Page 10 of Daddy's Reckoning
Daddying Erin long distance was one of the most frustrating and unfulfilling experiences I’d ever had. I hated it. Erin towed the line pretty well, only screwing up and earning punishments a few times. I’d assigned corner time, lines, and banned orgasms, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with her, touch her, spank her naughty ass, then fuck her hard the way she liked it. She just kept pushing me away and insisting the long distance was all she had time for. I couldn’t understand. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and while she said it helped her, I had my doubts. I knew I only had myself to blame for the situation, but it made me severely moody and not pleasant to be around. I was glued to my phone more than I liked waiting for messages from her, trying to be everything she would allow me to be from a distance.
It was fucking bullshit.
I knew it was the last day of finals and I had sent my good morning messages with a special note about how proud I was of her and all the Daddy praise I could pour on her as she went into the big day she’d been dreading. All I got in return was crickets. Nothing. She was supposed to check in every morning at a certain time and she didn’t.
All day I waited. My frustration began to get the better of me. Thankfully it was Friday, which meant it was club night. I was determined to not sit and sulk on my favorite night of the week, but sitting in the club did nothing to help. As a matter of fact, it made everything fucking worse. I’d typed and deleted half a dozen texts when finally the little dots came across the screen telling me she was typing a message. A weird cocktail of anger and relief swirled in my mind until the message finally showed up.
I missed my biochem final so I automatically failed the class.
I read the text again in case I’d been seeing things or somehow read it wrong. I hadn’t. I gripped the phone in my hand so hard it was a surprise it didn’t crack under the pressure. I couldn’t respond. I was too angry.
How the fuck…? How had this happened? She missed the entire class? Not just any class, but the most important one of the semester? I had so many questions, but they all started with some form of “What the fuck?” and that didn’t seem like the best look. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of scotch sitting on the table in front of Archer and drank directly from it. The amber liquid burned the back of my throat, but I continued to chug. I just wanted to drown out everything. Numb the pain and frustration for just a few hours. She failed a class imperative to her completing her degree and fulfilling her goals.
What the fu….
“Hey!” I yelled as Archer grabbed the bottle from my hand and knocked it back while shooting me daggers out of the corner of his eye.
“We’re just chugging that shit from the bottle now?” Nyla hopped up on one of the barstools at our table. “So much for class.”
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for her sassy bullshit. Her husband could deal with her. I had my own bratty submissive to worry about.
“Nyla!” Bas’ voice dropped low. “What did I say about drinking tonight?”
Nyla slammed the bottle back down on the center of the table, and I took the opportunity to claim it again. Scotch was not a drink that should be chugged. Especially not scotch that ran about three thousand dollars a bottle, but the logistics were lost on me in the moment.
“What, Daddy? Did you say something about drinking tonight? I don’t remember,” Nyla continued to bait her husband.
We all knew what she wanted, and if she wasn’t careful, she was gonna get it.
She wasn’t the only one who needed her ass whipped.
“Uh-huh. Sure, you don’t. Damn brat.”
I set the bottle down and Bas grabbed it and helped himself.
“Well, since you insist on playing with fire, little girl, I guess you’re gonna get the horns.” Bas mixed metaphors like he’d been doing for years. I swore he did it on purpose now that he knew it drove me fucking crazy.
“Looks like we’re getting a double show tonight.” Bain nudged Jasmine, who was sitting on his lap. “Unless you want to make it a triple?”
“Nope. I’m good. I’m happy being a voyeur tonight.”
Smart girl.
These people, my best friends in the world, were not making my mood any better with their banter. All it did was make me miss Erin even more. I scanned the club. Maybe I just needed to beat a willing ass. Maybe that would help me work out some of my crap. As quickly as I thought of it, I pushed the idea from my hazed mind. I was way too fucked-up to scene with anyone. And not just from the alcohol.
“I’m not.” I stood and made my retreat.
I didn’t know where to go, but I didn’t want to stay there and listen to how blissfully happy all of my best friends were while I was completely and utterly miserable. I headed toward a couch in the corner where unattached submissives tended to congregate. I knew almost all of them. Had played with some of them more than once. Maybe they could distract me for a few.
It worked for a little while as I let the buzz numb all the crap and verbally sparred with some bratty submissives. But just as I was about to get up and get another drink, all hell broke loose. Lennon’s submissive Zoe, who had been his art teacher when we were in school, had come to the club for the first time tonight. Initially it seemed like a good thing, but then she flipped the fuck out.
The whole crew jumped into action to help the feuding couple, and I did my part by helping Audrey off of the spanking bench as Archer helped a very distraught Lennon off the floor. The entire scene was a mess, and if my buzz hadn’t been fading, it was all but gone by the time order was restored and I was heading into the owner’s lounge behind Audrey.
I grabbed a spot near the door as Audrey beelined toward Archer’s waiting arms.
“I’m so sorry I left you, babygirl.”
“It’s okay, Daddy. No harm done. That was a crazy interruption nobody could have expected, and you were the only other person besides Lennon that she knew. You were the best choice to get in the middle of things. Besides, it's not like you just stranded me. Theo helped me up. I'm okay.”