Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
It’s a different notification sound than the regular one, and Josh clocks it straight off, raising his eyebrows.
“Someone’s keen,” he says. “That’s top priority. Maybe they’ve just realised you’re back from Oz.”
I dump my towel straight onto the worktop when I see the text window.
Oh my God, it’s Daddy. User 762. The guy who gave me a serious bout of morning after syndrome last time I had to leave his place and say goodbye. It seems a lifetime ago, but the memories are back in a flash.
Daddy was so hot. So forbidden, and dirty. Enough to make my heart flutter along with my pussy. I dressed up in a school uniform for him, and played his filthy game like a good little girl. Or rather a naughty little girl. Daddy gave me a damn good spanking for ‘writing smut in my notebook’. Jeez, that client put some effort into setup and roleplay, and I gave him what he wanted. I turned out to be quite a competent actress in pigtails and cute white panties.
“Good offer, then?” Josh asks as he sees the smile on my face. He stirs our coffees as I flick through the text again.
“Yeah, it’s cool,” I tell him. “It’s a client I’ve seen before. Daddy play.”
Josh’s eyes are piercing as he hands over my drink.
“I guess you liked your daddy an awful lot, since you look like you’ve scored a lottery win.”
My eyes pierce his right back. We said no lies, and I meant it. No secrets, no illusions, no holding back.
I’ve already been through the initial round of stomach squicks while Josh was out fucking someone else, but he’s yet to experience it. My proposals don’t start up again in earnest until after I’ve moved into my new apartment.
That was the plan, anyway…
“It’s hardly a lottery win,” I say. “But I’m excited, yeah. User 762 was one of my earliest clients, and I really wasn’t expecting the roleplay to be so convincing. Seriously, it was epic. I’m glad I get the chance to playact with him again. It was roleplay to the max.”
I make sure the emphasis is on playacting, because it’s what this is. Daddy isn’t my daddy – clearly, that would be absolutely gross – and Daddy’s perfect suburban life in Wrenshaw has nothing on Belgravia. And nothing on my newly forming life with Josh.
Things were different back then, when I was right at the beginning of my new career. In the aftermath of that session, I’d have gladly packed up my suitcase and moved in with Daddy for good, but not anymore. Not a chance.
I just hope Josh truly realises that. I hope he gets through his fears like I did.
There’s silence between us, and I get it, I feel it. After my cascade of stomach lurches while Josh was out on a proposal, I know how his reactions must be thumping inside him. Only his stomach lurching cascades must be worse than mine after Amy. He got ditched for a client, after all, not just some skanky little groupie.
“I’m not in love with Daddy, don’t worry,” I tell Josh, trying to put him at ease. “He makes a really good chicken casserole, but he’s shit with coffee. In fact, he didn’t even let me have any, it was juice or nothing. Plus, he doesn’t have a purple streak in his hair.” I put my mug on the side and wrap my arms around his waist, peppering his collarbone with kisses before I carry on talking. “He hasn’t got a Jacob’s ladder, and he isn’t a patch on you with his tongue, but that’s the very least of it.” I pepper some more kisses. “He doesn’t laugh like you, he doesn’t smile like you, he doesn’t mean a single word he says. He’s not you, Josh, and he’ll never come close, so don’t worry about it, ok?”
He smiles. “Ok. I’m sure I’ll entertain myself. How long is the session?”
Oh fuck. This might burst his bubble. I take a breath before I answer.
“It’s an all-nighter. Fourteen hours.”
“An all-nighter?” His eyes open wide. “Jesus, ok. And it’s daddy play? You’ll be a good little girl, ready for bedtime, I’m guessing? Not a whore on the floor.”
Josh knows the drill. I mean, he would do, since he’s been in the business a lot longer than I have. He’s a virtual encyclopaedia of fetish kinks. He knows this isn’t the kind of all-nighter where I’m ploughed like a slut for fourteen hours straight. I’ll be in someone else’s arms while they hold me tight, which in some ways is kinda worse. More emotional.
“Yeah, it’s a bedtime scenario.” I pause, then scan the text for the third time running. “There’s something else about it, too. Something I haven’t done before.”
“Go on.”
It feels weird to say it out loud.