I sat gingerly on the edge of the pink bed, wearing only the fresh diaper Mateo had fastened on me after my shower and the oversized t-shirt Jax had pulled over my head with something almost like tenderness. The collar was back around my neck—a new one, identical to the one I’d destroyed. The buckle felt cool against my skin, not letting me forget who I belonged to now.
My mind kept replaying snippets of what had happened—Jax’s belt cracking across my skin, Mateo’s cock stretching my bottom impossibly wide, Rudy’s massive hands gripping my thighs as Irode him. A distant voice tried to whisper that I shouldn’t enjoy the memories, that I shouldn’t take the slightest bit of pride in them, but the warmth in my chest told a very different story.
Indeed, instead of horror I felt a strange calm. I felt centered. As if something inside me had finally clicked into place.
“You’re not making any sense,” I whispered to myself, running my fingers through my still-damp hair. “You need to get out of here.”
But did I? The question rose unbidden in my mind. What was waiting for me outside these walls? More drug dealing? More bad decisions? More running from the consequences of my actions?
Here, at least, I understood the rules. Behave, and earn privileges. Disobey, and face punishment. There was a clarity to it that my life had lacked for so long.
I heard the lock click, and my heart jumped as the door swung open. Jax entered, carrying something small and white in his hands. His expression was unreadable as he approached the bed.
“How are you feeling, Little Lulu?” he asked, his voice gentler than I’d expected.
“Sore,” I admitted, my cheeks heating at the memory of why.
He nodded, sitting beside me on the bed. “That’s to be expected. But it was necessary for you to understand what happens when you run away from your daddies.”
“I understand,” I whispered, surprised to find I meant it.
Jax studied my face, his gray eyes searching mine for something. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him, because he smiled slightly. “I believe you do.”
He held out what he’d been carrying—the frilly white panties with the delicate white lace trim. I felt my cheeks heat up again as I recognized them, and remembered their most important feature: the opening in the back and the button that only Daddy was allowed to touch. “Despite your escape attempt, and indeed because of the independence and quick thinking you showed, you’ve earned these.”
I stared at the panties, confused by the unexpected reward. “But I ran away. I… I cut my collar.”
“Yes,” Jax agreed, “and you were punished for those transgressions. But you also showed resourcefulness and intelligence with your aluminum foil shield. That deserves recognition.”
I reached out hesitantly, taking the panties from his hand. “Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered, feeling a strange flush of pride at his praise.
“You’re welcome, baby girl,” he said, his large hand coming to rest on my knee. “Before you put them on, though, I need to ask you some questions about your escape attempt.”
My stomach tightened with anxiety. “Questions?”
“Yes.” His eyes hardened slightly, his gaze so intense I had to look away. “Why did you run, Little Lulu? What was your plan?”
I swallowed hard, the panties clutched tightly in my trembling hands. “I… I was scared of what I heard. At dinner. With Oscar and Viktor.”
“Tell me exactly what you heard,” Jax pressed, his thumb rubbing small circles on my knee.
“You were talking about the conference,” I said, my voice small and shaky. “About using girls like me as… as bait for drug distributors. You said something about ‘eliminating’ competition.”
Jax’s expression remained impassive, but I thought I detected something calculating behind his eyes. “And what did you think that meant?”
I took a deep breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I thought you were planning to kill them. The distributors. I wanted to… to tell someone. To stop it.”
To my surprise, Jax’s face softened. He reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face with unexpected gentleness.
“Little Lulu,” he said quietly, “I need to tell you something important. Something I couldn’t tell you before now.”
I looked up at him, confusion replacing my fear. “What?”
“You’ve been enrolled in the Selecta Corrections Bad Girl Program,” he said, his voice taking on an official tone I hadn’t heard before. “I’m not actually a drug boss. I’m undercover.”
I stared at him, unable to process what he was saying. “What? But… the drugs, Charlie, the dealers…”
“All part of a long-term operation,” Jax explained. “The conference isn’t about killing anyone. It’s about arresting them. We’re going to take down Oscar, Viktor, and their entire distribution network in one coordinated operation.”
