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Chapter 4
"So..." Claire asked. "Are you sure you don't want me to hold your keys?"
Robert stood frozen. His throat was dry. His cock was leaking, at the sight of his daughter with his chastity keys in hand.
"I'm going to keep them right here, nice and safe," said Claire. And she leaned over to the coffee table and lifted up the lid of the bell jar. The dip in her back, and the swell of her breasts beneath her tight tank top, were impossible to ignore as she moved. She placed the tiny keys gently on a pedestal, and then put the glass lid back in place. She pressed a button, and then a light at the base of the bell jar turned red, to show that it was locked.
Robert's heart was a brick in his chest. The keys were so close. "I..." he muttered. His cheeks were red. "Claire, did you call your aunt Sophie? What..."
Brooke giggled, from where she lay on the couch. Her hand was still working slowly beneath the hem of her shorts, and now Robert was one hundred percent certain that she was masturbating. She rolled her hips as he met her eye, and bit her lip.
"I know it's what you want, daddy," said Claire. "And now they're here. You're welcome."
"I don't...I kept telling you..."
Claire only smiled sweetly. "You failed the test," she said, and she glanced pointedly to the empty picture frame in the corner of the room.
"Oh, I bet you were
so
excited to stroke yourself to that picture," Brooke laughed. "I wish I could have been there."
Robert blushed again. His cock throbbed.
Claire shot her girlfriend a scolding glance, but then turned back to Robert with determination in her gaze. "It doesn't matter," she said. "I'm not mad. But it's obvious what you want. And now you have it. Your keys are right here, and Brooke and I can decide when to let you out."
Robert's gaze went to the bell jar again. And to the red light glowing beneath his keys.
"Not today," Claire said sympathetically. "I think that one day is a fair trade, for all the extra work you forced us to go through. If I'm going to be your keyholder, I think that it's important for us to be honest with each other. Don't you think?"
Robert had brokered deals worth millions of dollars, under threat of losing his job. He had faced down furious business partners and client threatening to ruin him. But right now, with his daughter speaking so boldly about her hold over his orgasms, was the first time in his life that he found himself truly speechless. So he closed his mouth tight, and walked through the kitchen, intent on hiding upstairs until the world ended.
"Not so fast, mister Decker," Brooke said, interrupting his flight. "Could you put the picture back?"
Robert froze. Brooke was still touching herself. Gently. Slowly. Enjoying the show before her. And shame-facedly, Robert took the picture of the girls in their bikinis carefully out of his breast pocket, and went to place it back in its frame. He could feel their eyes upon him the entire time, but he refused to look at either of them.
"Thank you, daddy," Claire said softly. And then, as he turned to go upstairs again, she called after him. "Things don't have to change too much," she said. "We'll both have to adjust a bit. But if you're good..."
The sound of his daughter saying the worst
if you're good
was nearly enough to make Robert pass out, on his way up the stairs.
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He didn't go back downstairs for dinner. Instead, he sat motionless on his bed as the evening passed, consumed in his own thoughts and with his cock aching at the memory of coming so close to orgasm.
How could I have been so stupid?
he wondered.
Of COURSE they were messing with me.
His thoughts turned to panic again, as he wondered what other games the girls had played. Did they know he had gone through their bedroom, and seen all of their sex toys? Had they set up a camera to watch him, or arranged some way of telling which drawers he had snooped through? It would hardly take a genius to set up something like that.
Maybe if I call Sophie...
he considered.
Maybe the clinic will come and take the keys back, if they know that Claire's not twenty-one, and that Sophie doesn't actually live here.
But the dream died as soon as he thought it. He and his sister hadn't spoken in years. And for how he knew Sophie controlled her husband, and her son, and the authority that she let her own daughter wield over both, Robert knew that she would only laugh if he called her begging for her to help him get his keys back from Claire.
It's going to be alright
he told himself.
Claire is reasonable. She won't let Brooke take over the house. She won't make me give her all my money. She's not that strong-willed, or that stubborn.
But that's why she WANTED the keys
another part of him thought.
She wants to learn to be more confident. More controlling. More fit to be a keyholder in this world where all the most successful women are able to walk all over the men around them. So she's only going o get worse.
He shuddered.
Not if I lay down the law
he insisted, against the doubt in his mind.
If I put my foot down...if I let her have some control but refuse to let things go too far...
But even now, his balls were churning and he knew he would do nearly anything to be unlocked. Anything at all. What hope did he have, in maintaining any level of control against Claire when she held all the power?
I'm her father. She's not going to FORCE me to do anything. If I tell her NO, she won't know what to do.
