Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
But now is not about Heath. It’s about the fourteen hours ahead of me, and the incredible time I’m going to have playing with my daddy until morning.
I’m buzzing as I call the cab to take me to Wrenshaw. I bounce up and down before I hug my boyfriend goodbye, filled with the joys of life.
“Have a good time, baby,” Josh says.
“Same to you. Make sure you get that fist in as far as it will go. Your kinky painslut will have missed you, just like Daddy’s missed me.”
“He’d better have. I’ll be punishing him if he hasn’t.” Josh wraps me in his warm arms. “He’ll know I’ve missed him, too. I’ve got quite a sweet spot for the dirty bastard.” He lets me go. “Now, get home to your daddy. And be the naughtiest little girl you can be.”
I twiddle a pigtail and strike a girly pose. “Naughty? Moi?”
Josh laughs. “He’ll be ecstatic to see you again. Can’t wait to see the smile on your face in the morning.”
I love how secure Josh is in our relationship, just as I am. He has no qualms whatsoever about talking about another man having a full night of playtime with me. No concerns whatsoever that another man has been missing my filthy proposals and roleplay skills, and looking forward to me coming back on The Agency market again. Even after the trials and trauma of the road behind us, nothing has changed on that score. I feel the same about him. I love the fact he is an entertainer. A hardcorer aiming for the five-star review every time. Just like me.
I’m going to earn another one this evening. I’m all set for the challenge.
It’s like I’m playing Dungeons and Dragons on the cab ride, refreshing myself on the story I’ve concocted about sweet little Holly and what she’s been up to on her college trip. I could go with the naughty boys angle, but something feels off about that. What I want is to show my adoration for Daddy. I want him to see the genuine relief in my eyes as his little girl gets home.
Holly has been a good girl this trip. She’s been a well behaved student, missing her daddy so bad, she’s hardly been able to stand it. Naughty boys tried it on, of course they did, but I was having none of it. Not even a sneaky kiss.
The spring in my step has risen to another level when the cab drops me off down the street from User 762’s place. Daddy’s girl has become a part of life to me. I’ve even missed his casserole.
I click Arrived on the app, and jeez, my heart is truly thumping as I approach his stunning big house in the suburbs.
The front door is open, sweetheart. Welcome home.
I haven’t messed around for this proposal. Not only have I brought my schoolgirl bag with me, slung over my shoulder. I also packed a random suitcase, wheeling it along behind me, like I really am returning after a trip away.
“Daddy!” I shout as soon as I’m through the door, kicking my shoes off. “Daddy, I’m home!”
When my client appears on the staircase, he takes my breath away. Memories are awesome, but they never compare to the real time thump of joy when you see someone you’re aching for. Daddy’s gorgeous salt and pepper flecks are to die for over the deep brown of his hair. His stare is addictive as his eyes hold onto mine, and the happiness in my heart is for real. There is a truth under this roleplay. Two people who really do want a night together, all money aside.
Without hesitation, I dash to the bottom of the staircase, my smile beaming as I hold out open arms.
“Daddy, I’ve missed you so bad! I wanted to call so many times, but I wasn’t allowed. I wanted to come home!”
My client holds me tight, swaying as he kisses the top of my head, embracing his little girl. This reconciliation feels so real.
I look up at Holly’s devoted father. His beard is immaculate, as always. He’s suited, like he’s fresh back from work, and it gives me tingles.
“Come on, my darling girl,” he says. “Let’s get you seated. You must be exhausted.”
I see him side eye my suitcase, noting the effort I’ve put in. I see the sparkle in his smile.
Following him through to the kitchen is second nature. Taking a seat at the white gloss breakfast bar feels normal, and I spin on my stool, kicking out my feet in glee to be back with him.
I sigh, and rest my chin on my elbow after my spin. I give a thank you as he presents me with a glass of juice, and glug some down as he watches me.
“Tell me all about it,” Daddy says. “I want to hear everything. Every little detail.”