Mind Games: The Obsession of Dr Lewis

Chapter 23

Daisy

The park was quiet this evening, but I preferred to avoid seeing people. It broke the bubble I was in. Daddy might be a hardass, but over the weeks and months, I noticed he always put me first in everything he did. No one had ever done that for me before.

“We should get a dog, Daddy,” I said, clutching his hand tightly before I tried to play my pity card. “I always wanted a pet, but my incubator wouldn't let me. I was so desperate I would bring bugs and insects in from the garden and hide them in my room.”

“Hmm, sure. A guard dog would be good for the house,” he said, giving me his sensible opinion.

“Uh, I was thinking about a cute, manageable dog, not one that I could ride like a horse,” I said with a frown.

“You won't be riding anyone but me,” he said with a chuckle before he let go of my hand and held my waist.

I grinned and leaned into him to put my arm around him.

“Of course, Daddy.”

Suddenly, someone bumped into me, and before I knew it, Daddy pushed me towards the bushes. I stumbled off the narrow path and onto the grass. By the time I turned around, Daddy was confronting the guy.

“She should have been watching where she was walking,” the guy said.

He wore casual clothes and looked a little scruffy, but I recognised his aggressive attitude. He was the type to be carrying a knife. My heart pounded in fear. If anything happened to Daddy, I would fucking stab that bastard myself.

Daddy calmly sucker-punched him in the face, and the man dropped onto the open field. Daddy sat on him and began to use his head as a punching bag.

“No one fucking touches my girl,” he said in between his speedy punches.

I moved a little closer until I saw the man’s bloody face. He groaned at one point before he lost consciousness, but Daddy was still punching him until my knickers became wet.

There was something wrong with me if violence turned me on, but I couldn't break it down because I wanted Daddy to fuck me.

I gripped Daddy’s shoulder as his arm was poised to punch him again, but he turned to look at me. My heart skipped a beat at the murderous look of rage blazed in his eyes before he looked me up and down.

“Are you okay? I pushed you—”

“I’m fine, Daddy, but let's get the fuck out of here before you have to knock out any witnesses,” I said, cutting him off, but I dug my fingers into his shoulder.

Daddy stood up, but I saw his bloody hand. Before I could check it for cuts, he stuffed it into his pocket and grabbed my arm. We began to walk towards the exit, and neither of us looked back at the man.

“If I had a dog, I could have thrown it at him,” I said as we sped towards his house.

He grunted but didn't say anything. I could feel the tension in his body as we walked. Daddy slowed down once we were a few blocks from the park.

“I didn't mean for you to see that, baby,” Daddy said slowly as he rubbed my back.

I glanced at him because he had chosen his words carefully. His hands moved from my back to my waist.

“I thought it was hot, Daddy,” I said before I paused. “No one’s protected me before. You're the only one. My own mother refused to believe me when I told her that her husband had been fucking me for four years.”

I didn't feel anything but disgust when I spoke about Violet. Because of that bitch I had to put up with three more years of Tom’s abuse. Her trial wasn't for another six or seven months, but I wanted her to rot in jail. I wanted her to sit in a cell and ruminate the way I did for years. The way I almost destroyed myself because of that nasty bitch.

“Do you think you could be Violet’s psychiatrist in jail so you can fuck with her head?” I asked as the wicked idea hit me because I knew Daddy could be a vicious bastard when he wanted to be.

Daddy stopped walking, and I turned to see what the problem was. He grabbed my ass and began to maul my mouth. I didn't know what got into him, but I jumped up onto his thighs. He caught my ass and pulled me up until I could wrap my legs around him.

I hope that meant yes.

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“Mmm, I’m so stuffed. How can you cook like a chef, Daddy? You do it so quickly, but it always tastes amazing. You know, I’m kind of jealous,” I said as I rubbed my belly.

Daddy smiled at me, and my eyes dropped to his injured knuckles. They had scabbed over now, but he caught the other man’s teeth, so it would take a few more days to heal.

“Why are you jealous?”

“I can't cook anything nice for you in return. Most of my food was ready-made meals or straight-up junk food. No one taught me how to cook, and when I tried, I found cooking for one was depressing.”

“Baby, I love feeding you. Look how nicely your sweet ass has filled out,” he said playfully before grabbing a handful of my ass.

He also loved spanking it with the ‘Daddy’s Cum Slut’ paddle. I wiggled on his lap just thinking about it.

“I love you, Daddy,” I said softly as I put my head on the crook of his neck. “I’ve never loved another person before. Thank you for everything, Daddy. You gave me everything I needed and more.”

“My sweet girl. I've been waiting for you to tell me,” he said as he pulled my pigtail to the side. “Daddy will always love you until my very last breath.”

A single tear rolled down my cheek because, for the first time, I believed his words of love for me. We didn't have therapy sessions daily anymore because I didn't need as many. Daddy forced me into a position where I had to learn about my brain and its function.

All the books and time he gave me had been crucial for my progress. He never locked me away again, but I wasn't sure if it would have bothered me if he did. He nurtured me in a way that healed a significantly damaged part of me.

Daddy wiped my cheek. He never missed a thing.

“I’ve got you a new necklace, so you will always remember,” he murmured, then stroked my cheek.

I perked up with excitement, and Daddy laughed. The happiness on his face warmed my heart because it reflected my own.