Page 9 of Daddy's Reckoning

“Yeah, just my usual is fine. Thanks again, Ny.”

“Welcome.” She blew me a kiss, then left me alone with my thoughts.

Not really having much else to do, I set my alarm for when I would text Erin next. Then I opened my laptop again and started working on some Penthouse business I’d been putting off.

ERIN

My morning dragged by with me feeling like my brain was in some sort of soupy fog. I’d even dozed off in one of my classes, but thankfully another student nudged me awake before the professor noticed. Or so I hoped.

The fact that Theo had texted me didn’t go unnoticed, but I really didn’t have the energy to respond. I grabbed lunch in the cafeteria and ate it on the way home, planning to fall into my bed for a nap before I dealt with Theo, then I planned to spend the rest of the night studying.

It had been a good plan in theory, and I’d even set an alarm on my phone so I wouldn’t sleep too long, but my body betrayed me, and my phone died, so I woke up from my nap at ten pm starving and pissed off.

This being pregnant shit is hard.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded to the kitchen. I was craving something super greasy and not good for me, but I grabbed a yogurt because that's what was available, and anything else sounded like way too much work. I really needed to get a variety of quick food options or I wasn’t going to survive. Maybe I could do some of that meal-prepping stuff on the weekends between homework and studying and sleeping. Yeah. Maybe.

I headed back to my room with my yogurt and picked up my phone. Theo’s text was still left unread, and I figured I’d better deal with it before anything else. He was pretty patient with my erratic schedule, but now that we were going to only be checking in from a distance, it wouldn’t surprise me if he asked for a little bit more consistency in communication. I mean, it really didn’t take long to respond to a text.

Well, unless that text was a reminder to check my email for our new agreement.

Butterflies flitted in my tummy as I pulled out my laptop from my backpack. I, of course, was dead, like my phone. Have mercy. I needed to get my shit together. I plugged it in at my desk and waited for it to power up while I ate my yogurt and texted Theo to let him know what was up.

Sorry, busy day again and crashed when I got home. Checking email now.

I hit send and clicked my email box to open it. I don’t know why I was surprised at Theo’s well thought-out and put-together plan, but I was, and the fact that he spent so much time coming up with it for me touched my heart. Dammit, why did he have to be such a perfect Daddy? Why couldn’t he just have wanted our baby? It would have made life so much easier.

No, that wasn’t fair. Even if he had wanted the baby and to stay together, it wasn’t like we were married or even lived together. And as much as it was easy to pretend we were more than just client and Rent-A-Daddy, that’s what we were. Sure, the sex was incredible, but I paid him for his time every single month. He was technically a glorified call boy. That thought made me laugh, because it was so far from Theo’s personality.

I read through the document and really couldn’t find anything to contest. All I had to do was fill out the limits questions and send it back, but doing so proved a lot more difficult than I’d initially thought. There were some punishments that I didn’t even consider for long distance, and the idea of them felt awkward and humiliating, but punishments weren’t supposed to be pleasant. The only one I marked as a limit was self-spanking and that was more because I was worried about the baby than anything else.

After hemming and hawing for way longer than necessary, I sent the email response, and tried to change course to work on homework. Unfortunately, Theo’s list had me feeling all sorts of flustered. I was already having problems focusing. With my body and mind buzzing with anticipation and need, it was an impossible feat.

Ugh!

I left my desk and sat at the foot of the bed. My body burned hot with a need I couldn’t ignore. It had been so long since I’d needed to get myself off, but maybe it would take the edge off enough for me to concentrate. It was worth a try, at least.

Grabbing my favorite vibe from the toy drawer in my closet, I got comfy in bed and closed my eyes to get the fantasy juices flowing. It didn’t take much work to do as I conjured one of my favorite interactions with Theo. It was a scene he’d set up in the club, and I was tied down to a spanking bench. There was zero wiggle room, and Theo had me angled in a way that gave him access to every part of me. I replayed his words about how naughty I had been, and how I was going to remember the punishment for a long time to come. He hadn’t been wrong.

Was it wrong to use a punishment scene as fodder for my masturbation fantasy? Probably. But I didn’t really care. I played out the whole scene as I teased my body with the vibrating wand. Theo’s voice was clear in my head, and my hand became his hand as I held the toy against my clit and commanded my body to come. And I did, long and hard, yet I couldn’t bring myself to pull the vibrator away. Theo’s voice said I wasn’t allowed to. Told me I was going to come again for Daddy whether I wanted to or not.

The fantasy consumed me, and after forcing two more orgasms from myself I dropped the vibrator and melted. I was hot, sweaty, and my entire body felt like an oversensitized bundle of nerves. For the first time in a long time, though, my mind was gloriously blank. All stress and anxiety were gone, and it was just me floating in the dark, inky blackness of bliss.

I was about to doze off when my phone pinged with a message.

“Dammit!” I whined.

I knew it had to be Theo. He’d probably been waiting for my response all day. And just like that, the peace was shattered, and I was irrationally mad at him. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone and read the message.

Thank you for your honest responses. I’ll get set up and have a box of things delivered. These rules start tonight. Make sure you study and get to bed at a decent hour, or else. Don’t forget to text Daddy right before you go to sleep.

I could hear the entire message in his deep commanding tone, and as much as I loved it, it made me want to scream and throw my phone through the nearest window. These pregnancy hormones were like being on a roller coaster I couldn’t get off of. It was kind of a nightmare. I hated knowing that I was being irrational and not able to do a damn thing about it.

After taking a deep breath I sent a good girl response of “Yes Daddy” and opted for a shower. I really freaking needed to study.

CHAPTER 2

THEO