Page 28 of Daddy's Temptation

Last night was perfect.Andre was perfect. I went to Bidden and Bound looking for a scene. I thought I needed a spanking to quiet my tumultuous thoughts, but he managed to silence them with pleasure. And what pleasure it was. He mastered my body in ways I didn’t know were possible wringing orgasm after orgasm out of my body. Even when I thought I was spent, he pushed me into another.

Fucking phenomenal, indeed.

This morning I feel lighter like nothing can touch me. I don’t remember the last time I was so happy. All of the stress from my job and the desire to do whatever it takes to make my parents finally acknowledge me is gone. I even find myself humming like Cinderella while I fold my laundry. I hate folding laundry. Anyone who knows me would wonder if I’ve been a victim of body snatchers.

Maybe I have been because I certainly don’t feel like myself. I’m happy… deliriously happy. I can see myself falling in love with Andre and making a life with him. It’s both thrilling and terrifying. I’m hating our 'keep it casual' arrangement more and more. That niggling doubt that he’s just playing the part of a daddy dom tries to sneak into my thoughts, but I squash it down. I’ll just have to do my best to convince him that he is the perfect daddy for me. Besides… I can take pain if that’s what he needs to satisfy his sadist side. I might not be a real masochist, but surely we can find a middle ground if that's what he needs.

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I’ve been cleaningall day. At first, it was just doing the everyday chores, but as my need to see Andre again grew, I found other projects. I reorganized every cabinet in the kitchen, the bathroom, all of the closets. I’ve dusted behind and under everything. Hell, I even cleaned the windows, which I’m embarrassed to admit I rarely ever do. I take a nice long bubble bath and shave everything until I’m baby smooth.

After that, I have nothing left to distract me from my desire to see Andre. We didn’t make plans to see each other today. He said he had several business meetings and would call me tonight… Logically, I know it’s only a couple hours away, but I want to see him now. I want to be wrapped up in those big strong arms of his and soak up his warmth.

I only debate with myself for a minute before I’m digging through my drawers for the sexiest underwear I own. I pull on the pink lace that’s barely a scrap of fabric then put on my favorite purple dress. It’s a light shade of lavender with little white polka dots. I’m not one to dress like a little girl often. I typically wear sexy or provocative outfits—things like schoolgirl outfits and tight corsets with barely-there skirts.

Tonight, I want to show my daddy what a good girl I can be for him. I look at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror and chew my bottom lip. I look every bit the part of a babygirl. The sexy siren is nowhere to be seen. Even though the skirt of the dress is shorter than appropriate, it still screams sweet. I slip on a pair of white flats instead of my stilettos. A white bow in my hair and some pink lip gloss completes my outfit.

I call Julius to come pick me up—another thing that will please Andre. Ten minutes later, there is a brisk knock on my door. I open the door, wondering if Julius will comment on my attire, but he simply looks me up and down and gives me a knowing smirk. I’m going to take that to mean he thinks Andre will approve.

The ride to the club is a short one. Traffic seems to cooperate even though it’s the weekend. I’m practically giddy, knowing I’ll be seeing Andre in mere moments. Julius escorts me inside and gives me another smirk, leaving without a word. Definitely the strong silent time.

I weave through the club, looking for Andre in the crowd, but he’s nowhere to be seen. He’s probably in his office, he did say he had a lot of work to do. I have a brief moment of doubt at interrupting him but brush it off. He’ll be happy to see me, I’m sure. I make my way to his office, the excitement building with every step.

Not too long ago, having such excitement over seeing a man would’ve scared the crap out of me, but now my mind is only filled with possibilities. I’ve never wanted to trust a man as much as I want to trust Andre. I hate to admit that my aversion to relationships started with my parents. They’re never going to win mom and dad of the year awards, but I still love them. My dad is a cheater and he never cared to be discreet. I saw him kissing my nanny, a maid giggling as she came out of his home office, and the one that pained my young heart the most was the tutor that spent more time in my parents’ bedroom than she ever did teaching me French. He had the audacity to screw someone in the bed he shared with my mom. It was unfathomable to me. And yet, my mom feigned nonchalance about his ‘dalliances’ as if they were inconsequential.

That’s the crux of why I swore off all serious relationships. Andre isn’t like my dad, though. I’ve known him for years. I’ve seen how he is with his friends—me included. He’s loyal and honest. Even though he owns a BDSM club, he doesn’t take advantage of it. I’ve seen women—both submissive and domme—who I know are in serious relationships throw themselves at him. He turns them down every time. I know in my heart of hearts that Andre would never cheat on someone he’s committed to. That’s why I don’t try to tamp down my excitement, and why I’m going to fight for a real relationship instead of our temporary agreement.

I can’t hold back my smile when I hear Andre talking behind his closed office door. Just hearing his voice, muffled as it is, makes my heart flutter. Lordy, I’m gone for him already. I raise my hand to knock before my knuckles hit wood, I hear a woman speaking.

Doubts start to creep into my mind. Why would he have a woman in his office on a Saturday night? He said he had phone conferences and paperwork to do tonight. Or did I just assume they were phone conferences and they were really meetings in person? Or is it something else?

I let my hand fall, shamefully pressing my ear to the door. Eavesdropping is wrong. I know it’s a serious invasion of privacy, not to mention extremely childish, but at this moment, I don’t care about privacy or childishness. I hear Andre speaking but I can’t quite make out what he’s saying. Whatever it is, his tone tells me he’s not happy.

“I’m so sorry, sir,” the woman says.

I suck in a breath at the title of respect submissives show dominants. Does he have a sub in there? Is he playing with someone else? Is that why he didn’t want to see me tonight? A dozen things run through my mind, none of them good.

“I can give you what you need. I swear it. Please, just give me another chance.” It sounds like the woman is beyond distraught. Her tone is getting shriller with every word. A blessing and a curse because I don’t have to strain to hear her words. “Please, sir.”

Her words are followed by a smacking sound so loud that it causes me to jump. Did Andre just spank her? Tears well in my eyes at the thought. The woman says something else, but I can’t hear it through the ringing in my ears.

As if by magic, or some random, cruel twist of fate, I hear Andre’s growled response clear as a bell. “Prove it.”

I don’t stick around to hear more. I practically run from the club, not caring if I look a bit crazed as I bump into people on my way. Outside, I pull out my phone and the app to order a car. I could probably call Julius, but I don’t want to have to explain why I’m leaving mere minutes after he dropped me off. I already feel ridiculous enough. I don’t need to see the pity in his eyes too.

Ten minutes later, a blue Toyota pulls up. Thankfully the driver is a complete professional and doesn’t comment on me wearing an outfit that is more suited toward a little girl than a grown woman. I’m sure he’s seen stranger in this city. Lord knows I have.

What feels like hours later I’m finally home. For the first time since Sugar moved out, I’m glad she’s not here because as soon as I’m safely behind my locked door, the waterworks start. I feel so stupid. Here I am practically giving Andre my heart wrapped up in a pretty bow, and he’s got another woman. I did the exact thing I promised myself I never would.

I fell for a man.

If a man like Andre can be unfaithful, then there’s no hope. He’s one of the best people I know. I felt safe with him. Safe to be myself. Safe to be vulnerable. Safe to fall in love. Look where that got me. Crying with a broken heart after learning that I was right all along. All men can be tempted to cheat.

Hours later my eyes ache almost as badly as my heart from all the crying. Now I feel numb and so very stupid for breaking my own vow. My lip trembles again, but I refuse to cry anymore over Andre. This started as a fling, and it ended as a fling. I’m the one who was stupid enough to think it could be more. This is on me and me alone. Well, and Andre for not upholding the whole exclusive to each other during our arrangement thing. That stings pretty damn bad too.

Was I not enough to keep him interested?

After last night I thought we were on the same page. He gave me what I needed instead of the scene I thought I wanted. He took care of me exactly like a daddy should take care of his upset babygirl. When it comes down to it, Andre isn’t a real daddy. He’s a sadist who wanted to try something else for a while. Another thing that makes me an idiot for giving him my heart.