Daddy’s Little Pet

RENEE

Robert sent me gifts again.

This time the delivery included a sizable flower bouquet, an expensive Richart Chocolate box, and another note.

In the note, he wrote that he missed me. And as Nicole had predicted, he sent the remaining numbers.

To be precise, four numbers were written on the back of the card he’d sent, and I couldn’t help but wonder again what this man was up to.

If he was in Orlando, why hadn’t he approached me yet?

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Was he afraid I’d lash out at him? Is that why he’d chosen to watch me from afar or taunt me like this?

Yes! I’d lash out at him for being a creep and watching me like he had some power over me. He’d also turned me into an emotional jumble. But then…

“Oh, Christ.” I mumbled, placing my hands on my stomach as I continued to think.

I was more than confused, and as I lay flat on my bed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, I knew I had to talk to him.

I had to call him and talk to him and-

‘No! Don’t! It’s not time yet.’

“Then when should I do it?” I muttered out loud, not caring that the bedroom was eerily quiet and Nicole was fast asleep on her bed.

“When should I call him? Tell me!” I questioned my subconscious, frustrated. “Nicole told me to call him today since I have all the numbers, but I couldn’t. And now…” I trailed off, waiting for the voice in my head to get the memo and say something. But she remained quiet.

“Great. Just great.” I scoffed, my hands pressing my tummy so hard I whimpered in pain.

Of course, when I could use the solid advice of my intuition, it was quiet, leaving me helpless.

As much as I wanted to see him and hear his deep husky voice that warmed my insides, I knew that if we met again, I’d blindly fall for him, and there’d be no going back.

My feelings for him grew daily, despite how I desperately wanted to forget him.

Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to him in ways I couldn’t control.

The conflicted thoughts inside me were overwhelming, and closing my eyes, I imagined what would happen when Robert and I finally linked up again.

Would he sweep me off my feet like he’d done the first time? Or would he be formal and try to right the wrongs he’d committed in Miami? Or better still, would he pull me into his arms the second he saw me and kiss me? He’d then fuck me in his jeep or whatever vehicle he’d-

“Jeez…” I blurted out, my whole body vibrating, a tingle shimmying down my legs.

Illicit images of Robert fucking me filled my head. I let out a hiss, but I still didn’t open my eyes.

Thinking about everything he could do to me sent wild shivers down my spine and thighs. I couldn’t hold myself in anymore.

My fingers trailed from my stomach to my waist until finally it… “Oh…” I moaned as I came into contact with my already wet pussy, and my lips dropped open in a gasp.

I opened my eyes briefly, checking if Nicole was still asleep. Luckily for me, I hadn’t disturbed her.

My eyes closed, and sinful pleasures overtaking my senses, I gave my clit a soft flick, and I moaned again.

I kept stroking myself, imagining Robert’s hands. His fingers were playing with my clit, while I turned into a mess of puddly goo in his arms.

Or maybe his thick cock would slide between my slick walls, rubbing against me and…

“Fuck…” I breathed, my body trembling beneath the covers. My hands moved faster, fingers working harder inside my pussy.

Thinking back to our first time, I could remember every detail of that fateful day.

How he’d started by stroking my clit, and then he’d asked me to strip for him.

I’d touched myself while he watched, and then soon after, he’d taken control, tearing my panties off and finger fucking me until I squirted on his face.

“God…” I sighed, pausing to remove my boxer shorts and panties until I was completely naked underneath the sheets.

I tried to be discreet, so Nicole wouldn’t wake up and catch me touching myself. But with my orgasm approaching rapidly, my movements grew louder, more urgent, and desperate as I couldn’t wait to get myself off the edge.

Unable to take it anymore, as I had no idea why my orgasm kept receding, I let out a whimper and swiftly inserted a finger into my pussy, my whole body bucking at the penetration.

I inserted another, and a sob broke out of my lips as I began to hump myself like a crazed woman.

I could still see Robert in my head. This time, he stared back at me with a mischievous glint, licking his lips.

He was underneath me now, and I saw the dark strands of his hair as he looked up.

His face was directly on my clit, and he licked his lips again before placing his tongue on my flowery wet bud, then…

I saw stars as a muffled loud gasp escaped my lips. I could feel it coming. I was going to come.

The sweet sensation was building in the depths of my stomach, and as I increased the pace of my moving fingers, I repeatedly moaned, waiting for pleasure to overcome me.

However, my impending orgasm abruptly stopped, and my eyes flew open in shock.

What the…? My fingers stopped moving inside my pussy and letting out a staggered breath, I instantly comprehended what had happened to me.

I was going to come, but then I felt nothing.

Not the most pleasant feeling, but I wouldn’t give up easily. At least not yet.

My fingers still in place, I stroked myself again, closing my eyes. I tried to picture Robert doing his thing to my body, but he wasn’t in my head again.

“Robert… where are you?” I whimpered shamelessly, begging him to appear in the fragments of my memories, but he wasn’t forthcoming.

It was like he’d vanished into thin air, and I couldn’t reach him anymore.

Frustrated, I withdrew my fingers and, grabbing my pillow, I buried my face into the soft material, groaning and grunting.

This was happening for the first time, but why?

These last few days, I kept myself busy at night, masturbating to images of Robert fucking me, so why’d tonight choose to be different?

‘Because you need the real deal!’ The voice in my head chimed brilliantly, and I raised my brow.

“Huh?”

‘You need Robert fucking you himself, not just those raunchy memories in your head.’

“What the hell are you saying?” I half yelled, quickly shutting myself up. I glanced at Nicole, but she was still far gone in her blissful slumber.

‘Maybe you should call him, who knows. Talk your shit out, and get fucked.’ My inner voice said again, this time not minding the crude remark and my mouth dropped open.

I couldn’t say a thing because I was yet to come out of this freaking haze of sexual frustration.

Why was my inner voice misleading me? One minute it advised me to forget about Robert and move on with my life. And the next? It was telling me to get fucked.

Now, I was convinced something was wrong with me.

My brain was malfunctioning. It was the only reasonable explanation that came to me. I hissed loudly, my legs shaking in frustration.

My hands went to my hair and ruffled the strands haphazardly. I began to reflect on what my subconscious may be trying to tell me.

Should I call Robert or not? And would I go through with calling him if I decided later?

I had my answer already, and at the same time, a sneaky plan formed in my mind.

If Robert stopped sending gifts, I’d swallow my pride and call him.

If he continued sending the gifts, we might as well keep playing this cat-and-mouse game.

However, despite my resolve, I had an intuition about what would happen and how to handle the situation.

The thought had me shuddering, but I had to wait and see how things played out.