Daddy's Home

[about2knowme]

It had been, without a doubt, the very last thing anyone would have expected Deckard Shaw, hardened criminal and internationally wanted killer, to do. But when Namine had fallen almost literally into his life, something inside of him had demanded that he take the young girl in and make her his unofficial ward. Certainly, the authorities would have preferred the term "kidnapped", but he knew he was giving Namine a far easier, more comfortable life than she would have found in any governmental system.

Even if he did have certain demands in return.

He'd texted ahead to let Namine know he was coming home from a job and that he expected everything to be as he required if she was "a good little girl". That meant that the small, but expensively furnished, well secluded house was clean and in order, that Namine was groomed and dressed as he liked, and was waiting and ready to service whatever needs he had on arriving. Sometimes that meant a meal, other times a bath, but most of the time, it meant she needed to be prepared to offer her body to "Daddy". What made the system work so well, Shaw knew, is that he knew Namine liked things exactly that way.

Locking the front door behind him, he announced his arrival. "Darling, I'm home!" he called out, then headed up to the master bedroom where he expected to find his little girl.

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[shadow_heart]

Namine was glad that she had fallen into his care. After being taken by an organization who kept girls called them Nobodies, she only had a future being used by whatever men could afford her for an hour or two. Here, she only belonged to him. She was sure that he had either bought her or had ties to the organization that had kidnapped her but the details didn't matter. He took very good care of her and even though he was still in the process of teaching her exactly he wanted her to do she didn't have any problem giving him her body and doing whatever he told her to. It was worth it to keep a nice home where she had well made clothes and regular meals. Any thought of going back home to her family were distant thoughts when she was with him.

She had spent the day cleaning and grooming herself. He was working hard to make sure that she was well cared for and if he wanted her to be his good little girl she would do that. She dressed in his favorite little outfit for her, complete with stockings, and styled her long hair to be worn down in the style she knew he liked. Just in case he was stressed because of his job she wanted to make sure he was pleased when he came back to her.

She wanted to call out to him when she heard him, but knew that wasn't how she was expected to greet him. So she moved to get into a position where she was resting on her knees right past the bedroom door so she'd be the first thing he saw. Her head was dipped when he entered the room, but she looked up at him when she heard the door close.

"Welcome home, Daddy."