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I nodded, but my response was met with a disapproving “tick tick.”
“Use your words, princess. Are you going to help Daddy blow his load tonight?”
“Y–Yes, Daddy.” The emerging arousal of touching myself while listening to his velvety voice made me trip over my words, and those slight tingles between my legs started to turn into full on throbs.
“That’s my girl. Daddy says, use both hands and spread your panties to the side.”
I reached down, eyes still closed with ecstasy on the horizon, and exposed myself to him.
“Fuck. Daddy says touch yourself.”
He approved my movements with another audible growl, and this time he didn’t hold back on his stroking. He stroked fast and hard, with his hand going from base to tip and back again as his low moans cloaked the air. I didn’t need to see him to know he was on the verge. The strain in his words as he said my username aloud let me know. Everything about this was so freeing, and I wholeheartedly took advantage of the opportunity. We were just two people giving in to our most primal desires, and although I wished upon the stars for my first few sexual experiences to be with the guy I had a crush on since ninth grade, all of those hopes and dreams dissolved into the air the moment this stranger made me call him Daddy.
“Do you want to come with Daddy, birthday girl?”
I bit my bottom lip and slowly let it release. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Daddy says, count down from 5. Now.”
My fingers went into overdrive, and I circled my now sensitive nub rapidly until that familiar sensation crept up my spine. I remembered when it first happened, the first time my stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster, and I wanted it never to end.
I let a small whimper drip off my lips and counted, “5…4…3…2…1.”
The room went silent for several seconds; then his voice bellowed a loud, long, drawn-out moan as he finished himself. His carnal song aided in my release as well, and once I came down, I wanted nothing more than to desperately open my eyes to see the man who had just taken me on this wild ride. The computer beeped, and my eyes shot open. The only thing staring me in the face was a blank screen with the run time of our video call. I grabbed my tank top and pulled it over my head before running the mouse over the piggy bank in the corner, and my heart dropped in my stomach but not from sadness. I had no idea what the coins equated to in dollars, but the sheer amount he left me was enough to know it wasn’t chump change. The computer dinged again, and the message icon lit up.
Birthday girl,
You made Daddy’s night 100% better. Maybe we’ll meet again one day, but until then, sweet dreams.
-Daddy
Four Days Later
It had been four days, and I couldn’t get the little mink out of my head. Torn between logging back in to request a private session and just stroking my cock for the time being. How could one girl make me feel like the villain and the hero because that’s how she’s made me feel? Like a sick fuck, but fuck me because I wanted to see her again. No, I needed to see her again.
“What can I get you?” The waitress asked as she stared down at me.
I'd spent the last twenty minutes thinking about the mysterious girl that I forgot to look at the menu. I glanced, bypassing the cute little salads, and paused at the burger section.
“I’ll take a double cheeseburger with the works.” I closed the menu and slid it across the table. “Thanks.”
Either she didn’t hear me, or I was speaking gibberish because she gave me an inconspicuous look. “The works?”
I gave her a blank look, hoping a lightbulb would click, but apparently, the lights were permanently off. “The works. Cheese, lettuce, ketchup….” I let my words trail off, hoping I wouldn’t have to keep going as I leaned forward.
Her lips dipped into a smile, and the loose lightbulb clicked into place. She turned on her bushy tail heels and headed toward the back. I watched as she walked off. She had a pep in her step, and her pigtails swung in the air like a kite. Little miss sunshine caught the attention of a few construction guys at a nearby table, but the only thing her presence did was make me ache for my birthday girl.
I ate my burger quickly, mainly because I wanted to get the hell out of this airy-looking cafe, but I couldn’t stand the stares. Between the group of girls sitting at the far booth and the computer geeks crowded at a large round table. A handful of guys stared me down as if they were trying to pierce my soul with their glare. They knew who I was; no surprise there. I had a hunch to tell them to take a picture because it would last longer, but getting into a brawl in this small town wouldn’t be doing me any favors.
The waitress brought the bill and thanked me for eating at Estelle's Cafe. I wiped the leftover ketchup from my mouth and tossed a few twenties down on the receipt before picking up the to-go coffee the waitress set aside for me. The men’s interest only peaked when I stood, and I made it a point to take the long way out of the cafe putting the logo on my polo in their direct line of sight. My lips tipped into a smirk, and I raised my cowboy hat to my head. They hated me, but in all honestly, they should be thanking me.
I’m their boss and the owner of the construction company building the new Stonebridge Resort. In other words, I’m the son of a bitch signing their checks and paying their bills. The hot air slapped me in the face when I stepped onto the pavement. Heat I could do, the humidity not so much. My phone vibrated, and I reached behind me to retrieve my phone. As expected, it was my executive assistant letting me know some important documents were faxed to the on-site office. I started to reply, but my actions were frozen when I saw a girl who looked just like my little cam princess.
Same height, same curvy build, and same chestnut shoulder-length hair. I waited, anticipation running through my veins like a broken dam. With one foot out the door and one hand on the steering wheel, I was ready to pounce on her the moment I confirmed it was her, but once she turned, I slouched and sliced my gaze back to my phone.Fuck, I need help. Why would I even think she would even be in the same town as me? She’s a cam girl, for fucks sake.
For such a small town, the traffic was terrible. I inched closer to the street I needed to turn onto when my manners got the best of me. I let a man turn in front of me from the adjacent street and, within five minutes, immediately regretted it. The front of my truck smashed into the back of his crossover, sending my coffee propelling into my steering wheel and onto my jeans. Annoyed and pissed off, I hopped out of my truck, ignoring the burning sting from my cup of Joe.
“Hey, asshole,” I shouted as I stomped to his driver’s side door.
