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She really should not have let Genya convince her to go clubbing. The music was too loud, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and cologne. It made her head hurt.
“Alina? Are you okay?” asked Genya.
Alina gave a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, really! I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” She didn’t want to ruin her friend’s fun.
“Okayyy!” she said, going back to the dance floor, beer sloshing around in her plastic cup as she moved her body with the music.
You’re fine, you’re fine, Alina told herself. You just need a second to yourself, she thought, as her heart pounded and her palms grew sweaty.
Weaving in and out of the crowd, she finally made it to the bathroom, only to stop as she realized there was a line.
Ok, this was fine. She could just step outside! Maybe breathing in some fresh air would help.
But her heart sank as she remembered it was raining and dark out. She didn’t want to get soaked.
God, Alina. Just stay here, you don’t always need to leave. Why can’t you just be normal? It’s a party, for Christ’s sake. Everyone likes parties.
As usual, she couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone was watching her, judging her. Alina felt her eyes sting. It was too much, the people, the noise, the alcohol.
She covered her ears, leaned against the wall and slid down until her ass hit the dirty floor.
Deep breaths, deep breaths, she told herself.
But it wasn’t working. Her throat felt too small and she wasn’t getting enough air.
Alina wrapped her arms around her knees and felt hot tears dribble down her cheeks. Not again. Why couldn’t she do things like everyone else?
She wished she had Flopsy, her stuffed rabbit that she had had since she was a child in the orphanage.
Bringing one hand closer to her face, she placed the knuckle of her thumb against her lip. She wanted to suck on it, but knew that would only draw more judgemental looks. So she settled for chewing on the long sleeve of her top instead.
“Little girl, what’s wrong?” A soft, caring voice enveloped her.
Alina looked up tentatively. A tall, dark-haired man with neatly groomed facial hair was crouched down in front of her. He had to speak loud to be heard over the booming music, yet somehow it hadn’t felt like he was yelling.
But she didn’t really feel like talking right now.
“S’loud," she whined. “Don’t like it.”
“Poor baby,” he cooed, reaching over with his thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek. “What’s your name, little one?”
“Alina,” she said.
“I’m Aleksander,” he said. “Now, little Alina, do you want to know something?” He pretended to look around as if checking to make sure no one heard. “I don’t like it either.”
That shocked Alina. But he was so calm and put-together! And handsome, she noted. Surely he was just saying that to make her feel better.
“It’s true,” he said, sensing her disbelief.
The crowd began to scream in excitement at the song the DJ had picked. Alina placed her hands back over her ears. “Wanna go home,” she cried. She was aware she would regret acting like this later, but she couldn’t stop.
“Shh, little girl. I’ve got you,” said the man. Without even asking, he scooped her up off the floor, one palm under her bottom and the other resting on her back. Her head rested on his shoulder. “You’re coming with me,” he said, soft, yet firm.
In the back of her mind Alina knew that she really should demand to be put down, that she should go tell Genya that she was leaving — calling a taxi and just leaving — but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She leaned into the warm, male presence and thought this must be what it’s like to have a father.
But that wasn’t right, was it? A father wouldn’t make her feel so…
The sound of rain brought her out of her thoughts. Aleksander had opened an umbrella and held it over their heads. She wasn’t really sure how he was managing to hold her with one arm — she wasn’t exactly light — but he acted like it was no trouble at all.
“Aleksander,” she said, beginning to panic again, but for an entirely different reason. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shh, little one. We’re just going to sit in my car. See?”
He stopped in front of a sleek, black vehicle parked outside the club.
“Allow me, sir.” A strange man seemed to appear out of nowhere, taking that umbrella from Aleksander and holding it above them. He held the car door open.
“We’re going to need a minute alone,” she heard Aleksander say.
“Yes sir.”
Once they were inside the car, Alina placed firmly on his lap, she began to feel shy. She squirmed, trying to get off.
“Ah ah ah,” he tutted. “You’re going to tell me what’s wrong, little girl.” His voice was deep and demanding.
Alina’s stomach did a flip. “I already told you. I don’t—”
“The whole truth,” he said, softer this time. His eyes bared into her.
“Ok, fine,” she fiddled with the sleeve of her shirt, twisting it around. “Well, I– I sortofhaveanxiety,” she rushed out. “…and I don’t really like parties, but I agreed to this one because Genya said I should and I was only trying to be normal like everyone else…”
Her eyes began to water again. “Only, apparently I can’t, because I keep on getting— getting stressed and then— and then—” A sob escaped her throat.
“Oh, baby girl —” Aleksander wrapped his arms around her, pressing her head to his chest. “You sweet thing,” he murmured. “You’ve had quite the night, haven’t you? Hmm?”
Alina only nodded, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, eyeing the wet stains she had left on his collared shirt.
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I’m glad I found you when I did.”
Alina couldn’t help but feel the same.
“Let’s get you home, yeah?”
Her heart sank a little and she realized she didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to have to sit in her shitty apartment feeling sorry for herself.
“Okay,” she said.
With a knock, Aleksander told the driver to leave, and they were off.
“Um, it’s… I live in the Gatesview apartment complex.”
His eyes seemed to darken. “Alright, little one. You just lay right here and I’ll let you know when we arrive, okay?”
“M’kay,” she murmured, feeling sleepy. Laying on his chest was oddly comforting. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest seemed to ease her mind.
She felt his arms rubbing her back in smooth, slow circles. Soon, her eyes drifted shut.
…
“She fell asleep,” said a voice. Aleksander. “Poor girl.”
…
Blinking awake, Alina realized that she was being carried upstairs. But wait, this wasn’t her apartment complex. These stairs were expensive hardwood.
“Wha–?” she whipped her head around.
“Shhh, you’re okay. You’re at my house, baby girl.”
Aleksander. She was with Aleksander.
“Go back to sleep,” he said. “You need to rest. I’ll take you home in the morning.”
As soon as she felt him place her on a soft, squishy mattress, she was out again.
…
Alina woke from the feeling of warm sunlight hitting her eyelids. She rubbed her eyes and tried to remember what happened last night.
“Good morning, baby girl,” said a voice.
“Aleksander,” she breathed. He was leaning against the doorframe, gazing at her. Had he been watching her?
Alina looked down at herself and realized that she was wearing different clothes than the ones she had fallen asleep in. It was a nightgown, pale pink with little flowers and a lace detail at the neckline. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Did you change me?”
“Little girls sleep in pajamas, Alina,” he said, as if this was obvious.
“You keep calling me ‘little girl.’”
“Am I wrong?”
Alina blushed. She had never really spoken to anyone about her Little side, but it was definitely there. “But… how did you know?”
Aleksander just chucked. “It was kind of obvious.”
Her blush grew deeper. Was she really that easy to read?
“I need to go home,” she declared, throwing the covers off her body.
“Woah there, baby girl. You need to eat breakfast first. And brush your teeth. Then we can talk about it.”
Talk about it? What was she, a prisoner?
“Fine.”
…
Aleksander had set out a pink toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste for her. He was so thoughtful, she sighed. She hoped they could meet again.
Maybe when she wasn’t crying on the floor of a nightclub.
When she walked downstairs, she was greeted by the smell of pancakes.
“Come sit,” said Aleksander, pulling out a chair. There, on the placemat, was a pink plastic plate and sippy cup.
Her eyes grew wide. “A sippy cup? But–”
“Don’t fight it, little girl,” he sighed. “You need to stay hydrated.”
His pancakes were in the shape of Mickey Mouse. She grinned. They were so cute!
“Such a pretty smile,” said Aleksander, amused.
Alina didn’t want to drink from the cup at first, but after a few pancakes she was getting thirsty.
Before she could reach for it, Aleksander had it in his hand and was holding it in front of her.
“What did I say earlier, baby girl?”
She blushed. “I need to stay hydrated.”
“That’s right.”
Alina took the cup from his hands and began to suck, avoiding his eye contact.
When she was done, she looked up.
“Good girl,” he said.
She felt the effect of those words through her whole body. It made her feel warm and gooey, like she was being wrapped in a soft blanket.
“Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure, little one. Now what’s this you said about needing to go home?”
Alina blinked in confusion. “Well, I need to get home.”
Aleksander blinked back at her. “Why?”
“Why?” She gaped at him. “What do you mean why? I mean, I can’t stay here forever.” What was he talking about?
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” His voice was cool and calm.
“What— What do you mean?” She was starting to freak out now. Was this a kidnapping? Why didn’t he want her to go home?
“You’re with me, now, baby girl. You’re not going back.”
Not. Going. Back.
Alina’s lib began to wobble. What was happening? She thought he was a nice guy– he said he was going to take her home in the morning! It was the morning now, and he– he—
Alina felt her throat begin to constrict. She was going to panic again, she could feel it. There was no escape, none at all, and he wouldn’t let her leave.
“Now now, don’t cry, sweet girl.” His brows twisted together, as if he was genuinely upset that she wasn’t taking this well.
Aline bolted out of her chair and ran down the hall to the front door.
It was locked. No, no! What was happening? She twisted the lock back and forth, but the door still wouldn’t unlock.
She was sobbing now, truly scared.
“Please,” she cried. “Please, let me out. I can’t— I can’t–”
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her torso and lifted her in the air. She kicked and screamed, arms flailing wildly. She pummeled her fists against his chest.
“Stop! Put me down! Put me down!”
“Shhh,” Aleksander kept saying. “Calm down, little girl. Daddy’s got you.”
She pushed and shoved at him, trying to get away.
“You’re gonna be okay, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you, baby. You’re mine now.”
Alina wailed loudly in defeat, realizing she wasn’t strong enough to fight him off.
He patted her back as he took them upstairs once again.
It was a different room than the bedroom she had fallen asleep in, and even in her fear, Alina had to admit that it was pretty. It was a pretty pale pink color, with a small white bookshelf full of children’s novels. A dark wooden rocking chair sat in the corner.
A pink bear plushie eyed her from the rocking chair.
Aleksander picked it up and set it on a nearby table, before sitting them both down in the rocking chair.
Noticing that her crying had ceased, he smoothed the hair on her head. “That’s it, see? You’re a good girl.”
Alina remained silent, not sure how to move forward. She sniffled.
“Why don’t you hold the bear, hmm? Would that make you feel better?”
It would, but she didn't want to say that.
He placed it in her arms, and Alina instantly drew it closer to her body.
“There you are,” Aleksander whispered, sounding pleased.
She didn’t want to do it – she really didn’t — but all his little talk had made her slip into that soft, vulnerable headspace, and she couldn’t help but slip a thumb into her mouth.
“Fuck,” whispered Aleksander, throwing his head back. “You’re so perfect, do you know that? My perfect baby girl.”
Alina didn’t respond. She was feeling small, and she was feeling numb.
Somehow, Aleksander had gotten ahold of a hairbrush, and he ran it over her dark strands, trying to detangle them.
The streaks of tears on Alina’s face began to dry as she sat with her new Daddy, trying to make sense of his brain.
Maybe if she went along with his delusion, she could earn his trust and he would let her leave the house. That sounded like a good plan.
…
In the afternoon, Aleksander made her a snack plate of carrots, hummus, apple slices, cheese, and crackers. “Didn’t know what you would like,” he said.
“I like,” she said, reaching for the plate eagerly.
He put on a movie — Cinderella, the original, from 1950.
Okay, Alina hated to admit it, but staying with Aleksander wasn’t bad. The only bad part was that he wouldn’t let her leave. He seemed to care about her a lot, that much was clear. So why did he insist on denying her that one thing? It just wasn’t right. She hated to think of how much Genya would be worrying about her.
“Daddy?”
It was the first time she had actually said it out loud.
“Yes, little one?” Aleksander’s voice was husky.
“My roommate will be worrying about me. Can’t I tell her I’m okay? Where’s my phone?”
“Little girls don’t need phones.”
“But– but she will be so worried. Maybe she will even call the police—”
“Daddy will take care of it,” he tried to reassure her. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
“But–”
“I know it’s hard, Alinochka. But you’ll learn. Daddy takes care of everything now.”
Somehow, that made her feel worse.
…
She tried to open a window, once Aleksander had left the room. Making sure he was really gone, she reached over and tried to lift it up.
At first, it didn’t budge, but after a few tries, she was able to get a small gap about an inch tall.
Why wouldn’t it go any higher? It was like there was something blocking it.
She stuck her fingers in the gap to get a better grip, lifting with all her might.
Nothing.
“Ouch!” She cried out, as the window fell down onto her fingertips. That hurt.
“Alina!” Aleksander came running. He sounded scared, truly panicked. “Are you hurt?”
Dammit. He took one glance at the way she was standing guiltily near the window and the way she held her fingers, and his eyes grew dark.
“Baby girl,” he growled. “What did I tell you?”
“I didn’t mean to!” She knew it was a stupid thing to say as soon as it left her mouth. She fixed her eyes to the floor.
Aleksander grabbed her hand and inspected the injured fingers. They were fine, just a bit red.
He tutted. “Poor baby,” he cooed. Then he took the fingers into his mouth, kissing them.
Alina blushed.
“Better?”
“Fine,” she squeaked.
“You were very naughty, Alinochka,” he chided. “I only left you for a few minutes, and look what happened.”
Alina didn’t like where this was heading.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and for a second she really meant it.
“You will be.”
“Wait, what are you—” In the blink of an eye, he brought them both to the sofa and placed Alina over his knee.
“Do you know what happens to naughty little girls, Alina?”
“No,” she cried out. “No.”
“They get a spanking.”
“Wait! No, I said I was sorry.”
She was still wearing her nightgown, and nothing but panties underneath. He lifted it up, leaving her exposed. A palm came down on her ass.
“Ouch!” She cried out.
“I told you, you’re mine now, little girl. And what does that mean?”
“I–”
He spanked her again, and the sting made her eyes water. “What does that mean, Alinochka ?
“You– you take care of everything.”
“That’s right,” he said. “And did I say you could leave?”
Another palm to her ass cheek, stinging.
“No, Daddy,” she cried.
“Good girl.”
Thankfully, it was over after that. She felt humiliated, utterly humiliated, and she couldn't help but notice that her underwear felt wet.
And he could probably see it from this angle.
“You took your punishment very well, Alinochka. Very well,” he repeated.
Oh, god. Her skin tingled as he ran his fingers over her thighs. Over her panties.
“My my,” he said. “Did my little girl like her spanking?”
“No,” Alina said, and her face burned.
Aleksander just chucked. Without warning, he pulled her panties to the side and ran his fingers through her folds.
“Poor baby,” he said. “Do you need Daddy to make you come? Is that what you need?” He removed the panties entirely.
Alina shuddered. She did not say no, but she did not say yes either.
Once she was sitting on his lap with her legs spread open in front of him, he ran his middle finger over her clit.
“Daddy,” she breathed.
“That’s right, I’m your Daddy. No one else. You don’t need anyone else.” His voice took on a raspy tone.
His finger slipped into her entrance, and she felt herself clench around him. An “mmm” escaped her.
“Good girl,” he said. “Just relax.”
He added another finger. “Ah,” she cried.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said through clenched teeth.
It was embarrassing, really, how close she was already. It never was this easy on her own.
With his thumb, he began to make slow circles around her clit, hitting her in all the right places.
Alina shivered. A need gripped her. “Please, please,” she begged. “I need to– You’re gonna make me–”
“That’s it,” Aleksander breathed. “Fuck yourself on Daddy’s fingers.”
Alina whimpered, moving her hips almost against her will.
“I-” she choked out.
“Come, little one, It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
She cried out as the orgasm hit her. It rolled over her body like an ocean wave, making her legs shake. She felt more wetness gush into Aleksander’s hands.
“Fuck.”
Alina collapsed into his arms.
“Good girl,” he cooed. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
Taking his fingers into his mouth, he tasted her. Licked them clean.
Alina’s mouth gaped open.
…
Well, that was entertaining, Alina thought to herself. She hadn’t meant to let it get that far, but then again, she clearly wasn’t the one in control here, was she?
“I need new panties,” she said.
She wasn’t expecting Aleksander to pull out an entirely new outfit. She should have known.
He brought her to the bedroom and pulled the nightgown over her head. Alina covered her breasts self-consciously. She knew he had probably already seen it all since he was the one who changed her before, but it still made her squirm in discomfort.
“No hiding yourself from Daddy,” he chided.
Alina kept her arms over her chest.
He reached over and placed her arms at her sides. “No,” she said softly.
“Yes.” Kneeling down so that his head was at eye-level with her breasts, he pressed a kiss to her nipples.
Alina shivered. His mouth was warm and wet as he drew them into his mouth, sucking.
“Daddy…” she sighed.
“Let’s get you into something cozy. My little girl is feeling cold.”
She wasn’t actually cold, but she welcomed the thought of being clothed again.
The lounge set that Aleksander had picked out included a soft, fluffy crew neck with Winnie the Pooh characters on it and some stretchy pajama pants.
“Arms up,” he said.
She complied.
…
For dinner, Aleksander made mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, and an unfortunate side of green beans.
“I don’t like green beans,” she whined. At this point, Alina really wanted to go home. This was nice and all, but she had stuff to do! She had classes tomorrow and things to prepare for.
“You can eat a few for Daddy. They’re healthy.”
She frowned.
After shoving a few of the offending green strands into her mouth, she chewed bitterly and swallowed.
“I’m going to miss class tomorrow.”
“You don’t need to go to class, Alinochka.”
Alina gulped. “But, my degree—”
“I’ll cover it,” he said.
Cover it? What did that mean?
“I have to go,” she reiterated, slamming her plastic fork down on her heart-shaped plate. “I need to finish my degree. I mean, I have loans, I have to get a job—”
“You will not,” Aleksander growled.
Alina gaped at him.
“What kind of Daddy do you think I would be if I let you work? I take care of you, Alina. I’ll give you everything.” He sighed, as if she was the one being difficult here. “When will you learn to accept this, little one?”
“You just met me yesterday!” She threw her hands up in the air. “You don’t know anything about me! I mean, what is wrong with you?”
At that, Alina pushed back her chair and strode off. She didn’t know where she was going, considering that she couldn’t leave, but anywhere away from him was fine.
She bolted upstairs. “Alina!” Aleksander hissed. “Stop running, you’ll hurt yourself.”
Even when he was angry, he still concerned himself about things like that. It was sweet, really. And yet, he was so… so stubborn! Alina cried in frustration.
She knew she was probably going to get another spanking for this, but she didn’t care. She ran into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.
She needed to be alone, but he was always there.
Alina sobbed, running her hands over her face.
A harsh knocking sounded at the door. “Little girl, you are going to be in very big trouble,” he growled. “Open this door, right now.”
Alina panicked. She needed to get away. Her eyes darted across the room, landing on the small closet. Grabbing her plush bear, she huddled inside, wrapping her arms around her knees and trying to quiet her tears.
Shutting the closet door, she was finally alone. But it was dark, and scary. She felt herself going small again, felt her thumb drift to her mouth.
“Fuck,” said a muffled voice. “Alina, stand back, I’m coming in.”
There was a loud bang. Alina shrieked, covering her ears with her hands. More tears dribbled down her cheeks.
“Alina!” The voice sounded panicked.
Suddenly, a bright light streamed into the closet. Alina looked up, squinting.
“Oh, baby girl,” Aleksander cooed. He crouched down next to her. “You poor thing. Just got to be too much for you, did it? My little girl is feeling overwhelmed?”
Alina sniffled.
“Come here. Come to daddy.”
His sweet, honeyed words turned her brain to mush. That was the only explanation she could think of for why she found her arms reaching wide, begging to be lifted up into his arms.
“ That’s it, Daddy’s got you.”
He wrapped her up in his arms.
“It’s Daddy’s fault really. I should have been more clear.”
Should have been more clear… Alina tried to decipher what he meant.
“You are mine, Alinochka. ” His voice was deep and rumbling. Alina felt a flutter in her core.
“I own you,” he said.
Alina drew in a sharp breath.
“Let me show you,” he said.
Placing Alina on the bed, he pulled off her pajama bottoms, and lifted the top over her head, before removing his own shirt.
“What are you doing?” Alina whined. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared, little one. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”
It did little to ease her nerves.
“Spread your legs for me.”
When she did not comply, he separated them himself.
“So wet for me already,” he hummed in approval, gazing at her core. “Don’t move.”
Reaching for his pants, he quickly undid the belt buckle.
Alina looked away.
“Don’t be scared, baby girl. It’ll be over soon.”
Alina whimpered, trying to scoot backwards, but he gripped her thighs too tightly.
“Shhh, it’s okay.”
Without warning, he slammed into her in one hard thrust.
Alina cried out, in both pleasure and pain.
“Fuck. I knew you would feel like this,” he said, grunting.
Alina was lying on her back over the edge of the bed while Aleksander rammed into her. Her ears filled with the sound of their bodies moving against each other.
Alina felt like she could not speak. She had a tendency to withdraw into herself, going mute when she was scared, or confused.
“Here baby, here’s your bear.” Aleksander reached across the bed and placed the plushie in her arms.
Alina clutched it to her chest, rubbing her cheek into the soft fur.
She gasped as Aleksander seemed to go deeper, hitting all the right places inside of her. She squirmed in pleasure.
“Stay still, baby. I know, I know.”
It was too much, the pleasure and the painful stretch of her body around his cock.
She felt herself heading toward that blissful release, her back arching. “Daddy,” she cried.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he ground out. “My perfect girl.”
The orgasm hit her, shattering her like glass.
“Fucking mine,” he hissed. “I’m never letting you go.”
She felt him come inside her in a gush of warmth. I could get pregnant, she thought. Aleksander grunted in pleasure.
Alina had never been one to cry after sex, but perhaps this occasion was different. She felt empty, used. But at the same time, she was cherished. She cried at the dichotomy of it all. Never letting you go , he said. Would she ever see her friends again? Her school? Her life?
“Shhh, I know,” he whispered, holding her close like a baby. “You were so good for me, Alina. So good for Daddy.” He reached for her thumb and placed it into her mouth.
“Daddy will be right back,” he said. When he came back, he held a damp washcloth, a sippy cup full of water, and a pink plush blanket.
“Drink,” he ordered, pressing the spout to her lips.
Alina obliged, sucking down big gulps of the cool water.
When she was done, he took the blanket and wrapped her up like she was a baby. A little bundle of Alina.
Pressing the bundle to his bare chest, he hummed softly.
“Hush little baby."
She was well and truly fucked.
“Daddy’s got you.”