light up casting its brightness on her frustrated heart shaped face. Wisps of ruffled hair framed it bringing out her dark eyes. "Your pleasure is at my command. I decide when you may receive it. When I allow you to enjoy yourself for my pleasure." He reached down hooking his fingers on the side of her panties, "Don't move." He felt her hips shudder at his touch while easing them down to her thighs. When he moves the nightgown up exposing her breasts; Maggie tried to keep from urging him to touch her. Her body lay still but her eyes begged him. He caressed her cheek with the backs of fingers. "I would like nothing more than to make love to you." He continued to caress her face speaking softly. "You will learn what it means to you. I will show you everything. But for tonight there will be no pleasure, only discipline." "Please Michael, you don't understand. I can't. I need." Maggie stops and turns her face away pulling away from his hand. She looks down at her exposed nude body then shuts her eyes. She squeezes the bars in her hands. He gazed down at her firm breasts with their bright red raspberry buds and her flat stomach rising up and down while trying to gain control of her desire. Michael found himself amazed at the changes in her. Was it only a few days ago when she could hardly speak to him on the subject of sex or admit to her own desires? But she had yet to admitted them aloud, to him, he thought. He picked up the small journal and laid it atop her sex. He would stop her secrets and lies. "If you wish for me to show you everything, Maggie, you must give me all of you." He plunged the room in darkness. ~~~~ Maggie lay with her eyes open staring into the blackness of the room, flexing her hands around the round wooden bars of her crib. It did nothing to stem the desire that coursed through her lower region; on the contrary it increased her excitement. She could not remove her hands from around them. She dared not move her hips to rid herself of the small book laying lightly on her mound. His well placed slaps on the insides of her thighs and her nipple ached for more of his harsh treatment. He peeled another hidden layer of her sexual desires away. Leaving her to contemplate and accept his control over her body's pleasure. How could he sleep, she thought, listening to his slow deep breathing. Maggie turned her head in his direction. Her knees relaxed stretching her panties tighter around the tops of her thighs. She quietly moaned. The feel of her body's open readiness, and she could do nothing but lay here. Exposed yet cloaked in darkness, forced yet willing to remain silent, her body's desire ached for the smallest of touches that would send her into orgasm. Her eyes drifted closed. She listened to him sleeping. Maggie dared to speak whispering softly, "Please, please don't leave me like this. I don't know if I can give you all of me." She felt the tears behind her eyes; suddenly the day's events came crashing down on her. If she thought there weren't any tears left inside her she discovered she was wrong. She quietly cried her frustrations of not being heard, and being left alone. She felt the journal fall between her legs. Exhaustion replaced desire as her mind drifted while listening to the sounds of his deep breaths. He made it clear he would not allow her to hide in the darkness, and seek her pleasure. He already had her heart, and her body would soon be his. Did he know that when she saw the room her heart skipped a beat? Could she trust him with her desires? The playful little girl inside her was more than willing to allow Daddy to bring up his baby girl to properly please him, but the adult inside her was afraid of his power and control. ~~~~ He heard her small voice, listened when she cried. Michael pushed her limits today and she met each one. Maggie hadn't needed to speak the words, the look of curiosity in her eyes, told him that the room's transformation deeply affected her. It came as no surprise to him. On her own, without his influence, she had cultivated her sexual appetite feeding it with her own brand of fantasies. He was fully aware that she wasn't the woman he'd grown up with. He had taken special care tonight to provide only a taste of the sweetness her sexuality could provide for her. For him. He had opened the door for her. He had not held back giving her the full impact of his discipline. He imaged her ass still felt sore. What had surprised him was that she had taken as many as she had. He was under no delusions that he wanted more than the sweet and innocent. She would need to voice her desires. Her reaction tonight had changed his plans. What would the results be for the two of them? When he was certain she slept, he turned on the dim night-light, and slipped out of bed. Maggie was a heavy sleeper. She slept unaware of him removing the restraints. He gazed down at her spread open legs. The remains of her juice now dry on her pussy's lips and the insides of her smooth thighs. He carefully pulled up her panties and lowered her gown. Before placing the blanket over her he gently rolled her over onto her stomach. Maggie moving her arms and legs close to her body making him think of a turtle going into its shell. Hiding and protecting herself he wondered. She sighed. He brushed away the hair that covered her face. Her body relaxed further as she breathed deeper. She would sleep throughout the night. Exhaustion had finally claimed her. Michael lay in bed. Her journal full of descriptions of her desire; the perfect blueprint for him to follow. What had come as a shock to him was the extent Maggie had gone to make the fantasy real. She had hidden everything away in a storage unit. He'd never suspected the depths of her craving. It spoke of a deeper need than she had led him to believe. A cry for unconditional love. His plan: to fulfill her fantasy to the degree that would enable her to blossom under his love and acceptance. He slept lightly, waking up every so often to check on her. With no idea of what she dreamt he listened for any signs of distress or a return of her nightmare. During one of his middle of the night moments he heard her fussing. It was the only way to describe her behavior as he stood beside the crib ready to remove the blanket and return her to the restraints if she were attempting to masturbate. Her small whimpers and head rolling revealed the problem. Maggie's mouth was in search of something to suck on leaving traces of her saliva on the sheet. Michael went to retrieve a pacifier from the toy chest labeled, "SEX," and inserted the small plastic penis it into her pouting mouth. She immediately began suckling it. Her body relaxed back into sleep. He lay in bed listening to her soft moans of contentment finding himself unable to doze. His mind filled with the image of her tongue licking on his cock. Michael's rigid erection ached to feel her surround his dick with her hot wet mouth. The memory was strong. The mix of her powdered fresh skin and her sexual arousal filled his senses. The air around him potent with her scents. He regained control only when she stopped sucking on the plastic phallus. It was going to be a long night. The alarm, from his phone, went off at six o'clock the next morning. Michael hadn't needed the reminder. There were things needing his attention before waking her. He quietly sat up in bed turning his head to look over his shoulder. He grinned seeing her still curled up sound asleep in the crib. While he had slept like a baby, waking every two hours to check on Maggie. She had slept like an anesthetized patient. Completely unaware of his loving care. At some point she had spit out the pacifier. It lay by her mouth. He retrieved it. He would only be gone long enough to take care of his morning's necessities. Less than an hour later he gathered the items from the toy chest: a blindfold, a gag similar to the pacifier, and set of hog-tying restraints. The small tinkling sound of the rings on the leather manacles as he placed them on the mattress' crib caused her to stir underneath the blanket. Lowering the crib's rail he handled her as if she were a porcelain doll and carefully removed her two pieces of clothing. Gently rubbing her limbs to relief any discomfort from her sleeping in the same position during the night he worked to restore her blood's circulation. He kept watching her face saw her eyelids flutter, but they remained closed. In no time he had the restraints on her replacing the blanket while she lay on her side. It had been easy to slide the gag into her relaxed mouth. As he went to secure it Maggie's eyes flew open. She jerked against the restraints trying to pull her head out of his hand. The gag muffled her protest. "Shh, relax baby girl. Daddy's almost finished." He gazed down at her speaking softly. His hand firmly holding her by the back of the head he snapped the gag closed around her head. He felt her tremble. She looked at his face her large eyes round with disbelief and then quickly down at his groin. Michael shook his head. "No, Daddy's not going to have sex with you." Smoothing her hair away from her forehead he kissed her. He reached for the blindfold. Before placing it on her, he rested his forehead against hers staring directing into her eyes. He kissed the center of the leather gag. "Relax, baby girl. This is the first of many scenes that you and I will be experiencing while we explore your fantasy." Maggie's eyebrows shot up into her forehead in surprise. "You're going to have to trust me." He whispered close to her ear. A moment later she nodded. "Good girl." He kissed each eyelid before placing the blindfold over them. He continued to gently rub her upper arm encouraging her breath and to suckle the gag's rubber penis. Michael wrapped her tighter into the blanket and then lifted the crib's rail back into place. "Be a good girl and go to sleep for Daddy." Maggie began to struggle inside the sheath Michael had fashioned with her covers. Her muffled pleas garbled sounds because of the gag. He left her to make a call. Upon his return to her room he checked that she hadn't injured herself quietly reassuring her. Another hour passed. At the sound of the doorbell Michael rushed to answer it. Lina pushed past him hurrying in saying. "Where is she? How is she? Maggie is all right, isn't she?" "Good morning to you too, Lina." He smiled at her. Michael put his arm around her shoulders and his finger to his lips. "My apologies, I should have mentioned to Quinn when I phoned that Maggie was fine and that all I needed was a babysitter." "A babysitter?" She whispered. Her eyes shot up. "Michael Stanton do you have any idea how worried I was driving over here?" He hugged her. "I do now. And again, I apologize. Am I forgiven?" He motioned for her to speak quietly. "After you answer my questions." She whispered. "Maggie's in her room. She's all right and if she hasn't accepted her situation. Then she is still making an effort to remove herself from the blanket casing I fashioned her in." He bent down, "I don't want Maggie to know you're here." Michael removed her shoes saying, "If there is anything you wish to know now's the time to ask." "It's not my place to ask you what you're up to with your submissive." Lina lowered her eyes. "I should be the one apologizing, Mike, for stepping out of line. I'm sorry." Again he gave her a gentle squeeze. "If you're concerned that I will report your behavior to Quinn, don't be." Lina breathed a sigh of relief. "It not that, Mike. It's Maggie. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out a solution to help her and there isn't anything that I've found that can restore her memory. Are you certain she won't agree to going under hypnosis?" "Positive." "I hate to admit it, but I miss the brat." She placed her hand on his chest. He smiled at Lina's characterization of Maggie. "Well, there may be a solution to that problem. Which is why I need you to stay with her while I run a couple of errands." She glanced down at her hand and then at his face. Lina gasped, "That's what Quinn and I did with Katrina." She put her arm around his waist shaking her head. "No one spoke of Katrina's transformation to Maggie." Michael should have known that Lina would use her gift to read his thoughts. "No, but the two of you have talked a number of times about your home and what it was like for you growing up there. Her imagination did the rest." They walked the short distance to Maggie's room. Michael whispered into Lina's ear. "I've prepared what she'll need. Don't touch her or speak to her. I should be back before you need to pick up the twins at school." He opened the door to the room. Michael left Lina's side hearing Maggie fight to free herself he went to the changing table taking items from one of the drawers. "Shh, baby girl. Daddy's here now." Maggie stopped moving. He reached down and wiped her nose clean and then the dampness from her forehead. Michael lowered the rail and repositioned her in the center of the mattress rechecking the blindfold, taking special care to clean and dry the stitches. Then rechecked the gag was secure. "Okay I'm going to give you something to drink through the mouth piece of the gag." He spoke softly reassuring her with his touches. Maggie nodded. Michael worked the tube through the opening. "Suckle the pacifier it will deliver the fluid. Go ahead baby girl; I need to check that it works for you. Stop when you've had enough." Lina stood beside the crib looking at the device he had rigged up. It held enough milk in the two bags to provide Maggie with nourishment like something used in hospitals to deliver intravenous feeding. She nodded her approval. They both watched as Maggie, breathing harshly, sucked away at the fluid shaking violently in the makeshift casing. When she stopped drinking Michael caressed the top of her head. "Good girl." Maggie whimpered. "Shh, I know you're upset." He crooned in her ear lifting her head into the crook of his arm. "You need to stop fighting it. I'm not going to release you until you're ready. You need to let go." He held her head to his chest letting her listen to his heartbeat until her breathing steadied. Once she calmed he inserted an earplug into her ear. Maggie cried out and pushed her head into his chest doing what she could to keep him from taking the last of her senses away. Michael's hands were shaking as he whispered, "Relax. You're perfectly safe. I love you." Maggie's screams and thrashing did nothing to stop him from closing her off to the outside world. Taking Lina by the elbow he led her over to sit on the bed. He could see the sight of Maggie's captivity and violent movements to gain freedom fascinated her. Michael often admired a couple's creativity during the creation of, "a scene." Taking in the details of the dominant restraining his or her submissive by various methods. Whether it was the St. Andrews Cross or ropes expertly made into a web trapping and suspending the person, mummification, or the cage. Each of these techniques held a sub's attention with feelings of fear, anticipation, and wonder while the dominant coerced them to accept their status. He couldn't deny the beauty of it. However, this was different. This was more than just a scene being played out for pleasure. He sat watching and petting Maggie's hair. He viewed her as she had described in one of her fantasies. She truly looked the part of the ugly caterpillar in her cocoon. A baby in its womb also came to mind. With more to do and hours before she was ready. His heart pounded with anxiety. His stomach felt tied up in knots. If there weren't plans to be completed, he would be pacing the floors waiting for her arrival. Michael would be present at Maggie's birth. He would have all of her. Thanks to her fantasy. He looked down at Lina's hand. She had been holding his hand while the two of them watched over Maggie. She looked at him giving him a soft smile and whispering. "You better go. I promise not to leave her side until you return." He wasn't quite ready to leave her in someone else's care. He couldn't get the lump out in his throat. Michael swallowed hard. "You have my number." "Yes." He kissed Lina on the cheek. "Thank you." He whispered. ~~~~ At the feel of his hand caressing the top of her head, Maggie's body went rigid. All she could hear were her own screams and her thundering heart beats inside her chest. She had no idea of how long she'd been encased, or how much longer he planned to keep her this way. His frantic heartbeat and declaration of love the last thing she heard before he had taken her sense of hearing away. Why had he done this to her? She pleaded repeatedly. But her question went unanswered. All she had was the gentle touch of his hand petting her hair. Maggie felt something soft brush against the side of her face and then the soft feel of tissue paper over her nose. She lay perfectly still filled with dread and terrified that he was going to suffocate her. And for a brief moment that's exactly what she felt he was doing. He pinched her nostrils only to let them go a second later. She inhaled deeply once and then again; savoring the sweet air that filled her lungs while his hand returned to caressing the top of her head. For Her Own Good Ch. 07 Her naked body, wet and feverish, lay curled up inside the blanket as she laid on her back. The back of her throat was sore and raw from crying out. Her jaw hurt because of her open mouthed position around the phallus. Even her tongue ached from pushing against the pacifier that invaded pressing down her jaw. She could feel the distinct large head the round base of flexible rubber. Both her mouth and throat were dry. Exhausted and thirsty from her fight to free herself Maggie sucked on the phallus tasting the sweet milk on her tongue. The cool, wet, liquid slowly trickled down her parched throat. She stopped for a moment to inhale. Finally accepting her situation, where she could do nothing, but drink and breath. Maggie's limbs relaxed in her restraints while she filled her belly with food. She didn't give into tears or renew her fight against her captivity. Instead she rolled over on her side, feeding on the sweet milk. It would give her a chance to rest and think. A moment later his hand was gone leaving her alone again. She must have fallen asleep, dozed in and out, for how long Maggie had no idea. She couldn't even smile when recalling her tantrum over his not having any clocks for her to know the time. Time along with several of her senses had been taken away from her. The reasons, his reasons, why were left unanswered. Her mind drifted sifting through the moment right before she awoke to find him above her. While she had slept peacefully had he been planning this to punish her further? It was her first thought and her only thought until she drifted off to sleep again. Her dreams filled with the many times she gazed at his face. Heard the sound of his deep whiskey toned voice. Maggie had fallen in love with idea, the notion, that he was everything she ever wanted, and didn't believe she would ever have. They were in her dreams and in the days she spent with him. Filling her with feelings that no one person could possibly experience in so short a period of time. Fear being the primary emotion she felt: yet Maggie couldn't seem to break away. Was it because of what she'd learned? That Michael held the memories of their past. Had he seduced her into believing that was true? No, her own words told her of the past they shared. And had she not been so reluctant to read the small diary or so determined to gain her own pleasure she would have felt his love, seen it and possibly experienced it. When she gave into her terror and panicked: Michael left her with the thunderous sounds of his quickening heartbeat, his trembling hands, and his whispered words of love. He wasn't doing this to her. He was doing this for her. With her wrists bound together Maggie uncurled her fisted hands. It was the first movement she made that showed acceptance of her confinement. The only sound she heard was that of her own slow and deep breathes. Her body's temperature was high enough making her perspire inside and outside the blanket, that alone made her continue to suck and feed herself. Her belly now swollen with fluid Maggie felt it traveling through her body. Her mind felt sharp and alert. She allowed the images of her experiences to travel freely behind her closed eyes. The visions of both the reality and her dreams. She felt the pressure of the liquid bearing down on her bladder. She squeezed her eyes closed, tightened her mouth around the pacifier, but doing so delivered more milk. She swallowed it. She couldn't curl her legs or tighten her muscles any more than they already were to keep herself from relieving her bladder. Maggie tried to move into another position, but doing so increased her need for relief. She moaned. She wiggled and stretched her neck out from the heat that was rising on her wet skin and the equally wet blanket. She had no way to know if he was standing over her. It didn't matter. She was certain that if he was there, Michael would do nothing to release her from inside her cocoon. Struck by the thought, Maggie froze. Then she let go. It was the only way she could renew her fight to free herself. Furthermore, it was what Daddy had told her that she had to do before she was ready. With a new understanding and sense of purpose she sucked on the plastic penis delivering more fluid into her body wiggling and struggling with all of her might. It was the way butterflies were born, she thought dizzily. And, her mind shouted, the way babies were born. It spurred her to fight harder. She was his baby girl! Daddy was waiting to deliver her! Maggie renewed her cries hoping he would understand that she knew what he was doing for her. He wasn't ashamed of her. And she wasn't afraid. For Her Own Good Ch. 08 I wish to thank the readers for their comments and feedback on Chapters 1 through 7. I take all feedback seriously. Please don't hesitate to write positive or negative comments, but include details as to why you liked it or hated it. It helps me make what was good better and to fix what's bad. Please include a write back email so I may address comments. Premise: Some men were meant to raise the women they love. Series Summary-An encounter at a nightclub brings Maggie Summers and Michael Stanton to discuss the topic of BDSM. Cursed with a childish appearance Maggie sets out to prove that she's an adult in control of her life. Forgetting her manners she views the attractive Mr. Stanton as a threat in a game she refuses to play. Until a guilty conscience over her childish behavior returns her to familiar surroundings and Maggie's sexual desires resurface in the comfort of Michael's home. A visit from Charles Hamilton, Maggie's ex-fiancé provides the answer to her odd behavior. An accident and a chance to remain as his guest she is confronted with the truth. Her aunt and the man who raped her take her memory away leaving her a past without Michael. A man who filled an important part of her life. His intentions are clear. He will help her and wishes to resume their relationship as it was before. If she's willing to follow his rules. He will show her everything. Taking a page from her journal he recreates her secret fantasy. The story is fictional and contains suggestive language to fuel the imagination. With humbleness and always thankful txblush I wish to thank MaaddMaaxx for editorial assistance. This is an original work by txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site ~~~~ Chapter 8 Michael walked into the bedroom. Lina's head whipped around in his direction. She looked over at her friend struggling in the crib. Maggie's cries filled the room. "She was fine a few minutes ago." "It's okay Lina." He went past her. "Please, Mike. Let me check on her." She came to stand beside him. Michael put his arm around Lina. He squeezed her. "She's okay." He couldn't hide the large smile on his face as he looked down at the bundle fighting before his eyes. His heart hammered against his broad chest, beats so hard they made him feel weak in the knees. He gripped the top of the crib rail and held Lina close to him. She in turn tightened her arm around his waist. "Do you really believe she knows the reason why you did this to her?" She asks anxiously. He looked at the empty supply of milk and then at the soaked bedding that Maggie was rolling around in. "Maggie knows why I did this for her, Lina." Michael pulled out his phone and checked the time with a trembling hand. "Doc Parker will be here soon. You're welcome to stay until then." He whispered hoarsely. Just then Maggie stopped fighting. He didn't dare touch her. Not yet. He squeezed the rail again watching her rest. "I would love to stay and witness this Mike. I'd be honored if you would allow it." Lina spoke softly. "I'd like that. If I hadn't needed Doc's help, he wouldn't be involved. I have to protect her from the shock in case this doesn't work." For the next hour Maggie went from fighting to resting. Michael added another bag of liquid for her to drink. He kept himself from giving into his need to touch her. In between watching her he paced the floor. He pulled out his phone checking the time again. Lina's laughter stopped him. "Would you mind sharing with me what you find so funny?" He glared at her then growled as he checked the time. Michael shoved the offending blackberry phone back in his pant's pocket. "You." Lina laughed again. Regaining her composure she asked, "I take it you explained to Doc what you needed him for." Michael walked over to watch Maggie's slow movements. He was about to reach down. "Don't Mike." He glanced at Lina her face had lost its delight. She looked down for a moment. Then back up at him standing across from her. "Her energy is palpable. I can feel its ebb and flow from this distance." She tapped on her wristwatch. "I've been tracking her movements and her rest periods. I don't have to read her thoughts to know what she's doing. If you touch her before it's time it will ruin it for the two of you. She will become anxious and stressed. Much like her Daddy." Lina gave him a small smile. "Is it that obvious?" He smiled in return. "A little." Lina patted the bed beside her. Michael walked around but instead of sitting next to her he sat down in the rocker. He put his arm around the back of the seat. Unable to hide his anxiety he leaned over and placed his elbows on his knees staring at his clasped hands. He glanced past Lina watching and waiting. He took a deep cleansing breath. "When I explained to Doc what I was doing for Maggie..." Lina reached over putting her hand on top of his. "He did what all good doctors do to expectant fathers." She smiled at his puzzled expression. "Don't you see Mike? Doc knows this is more than a scene for you. We were all there with you when Maggie disappeared. He more than any of us." He nodded letting her know he understood what she was saying. It didn't make it any easier to accept his part in all of this. Michael said nothing to Lina about the other errand he'd had to make. She would have been appalled had she known. Michael wasn't the type to allow himself the luxury of reflection. He never examined the reasons behind the person. Their motivations. Maggie's disappearance changed that for him. The days he spent pacing this room in frustration and he found himself searching for answers. Answers to explain why he abandoned her. Because that's what he did. He'd left her vulnerable. She was a dreamer. A romantic who believed in fairy tales and happily ever after. He had encouraged it. Nurtured it. Protected her, overly so he realized now after the damage had been done. He hadn't lied to Maggie when he told her that he'd walked away to let her find her own way. Now here he was trying to do the impossible to bring her back. To return her to the woman she had been. There were no guarantees that this was going to work. None. His one chance at redemption. If it worked he'd spend the rest of his life making it up to her. He wouldn't change who he was. He couldn't. She would hate him if he did. There was still that possibility when she learned the truth. What he hadn't told her-his business, Triple S Corporation, demanded his attention. He'd chosen his company over her. Having received a phone call from his executive assistant while waiting for Lina he had done it again today. A new client that his partner had insisted required his personal attention. He sat up and ran his fingers though his hair. He looked over at Lina. She seemed on the verge of wanting to say something. This wasn't the time. And Lina wasn't the person who needed to hear what he had to say. He stood and began pacing the floor. His partner, he harrumphed, staring up at the ceiling then bowing his head. He should have known. He should have seen it coming. But he was young. Stupid. He believed her. Believed what she told him, when she said it was a gift for all he'd done. He discovered the reason for her generous offer. Now he was indebted to Vivian Summers. She could force him out of his own company. Take everything he'd built for no other reason than he had dared to fall in love with Maggie. Wanting to marry her, Michael had gone to ask for Vivian's blessings. She gave him an icy blue stare informing him that if he'd fucked Maggie then he could kiss his company goodbye. She had cackled at his surprised expression. Stunned by her language he quietly informed her that he had not. Maggie was too young he told her. Vivian's mood shifted she caressed his face. Informing him that she thought his gesture was endearing. That she believed him honorable and trustworthy. And that one day she believed he would understand the value of a woman's virginity. Not Maggie's, of course, but another woman's. Michael never mentioned his visit with her aunt. Instead he worked his ass off to pay her back for college and the capital to start his company. At the sound of the doorbell Michael quickly went to answer it. Moments later Doc poked his head inside the bedroom. "Lina, darling. How's the patient?" He winked smiling at her. When he came into the room, Doc dressed in blue scrubs, went to Lina and hugged her. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Lina smiled in return. "What's not to enjoy? My best friend is about to do what no one has ever done. And he's agreed to allow me to film the event." "Where is Mike by the way?" They walked arm in arm over to where Maggie lay in her crib. Doc carrying his black bag set it down in the corner of the bed. His mannerism went from casual to professional saying in a serious tone. "He's getting the room ready for her." Opening his medical satchel, "He asked me to tell you, "thank you," for babysitting Maggie." "In other words, Mike wants me to leave." She whispered wistfully. Lina's hands caressed the railing. Her eyes looked over at the young woman; her friend, take slow and steady breathes. Maggie appeared utterly relaxed and comfortable in her current state. "We all want her back Lina." He spoke softly. "Does Mike know how you feel about her? That you're in love with her." Lina's eyed him somberly. Doc was looking at Maggie. "Yes, but it doesn't change the fact that she has always belonged with him; I know that and now; so does he." He took out a syringe and filled it with a small amount of medication. "I don't mind telling you this, but if it had been me instead of Mike. Charles Hamilton the Third and Miss Vivian Summers would have truly come face to face with the Devil. If I'd discovered what they'd done to her." He cold voice flat and emotionless as he nodded his head in Maggie's direction. Lina smiled, "So he told you what we did to Charlie." He smiled wickedly, "I helped Mike string the bastard up." Michael walked into the bedroom. He was also dressed in blue scrubs. "The room's ready, Doc." ~~~~ Maggie sensed a change in her surroundings. She didn't know how long it had been going on before she noticed it. Time had stopped for her. Moreover, she felt certain that she was no longer alone in the room. She had grown accustom to her cocooned existence. No longer fighting to break free in a state of panic, her attempts were deliberate. Her movements preventing her body's muscles from cramping or losing circulation. Her thoughts were also premeditated. Maggie's limited knowledge, without any personal experience; on hypnosis she wasn't able to put her in a self induced trance. However she was in deep meditation. Focusing on what she wanted alleviating her fears and expectations. Michael had asked her to trust him. She did. And she would have to give all of herself to him. Had anyone cared for her this much? Maggie thought. She felt the tiny jab and sting of something on the side of her neck. Her body relaxed further pressing against the wet covering. For a moment her mind drifted until she felt herself floating. She heard a stranger's voice from up above her telling her to open her eyes. "I can't." Maggie called back. "Yes, you can." Came the female's soft whispery voice speaking from inside her head. Maggie opened her eyes. What she discovered was her body floating close to the ceiling like a ghost above the crib. She could see herself as she lay curled up on the wet pale pink blanket. Her face masked by the leather blindfold and gag. I look like an ugly caterpillar, Maggie thought. She saw two men standing on each side of the crib. Their clothing suggested that they were in the medical profession. She found that particularly odd considering that she wasn't ill. She noticed the black bag in the corner of the bed. Curiosity and a wish to get a closer look at the two of them, Maggie tried to make herself float downward. It didn't work. She watched as one of the men used a pair of tweezers to remove her stitches. She felt the tiny threads tickling her skin, not understanding how it was possible to feel and see what was happening to her at the same time. Neither could she understand why she wasn't moving inside the crib. Just as the voice had told her to open her eyes. She now tried to encourage herself to move her head. What stopped her from voicing her demand was seeing one of the men obviously saying something to the other. How was it possible for her to see while blind and feel while hovering from above herself? She wanted to hear. "You should wait in the delivery room." Maggie gasped. The scene was surreal and magical. She felt blissful and content. "Take good care of her Doc." Maggie heard Michael's voice. She watched in shocked surprise as he walked away. Where was he was going? Why was he leaving her? She tried to follow him, but wasn't able to move. She had to get his attention before it was too late. Maggie shouted, "Wake up Maggie! Wake up! Now!" The most that she could do was moan. By then it was too late. Michael had left. She could do nothing more but watch the stranger began to remove the blindfold and then the tubing that had fed her. Seeing herself with her eyes shut Maggie moaned again. "Just a little longer, imp and you'll be in your Daddy's arms." She heard him say. Maggie felt his long fingers holding her head while taking off the gag. She could feel his gentle touch as he massaged her cheeks and around her jaw. Why did he call her an imp? What was it about him that made her feel like she knew him? Maggie implored the prone figure in the crib. "Please, open your eyes. I can't see him from up here." She wasn't frightened. What she felt and saw couldn't be real, she thought. It seemed to her that she was possibly dreaming, until Maggie watched her eyes open and stare directly into the man's face. The first thing she saw was the deep ocean blue color of his eyes looking into hers. He appeared happy to see her. "Hi, imp." He smiled and taking his fingers he gently closed her eyelids. Maggie cried out, "No!" from up above. "Be a good girl for Parker, and keep your eyes closed. I want the first person you see to be your Daddy. He's waiting for his baby girl's arrival." He kept his fingers over her eyes. "You're safe with me Maggie. Relax. I'm going to get you ready for your big moment." While removing her earplugs. "It's going to be as beautiful as you are." He whispered. For the first time she truly heard a voice other than her own and sounds from inside the room. The ticking of his watch. The hum of the air conditioner and the sounds of footsteps walking across the hardwood floor. Maggie didn't have to wonder whose they were or where they were coming from. Daddy was outside her bedroom. She smiled- heard Doc Parker's light chuckle. "That's right imp. Daddy is outside pacing the floor. And if I don't have you ready soon he'll spoil everything." She liked his voice. It wasn't as deep as her Daddy's. Parker gently laid her head back on the mattress. He reached inside his black bag. Pulling out a long plastic tube and a package of something Maggie couldn't see. "Okay now I want you to relax for Doc. This is going to be a little uncomfortable." She watched silently from above as he opened Maggie's mouth. She could feel him pressing down on her tongue. He slowly inserted the tube down her throat. She made a gagging sound. "Relax your throat for me and breath normally. I'm almost through." Maggie noticed the tone of his voice turned serious. She could feel the tube go deep down her throat and heard the sound of her breaths coming out of the plastic." "Perfect. Just keep breathing." He said inserting something into Maggie's nostrils. He cut off her air but she was able to still breath through the tube. She watched in amazement as he removed the wet covering, and the restraints. She saw her naked body as he carefully stretched out her limbs. He quickly stripped the bedding tossing everything in the corner of the room's floor. But not before she had seen the mess she'd made of herself. She groaned in embarrassment. Parker chuckled. "Don't worry imp. I've seen worse than this in hospital beds. I've told you about some of the patients I treated during my residency." He shook his head. "Much worse and they didn't have half as pretty a body as yours." Parker continued to talk while he worked cleaning Maggie's body. Telling her of several of the patients he had given sponge baths. She giggled. She liked the way he talked to her as if he knew her and she found herself liking him. "Oh you think that's funny." He said this while rubbing her with a thick layer of cold clear lubricate. "Well maybe when you grow up Daddy will let you come and be a candy striper at the hospital. Then you and I can swap stories." She shivered from more than the cold grease he was applying on her legs; the feel of his warm strong fingers and hands was arousing. He worked up the length of them handling her like she was just another patient. He continued to tell her more stories while smearing it over the cheeks of her buttocks and hips. Maggie felt her legs slide over the plastic covering on the mattress. With ease and efficiency he slipped her lower body into a latex casing. Within minutes he had her back in a fetal position and cocooned in the flesh colored covering. Right before putting it over her face he kissed her on the corner of her mouth. "Don't be afraid imp. Your Daddy and I will be with you the whole time. You'll know what to do when you're ready." He whispered this in her ear and covered her face. Maggie opened her eyes. She was no longer looking down at herself and the doctor, but seeing Parker's distorted facial features through the latex cover. A minute later Michael stood beside the crib. He said nothing as he picked her up in his strong arms and carried her out of the bedroom. She heard the pounding of his heartbeats and harsh breaths. His broad chest moved fast against the side of her face. She could feel the muscles in his arms quivering. Her vision may be distorted but she sensed his nervous excitement. "Whoa Mike. Hand her to me first." Maggie felt herself being carefully handled. She no longer felt the strange unearthly sensations of before. She felt safe cradled in the other man's arms. Unable to do any thing more than listen to the sounds Maggie closed her eyes. Where they were in the house was a small warm room and she could hear not only her own breathing coming from the tube down her throat, but the men's. Her Daddy's was faster than Doc's. She felt herself being gently swayed back and forth. "Are you ready?" Doc asked Mike as he lowered Maggie's body. She opened her eyes seeing both men's faces close together. Her Daddy's dark hair and tanned face beside Doc's blonde hair and lighter tanned face. Both of them looked serious as they gazed down at her carefully setting her down into the warm space. She felt the heat touching her round butt cheeks going up around her hips and her lower back. Doc was the first to let her go. Maggie whimpered at the loss her body was going deeper into the heat. Then she felt the water. She opened her eyes staring at the water quickly filling and expanding the pouch. At Doc's nod. Michael released her. Maggie sank deeper into the pool of water. Her eyes widened as the air inside the pouch bubbled out to make room for the water. She was more fascinated than frightened watching the water rise inside surrounding and wetting her. As it made its way up around her neck and chin she began to worry. She breathed through the air tube but as the water touched her mouth she clamped her teeth tighter around the plastic. The water was slick making it easier to move inside the small latex bubble. Maggie did this slowly as if testing out her new wet environment. Relaxing, rolling onto her side, and emptying her mind of any thoughts. She listened to the distorted sounds around her. For Her Own Good Ch. 09 She was being watched over by the two men. One a doctor, which if she didn't know before, Maggie understood now that his role was to assist her Daddy. It was an incredible feeling being immersed in her warm womb. She slowly stretched out her legs feeling the slick water between her thighs. Her feet pressed against the rubber material. She wiggled her toes, flexed her fingers exploring what it felt like to her. Her hands like her feet pressed against her water filled bubble. Feeling the urge to stretch out Maggie uncurled her body, feeling the latex stretch along with her and caress her skin. Her movements fluid like the water she continued to enjoy her surroundings. It defied her imagination or fantasy she thought. A fantasy made real. Isn't that what her Daddy told her? Many hours ago when he locked her into a fetal position making her a caterpillar, no, a baby gestating out and now inside a womb. A delicious wonderful thought entered her mind. Maggie rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes. She stared at the watery image of the man above her. Her hands slid down the top of her chest over her small breast. "I think she's ready for delivery." Maggie saw Doc standing beside the large pool of water she lay in. His voice sounded far away. Her hands continued down her ribs moving slowly in slick water past her flat stomach and her belly button. She spread open her legs letting her hand makes its way to the smooth round mound of her vagina. She tried to keep her breathing steady as her excitement grew. "Have you picked out a name for her?" Her eyes watched as Doc held onto the tube keeping it clear of the water. Her fingertips slipped in between her vaginal lips. She gasped as the current of pleasure surged deep inside her body's womb as she caressed the small protruding nub of her clitoris. Michael's deep whiskey tone deeper he replies. "Her name is Margaret Evelyn Stanton. Although I think I'll call her Maggie. What do you think Doc?" "I think that's a beautiful name for your baby girl." At the distant sound of her name her body exploded in orgasm. Maggie's mind swirled with memories. The first one when she was a little girl of five walking alone to her first day of school. An older boy grabbed her hand because she'd lost her way, taking it in his. He walked to her kindergarten class telling her he'd be right there when she finished school that day. More images like pictures in an album of her growing up with the same boy giving her an ice cream cone, reading her fairy tale books in the woods. Playing games of hide and seek. Watching them grow up. Him letting her tag-along when he played games with his friends. The days he teased her when she was angry with him until he had her laughing at herself. Other times he helped her with school and homework. Talking to her about nature he listened as she told her story about the ugly caterpillar who turned into a beautiful butterfly. And how it would one-day fly far away from home and land on the one it loved. Maggie was all grown up and she knew what she wanted and who she wanted. She remembered the moment he kissed her hello when she came to his home. A special kiss Michael gave only to Maggie: branding her forehead and claiming her as his. Since she wasn't tall enough to kiss his forehead she kissed his heart. Standing alongside Michael was his best friend Doc Parker. He was looking down at her. "Okay, imp. Take a deep breath. The rest is up to you." He smiled, "We're right here if you get into any trouble." Maggie's eyes widened as she felt the tube sliding out from her throat. She took as many deep breaths as she could before the tube was gone and was left to hold her breath. She began to struggle inside the makeshift womb, fighting to find the way out. She pushed and pulled on the latex trying to get her hands close to her head and through the opening. She worked to find the other one, which had allowed the water to filter in, with her knees. It would have been easy for her to sit up and let the water drain from the top. That would have ruined the moment, her fantasy, which had been especially created for her by two special men. The one who owned her body and held her heart. The other man who was her friend. Suddenly Maggie felt the latex give around her head. She wiggled her fingers through the opening her lungs were beginning to hurt from all her exertions. She growled in frustration straining to break free. She clawed at the material until she felt it tear underneath her fingernails. Within a moment she broke through and pushed out of the womb. She drew in a deep breath of warm humid air. ~~~ Doc was sitting on the front porch smoking a cigar. He looked up from his seated position and silently handed a cigar to Michael who had stepped out of house and sat down in the lawn chair next to him. Neither man spoke as they took long satisfied puffs from their celebratory smokes with its pink label of, "It's a girl," marking the occasion. Michael was freshly showered and shaved looking every bit the part of a man whose confidence had been restored. An odd feeling considering that past day had been fraught with anxiety and excitement over his plans for Maggie; and if they would work. He was dressed in a pair of black slacks with his customary dark blue button down dress shirt. He sat back further into his seat stretching out his long legs and crossing them at the ankles. He stared for a moment at the high gloss shine of his dress shoes, and then gazed out into the pink and purple clouded horizon marking the early morning sky while smoking his cigar. From Doc's reclined position he pulled out his cigar from clenched teeth and twirled it between his thumb and finger. He was the first to break the silence looking out into the same sky. "When you told me your plans for Maggie I was skeptical." He turned his head to look over at Michael. "I don't know of any man who would go to the extent you have Mike." He took another puff off his cigar. "Training a submissive is one thing, but raising one." He paused for a moment to think about it. "I know you believe in what you're doing for her, but you'll need to tread carefully with Maggie." Doc gave Mike a meaningful look, "If you want my advice Daddy, start baby girl's sexual education immediately. In the frame of mind she's in right now." He smiled, "If you aren't careful, she'll begin to believe she has her, "Daddy," wrapped around her little finger." He chuckled. "Is that your professional opinion?" Michael knew of Doc's feelings for Maggie. Of the two men Maggie would have Doc wrapped around her finger. Doc wasn't a firm believer in corporal punishment for his submissive. His method was subtle in that he enjoyed using his professional knowledge and mixing it with his kink. But where Maggie was concerned discipline was a necessity. She needed spankings daily. Those that left their marks as proof that they were given for her own good. Which was what he'd done after bathing her and before putting Maggie to bed. Leaving her naked bottom, cherry red and sticking up in the air with her legs spread open. He had meant what he told her before giving her the spanking. He had every intention of showing her the alternate lifestyle she was meant for, but first she would have to learn the difference between spankings that were for discipline versus ones for pleasure. The large wet spot on the sheet between her thighs and the smell of her juice on his fingers showed her the difference. Michael left her to cry herself to sleep in her crib with her wrists and ankles back in restraints. It may have gotten past Doc's notice what she had done while in her "womb", but not past his. Maggie's body was his to play with, not hers. He'd left her in a state of need that clearly demonstrated her purpose. Maggie was his submissive and she would learn one way or another what that meant to her. Michael took a large puff from his cigar. He slowly sat up straight in his chair. "She's going to need a full examination before you fill out the birth certificate." He looked directly at Doc, whose face broke out into a broad grin. He continued as if what he was suggesting was nothing more than a parent's duty to see that his baby girl was healthy. "The changing table in her room is fully equipped. Everything you need is there for you to perform it properly." He could almost see Maggie's examination, hear the cool detached professionalism of Doc's voice as he went about touching and probing her body. He trusted Doc to continue in his capacity as a professional. He reached into his shirt's breast pocket and handed him the paperwork. He had been Michael's first choice not because they were best friends or because of Doc's feeling for Maggie. He needed Doc's assistance to pull off Maggie's rebirth and ensure her safety. He was taking this one step further because there was one last piece of information he wanted. Maggie had created the fantasy life they were living out and until she grew up he intended to fulfill his role. Today it was a birth certificate. One day it would be a marriage certificate. "Just one other thing Doc. Play with her, but don't pleasure her. She is a newborn after all." He winked. Up until now Michael had held himself in control. He had set his needs aside. Now that Maggie understood what was expected of her Mike felt no need to hide his dark desires. He could feel the surge of hot blood coursing through him. He had given her a taste of his need. She had responded meeting each hard smack of his hand while begging him to give her more. The sting in his hand was replaced by an itch to hold the grip of soft leather. The urge to flick his wrist and hear the snap of his whip. Mike smiled and shook himself out of his reverie. "She needs to understand that I alone control her pleasure." Doc stubbed out his cigar. In his hand was a consent form signed by Maggie with Michael's signature underneath. He chuckled at her signature. It was in blocked out uneven lettering. "Maybe you have the right idea, Mike. Raising a submissive might be a lot easy than training one." Mike opened the front door. "It wasn't my idea." He smiled at Doc's shocked expression. ~~~ Doc stepped inside Maggie's bedroom. Not wanting to disturb her while she slept he chose the time to look at the room Mike had redone in a day's time. He stood in the quiet dark space. The only sounds he heard were the quiet hum of air and the sleeping woman's deep breath. He reached for the light switch finding a dial knob. He turned it. On closer inspection he read the lettering on the switch plate, it read, Sunrise. He shook his head smiling. Right next the light's switch was an intercom system. He nodded his head while looking at the room. "Soundproof and climate controlled. Nice touch Mike." He whispered into the speaker. Then turned on the intercom sound system. Maggie's eyes drifted opened at the sound of Doc's voice. She hadn't heard his words. She lifted her head a faction of an inch to see above her arm. He was alone. She watched in silence as he looked at her room. She could see the approval on his face and the slight dismay. She could understand the reason behind his expression. Doc knew one side of her Daddy. It was true they were all friends, but Doc viewed Michael with awe as some sort of Master of the gods in the world of Dominants. Maggie had yet to meet the person his friends called, Mike. Oh she saw glimpses of his persona but she would always see him as Michael. And now he was her Daddy. She wanted to giggle in delight but settled for a small grin. She quickly lowered her head watching Doc move to the changing table. When she heard him stop walking she peeked over her arm watching as he checked out her changing table. Where was her Daddy? Why wasn't he in the room? Maggie thought. Images of what Doc was planning to do to her came to mind. She had known this was going to happen, and expected it last night. She had looked forward to the experience. Last night Michael had confessed his admiration for her insight and innovation in constructing her desires as a blueprint for him to follow in training her. She had found herself blushing over his compliment. Her tears weren't far behind when he had expressed how much he loved her and wished she had come to him with her secret diary. While he held her close to him on his lap he told her there was nothing he wanted more than to give her what she desired most; his unconditional love. Maggie couldn't have been happier than she had been in that moment with Michael. Then without a word of warning he ceremoniously turned her over his knee and spanked her. She had been taken further by surprise when afterwards he expressed his belief that there was more to her than she gave herself credit for and that he had every intention of raising her to become a proper submissive. His words had the effect of sparking her anger and hatred having heard them in quite a different connotation coming from her aunt. Before she could strike him with her hand he grabbed her wrist saying softly. "Tell me now that you don't want what I'm offering you baby girl and you're free to leave. But if you stay know one thing Daddy makes the rules and baby girl will follow them." Maggie didn't have to think about it. She willingly let him place her in the crib and allowed him to restrain her. He then gave her a sample of her role, reddening her backside further telling her what a naughty baby she had been while fingering her pussy until she was begging for him to allow her to climax. When he placed the pacifier in her mouth and then left her to fall asleep on her own. She had no voice and he would raise her as he saw fit. She understood his message. Aroused by his spanking and her fantasies she hadn't slept well. The white table set a foot away from the interior wall of the room. Doc ran his hand over the soft mattress. The subtle contours would provide the person lying on it to feel comfortable. Upon further investigation he found a set of controls and pushed the one labeled stirrups. The small whirl of an interior motor running and within a moment the stirrups were in position at the end of the table. "Amazing." he spoke softly while searching through the drawers beneath the mattress. He whistled softly at the supplies tucked neatly inside each drawer. One held a supply of adult diapers with disposable wipes. The second and third drawers held items that he would use to give Maggie an exam with a sexual flavor. Having already washed his hands Doc put on a pair of latex gloves and reached for the enema bag finding underneath it the measured water supply to fill it. In minutes he was ready for his patient. She tried to keep her breathing under control and pretend to be asleep when she heard him walk towards her crib. She heard him stand next to her. At one time she had a major crush on him. Maggie thought of the kiss he'd given her before and thought maybe his feelings went deeper than friendship. She worried that maybe she should have mentioned her feelings to Daddy or at least brought up Doc's kiss. But in her role as baby girl she wasn't allowed to speak until she was given permission by Daddy. Maggie felt Doc carefully remove her wrists restraints. She trembled at his gentle touch. She continued to feign sleep. Hoping that Daddy would walk in at any moment. When she felt his fingers on her ankle she tried to lay still but his touch caused a quiet moan to escape. She licked her dry lips with her tongue quickly opened her eyes and spotted the pacifier. Once he'd freed her and afraid that she would say something she popped it into her mouth and quickly moved to the farthest corner away from him. Please Daddy hurry, she thought staring uncertain at Doc's small grin. He slowly walked to the end of the crib. Maggie had a vague idea of what Doc had in mind for her. But without Daddy in the room she was uncertain of what to do. "Your Daddy sent me to give you a physical, imp." He spoke softly not moving from where he stood. She looked out of the corner of her eye at the door scooting herself closer into the corner and then looked at him again. She lowered her head taking the edge of her nightgown between her finger and thumb rubbing it. Maggie saw him move. She stared between him and the door shaking her head and grunting. Her heart was beating fast. "Daddy's not going to come in until after I'm through." He took another step around the crib. Maggie moved quickly to another corner. This time she could see the door and him at the same time. "All babies are nervous when they have their first doctor's visit." He reached out his hand. "It not unusual that they'd want their Mommy or Daddy with them." He paused with his palm out to her. "But there are some Mommies and Daddies who trust Doc will take good care of their babies." When he drew closer she stayed put in the corner staring at the door. She trembled when she felt his hand caress her hair. When she felt his erection against her arm she breathed shakily and whimpered. Doc's hands went through the crib's bars and rubbed her arms. Maggie let her shoulders sag. "Good girl. That's it. Relax for me, imp." He kept one hand on her arm while he walked around the crib; with his foot he released the rail lever to lower it. He put his hand in hers. Her fingers stopped fidgeting with the silky material of her nightie. She looked up at him. He was watching her suck actively on the pacifier. Maggie's discomfort with him standing close to her grew. She lowered her gaze to discover he wasn't hiding his erection from her. She closed her eyes. This was not what she had in mind. The setting was far too intimate. It wasn't supposed to happen in her bedroom. She could stop this she thought by saying her safe word. The reason she hadn't spoken thus far was she hoped against hope that her Daddy hadn't wanted her to go through this alone and in here. Maggie was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hide her true feeling for Doc. She worried that he wouldn't understand. She didn't want to get between the men's friendship. The thought of hurting Michael's feeling made her stomach tie up in knots. Feeling shy for the first time she inched her shoulder away from Doc. At the sound of her intense sucking noise Maggie stopped and clenched the pacifier between her teeth. He chuckled. Her eyes flew open to stare at his face. His hand reached up hooking his finger around the plastic handle of her pacifier. He looked at it and then her eyes. "I'll let you keep it for a little while, if you promise to behave for me." Doc whispered. Maggie couldn't understand her feeling. She'd not been like this with Doc before. Then thinking about last night when she didn't know him but willingly let him touch her, and clean her up. Slowly she reached up and touched her neck. She didn't know why but she remembered feeling something sting her. Doc removed his finger and turned her head. Maggie dropped her hand. She didn't pull away, but didn't know how to let him know what she wanted without talking. With a trembling hand she reached for his hand and placed it on her neck. She felt her erratic pulse underneath their fingers and her breathing was ragged. When Doc still didn't understand what she was trying to let him know; she exposed her neck more and tapped their fingers against the side of it. Then a thought and Maggie made a buzzing sound, jabbed her finger at her neck and then closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again she stared at him and then pointed at the door. "It wasn't meant to hurt you, imp. I gave you a shot to help you relax last night." Hearing his answer Maggie exhaled in relief. Then she quickly jabbed at her neck again and shook her head. This time she did scramble across the crib away from him. For Her Own Good Ch. 10 I wish to thank all the readers for their votes and comments on Chapters 1 through 9. I'm certain that authors around this site and in many publications have expressed thanks to fans of stories read countless times. I won't be an except. But I would like to add my voice to the many and say that it's true. It is because of readers here that I continue to work towards completion of this story. I am humbled when I read your words of encouragement and support. txblush :"> A special thank you to MaaddMaaxx for your editorial assistance. This is an original work by txblush and is protected under © copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only being submitted at Literotica.Com and the Author has not authorized any submission to any other site. ~~~~ Chapter 10 Parker's unexpected attack caught Mike off guard. Over the past few days he'd dealt with Hamilton's smug face, been reminded of Vivian's cackling and then witnessed Maggie's palpable fears. The combination of today's emotional ups and downs added to his strain. A trip to his office, only to discover the client had cancelled their appointment but signed the contract for work to begin added to his anxiety. The waiting, the wondering, over his actions and if they would produce the desired effects or hurt Maggie further, had all combined and added to his stress. Her panic had momentarily reined in his need to lash out. He had barely maintained a scene that had gone wrong. His responsibility. His fault that she had suffered because of a lapse in judgment. Mike's adrenaline and a mind fogged with a crimson haze of rage combined. He swiftly grabbed Parker by the collar slamming him into the wall. The two Doms locked together in a struggle that Mike would not lose. He gripped Parker's throat lifting him off the floor. His hands squeezed. Parker grunted grabbing Mike's throat. The two men struggled for several tensed filled minutes. Neither one letting go of the other as they each fought to gain the upper hand. Parker whispered hoarsely, "It's not me you're pissed at...asshole. Hamilton." It was the most he could say before Mike released him. Parker slumped against the wall. Rubbing his throat he coughed stretching his neck. Mike's fist slammed against the wall punching a hole through it. He spun on his heels heading towards Maggie's room. Parker jumped in front of him. "Whoa. Stop right there." Blocking Mike from entering Maggie's bedroom door, "Think pal before you going storming in there. Talk it out with me. Right now. Because you're not stepping one foot inside that room until you do. Got it!" Several minutes later Mike walked from his kitchen into his living room with two tall cold brews. He handed one of the icy bottles to Parker. Parker took a seat on the sofa. Mike set his beer on the fireplace mantel. Leaning with outstretched arms facing the large pit he stared into its charred blackness. Long minutes passed, he squeezed his toes inside his shoes. Not trusting what should have been obvious he stood there for a moment longer. He pushed away from the mantle needing to talk. He glanced over his shoulder at Parker. "The day Hamilton showed up here he mentioned that Maggie went to the Play Ground." He picked up his beer turning to face Parker. "I hadn't given it another thought with Maggie hurt. And not knowing how serious her injuries were...." He took a drink of the cool beer. "Yesterday she confessed going to the club knowing what would happen if I found her inside." He paced a few steps away then turned again to face Parker. "Hamilton stated he also planned to be there that night. I have a fairly good idea a scene was what he had in mind, with Maggie as the main attraction. All he'd have to do is walk in while I was delivering a spanking to his fiancé." Parker choked on his beer. "His what!" "You heard me." Mike stared at his drink. He took a large swallow. "It didn't happen. And it wouldn't have. Also Maggie wasn't raped. She's been brainwashed. IF Hamilton had molested her, then what you did was the closest thing to having her experience the physical pain." Mike stared directly at his best friend. "Every man's fantasy is to be, 'the first.'" Doc nodded his head, "Making him feel like the, 'luckiest," man on the planet." "Are you going to deny you weren't thinking about taking her?" Mike waved him off. "I'm not questioning your loyalty Parker but don't deny the thought wasn't there. In our world a virgin is rare. No matter how carefully you phrase the sexual questions of experience. Unless you ask her point blank, she's not going to admit her status. I never asked the question because it was Maggie. A lie by omission if discovered isn't disciplined. And she feels relieved." He said unsmiling. "I wouldn't have played the scene any differently. I couldn't. Maggie's a submissive who doesn't understand her power. She's never used her safe word until now. I had to practically force her to say it." Parker said nothing. Mike ran his fingers through his hair. The beer had done little to deaden the pain he felt. His jaw hurt, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his chest. He forced himself not to check on her. She was safe and asleep in his bed. Parker had misunderstood his reaction. He had no intention of hurting Maggie. All he wished to do was check on her. "I won't lie and say that I hadn't been tempted when we were growing up. I didn't because Maggie would have paid the price. Vivian preyed on Maggie's inability to fight back, to escape. I did what I could while I was there. Played along with Vivian. Acting as though I didn't know what she was doing to her niece. Her aunt's control extended past anything you or I could imagine in the realm of dominance." "You're talking abuse. Not the same. Any Dom who doesn't understand that the sub is the outlet and has the control isn't worth the title." Mike gave him a puzzled look having not heard it phrased in that manner before. "Are you telling me that you don't know what I mean?" Doc chuckled, "You're the plug, and without her...there's no electrical charge. Finally! Something you don't know and I do." He stood up grinning. "Sorry about punching you. You know how I feel about her. You're right it did cross my mind. But she would have hated us both." "She had to believe that I would allow you to take what was hers to give. That her aunt and I weren't cut from the same cloth. If I know Maggie, when you announced that she was still intact..." His voice trailed off. Something clicked inside his head, the voice lessons. "You had me convinced. What you did was risky? You know that. It still is. What makes you think that she won't see you that way?" Mike rubbed his jaw. "Yes, it was." He answered absently. "Because I told her something that her aunt never did. I told her I loved her. From the day I felt that for her I've let her know it. I stopped when we began the sex games. During her training." What he didn't tell Parker was that his actions, and his failure to see through her actions changed the course of their relationship. Hamilton's mind game and the violent nature of his attack had deeper consequences. Before he went to check on Maggie he wanted to reread her Secrets' diary. He suspected it contained something he'd missed before. Without looking at Parker he said, "See yourself out." He headed to his office then stopped. "One more thing. Maggie isn't ready to be put through another exam. Learn all you can beforehand on her condition. I'll gather her medical history and send it to your office." "Will do. Take care of her Mike." After retrieving the diary Michael sat in his office. The small volume fit in the palm of his hand. Atypical of her to chose a journal of this size. "Okay baby girl what's inside here that you wanted Daddy to find?" He began reading from the first page. In her own words she had spoken of desires that she couldn't speak aloud because as she put it. "Babies don't have a voice and must do as they are told. They should never be so bold. And definitely not a brat!" When finished, giving himself a few minutes, he sat back in his chair closing his eyes. Michael left his office. When he opened the bedroom door she rushed into his arms and buried her face into his midsection. "Did you have another nightmare?" He tried to lift her. She hugged him tighter shaking her head. Michael smoothed her hair. He didn't move or ask her another question. He let her listen to his body. Allowed her to feel him relax until she is ready to let go of the tight grip she had on him. When Maggie gazed up at him he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He carried her to his bed. She yawned rubbing her eyes. Michael stretched out on the bed bringing her tired body on top of his broad chest. She curled her legs up embracing his sides. She squirmed making herself comfortable humming her content. Maggie wiggled in his lap. "Shouldn't I be naked?" She asked attempting to sit up. "Hold still." He put his arm across her back keeping her in place. "And no, you're fine just the way you are." "But I thought we were going to continue where we left off." "And where was that?" "You know." She turned her head to look up at him. "Michael. I'm fine. You don't have to baby me." "Is that what you think I'm doing? "Yes. And it's not necessary." Her hand caressed the hair on his chest. Yawning again she says sleepily, "I'm sorry." On the verge of asking her to explain he felt her fingers stop fanning the hairs on his chest. Her body lay limp against his. No longer surprised by how quickly she fell asleep he lay listening to her deep rhythmic breathing. The thin material of her nightdress didn't hamper him from feeling her warmth. He wrapped his arm around her small body pulling her up until her head rested on his shoulder. He was in no hurry to rush Maggie's training. She had a lot to learn before becoming his submissive. Later that night he placed her inside the crib. Her eyes popped open shortly after he placed the blanket over her. She lifted her head staring wide eyed through the crib's bars until she spotted him in the bed beside her. She sighed snuggling deeper into the soft mattress clutching the blanket close to her chest. Michael reached between the bars taking her pacifier he placed the tip against her lips. Maggie drew it into her mouth. Her eyes drifted closed. "Good girl," was all he said and she fell back to sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief. His mind thinking about Vivian's insistence on him handling a new client. She had never involved herself in his business aside from providing him the start up monies. Money that he could afford to repay and should have done so before now. Maggie had been her primary concern. Whatever Vivian's reason for not consenting to their relationship he had no intension of letting Maggie go. She was his now. He propped himself up on his elbow reached over taking the pacifier that had slid out of her pouting mouth. The pale soft glow of the night-light illuminated her moist rosy lips. She laid on her stomach with her arms tucked under her. He watched her thick dark lashes fluttering across the top of her cheek. Running his fingertip along her high cheekbone he watched her fist relax. Loosening the tight hold she had on the blanket at her chest. She whimpered. He saw the tears in her eyes. Michael slid out of bed. He quietly lowered the crib's railing. Careful not to disturb her slumber he placed his hand on her back making small circles. He had hoped that with her memories return whatever troubled her while she slept would end. "Hush baby girl. You're safe. Daddy's not going anywhere." ~~~~ Maggie opened her heavy sleep covered eyelids feeling disoriented. Each move she made was slow as she stretched and became aware of her surroundings. Her stiff body felt drugged by sleep. The soft glow of lights an indication that it was sunrise. The smell of coffee wafted through the air. She hummed content in the familiar surroundings, not recalling when she had last had a cup of coffee. Lifting the blanket she grabbed one of the crib's bars to pull herself up. The soft mattress required the use of the bars for support as she rose to a standing position. The railing of the adult sized crib reached the top of her chest. Even if she stood on tiptoes she would have had difficulty climbing out. Luckily for her, she could reach the lever that would lower it. For now she was happy to gaze at the room's transformation. A combination of his and her fantasies, the elaborate changing table could only have come from him, brought together in this room. The straps and stirrups tucked away all that's left is a clean folded white sheet at its end. No longer in fear of him finding out her deception. She was ready to resume their relationship. She plopped herself down on the mattress giggling and reached in between the bars of the crib. Maggie released the lever that lowered the railing. Carefully she climbed over the wooden bar stepping onto Michael's bed. Happy for the first time, feeling carefree and wanting to play she tentatively jumped up and down on the made bed rumpling up the smooth comforter. She hadn't realized how springy the box springs were before. Michael's solid body with its hard muscular contours that her body molded to when she sat or lay against him felt solid, safe. She giggled again at her discovery that he slept on a spongy mattress. The bed much larger than average in order to accommodate his height. She continued to jump going higher and higher not the least bit worried that she'd hit the hard surface of the room's high ceiling. The short nightgown, he had put on her the night before, ballooned out as she fell, feet first, down onto the bed. Then getting braver she put her arm up to see if she could touch the flat surfaced ceiling. Each time she pushed up and off the mattress she flew up a little higher. Out of nowhere Michael snatched her from mid air grabbing her around the waist. Maggie yelped, but before she could react he placed her back inside her crib. "Good morning baby girl. I won't say I'm surprised to find you out of your bed. But you could have gotten hurt jumping on my bed." Stunned Maggie sat blinking up at him. Michael smiled down at her. "A good night's sleep is not an excuse to forget our arrangement." Maggie went to speak. He placed his finger on her lips. "Hush. You're going to have to trust me. Make no mistake. I'm prepared to do what's necessary to raise you properly." She trembled. "I take that to mean you understand that after breakfast I'll have to discipline you." She opened her mouth. He closed it with the tip of his finger under her chin. "I'm sorry but you should have thought of that beforehand." He glanced over his shoulder stepping away. She popped up on her knees. "Stay right there, young lady." He pointed at her. Taken back by his words, Maggie pulled herself up to her feet wondering what he was talking about. He adjusted the lighting, brightening the room. She watched the graceful way he carried himself: unhurried, confident, and at ease. He didn't look any different dressed in his black slacks and a dark blue polo shirt. She gazed at the blush pink dress, with its empire waist and satin ribbon, which he pulled out of the closet. She remembered seeing it the other day. She thought it was pretty with its square neckline and small white stitched butterflies on the slender satin edging. He returned to her side laying the dress across the railing. He said nothing. Maggie searched his face. How many times had she gazed up at him? Seen the small flames of lust in his eyes, now missing, they shined brighter today for some reason. She lowered her lashes. Her fingertips brushed the emblem on the pocket of his shirt. He wore it when he went to work. Maggie's hand rested on his chest feeling the strong steady beat of his heart. She leaned over kissing where her hand had been. Michael tapped her nose with his fingertip the grin not leaving his face. He bent down kissing her forehead. "Welcome home butterfly." Her eyes flew open in surprise. He picked her up. Her fingers hooked the hanger making the dress float in the air as her body wrapped around his. She rested her head on his shoulder. She inhaled his cologne a crisp breeze mixed with his natural scent. "I think some time in the corner while Daddy's working in his office will be a sufficient discipline." At her gasp he chuckled. "Don't look so shocked young lady. It's just when I'm working that you're allowed in my office. But remember I wouldn't tolerate any distractions from you." He carried her to the changing table setting her down. "Daddy?" Her eyes open wider putting her hand over her mouth. "Yes, baby girl." She watched him take out of his breast pocket the braided piece of leather. The smile still on his face he said. "I thought this would gain your attention. Now if you promise to behave yourself, Daddy promises only to work until lunchtime." He tied it around her wrist. "Understand?" She quickly nodded her head. Her stomach grumbled. She pressed her hand on her empty midsection surprised by the sound. He tipped her chin up. "Tell me." Maggie swallowed. "Yes Daddy. I understand." ~~~~ Maggie found out how difficult it was to keep her promise to behave. The first time Michael had placed her in the corner she had been there for so long that when she turned around to ask him how much longer. He cocked his brow and twirled his finger at her, then went right back to work. She stomped her bare foot. "That will get you another five minutes young lady." Michael said as he worked. "What!" She marched over to him. She pointed to the monitor. He clicked on his screen saver. "I've already seen how long you've made me stand in the corner. An hour! Why?" He said nothing as he picked her up and placed her back in the corner, then left the room. She went after him. "Where are you going?" "I suggest you march yourself right back in there young lady." "Don't call me that!" She yelled stomping her foot. She didn't understand why but she whipped around clomping back to the corner. Maggie stared down in the soiled nightgown. A breakfast without coffee. And he'd fed her oatmeal in a high chair! She hated oatmeal. She had refused to eat it until he told her that if she didn't she would go without breakfast. Worse she didn't understand what had changed from yesterday to today. It wasn't long before he came back into his office. She lifted her head up clasping her hands behind her erect back. Just as he positioned her the first time. She felt him standing directly behind her. She stared straight ahead still angry. "Breathe....Relax." Maggie stared at the black blindfold before he placed it over her eyes. She whipped her head away. Backing into him, she felt his erection against her back. She stiffened. She felt trapped between him and the corner. She wanted to fight, to lash out, and strike him. To yell and kick him. She did none of those things as her heartbeat tripled and her adrenaline spiked. She was breathing harshly. "Shh, breathe slowly." He cupped her chin tilting her head. He brushed her hair behind her ear. She shivered at his feathery touch. "This will help you." He placed a plug into her ear. She whimpered. Her hands grasped his wrists bending as if to go down on her knees. "No baby girl." He halted her. "Stand up and put your hands on the wall." Before placing the plug in her other ear he told her, "Keep breathing." Whether it was what he'd done or what he'd said Maggie found herself calming. She stood there listening to the only sound available to her. She began to count her slow breaths. Soon she rested her chin on her chest. After a while her arms felt heavy and she let go of the wall letting them fall to her sides. She was aware of the hem of her nightgown at her fingertips. She rubbed the soft silk fabric between her thumb and forefinger. For Her Own Good Ch. 11 He had patiently waited all morning for her to bring up what she'd been thinking about when he had placed her in the corner. Having made some progress getting her to open up he turned off the car's ignition and settled her more comfortably in his lap. "Care to get lost in the mall for a while?" Maggie sat back. Her ass hit the car's horn. It honked. She reared up, "You can't be serious!" "I promised you a gift this morning in honor of your birthday." He opened the car door and wrapped his arm around her small waist, preparing to step out. She pushed him against the seat. "You don't have to get me a present. Besides I still have the first stuffed animal you bought me for my sixth birthday. My real birthday. He's in my toy box." "Did you make a wish each night before you fell asleep?" "How did you know?" With her attention diverted he stepped out of the car, setting her on her feet. "Because you trusted me with your secrets Maggie." He reached for her hand. "Come on. I understand there's a store where we can find another one to add to your collection. You still have all of them, don't you?" Maggie jerked her hand out of his. "If you think I'm going into the mall dressed like this. You're crazy!" She fanned out her dress. "What's wrong with it?" She stamped her foot, pointing at him. "You know damn well what's wrong with it!" Michael actually laughed. Maggie scowled. He took a step closer to her. "Truth." He said looking down at her. The mood between them changed, with that single word, becoming serious. The sun was behind him Maggie used her hand like a visor shielding her eyes to look at him. "Or dare?" He cocked his brow. Maggie swallowed her eyes going to the entrance of the department store. She already knew what the dare was. That was not what had her concerned. She dropped her hand and stood up straighter, "Truth." She nodded. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Ask your question." She answered. Michael didn't hesitate. This morning's incident wasn't a random act but carefully planned. He needed to know what he was dealing with in order to protect her. "I received a phone call this morning while you were in the corner. It was from Quinn. He and Lina are glad to hear you're feeling better. She was sorry to miss your birth by the way." He caressed her cheek. The memories of the emotions he'd gone through while waiting for her to reemerge, still fresh. He dropped his hand. "When you disappeared I hired an investigator who works for Quinn's law firm. With all the excitement of finding you alive and safe. I'd failed to let him know that his services were no longer needed. It appears Mr. Hall came back with some interesting information about your trip to Pillar. Do you want to tell me about it?" Maggie stepped away from him. She stared at the concrete under her feet. She lifted her toes, standing on her heels. She took a couple of steps. She stretched her arm out using the side of his car to keep her balance. She walked a few more steps still on her heels staring at her shoes. She was a grown woman and playtime was over. "So you know that I didn't runaway because of my fantasy." She asked. "I know that it's not like you to runaway. Even when there were times you had every reason to, growing up with Vivian." She said nothing, continuing to stare at her shiny patent leather shoes. He took a couple of backward steps putting himself in front of her. He bent down to look at her eye to eye. "I hated leaving you behind Maggie. And if I could have taken you with me I would have. You know that, don't you?" "Yes." She said, then cleared her throat. "Look at me." He took her hand. "I also know that when you set your mind on finding solutions to problems that you have a tendency to be very secretive. The trouble with secrets though, is they come out sooner or later. For instance Mr. Hall's investigation revealed that you approached Hamilton. Not in the nightclub because you were afraid I'd discover what you were up to and that you went there unescorted." Maggie shook her head. "It's not what you think." She let out a small breath, "Please you have to believe me. I want to tell you but I can't." "It sounds to me more like you won't. Is it because you don't think I'll believe you? Maggie finally set her toes on the ground standing to her full height. "No. But you're right. I won't tell you the reason why I went to Charlie. And again it's not what you think. Trust me." "I don't know what to think. Not until I hear what you have to say." He stood up ran his fingers through his hair. "Then at least tell me why Hamilton and your aunt came after you earlier?" "What are you talking about? When?" "This morning. Had you been paying attention you would have seen them in the second vehicle in the lane beside us." He loomed over her. "I got a very good look at the men in the third vehicle. Those men were not from Pillar or anywhere within the state of Texas. They probably aren't even from this country, if I'm not mistaken. You want me to trust you, then tell me what's going on. Because I can't help you otherwise." Maggie's face was blank. "Did you inform the police officer?" "What do you think?" "Then you have nothing to worry about. Vivian's probably already on a plane home. Her medical treatments are in town. She's dying you know. And Charlie. Well, he won't make the mistake of knocking on your door a second time." She walked away heading towards the mall. He caught up with her in two strides turned her around by the shoulders to face him. She stared straight ahead. Her expression still blank. "One question that's the rule of the game. You asked several." She looked up at him. "I answered them truthfully. I can't help it if you didn't like my answers. Now if you don't mind I have to find a way to get back to my apartment." She turned to leave again. In the space of a heartbeat Michael realized what she had said. "Not so fast young lady." He bent down. She stopped turned to look over her shoulder at him. "I didn't say I wouldn't help you." Maggie gave him a small smile. "Your guest was a young lady, wasn't she? All prim and proper." She bent into a graceful curtsy. "The perfect submissive for you. Don't you think Michael?" She stood. "Nothing like me. Not with my mouth or my dirty little secrets. But we did have one thing in common...." Her voice trailed off. "No, you were right the first time. You can't help me because I won't let you." She took off running through the parking lot. She made it to the department store entrance. He stared after her stunned watching her disappear inside. Maggie had thrown him a curve bringing up her days spent as his guest. He had barely caught the wistful look in her eyes. He stood frozen. For the second time in his life she had taken him completely by surprise. He looked at the size of the mall. As quickly as she had entered it she could find an exit and be out of the place before he had a chance of finding her. It did not matter that she did not have any money or identification. Maggie was an intelligent person and very resourceful. She would have to be if what Mr. Hall had told him was true. But the game she was playing had consequences. Michael reached inside his pocket for his phone. His hand came out empty. ~~~~ Maggie was still trying to catch her breath as she slid down the concrete wall and sat down Indian style. Closing her eyes she rested her head against the cold cement. Her stomach churned. The bile that she'd been trying to keep at bay hit the back of her throat. She clenched her fist letting her fingernails dig deep into her palm. 'Focus on the pain' she thought repeating the phrase like it was a mantra. A minute later her fingers relaxed as her stomach settled down. She pulled his phone out of her bloomers. She fingered the keys turning it on. Holding up the phone she checked for a signal inside the concrete tunnel. "Son of bitch!" She checked the time, clicked it off, and stored it back in her bloomers. Standing up she pulled off her shoes. "Ah, much better." She wiggled her toes. "Not that I don't like the new shoes but you should have let me wear them a few times before taking me out in public." Next she pulled off the socks letting her feet cool on the cold floor. She paced the length of the tunnel checking where the exits were. Unfortunately there was the one she came from and one leading out of the mall. If an employee decided to use the tunnel to make a quick exit she'd have no way to duck into a store. She shivered quickly put her socks back on and sat to wait. It wasn't long before she stood up antsy and on edge. "Come on Daddy, baby girl needs you to come into the mall. You know you want to." Once again she pulled out his phone to check the time. She picked up her shoes and went to the door cracking it open a half inch. Less than a minute later she heard the announcement. "Margaret Stanton, please come to the east entrance of the mall. Your party is waiting for you." Maggie quickly slipped on her shoes then made a mad dash back to the parking lot. She was inside his car heading out of the lot in less than two minutes. Once on the highway she placed her call. "Hello my name's Patricia Gilbert. I work for the Texas Gazette. I'm working on a story and need to verify some information. I can be at your office in less than an hour." Maggie listened for a moment. "No. I'd rather not. It's very important that I see the documents in question. I need to make sure the signatures are authentic. That is if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Great! Thank you, ma'am. I really appreciate it." "Great now all you have to do is keep the cops from pulling you over before you can get your purse back." She made it to Michael's house in record time. She dashed out of the car and circled his house. She found the window she had asked him to open when he'd given her a bath. She was halfway through it when hands grabbed her upper arms. She looked up in surprise pulling back out the window. "Parker! What the hell are you doing here?" "Hello, imp." He grinned. "Saving your ass is what." While he had her arms she scrambled up the wall pushing with her feet. "Let me go!" She grunted. "Suit yourself," Putting his hands up in surrender. Maggie fell landing on her back the air knocked out of her. She blinked as tiny stars flashed in front of her. He poked his head out the window. "Cute bloomers by the way." Maggie growled pulling her dress down. "Fuck you Parker." She went to sit up. "Stay put." "What for? I'm fine, no thanks to you." "Don't make me come after you imp. You're in enough trouble. And you don't want to add to it. Courtesy of yours truly with Mike's permission, of course." "Shit!" Maggie lay back down putting her arm over her eyes. A minute later he was helping her to her feet. Once inside the house he tried to lead her to her bedroom. "Mike suggested you wait for him in your room." "No. Absolutely not." She turned around heading towards the kitchen. "Just as stubborn as ever." He chuckled. "Go home Parker." Maggie took a bottled water out of the refrigerator. She drank half of it then sat down on the bench seat. Grabbing a napkin, she set her bottle down. "How long before he gets here?" She asked, playing with the cap on the table. "Five minutes tops." She looks over her shoulder at him. "Did he say anything?" Parker sat down across from her. "Only that he's worried about you." He took her hand. "Listen whatever's going on---" "Stop." She pulled her hand out of his. "I'm not saying anything. Not to you and certainly not to Michael." She took another drink of water emptying the bottle. She went to put it in the trash. "Come with me." He instructed. "I'm not going to my bedroom." "I want to show you something." "What?" Parker led her out of the kitchen taking her several steps towards her room then turned her to face the wall. "Last night there was a hole in that wall twice the size as Mike's fist and that picture wasn't there." Maggie lifted the framed picture of bluebonnets off the wall taking a closer look at the white wall. She could see the patched area. Her hand brushed across the smooth surface. She looked over at Parker. "I didn't hear anything." "You were asleep. And even if you weren't Mike probably turned off the intercom on his way out the door. The room's insulation did the rest." "What happened?" "Nothing that I couldn't handle. But that's not my point. Maggie heard what sounded like someone slamming a car door. "Babysitting job's over Parker. Daddy's home." "Then we only have a minute." She walked back to the refrigerator and grabbed another bottle of water. He whipped her around to face him. "My point Maggie." Parker brought his face close to hers. "For as long as I've known him. I've never seen Mike lose control of a scene." He jerked her. "So if you have any sense in that smart little head of yours I'd think about what that means because I was with him when you went missing the first time." He released her and picked up the bottle of water that had slipped from her hand. "Wait for him in your bedroom." Parker handed it to her. She nodded, said nothing, and slipped past him. Once inside her bedroom she sat down a bit shaken by Parker's anger. At the feel of Michael's phone on her ass cheek. She popped back up, grabbed it, and dialed the number. She quickly searched the room for her purse and car keys when the phone rang. The same woman she'd spoken to answered. "Hello it's Miss Gilbert again. I must apologize but it appears I won't be able to make it to your office this afternoon as planned. I wonder if you could send the documents to me via email. You can? Wonderful." Maggie rattled off the business names and the email she needed the documents sent to. "And just to be sure you aren't doing anything illegal by providing this to me. These are public records correct?" She was clicking off the phone when she heard his light footsteps making their way through the house. She quickly slipped the phone under his mattress. She sat there thinking about what Parker had told her. Maggie couldn't imagine it. And she hadn't found her purse which meant Michael stashed it away for safekeeping in his office. Now wishing she had never gone in search of Charles Hamilton the Third. Her fingers went to her cheek. The memory of the happiness she'd felt that day. Certain that he would help her with her problem. Then the slap across her face that he swiftly delivered when she'd accidentally called him Charlie. He'd swiped the smile off her face all right. Her hand caressed her cheek as she closed her eyes. "You shouldn't have done that. It shouldn't have been you Charlie." She whispered. Almost able to feel the sting left behind as the image played behind her eyes. The bells and whistles that went off inside her when he'd smacked her. Not to mention the intense orgasm she experienced from his action threw her into a tailspin. She had tried to escape his office but he'd used his voice to somehow keep her pinned against his door while he roughly fingered her giving her a second orgasm. She felt a primal urge, a deep hunger for something to fill her. The pain and pleasure converging as he pushed against a layer of tissue that wouldn't allow his fingers entry. And her begging him, pleading with him as tears streamed down her face. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Charlie's wicked laughter as he forced her down on her knees ramming his prick into her mouth. Maggie wanted to block out the reel that continued to play in her mind's eye. The animal inside her that he'd unleashed. She could almost smell his musky scent. It hadn't disgusted her. It had spurred her to lick and suck him like an animal in heat. The more she breathed in his essence into her nose, the more she craved the feel, the taste of him, inside her hot, wet mouth. At the same time she was dying inside because it should not have been Charlie who exploded in orgasm squirting his juices down her throat. It should not have been his tangy seed that she drank and swallowed. Even now Maggie had no idea how she had gotten away. All she recalled was blindly racing out of his building as if the Devil was chasing after her. His harsh laughter echoing behind her. "I'm so sorry Michael. I'm sorry, please, forgive me." She curled up into a ball. A deep sense of self-loathing came over her. She didn't know how to deal with her betrayal. Hating herself and filled with revulsion for the man who showed her the bitch she carried inside. Maggie buried her face into Michael's pillow. Screaming and pounding her fists against the soft cushion. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Exhausted and emotionally drained she turned her head. Resting her cheek on his pillow she stared blankly ahead. There were no tears this time. Maggie was panting heavily. Her chest ached from pounding heartbeats that had yet to return to normal. Her stomach churned. The water she'd drunk had turned to acid inside her. The burning sensation rose up. With an effort she slid across the bed and grabbed the trashcan. At the sight of the dried bluebonnet petals she gulped back the bile that had risen. Determined not to soil them with her need to purge she breathed deeply several times. Neither would she allow herself to be reminded. Nothing good would come from doing so. The news of the bold attempt to take her in broad daylight meant that whomever had paid for her was no longer willing to wait. The decision to stay had been taken from her. She would have to plan her escape carefully. The sooner she left, the safer Michael would be. Her mind flashed to the gun. He would need that for protection. It was the reason she'd left him stranded at the mall. She would need to travel light and continue to pose as a child. She had left his keys in the ignition. He had them now but she knew where he kept them. Taking his car was a concern. If she couldn't remember the combination to his safe to retrieve her purse she would take it if necessary. Breaking the law wasn't anything new to Maggie, just like breaking the rules. It had started out as a hunch but was turning into a dangerous game. She had weighed the pros and cons of informing Michael. And debated the biggest con. He was overprotective and would never have allowed her to pursue a theory. Not unless she gave him answers. The bile rose again. Maggie gritted her teeth. Charles Hamilton had been her ticket into adulthood. The need to prove she wasn't a child but a woman had been her sole motivation. Her bedroom came into focus. She made her way off the bed. She couldn't wait for him to come to her. She'd already stayed longer than intended. With her hand on the doorknob she looked over her shoulder. "Thank you Daddy." Her bottom lip trembled. She took a shaky breath. "You were lucky he showed you part of the journey. And it has been beautiful." Yes it had been and they were memories she would cherish, she thought feeling lightheaded and weak. She rested against the door giving herself a moment to recover. Suddenly a vital part of her appeared to have ripped away from her. Squaring her shoulders she held her head high. "No more tears. Understand?" ~~~~ Michael was sitting in a hardback wooden chair in the middle of his living room. It was from the same set of chairs that he'd seated Hamilton in days before. The difference with this chair was the absence of armrests to impede him. He'd had time to think and after speaking with Parker who'd given him valuable information, observations that he wouldn't have known. That became clearer when he'd walked into her room and found Maggie unaware of him. And as he stood outside her door there was only one conclusion. She had effectively tied his hands; shut him out and sealed their fate. He hadn't raised her only to have her walk away. And he wasn't ready to let her go. For Her Own Good Ch. 12 The hour was late. The day's excitement was over. The only sounds heard were made by the night's smallest insects. The wind surrounding the house had settled to a gentle breeze barely audible inside the quiet house. Taking her by the hand, he walked her towards her bedroom. Two sets of shoes clicked in separate steps across the house's hardwood floor. Maggie turned her head and glanced once again at the items on the table. He wasn't cruel. It was up to her as to how he would use each item. The flogger, the crop, and the leather strap delivered different sensations of pain. She would always know when the time came if what he held in his hand was for discipline or pleasure. His message would be clear in both his words and his actions. He didn't ask her about his phone. And he kept his distance staying inside the doorway when instructing her to remove her clothes. Only when she stood before him naked did he step inside. He walked, in measured, subdued steps across the room's floor. The clicks of his shoes' sound like a slow metronome, as he passed her. He pulled back the covers of her bed. In her bare feet Maggie hurried to his side and scrambled into bed. Neither spoke. He brought the blanket across her chest, her naked body covered and underneath the bedspread. He tucked her in and sat down on the bed by her hip taking her hand. He caressed her fingers for several minutes. She watched him wishing he would look at her face instead of her hand. She forced herself to relax her cold hand in his warm one. It would not do for her to touch him as he sat there still dressed in the dark blue cotton polo shirt with his company's emblem shielding his heart. Nor would it be wise for her to run her hands across his broad shoulders and muscular strong arms. She didn't know what to do to make up for disappointing him. She had refused and would never be able to tell him what she had done. The sting of his spanking hadn't subsided. Her butt cheeks throbbed in pain. It had not been lost on her that he did not instruct her to stand before the mirror. Something he would normally do after her disobedience and his discipline. The marks she could see were evidence and a demonstration of his affection for her. As much as his spankings hurt, unlike any other he'd given her to date, this one in particular had smarted. She was well aware that he gained no gratification from having to paddle her. She wiped at her damp, tear-streaked cheek. Michael finally gazed down at her. "You never have to ask for my help Maggie. It's given to you freely." He leaned over kissed her forehead. "I can't force you to accept it." At her gasp he pulled away. She wrapped her arms around his neck holding him close. "No. Don't go. Please stay with me---" She bit her tongue unable to say the last word of her plea. She scrambled out from under the covers and into his lap, her legs wrapped around him. He pulled her arms away. "I'm always with you." His warm breath caressed her mouth. The sound of his dark whiskey tone stirred her desires. Liquid heat melted her heart. "Did you make a wish each night before you fell asleep?" He asked. His hands at her waist. He gently pushed her down into his lap. His question from this afternoon remained unanswered. She trembled. The material of his black dress slacks was course against her tender backside, a fresh reminder of how the day began. She endured the pain left behind from her spanking and didn't attempt to lift up. Instead she settled down into his lap. "I did." Her voice squeaked when she feels his rigid cock pressing against her pussy. Her breasts swelled growing full and heavy on her chest. Her nipples harden into buds. She cleared her throat. Compared to his seductive soft tone she sounded like a child. Maggie blinked, surprised by her body's response and her high tone of voice. "Yes? And has it come true?" Maggie cleared her throat again, afraid to speak, she nodded. The heat on her face warmed by the memory of her childish wish. Nights spent dreaming never believing the day would arrive. She gazed into his lust filled eyes. His dick pulsed, pressing against the folds of her pussy. Her labia answered with wet eager spasms, longing to be filled with the thick cock still covered by his pants. Her mind battled against sexual yearnings that had yet to be fulfilled and her little girl's wish. She was confused and frustrated because this was not how she'd envisioned the moment between them. Thoughts of standing in front of an alter with her dressed in white flowing layered chiffon and him handsomely standing tall beside her in a black tux: A fairy tale wedding that ends with a wedding dress tattered and shredded at her feet followed by a night of passion. A little girl's fantasy that changed as she grew older and learned of his dark desires. And discovered her own fetish. "Tell me, baby girl." I've waited my whole life to belong to you, she thought. The words tumble out. "For you to be my, Daddy." Her hands clamped over her mouth. ~~~~ Michael heard her tiny voice, glanced at her flushed chest, and watched it expand with each breath. "Your wish, as of yesterday, has come true then?" She nodded. "Since your birth you now belong to me." He reached up, taking her hands away from her face. He put her arms behind her back and clasped her wrists in his one hand. His long tapered fingers and thumb acted like loose cuffs around her slender wrists. She gasped and trembled but didn't resist. "And that embarrasses you? Makes you feel small." She nodded again. He noticed earlier how the color of her eyes had changed from a rich violet blue to black. Her pupils dilated. He had seen this change before. He had found himself fascinated over the discovery. Maggie's passionate moods changed the hue of her eyes giving her a beguiling appearance. He ran his thumb across the fullness of her bottom lip, his tender strokes, like his voice, a mere whisper. "If I have to tie your wrists behind your back to keep you from concealing the truth I will. No more hiding. No more secrets. I've explained all the rules not only as your Daddy but as your Dom. You have a voice. I want to hear your answer Maggie. Understand?" He asked watching her closely. Her eyes took on a faraway look. "Yes." She whimpered. "What else does it make you feel, knowing that you belong to me?" She did not respond right away. Her body grew rigid and tense in his lap. "Helpless." She choked out the word. He would smile if not for the fact that he recognized the shift in her. "Do you like feeling powerless, Maggie?" Michael's tone remained soft, gentle, and encouraged her to respond as he tightened his grip around her wrists. He felt her pulse pick up and beat erratically against his finger. Her arms attempted to twist herself free of his grasp. She began to struggle and shook her head frantically. Her breathing increases becoming loud and harsh. Her muscular thighs squeeze around his hips. "Say it in words Maggie." He softly commanded, repeating her name. "No, I don't like feeling powerless." Her voice deepens. She throws her head back. She is adamant in her effort to break free of his hold. She grinds her hips into his lap. "It frightens you?" Michael doesn't react to her efforts but is aware of the dangers and would use her safe word if necessary. "Yes." She snarls. He continues unhurried letting her thrash about within the security of his arms. "Terrifies you? To know that I have power over you. Look at me, Maggie." He asked calmly. She refuses shutting her eyes tightly. She pants, breathless. "Yes. I mean...no. You don't scare me. Please you're hurting me. Please let me go." He squeezed her wrists a little tighter. Michael wasn't hurting her as he brought her wrists up the center of her back. She stopped fighting, trying to catch her breath which allowed him to move her. Letting his eyes see what she couldn't say. What he'd seen this afternoon when he'd walked into her room expecting to find her sitting at the edge of her bed waiting for him. It had stopped him cold finding her in the position she now displayed, her head thrown back, out of breath, and unaware of him watching her. Her nude body bent over like an archer's bow. The secret she hid and he wouldn't force her to tell. She was revealing for the second time today. "Yes that's it Maggie show me how you feel. Tell me." He looked down at her pale face drained of its earlier blush. He wasn't immune to the anguish etched on her face. "Ouch! Please...you have to stop....You...have to let go of me." "You have no say in what I do with you. Not only does your heart belong to me. Your body belongs to me." He cupped her breast, gently squeezing its fullness in his large hand. Doing this to her is the most difficult of all. His heart went out to her. She fought harder to free herself. He didn't release her wrists but removed his hand from her breast. He pinned her upper body against his chest as she thrashed back and forth to break away. Her eyes remained wild and unfocused. She didn't see him in front of her. He grabbed her by the chin forcing her to look at him. "I own you, Maggie." He sharply proclaimed. "No! I belong to you. You don't own me. Do you hear me?" She screams, "I belong to you! There's a difference Michael!" "Yes, Maggie I hear you. And there is a difference." He whispered, gazing into her eyes. His thumb ran lightly across her bottom lip. "Shh....Relax....Breathe....I'm not going to let you go. You're safe with me. And I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do. You belong to me, but you aren't powerless, Maggie." He inserted the tip of his thumb into her quivering mouth. Her moist tongue captured it and sucked it into her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her body relaxed into his. Michael gave her time to enjoy the feeling then slowly removed his thumb. She sighed. The tip of her pink tongue licked her lips. Her eyes opened. Her pupils are no longer dilated. He lets go of her wrists. She searches his face for several minutes. He caressed the side of heart shaped face, wiping the perspiration from her cooled skin. "Am I forgiven?" "There's nothing to forgive, Maggie. Understand?" She nodded, "Yes." Her body shivers. He moved her across his lap, cradling her, and standing, carries her over to the gliding rocker. Whipping the blanket off her bed and wrapping it around her he repeatedly reassured her until she settled down. He set the rocker in motion with the heel of his shoe. Not until he saw the color of her cheeks flush pink did he tip her chin up, leans over her, and kisses her tenderly on the lips. "Hush, Maggie. I'm right here." "Please." Her warm breath fanned across his mouth. She hesitated, brushing her lips against his. "Please what." His lips caressed hers. She looked directly him. "Kiss me." Her gaze went down to his mouth then swept back up to his eyes. She didn't wait for him to kiss her. She pressed her lips firmly against his, opened her mouth, and deepened her kiss. She dipped her tongue inside his partially open mouth and then nipped at his bottom lip with her lips, grazing it with her teeth, "Hmm, you taste good, Michael." She whispered. He moaned. Her hand moved slowly up his chest, circled his neck, and caressed the back of his hair with her fingers. She didn't stop but continued to taste and touch his lips with her slightly parted mouth and the tip of her tongue. He moaned again. For long leisurely minutes she kissed him, tasted him, and caressed his soft hair, not stopping until he returned her kisses. He groaned enjoying the moment she gave into her wishes. Telling him with her mouth and her sighs what she wanted most. He held her loosely in his arms and felt her body growing restless. She pushed herself out from under the blanket, never breaking contact with his lips, his chin, or underneath his square-lined jaw. Her small hands cupped his face. Kneeling over his lap her hips moved languorously back and forth rubbing the center of her body against him. He groaned again. When she finally broke away they were both breathless. The rocker swayed back and forth from her movements, Maggie's face an inch away from his. She stared at his mouth then gazed into his eyes. "Show me everything." Michael wrapped his arm around her waist and stood. He carried her out of the room, strolled down the hall towards his bedroom, and took them into the master bathroom. "When you're ready," He kissed her lightly on her bow shaped mouth. Maggie gasped in surprise. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I'm ready." She whispered into his ear trembling. He set her down on her feet. She took his hand and walked over to the end of the luxury bathroom, towards the low hum that could be heard from outside the room. She walked up the two steps leading to the large hot tub. Steam was rising up in the air keeping the room's temperature warm and humid. She gazed at his face. "May I?" She asked. "Yes, you may baby girl. To your heart's content." He grinned. Maggie smiled. Her fleeting touch along the length of his torso and ribs as her small hands pulled up his shirt sent tremors across his skin. With her standing on tiptoes he reached behind his head taking the shirt off. He stopped short of removing it from his arms when he felt her fingers at the front of his pants. He was aware that from the moment they entered this room she was the woman he had longed for. He wondered for a moment if she felt his muscles tighten as he held his breath. He did what he could to appear under control. His insides felt the rippling waves building and his toes curled inside his leather shoes to keep his passions at bay. He swallowed down the groan that ached to escape as her fingers slid down along his pants. Before she stepped down to the carpeted floor he kicked off his shoes. His cock rose to attention at her glance and the feel of her warm hand at his hip. His eyes took in the change in hers from violet to black. Had he blinked he wouldn't have seen the small grin on her pretty face. He knew that look as he gazed down at her. He held his tongue as he smiled down at her petite body kneeling at his feet. He had a secret of his own. Maggie's expressive face gave her secrets away. She wasn't being coy as her thick dark lashes shut. She was planning something playful and her grin had given it away. "Now it's my turn to give you a bath." She said. Taking his hand and leading him into the shower stall, "Kneel." She commanded. Michael bent down on one knee and bowed his head. She didn't see him smile. Maggie's one hand already on the faucet adjusting the temperate, her other was under his chin lifting his face to meet hers. She gave him a saucy grin pulling the lever that operated the water of the multi showerheads soaking him. She attempted to step back at the last second. He growled, "Oh no you don't." He grabbed her around the waist swooping her up with one arm. She shrieked with laughter. Michael shook his head splashing her face with his wet hair as he brought her body with him under the jetting spray. He tickled her until she cried uncle. Her laughter bouncing off the tiles was the best sound his ears had ever heard. Once he stopped, he changed the water's spray to a gentle rain shower to help settle her down. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Hmm, you smell good." She whispered into his ear. He grew instantly hard again. But he did nothing, feeling content to just hold her nude wet body against his. Afterwards, they showered in the bright tiled stall under the spotlight. They slowly explored with hands and fingers, mouths and tongues. Maggie had gone first. She had not been timid. On the contrary she'd been bold when bathing his body, asking him to tell her what pleased him. He had watched her as she washed his body with feathery touches, and then gave him delicate kisses like he was a savory dessert best served hot. His cock was still hard and his balls ached. He did nothing to ease his discomfort. And he refused to rush her. Later as they rested soaking in the hot tub under the glow of muted lights. "Michael?" "Hmmm." His eyes closed as he lay stretched out in the tub. He could feel her slick body slipping out of his loose embrace. "Where are you going?" He asked, opening one eye and lifting his head. "Nowhere." She murmured. Maggie turned around within his encircled arms. She rested her forearms across his broad chest. Putting her chin on the tops of her hands, she gazed at him. Her fingers fanned the wet mat of hair on his chest. Michael reached over to turn off the water jets of the hot tub. He gazed down at her sees her head turn looking over at the masseuse table. He kissed the top of her damp hair. "Nervous?" He whispered. "A little." She wrapped her arms around his neck. He brushed her hair away from her face. "There isn't any part of you that I don't want to explore. It is one of my fantasies....And it is a way to make love to you. A desire that is real and one I want. Only you can give that to me. No one else." Michael said softly. Maggie swallowed. Her flushed face deepened. Her lashes lowered staring down at his chest. He gave her the time she needed. When she looked up at him her violet eyes gazed into his. Her breath hitched. "Will it be painful?" He continued to caress the side of her face, "Uncomfortable but not painful. And you will be preoccupied." His thumb ran across her moist bottom lip. Her pupils dilated at his suggestion. She looked beautiful in that moment. His heartbeat jumped up a notch. And innocent, he thought. He would ease the way but the decision was hers. It would always be hers. "Your little distraction in the shower didn't allow me a closer look baby girl....That's where I would like to start, if you consent." ~~~~ They sat face to face in the hot tub's water. What he said had her emotions reeling. She knew about the past women in his life. He never hid them from her. She never asked him how he felt about them, afraid of what she'd hear. She didn't want to know that he loved someone else. She didn't want to tell him how her heart ached and turned a shade of green whenever there was a new woman in his life. But she was well aware that he'd taken them to his bed. Now it seems he was telling her something different telling her that he hadn't given them his heart. "Yes Michael. You have my permission." He pulled her close kissing first her eyelids, then each of her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose. He told her as he kissed her lips her that she looked like a pixie who sprinkled him with her dust; that he missed her fiery temper and her delightfully wicked laugh. He whispered in her ear that when she was ready he hoped she'd share those with him, then, kissed her underneath her ear. Lifting up to meet him when his mouth began a trail of tender kisses down the side of her neck, along her shoulder, and pausing at the top of her chest. Maggie held her breath floating in the water and his embrace. He'd not spoken but she heard his voice telling her to breathe. And she did. Slowly. Her arms loose around his neck, her hands cradling his head and her fingers slipped through feeling his damp soft brown hair. She gazed into his brown eyes. She could see it in his eyes those tiny flames. This wasn't a fairy tale fantasy, a game, or a dream. There were no more roles to play. And no safe words would be spoken. This was real. She heard it in his soft voice and felt him against her skin. His strong body with its hard muscles underneath tenderly embraced her. Yes he wanted her, but not just her body. He wanted all of her he said as he kissed the swell of her breast and felt her heart beat against his lips. She'd mistaken those tiny flames of gold in his brown eyes for lust not love. For Her Own Good Ch. 13 Michael wasn't surprised when Maggie stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in his white terry cloth robe. The large dressing gown trailed a good two feet behind her. Its hood covered her rosy face. She clutched the top tightly around the base of her neck. Her white knuckles another indication of her state of mind. She stopped at the foot of the bed. He patted the mattress beside where he lay. While Maggie spent time inside the bathroom, he had done more than bring the items he needed from the other room. She removed the hood; her eyes went immediately to the nightstand, taking a shaky breath. Her jaw quivered. Maggie twisted the collar of the robe tighter. "What happens now?" She asked. He sat up offering her his hand. She took it climbing onto the bed. He brought her to sit beside him. Putting his arm around her hip, he hugged her closer to him. Maggie didn't look at his face. Her violet blue eyes stared straight at his bare chest. Her trembling fingers touched the mat of his dark curly hair. He watched and waited for her speak. He tipped her chin. She shied away. Her fingers stopped fanning his chest but her hand rested on his hammering heart. The one sign that his decision were at odds with what he was about to do. But Michael could no longer live with half-truths. Not with Maggie. The two of them huddled close together. "Why didn't you stay with me?" She whispered. "Because I'm not about forcing you to experience utter humiliation. That isn't one of my turn ons." She gasped. Her eyes flew to his. "What? What about last night in front of the police officer? Quinn? I was humiliated then." Before Maggie could move away Michael held her in place. "You were also attempting to runaway. Doing so has become a habit with you." "Didn't I please you last night? And again this morning?" "Very much. But I want more. I want all of you." He kissed her lips. "Is it because I didn't come out of the room naked? You left me alone. I was embarrassed. I felt...cut off...empty." They were a breath apart. He searched her flushed face. "You felt what I expected you'd feel. I wasn't surprised by your modesty." Michael touched the collar of the robe. "You covered those feeling. You've done more than conceal them. You've hidden away and that's what I intend to stop." Maggie swallowed. "And if I'd come out of the bathroom naked and crawling on all fours?" "Then I would have flogged you and then used the riding crop to mark your tender ass with red stripes that filled you with pain. Afterwards. I would have laid you down on your back, spread open your legs, and filled you with pleasure....But not before I cut away your hymen." It was her turn to search his face. She licked her lips and cleared her throat. He felt the tremors that hadn't stopped since she'd seen the knife beside the flogger. Her face was pale and damp with a fine sheen of sweat. "No, don't look away from me." She stared at him for a long moment. He kept his face impassive. Maggie leaned in closer. Her forehead rested in the crook of his neck. She shook violently. Her breathing became more erratic. She crawled into his lap curling herself into a tight ball. Her terror was tangible. He stroked her back. "Please. Don't do what you're planning." "I've given it a lot of thought Maggie. And I've spoken with Doc Parker. He assured me that it is a simple procedure. He's on his way." His hand continued massaging her tense neck and shoulders. He didn't mention the other calls he placed. "And if I say no." Michael didn't speak for a long time. She began rocking in the confines of his arms and mumbling incoherently. "Why would you refuse?" "So much pain...and...there was blood." He'd caught the meaning of her quiet ramblings. Maggie had always been squeamish at the sight of blood. He tightened his hold leaning close to her ear whispering. "He can't hurt you any longer. Tell me about Hamilton." Maggie covered her ears. She continued rocking in the tight space of his lap. Offering her quiet words of comfort, yet allowing her to experience the panic attack Michael squeezed her. "Who else besides Hamilton was present?" "No one else....I swear. Oh my god. I wasn't supposed to be there. You warned me. I didn't listen. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. I didn't mean to disobey you. We were separated. I was upset. I didn't understand why..." "But you heard someone else, didn't you?" Maggie stifled her outcry with a fist. "And when you recognized the voice you had a panic attack." She nodded her head in answer. "Tell me. It's important baby girl. Say the words aloud and the nightmare will end. Vivian---" Maggie's head shot up. She covered his mouth staring wildly at his face. "No, you don't understand. You can't possibly...You don't know her. You don't know what she's capable of doing. She's fooled the authorities. Made them all believe her lies. And it's all my fault!" He removed her cold hand from his lips. Taking both hers into his warm hand, "No. It's not your fault." "Yes! Yes, it is! I knew. I've always known what she was doing with the young girls. And I did nothing to stop her. Then when she became ill, developed cancer, I returned to her. But not to get her to confess. Or get her to tell me the whereabouts of the girls. No! For the story Michael! I used myself as bait. I agree to become Charlie's wife. I even convinced her to sell me as a sex slave. You have no idea how delighted she was to discover I was still a virgin." She shivered. "Don't you understand? I played along with her scheme!" "Listen to me. Maggie." "No!" She elbowed him hard in the gut. Her unexpected punch and Maggie was out of his arms scrambling off the bed. She went to run, stopped, and whipped around. "Oh my god." Maggie pointed at him. She stared at him clamping her hands over her mouth. She was shaking her head. Michael remained on the bed on his side resting on his elbow. "The check. Last night. You paid her. I saw it on the table. You left it there on purpose. How could I have been so blind? That's the reason Vivian wasn't concerned when I'd run to you. You aren't any different than the rest of the towns' people!" Michael didn't move. Nor did he let her see the shock he felt. Maggie eyed the knife, him, and the bedroom door. Her intentions written on her face. "You won't make it past the door baby girl." Michael's threat kept her in place. Only taking his eyes off her for a second, he reached behind him to retrieve the blade off the table. He leaned on his elbow gazing at her. With the knife in his hand, a flick of his wrist, and it pricked the tip of his index finger. A large drop of blood lay on the tip. "That's all it would take to cut away your virginity. That's the prize that your aunt's coveted. Isn't it?" What he didn't say was that her aunt's twisted mind used Maggie's unusual vaginal barrier as a commodity. Sold her to the highest bidder, Michael wanted the man's name. It wouldn't be enough to stop Vivian or Hamilton. No, in order to keep Maggie safe he would have the person's name that had come for her the day before. She wrapped her arms around her shaking body. She swayed on her feet. "Now that I have your attention. I want you to listen. And listen closely. I am not going to hurt you. Understand?" Maggie's wide eyes never strayed from the blade. "Vivian made a mistake in believing I'd allow her to use my company as a way to keep me in line. I'm not involved with her operation. I never was. I can't speak for the town. Whether or not the people of Pillar knew what your aunt was doing, isn't my concern. What does concern me? Your involvement." Michael had kept his tone low and unhurried. "If she's as powerful as you believe her to be," He set the knife back on the table. He had had mixed feeling about using the weapon as a means to get her to talk. His conversation with Vivian this morning called for drastic measures. He set aside his feeling. It had been effective. "Then why would Vivian risk exposure by allowing you to leave town after you graduated high school?" Maggie's lower lip quivered. The longer he stayed where he was. There was a good chance she'd realize Michael wasn't her biggest threat. Time was. If his plan were to succeed he needed her cooperation. "Vivian never understood what you saw in me. She could barely stand the sight of me. But she knew how I felt about you. She told me that if I ever breathed a word to anyone about what she was doing she'd have you killed. I believed her." "When did she say this?" "I was twelve. But Michael I didn't keep it a secret. I told you." He shook his head. "Yes!" She stamped her foot. Pacing in front of him, "Do you remember when I'd run away? And she sent you to find me." Maggie didn't wait for him to answer. "I wrote it down and showed it to you. Afterwards, you...scolded me, made me swear to stop making up stories about her like she was my wicked stepmother." "I was angry. And I was seventeen years old Maggie." He ground out. Reminded of the weight of responsibility he held. Michael hadn't wanted it then. "And dating Rebecca Patterson at the time." She scowled her disapproval, then, plopped down on the edge of the bed. Her head bent. With her fingers, Maggie plucked angrily at the blanket then smoothed the material out. "You knowingly putting yourself in danger. After everything I've told you about keeping yourself safe." "I never stopped writing it all down. And I kept my promise." She fiercely whispered. A small sob escaped, "Even when it meant lying to you. Everything she ever said or did to me. To those girls. I never spoke a word to anyone. But it's all there with names and dates. Or at least it was. I just can't remember where I hid it." She wiped her cheek. Gazed at him, "Do you know how difficult it is to keep a promise? Or to never tell a lie?" She sniffled, "It doesn't make sense does it? I mean...I should never have kept any of it a secret. I should have told someone. Maybe if I had, none of this would have happened.... I'm sorry. If I could take it all back. I would. But I can't. I can never go back." Maggie sighed dragged herself off the bed. Michael wondered why Parker hadn't shown up yet. He glanced at his phone. When he turned around her back was to him. "Your rejection hurt. More than I thought possible." Not sure he'd heard her correctly. He climbed out of bed. She stepped back putting her hand out to stop him. "Please." She stood tall and stared at his chest. "I'm not exactly the type of woman who inspires a man's lust." "I disagree." He grinned. "Don't. Don't make this anymore difficult than it is already." She covered her face with her hands. "Maggie." He drew out her name. She pointed her finger. Her mouth a thin line. "No! Don't treat me like a child. I knew what I was getting into when I made the decision to follow the story!" Michael grabbed her finger then her hip. Bringing a stubborn Maggie between his thighs saying, "I doubt it." He put his arm around her waist. Her breasts had escaped the robe and were now in his midsection. Her arms pinned under his. She growled. He covered her lips with his finger. "Hold still and be quiet baby girl" He gave her a moment. Maggie pulled back looking up at him towering over her. "Thank you." Michael loosened his arms, but kept her close to him. "You're welcome." She said grudgingly. "There's a solution to all of this." He couldn't help the grin that remained on his face. Maggie's mouth dropped open. She twisted out of his arms. "How can you say that? Did you hear what I said? I went along with it, Michael! I'm just as guilty as they are." He tried to bring her back to him. She fought him. He swatted her ass. "Stop!" When she wouldn't standstill he grabbed her by the shoulders. His face in hers, "And you paid a heavy price for doing it!" Michael momentarily gained her attention. He dropped his hands prepared to explain his plan. She bolted out of the room. "Not what I deserved!" Michael heard her bedroom door slam. Not yet you haven't, but you will, Margaret Stanton. You most definitely will. And you won't be able to sit on that pretty little ass of yours for a month. He thought. The doorbell rang. Grateful for Doc's agreeing to his suggestion he put on his slacks. Parker was late but there was still time. He was taking the prize without Maggie's consent to stop a mad woman from destroying her. Vivian would have no choice but to contact the man who'd purchased his wife. His stomach twisted, guilt ate at him. Michael had been concerned about Triple S Corporation and his own reputation. He'd also contacted Quinn after his conversation with Vivian. Picking up his phone he pocketed it. Maggie would need an attorney. ~~~~ Maggie dressed quickly. After her confession to Michael she could no longer stay. No matter what he'd said there was no escaping what she'd done. She paused before slipping into a pair of sandals. Eventually Michael you'd grow to despise me. How could you not? I despise myself. She thought when she heard the strange popping noise. "What the hell was that?" She swiftly left her room. The second shot echoed like a small bomb in the large living room. She skidded, on slick shoes, through the hallway covering her ears. Maggie landed on her ass. Before she could regain her senses someone yanked her up by her hair. "Ouch! That hurts." Blinded by the pain she swung out. "No! Don't!" She barely heard who'd spoken. "Let go of me! Son of a bitch!" Maggie swung her arm. Her hand made contact with flesh. She was tossed aside. The barrel of a gun pointed in her face. Her hearing effected by the blast of the weapon. But her eyesight was perfect. She watched the barrel move away from her, pass across Parker's chest. He was holding his arm. Blood seeped through his fingers. Her stomach heaved. Maggie gulped down her bile. Her heart raced. She panted following the barrel pointed at Michael. "Say good bye to your lover young lady." Vivian's distorted voice said. "No! Please." She pleaded on her knees. Then standing up and moving towards her aunt, "Please...just give me a minute." Maggie ripped off her top. Her hands shook as she went to unbutton her jeans. "No Maggie." She glanced at Michael. "It's okay." She mouthed then turned, "Aunt Vivian I swear I didn't let him touch me. I'll prove it." "Silence! I warned you what would happen. Why else would Michael," Vivian waved the pistol at him then Parker, "Have interfered. Keep those hands up gentlemen. I'm here to collect what's mine. I may be ill but I'm strong enough to pull this trigger and put a bullet in each of you." "Please...." Maggie mouthed to both men. Vivian gave her niece a glancing look. Her cold eyes and thin lips a red slash across her face. Her nostrils flared. "Look at you. Anyone can see that you've soiled yourself with him. You were never good at lying Margaret. Charles warned me. Did you know that he is in jail because of him?" Vivian hissed. "The police took him away this morning." Vivian's eyes were narrow slits. "I'm sure you're quite pleased with yourself Michael. The only man who knew the value of a woman and he will rot in prison because of you." Alarmed by this information, out of her peripheral vision, Maggie saw Vivian's finger squeeze the trigger. She darted in front of Michael. Searing pain hit her in the chest. The force of the shot spun her small frame. She opened her mouth and gazed wide-eyed at Michael who knelt in front of her. She couldn't hear herself scream. At the sight of her bright red blood streaming and staining her bra. She wiped it off. Her hand covered in the warm fluid. She whimpered. "I couldn't let Vivian hurt you. I promised to protect you." With a shaking cold hand, Maggie went to caress his face. She scrubbed the blood off her hand onto her jeans. "It's the reason I came home Daddy. But I have to go away again. Aunt Vivian. She needs me. I promised I'd take care of her. You understand right?" She smiled at him. Michael watched in horror. Maggie steady on her feet walked towards her aunt directly in the line of fire. She didn't stop until the pistol was pressed up against her. Drops of blood made a trail along the floor. There was nothing he could do. "Foolish girl. Now look what you've done." Maggie faced her aunt. "You shouldn't have tried to hurt him. That really wasn't very nice of you Aunt Vivian." "Move out of my way Margaret." "You're upset. Aren't you? Because of Charlie. I'm sorry, I mean Mr. Hamilton. He was very kind to you. He treated you like a lady. Made you feel special. Loved. He always did know how to make you smile. He even made you blush, didn't he?" Vivian slapped her niece. Maggie remained on her feet. "How dare you! You have no idea what Charles meant to me. Or how he made me feel. He was devoted to me. Worshipped me. How could you? You! A mere child. You never understood what it took to become a lady. I did my best to raise you properly. But you showed your true colors didn't you? You're nothing, but a whore like your mother. My brother should never have married her." Vivian poked the pistol hard into Maggie. She tipped back but didn't fall. Then her aunt smiled. Her slate gray eyes held no warmth. Icy, cold, and cruel she glared past Maggie's shoulder. "No, you're not a whore. Not yet. Is she Michael? Did you touch my niece? Did you rape her?" She laughed. "Of course not. How could you? But I'm sure you did other things to her. Despicable things to those parts of her body that were available to you." Maggie put her hand on Vivian's shoulder then dropped it. Her aunt's eyes shifted between her niece and the two men. "Tell me that you didn't mean to hurt Michael Aunt Vivian. If you tell me that it was an accident I'll go with you. Just like I said I would. We'll leave. Yes? And meet the nice gentleman you promised would show me how to become a proper lady. Is he here? Is he waiting for me? I'm anxious to meet him." "He's anxious to meet you as well. He has many lessons to teach you." Vivian sneered in Michael's direction. "Who is he? What's his name?" He didn't know how it was possible that Maggie was still standing. The entire length of her back was covered in blood. Her arm hung dead at her side, blood dripped off her fingertips. A small pool of blood formed at her feet. Each minute that past meant she would lose more. He was helpless to save her. Michael had already been too late to save the young woman that lay on the front steps of his house. He had caught a glimpse of her standing behind Doc who, when he opened the door, looked guilty for being late. It didn't take him a moment to see the slight resemblance between the woman and Maggie. Michael had grinned at Doc. Then Vivian had stepped out from her hiding place killing the young girl before she'd taken a step inside his house. He hadn't recovered from the shock or the realization that had he done one small detail before opening the door, locked Maggie inside her room. She would have been safe not dying in front of him. "You'll find out soon enough. He's in the car. Your friend, Dr. Parker, is well acquainted with him. Oh, don't look so surprised Michael. I am familiar with several members of the same community you've chosen to associate yourself with. It is a portion of my business. No one misses a whore when she disappears." Vivian took pleasure imparting that small bit of information. Maggie's eyes lit up as she stared at Doc, who was wounded and on his knees, then she looked back at her aunt. "You know Dr. Parker?" "Yes of course. Although I believe the young doctor had no idea I was your aunt. Only that he was quite taken with one of my girls. She reminded him of you Margaret. Although I didn't see any similarities. But imagine my surprise when I discovered he knew the two of you. Why if it hadn't been for Dr. Parker? I would never have found a way into this fortress."