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He types out his response, his muscles shifting with the movements. He’s sitting against a blank wall, so I can’t see his background. Maybe if I could see it I could figure out if he’s at the hotel Isaac said he was staying in.
Daddy555:
Not your fault?
Daddy555:
What happened?
I probably should’ve come up with a better story while I was in the bath, but I didn’t think he’d want details. I thought it would be a quick and dirty chat. A sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy, not tell Daddy how you fucked up.
“I got in trouble for talking during class,” I say. He nods like he’s disappointed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
For a second, I truly believe it’s Isaac by that gesture and expression alone. The amount of times I’ve seen him nod disappointingly, or press his lips together when he’s trying to keep calm is alarming. Mostly, those looks were pointed at Ro, but I’ve definitely been on the receiving end of them. Especially lately.
“But it wasn’t my fault,” I quickly defend, biting my lip. “The boy who sits next to me was pulling my hair.” I slowly lift my skirt up as I speak, trailing my fingers gently over my exposed thighs.
Daddy555:
A boy?
Daddy555:
You’re not allowed to talk to boys. You know that, sweetheart.
The messages come immediately, and a rush of adrenaline shoots through me as if it’s really Isaac scolding me. Even if it's not, I’m definitely getting wetter at the thought of being reprimanded by this stranger.
I nod, my shoulders slumping, remaining in character. “I know.” I swallow roughly, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
The man clicks his tongue but no sound comes through my speakers. He shakes his head, and again, that familiarity plays tricks on me. I know the likelihood of him being Isaac is close to none, yet I still can’t help but fantasize about the possibility.
Daddy555:
I’m very disappointed in you.
Daddy555:
What will you do to make it up to me?
The end of my braid wraps tightly around my finger before I shift to open my legs for him. “I’ll do whatever it takes. You know I don’t like to upset you.”
Daddy555:
Take your panties off. Show me how wet you are for Daddy.
With my heart in my throat, I push to my feet, making sure to keep my face out of view while I shimmy my panties down. When I lift them up, I’m shocked to find them already visibly wet with my arousal.
My hand shakes as I drop back down to my knees and lean forward, showing him the wet spot. His head tips back and I imagine him groaning. I want to see him. See more of him. See all of him.
Daddy555:
Such a naughty girl, already soaked for me.
Daddy555:
Spread your knees wide and show me what I own.
Own?
