Alexa shook her head. That was impossible. A piece of jewellery couldn’t have that much power over someone.

“Don’t believe me? Let me show you that it works.” Daddy dropped his hand from her neck and swept his gaze down her body, a hungry look in his blue eyes. Suddenly, Alexa felt naked in her black tank top and grey shorts. “Alexa, get naked.”

“What?” Alexa gasped even as her hands moved to the hem of her top.

She tried to stop her hands, but they ignored her mental command and continued to peel her top up and off her body. She felt like a prisoner in her own flesh, watching herself push her shorts down her creamy thighs, then her purple panties next. Then she straightened, totally naked in front of her father.

“Good girl,” Daddy said. His stare was like a physical touch, sliding inappropriately all over her body before fixating on her bare breasts. On instinct, Alexa crossed her arms over her chest to shield herself from Daddy’s dirty gaze but he shook his head. “Alexa, don’t hide yourself from me. Show me your body.”

With the swift, robotic movements of a marching soldier, her arms snapped from her chest to her sides. Alexa fought to lift them to her chest again but it was as if the command center in her brain had been turned off.

Usurped.

“Daddy, why are you doing this to me?” Alexa asked, her voice trembling.

“It’s not about what I’m doing to you,” he said, caressing her cheek again. “This is about what you’re going to do for me. You see, time after time, you give me nothing but displeasure, Alexa. With obedience training, you will learn to please me instead.”