She felt a knot in her stomach. Only one person on earth ever called her Kathy. Everyone else referred to her as Kat. Reluctantly, she turned in the d...rection of the voice.“Dad? What are you doing here?”“I might ask the same thing of you, young lady,” he replied with a chuckle. At the age of fifty two, he was still in great condition. His black hair was now sprinkled with touches of silver but that only served to make him look distinguished.“Oh, I’m so sorry Dad. I don’t know how I got myself. She tried to rise up again, but was pushed back by the invisible force. The button of her jeans flew open and her blouse was pulled down, trapping her arms. She felt a hand reach behind her neck to pull her up. The collar of the blouse was yanked down to below her elbows, which were now quite effectively tied behind her back. The front clasp of her bra sprung apart and the garment added to the restriction, further trapping her. Rachel had enjoyed the mild S&M she had shared with Jim. Nothing. I couldn't help but remember Nikki's questions from the afternoon as I was engulfed in dad's hug. I'd never felt quite this warm or protected with any of my boyfriends."Do you like Greg daddy?" I asked softly.It took a second before dad answered. "Yeah, he's an okay guy," he finally conceded tentatively."What if he asked you if he could marry me?" WHAAAAAAT! You're not--" Of course not. I just wondered what you'd say," I answered with a shy grin."Do you love him?"Surprisingly it was an easy. ”“They don’t?”He sighed, “no, they don’t.”I pressed him, “So reward and punishment, that’s how you secure a man’s loyalty?”“No. That’s the first step, the most simple one. Money and pain only go so far, and by so far I mean they go a pitiful distance. You think I was loyal to Yayim? He blinded me for trying to kill him and then offered me enough money to beggar a lord. I worked for him because it paid well, and he trusted me because I knew enough not to fuck with him. Yet I cared not about his.