I stare at myself in the mirror, smoothing down my pleated skirt. The metal chafes against my thigh under the fabric. A secret I keep hidden, locked away. Anyone who sees my uniform would think of purity, innocence. If they only knew.
It’s Daddy’s birthday today. My boyfriend’s father. It still feels strange to say that out loud. Jake and I have been seeing each other for months now, ever since that night he found me passed out on the kitchen floor after too many cocktails. Daddy took care of me, wiped my tears, stroked my hair. I remember his hands, so strong and sure.
Things just…happened after that. Fumbling in the dark, his weight pressing me into the carpet. I was a virgin then. He was my first. He’s the only one who knows I’m untouched in other ways too. My tight little petals trapped by the lock only he has the key to.
“Come on Maddox, we’re waiting for you!” Jake calls from downstairs.
I adjust my glasses and head down. Daddy meets my eye as I enter the living room. His gaze drags over my body, undressing me. I fight a shiver.
“Happy Birthday Daddy!” I sing out. Bending to kiss his cheek, my skirt rides up. I feel his hand on my lower back, hooking possessively under the fabric. My heart drums fast.
We all head out for dinner. Jake keeps shooting me annoyed glances, but my whole focus is on the heat of Daddy’s thigh pressed to mine under the table. Every brush of his leg sends sparks through my nerves.
The night drags. I’m so aware of Daddy’s presence beside me. Finally we’re heading home.
“Thanks for the birthday dinner kids,” Daddy says with a grin. “How about we open presents?”
Jake’s jaw tightens. “I’ve got a big test tomorrow. I should hit the books.”
“Aw come on son,” Daddy says. “Take a break. Maddox and I will open them for you!”
Jake’s shoulders stiffen but he says nothing. He stalks off to his room, slamming the door. Daddy’s eyes meet mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
I help him open the presents, leaning into his side. He rests a hand on my knee, squeezing gently. I suppress a whimper.
“Well, this has been fun,” I say, moving to leave. “Walk me to the door?”
Daddy follows me, crowding into my space as we pause by the entrance. “You forgot something,” he murmurs, voice low. He holds up the small, gleaming key.
I flush hotly, reaching for it. “Oh yes, I did. Gotta remember my chastity lock.”
His eyes darken, grip on my wrist tightening. “Is it really chastity, baby? Or just something to tease me with?”
I wet my lips, staring up at him through my lashes. “Find out,” I breathe, placing the key in his palm and curling his fingers around it.
Then I slip out the door, letting it latch behind me. I press a hand to my racing heart.
This is going to be fun.