Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I’ve missed my little girl after her long college trip. Your daddy will be incredibly pleased to see you when you return, still in your college uniform.
It will be a delight to have you back home, eating dinner and sharing stories of your trip. Although maybe you’ll have to be honest with your daddy about some of the naughty things you have been up to.
Have you been playing around with filthy boys again, Holly?
Have they been sneaking into your room while you’ve been away?
Or maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’ve been a very, very good girl for your daddy. Hand on your precious heart as you tell me so, my little sweetheart. Daddy will love you regardless, even if he has to punish you first.
I already know you’ll be a convincing actress, Holly. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.
Oral, pussy, anal. Spanking (including pussy) if necessary. Deep cleaning in the shower, if necessary.
Whatever the outcome of our roleplay, please expect things to get very heated. Daddy has indeed been missing you.
Duration: 14 hours.
Proposal price: ￡8000.
Daddy may have been missing me, but the feeling is entirely mutual. I have a spring in my step as I get my trusty school uniform from my wardrobe and prepare myself to see my amazing client again after such a long time.
I’m pulling on my sweet school socks when Josh walks into the bedroom, towelling his hair as he prepares for a proposal of his own.
He smirks as he checks me out. “You’re damn convincing. I’d think you were dressed up for college myself if I didn’t know better.”
“Good job. Wouldn’t want my days with Daddy to be too limited. I won’t be such a convincing college girl for ever.”
Josh sits down on the bed, a towel around his waist as he stares at me. His abs look fucking gorgeous.
“We’ve never talked about the future much, have we? Not like that.”
“Not like what?”
I smooth down my blouse, wanting to look perfect for Daddy.
“About how long we’re going to be in the entertainment business for. I’m talking years, not months here. A lot of people use being an entertainer as a stop gap. To bank the cash until they… move on.”
I make sure my pigtails are straight in the mirror.
“I was absolutely gutted at the thought of losing my account. I love my career.” I shoot Josh a look. “So do you though, right? You don’t want to hand in your hardcorer notice anytime soon, do you?”
“No. No way. Not any time in the foreseeable. I enjoy it too much.”
“Good.” I grin. “I’d miss so many of my clients.”
“Same. Some beyond measure.” He grins back, and I know exactly which client in particular he’s talking about.
Two weeks. Just two weeks left to go.
But now is not about Heath. It’s about the fourteen hours ahead of me, and the incredible time I’m going to have playing with my daddy until morning.
I’m buzzing as I call the cab to take me to Wrenshaw. I bounce up and down before I hug my boyfriend goodbye, filled with the joys of life.
“Have a good time, baby,” Josh says.
“Same to you. Make sure you get that fist in as far as it will go. Your kinky painslut will have missed you, just like Daddy’s missed me.”
“He’d better have. I’ll be punishing him if he hasn’t.” Josh wraps me in his warm arms. “He’ll know I’ve missed him, too. I’ve got quite a sweet spot for the dirty bastard.” He lets me go. “Now, get home to your daddy. And be the naughtiest little girl you can be.”
I twiddle a pigtail and strike a girly pose. “Naughty? Moi?”
Josh laughs. “He’ll be ecstatic to see you again. Can’t wait to see the smile on your face in the morning.”
I love how secure Josh is in our relationship, just as I am.
He has no qualms whatsoever about talking about another man having a full night of playtime with me.
No concerns whatsoever that another man has been missing my filthy proposals and roleplay skills, and looking forward to me coming back on The Agency market again.
Even after the trials and trauma of the road behind us, nothing has changed on that score.
I feel the same about him. I love the fact he is an entertainer.
A hardcorer aiming for the five-star review every time. Just like me.
I’m going to earn another one this evening. I’m all set for the challenge.
It’s like I’m playing Dungeons and Dragons on the cab ride, refreshing myself on the story I’ve concocted about sweet little Holly and what she’s been up to on her college trip.
I could go with the naughty boys angle, but something feels off about that.
What I want is to show my adoration for Daddy.
I want him to see the genuine relief in my eyes as his little girl gets home.
Holly has been a good girl this trip. She’s been a well behaved student, missing her daddy so bad, she’s hardly been able to stand it. Naughty boys tried it on, of course they did, but I was having none of it. Not even a sneaky kiss.
The spring in my step has risen to another level when the cab drops me off down the street from User 762’s place. Daddy’s girl has become a part of life to me. I’ve even missed his casserole.
I click Arrived on the app, and jeez, my heart is truly thumping as I approach his stunning big house in the suburbs.
The front door is open, sweetheart. Welcome home.
I haven’t messed around for this proposal. Not only have I brought my schoolgirl bag with me, slung over my shoulder. I also packed a random suitcase, wheeling it along behind me, like I really am returning after a trip away.
“Daddy!” I shout as soon as I’m through the door, kicking my shoes off. “Daddy, I’m home!”
When my client appears on the staircase, he takes my breath away.
Memories are awesome, but they never compare to the real time thump of joy when you see someone you’re aching for.
Daddy’s gorgeous salt and pepper flecks are to die for over the deep brown of his hair.
His stare is addictive as his eyes hold onto mine, and the happiness in my heart is for real.
There is a truth under this roleplay. Two people who really do want a night together, all money aside.
Without hesitation, I dash to the bottom of the staircase, my smile beaming as I hold out open arms.
“Daddy, I’ve missed you so bad! I wanted to call so many times, but I wasn’t allowed. I wanted to come home!”
My client holds me tight, swaying as he kisses the top of my head, embracing his little girl. This reconciliation feels so real.
I look up at Holly’s devoted father. His beard is immaculate, as always. He’s suited, like he’s fresh back from work, and it gives me tingles.
“Come on, my darling girl,” he says. “Let’s get you seated. You must be exhausted.”
I see him side eye my suitcase, noting the effort I’ve put in. I see the sparkle in his smile.
Following him through to the kitchen is second nature. Taking a seat at the white gloss breakfast bar feels normal, and I spin on my stool, kicking out my feet in glee to be back with him.
I sigh, and rest my chin on my elbow after my spin. I give a thank you as he presents me with a glass of juice, and glug some down as he watches me.
“Tell me all about it,” Daddy says. “I want to hear everything. Every little detail.”
There’s a dig in his stare. A slight linger of sternness that has me clenching my thighs.
It’s so tempting to change my story and confess to being a bad girl. I’d love to be over Daddy’s knee with his hard cock digging into my stomach as he spanks me.
“The castles were amazing,” I say. “We got to see so much. The turret on the one in Caerphilly.” I close my eyes, as though I’m remembering it.
“Wow. The guide was incredible. He told us so much. Did you know, one man spent his entire life building it? Imagine that. A whole life’s work.
But it was so worth it. It’s a testament to forever. ”
Daddy looks genuinely fascinated by my concocted words.
“What an achievement. It’s a wonderful thing to enjoy your career, isn’t it? Did it inspire you?”
I grin. “Sure did. I’m going to make sure I’m in a career that fulfils me.
That makes me feel alive and committed, and makes a real difference.
Not just for me, but for other people. Because that’s what it’s all about.
Being happy and achieving things. Being proud of what you do and loving every single day. You taught me that, Daddy.”
There’s a moment of silence between us, the tension palpable.
The hidden truth in my words. A message conveyed in the most abstract of ways.
Daddy gives a knowing nod. “I’m proud of you,” he says and I think he really means it.
“Thanks, Daddy.” I’m actually blushing as I twiddle a pigtail.
“It feels as though you’ve been gone a lifetime, Holly,” Daddy says.
“Yeah, it does. Believe me, even though the castles were cool, I really wanted to come home.”
“That’s nice to know. No more trips away for you anytime soon, then?”
“Not unless I’m forced to take one. Sometimes the curriculum can be demanding, can’t it?”
“Sometimes, yes. But are your projects completed now?”
We’re talking in such code, but I’m still his girly Holly as I nod my head, grinning bright.
“Yeah, I’ve completed all my projects. Unless another one gets sprung on me, but I don’t think it will do. Hopefully not.” I hold up my fingers. “Fingers crossed.”
I adore Daddy’s smirk as he mirrors my gesture. “Fingers crossed.” Then he winks at me. “I have an inkling you’re going to be just fine.”
The familiarity falls away, and I’m captivated by his eyes.
The knowing stare he’s giving me. I can’t help but wonder who Daddy really is in his day-to-day life, behind the surreal fictional world I step in to.
This man is powerful, and sophisticated, and emanates a magnetism that charges the room.
But I have no business whatsoever in knowing who Daddy really is.
He’s off limits to me. He’s nothing but the man who is welcoming his daughter home after a trip away.