Page 15 of Needing Daddy
He pulled out his phone. First things first, he needed to end things with Fiona. Taking out his phone, he fired off a text asking to see her, using the age-old adage,we need to talk, to warn her of an impending breakup. Although they hadn’t been seeing each other for very long, he was faithful to her. He believed in seeing one woman at a time and he never cheated. The beauty of having trained as a dominant was that he had a better understanding of female psychology. Faithfulness in a relationship made a woman feel secure and more receptive to her sexual partner, both in and out of the bedroom.
His phone pinged; Fiona agreed to meet him tonight. They arranged to meet at a place local to her neighbourhood; that way after the deed was done, he could drop her home or leave her in the bar to drown her sorrows, if that was her preference. He rather thought Fiona would take the breakup in her stride. After all, there’d never been any mention of a future between them. He deliberately arrived at the wine bar early and ordered a pint. He bought Fiona her usual, a dry Chablis. He spotted her arrival before she saw him and stood and waved.
She weaved her way through the evening crowd. “Hello,” she purred and kissed him full on the mouth. “So what’s all this about?”
“Direct and to the point as always, that’s one of the things I admire about you, Fee,” he said, pushing her wine toward her.
She tilted her head and gave him a wry smile. “I sense abutin there somewhere.”
“You are also intuitive,” he added.
“Come on, sailor, cut the crap. Are you ending our contract?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, but yes, I am,” he replied without trying to sugar-coat the pill.
“I thought as much. I knew I wasn’t the right fit for you, but you’re so delicious, I had to see if I could fit the mould. I’m curious though as to what kind of woman it is you’re really after?”
He was surprised by her question; was he really so transparent? “I want a little girl, but not one of those clingy women who can’t think for herself. I’m not sure if the woman I want even exists, but I met someone recently that I’d like to explore the game with. I need to find out if she wants the same kind of lifestyle I’m after.”
She nodded. “I see. I’m sorry. You are a rare fellow, David Forrester. I’m tempted to try to become what you want...”
“We both know you could never fit the role of a little, Fee. You’re a tigress of a woman, albeit a submissive in bed, and I’d even question that on occasion.” He grinned. Fiona was always attempting to top from the bottom.
She laughed. “True, but I like you and I admire your ethics. There are so few honest men about. You, David, are the whole beautiful package. I’m going to miss you. If you change your mind call me, I’ll certainly be up for a rematch.”
He pushed their contract across the table, along with his Schaeffer pen. She stared down at it, contemplating before she picked up the pen and signed above his signature, thus ending their agreement.
He reached out and covered her hand with his. “You are one gorgeous woman, Fee. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
She coughed. He could see she was fighting emotion. To give her a moment he removed the document, folded it, and tucked it into his breast pocket, and took a sip of his beer.
“Busy in here tonight, isn’t it?” she remarked after a few moments.
He nodded. After that one awkward hiccup they kept the conversation neutral. Once they’d finished their drinks, he offered to drive her home, but she shrugged him off, insisting she was staying to meet a friend. They hugged, wished one another well, and he left.
It was always sad, the ending of a relationship, but apart from his messy breakup with the immature Leah, he’d remained on good terms with all his past submissives. The contract helped. A submissive always knew where she stood with an agreement, and so did he. It was a good way of making sure each party knew what to expect from the other.
Driving home he pondered on how to broach the subject of a contract with Penny. Hell, he hadn’t even asked her out yet, and here he was worrying over a written agreement. Switching on the radio, he forced himself to concentrate on the ten o’clock news.
* * *
Penny’s emotions careenedfrom a grieving sense of loss one moment to euphoria that she’d found David the next. She filled her time by writing down everything she knew about his past, from fact to anecdotes.
The first time she’d met her David had been at work, where he’d barely noticed her. Asking about, she discovered that he frequented a club. She never revealed that she had ferreted out the location of his club and had joined because she knew he was a member. David always thought it had been pure coincidence. What if this David was a member of the club or a similar club? How could she find out? She knew member information would never be revealed, but Penny wondered if any of his friends might divulge a club name to her, which meant she needed to find out about his friends, but how?
Checking her phone, Penny saw umpteen messages from her sister. With an exasperated sigh, she knocked out a text informing Allie she was well but needed space, promising to phone later in the week.
Flicking through the phone, she noticed an online banking application; she opened it and managed the password on her second try. Thankfully her balance was healthy, which meant she didn’t need to worry about money.
Drawn to him like filings to a magnet, she took herself off to the café opposite where David worked and took her place at the table in the window. Drinking hot chocolate and eating sandwiches, she kept her vigil, rewarded by a glimpse of David arriving in a taxi at one o’clock lunchtime. He hurried inside the office block. Drat, he hadn’t even been in the building all morning and she had been imagining him just across the street from her.
“Shoo! Get out, you mangy mutt!”
She swung about in her seat to see what the commotion was about. A small wiry dog had scampered inside the coffee shop. The manager was circling around him, waving a towel in an attempt to chase him outside.
Penny leapt up. “Stop, you’re scaring the poor little thing!” Dropping to her haunches, she held out a piece of cheese taken from her plate. “Here, puppy, come here, good doggy.”
The animal trotted over but stood out of range looking wary.