“Yes, Daddy.”
He brushes his thumb along my cheekbone once. "Good girl."
There it is again.
"Goodnight, Anthony."
"Goodnight." He steps back. Unhurried. Completely in control of himself.
I go inside. I am not completely in control of myself. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’m going to need more than kisses and stat.
What is wrong with me? I’ve never had sex on the first date. I’ve never had sex with a man I’ve only known for a week. But here we are… me wanting to run down the hallway and jump his bones.
I take a cold shower. Because I wouldn’t be able to function in the mood I was in.
I send the pitch as ordered with the revised rates and then text the group chat.
MAYA: He said 'good girl' again and I can’t stand it.
EMILY: MAYA.
LILY: STOP.
MADISON: How did it sound?
MAYA: Like everything I've ever read about it except completely different because it was real and it was him.
HOLLY: I knew it. I knew he was a Daddy from the moment Justin described him to me.
AMBER: What was the context?
MAYA: He told me to send the pitch and sleep and then kissed me against my door and then said it.
LILY: Kissed you against your DOOR? You couldn’t have led with that?
EMILY: He kissed her against her door and then told her to do her homework.
MADISON: That is the most Daddy Dom thing I have ever heard in my life.
MAYA: It was.
MAYA: It really was.
CHLOE: How do you feel?
MAYA: Like something clicked into place. Like a lock that I had but had no key for and now there's a key.
HOLLY: Yes. That's it. That's exactly it.
EMILY: We love this for you.
LILY: We love HIM for you.
MADISON: Did you send the pitch?
MAYA: I sent the pitch.
MADISON: Good girl.
