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“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
“First of all, babygirl, again, you didn’t ask. I am a professional adult, and I don’t play games, so while you may have whined and hinted and made comments about my whereabouts, I don’t respond to such tactics. Second of all, I’m the Daddy in this relationship, and things don’t always have to be fair. And finally…” He smirked. “I swear you must be the only submissive in the entire city that doesn’t know where I go on a Friday night.”
That… wasn’t the answer I was expecting. “Huh?”
He opened his mouth and for a second I thought for sure he was going to tell me, but just as quickly he closed it and shook his head. “I’ll pick you up at eight. Wear the same outfit you wore for our first date, including the garters and stockings. Make sure your hair is up, and your pussy is shaved. Also… be prepared to take a punishment for attempting to invade my privacy. I’m an honest man, babygirl, and I’ll show you anything you want to see in my phone or on my computer, as well as answering any question you have, but you have to ask. I don’t take hints and I don’t play games.”
My mouth fell open and a shiver ran down my spine. “But where are we going? What are we doing? You said everyone knows, so then… just tell me!”
“Nope.” He helped me off his lap and stood. “It’s lunchtime, babygirl. The delivery should be here any minute. Be a good little submissive and go fetch it, won’t you?”
And just like that I’d been dismissed, but I still couldn’t help but feel that in a way, I’d won.
Archer
My Friday nights, always spent at the club with my friends and business partners, were sacred. I hadn’t been trying to keep anything from her by not telling her, because again, she hadn’t asked outright, and it was just pretty much common knowledge around the city that if you wanted to find one of us on a Friday night, you went to The Penthouse.
I never brought a guest though, hadn’t in years, and it wasn’t because I liked to keep myself free to play with random women, the way most seemed to assume. The real reason was much more wholesome. Friday night ritual that was dear to me. If I wanted to play, I did, but most of the time, I just wanted to kick back, have a few drinks with my friends, talk shop and watch the shows going on around me.
Sometimes I never even made it out of the owners’ lounge, our private bar in a back room. My friends would be shocked when I showed up with a woman, even one I was dating seriously, in tow. It just wasn’t my style.
But bringing Audrey tonight would not only help to alleviate some of the jealousy she was feeling—because while annoyingly misguided, it was still understandable—it would also serve a double purpose and kill two birds with one stone.
When I’d told Audrey she was probably the only sub in Philly who didn’t know where I was on a Friday night, I hadn’t been exaggerating. Women, and especially my new Rent-A-Daddy clients, came to the club for that reason alone, and the entourage had gotten more unmanageable than usual ever since that stupidAmerican Pie-esque rumor had gotten around.
Having Audrey on my arm would prove once and for all that I was a taken and uninterested man—to them and to her. I wanted that, because even as annoyed as I was, it was time. Audrey was important to me, and she had quickly become a permanent fixture in my life. At least it felt that way to me. Things between us were good—almost too good, with the solitary exception of the little dance of jealousy between us. The more she pushed, the more I wanted to go against all my scruples and play the same game, because if there was one thing I couldn’t stomach, it was not being trusted.
At the same time, I knew I wasn’t an innocent party in this equation and that I wasn’t doing all that I could to reassure her that I was trustworthy, and that despite the unique situation with me having a number of female Rent-A-Daddy clients, she had nothing to worry about. I was going to change that tonight. But I was going to put her through her paces first.
So I showed up on her doorstep at exactly eight, after a grueling day in court, and an emergency meeting with my client afterward. I was ready to let out my inner sadist, my deepest Dom, and to truly blow off some steam, and now I had a willing and eager target for my frustration—one who needed to be taught a lesson.
“Archer!” She always said my name like that, as if she were surprised to see me, even when we had a scheduled date. It was almost as if there was a part of her that was still afraid I wasn't gonna show up.
“Babygirl, you look good enough to eat.” I let my gaze rake slowly over her, making sure that she’d followed my instructions. The truth was, as long as the undergarments were right, it didn’t matter what dress she wore; she wouldn’t be keeping it on long. “And I might just do that.”
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now, or is it still some big secret?” Her expression was weary, and it amused me that she truly didn’t have a clue.
“The Penthouse,” I answered, taking her hand.
Her mouth dropped open, forming a perfect little ‘o’ of surprise. She looked at me, and then down at her dress. “Is this really what people wear to the club?” she asked, blushing as she admitted, “I’ve never been.”
“You look perfect.” I reiterated my compliment, and helped her into a coat she also wouldn’t be needing. “Shall we?”
The drive to the club was short, and I stayed silent for it, preferring to keep her wondering. I could tell she was excited, but nervous. Exactly the way I wanted her.
The club didn’t officially open until nine, but my friends and I always got there early to make sure everything was set up properly and just to have some time to ourselves before the crazy started. I unlocked the door with my keycard, bypassing the entry area that would be later manned by security ensuring that only members and guests that had been pre-vetted were allowed entry, and led her in with my hand on the small of her back.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she stepped into the large space. “Oh! It’s so… elegant!”
“Not what you were expecting?” I asked with a grin. The decorations were lavish. Velvet in dark grays and purples with massive crystal chandeliers and a bar made of the finest Italian marble.
We took a few more steps inside and she gasped again just like I'd known she would.
The sleek leather and steel spanking equipment matched the aesthetic of the space but the spanking benches and St. Andrew's crosses were still a stark contrast to the overall elegance in the room.
"Master Archer." Zeke, our long-time security guard nodded at me as we walked by, heading to the back of the club, while he headed toward the front. When we reached the door that led to the owner’s lounge, I stopped abruptly before entering, and took Audrey's chin in my hands.
"Welcome to The Penthouse."
