Leo knocks on your door the next morning

Thankfully you manage to get to your apartment without getting to your apartment, and head straight to the shower. Scrubbing your body clean as well as you can, you don't notice how your attentions seem focussed on your breasts and pussy until an abrupt orgasm sinks you to your knees. Mortified at getting off to what was essentially **** your hurriedly clean up and slip into bed.

Morning finds you naked, the covers tossed off and a big wet spot adorning the bed. You remember dreaming about a hot fuck-session between you and four guys, cumming over and over....

"Oh shit!" you exclaim, sitting up and realizing that you'd been dreaming about Brandon and his friends fucking you at the library.

Hopping off the wet bed you start rushing to the shower to clean up, only to hear the doorbell start ringing.

"Just a minute!" you call out, looking around for your robe. Seeing only the little lingerie robe you'd worn for Jacob a few nights ago you grab it and yank it on over your nakedness.

"Hold on!" you call out to the person pressing insistently at the doorbell.

"Who is..." you stop, staring through the peephole at something blurry. After a moment you realize it's a phone, and on that phone.

Yanking the door open you reach out, grab the person on the other side, and pull them into your apartment, slamming the door and locking it behind them.

"Wow, you must be really hot to see me," Leo smirks, ignoring your glare.

"What the hell are you doing with... that?" you gesture at the smartphone, loudly broadcasting a lot of enthusiastic groans that could only be sex. Not just any sex, but you from last night.

"I though you might want to see your handiwork," he says absently, looking around your apartment. "Wow, nice place you've got here. Guess daddy's still paying for anything you want," he says, eyes dropping to your breasts.

Tugging your robe tighter around your body you try to ignore that it stops only a few inches below your ass and do your best to glare at him.

"Give me the video."

"No."

"No?" you stare at him, non-plussed. No one says no to you. Not your boyfriend, not your daddy, not even your teachers.

You try again. "I want the video, Leo."

"No."

"P-please give me the video," you **** out, the vile words tasting horrible as they cross your tongue.

"Now see? That wasn't so hard was it?" he says, leaning in as if about to kiss you. You hold your ground, your lips even inexplicably parting. Then he grimaces, and waves a hand between your faces. "Phew, that morning breath is ripe. You better go clean up before we talk. Don't worry, I'll entertain myself out here while you make yourself pretty."

Flushing at the insult you try to glare, but the truth is you feel the need to gather yourself, and looking good has always been your armor against the world. Giving him a last haughty look you stride away to the bathroom.

Thinking of him out there in your apartment - which admittedly your daddy does pay for - you go through your morning routine, paying extra attention as you apply your make-up. Looking good has always been a source of pride for you, and you feel determined to make him notice how gorgeous you really are. It's only as you've finished that you remember that you hadn't brought any other clothes in with you other than the robe.

Grimacing, you decide to just hurry past him to the bedroom, and slip it on again, tying it tight before whipping open the door. You sail sail past the couch and into your room, hands already starting to undo the belt before you stop in your tracks.

"What...?" you stare at Leo, who's looking through your closet. Your dresser drawers are agape, making it obvious that he's already looked through them. On the bed you spot a small pile of clothes topped by a pair of shoes.

"Finally! Still, I guess you need all the time you can get to make yourself look decent. I've picked out your clothes. Don't worry about being modest. I've already seen the goods."

"You've... What?" you sputter.

"Dumb as a brick," he sighs, and makes sure to enunciate his words clearly. "I picked out the clothes you are going to wear today."

Snapping your mouth shut in annoyance you draw yourself up, not noticing how it makes the hem of the short robe rise up.

"I am not wearing anything you pick out."

A loud muffled scream of delight pierces the quiet of the room, making you jump before you realize it's coming from the phone.

"Did you tell your boyfriend? Jacob... Wright is it? Did you tell him about last night?" he asks, and you look away. "I didn't think so. Here's the deal. You wear what I tell you to or your boyfriend gets the video. Understood?"