Chapter 23 Vince
Vince
Harlan was too damn far.
That’s all I kept thinking as I sat on the edge of my bed, the whole city stretched out below me like a kingdom I suddenly didn’t give a shit about. Villain pulsed and bled neon — but none of it mattered when she wasn’t here.
Madeline being in another city made the whole penthouse feel like a punishment cell.
Her folder was open on my datapad. The week’s photos. The morning sets she sent me like clockwork because Daddy wanted proof she listened. Seven photos. Seven little confirmations of obedience.
I opened today’s again.
Black satin panties. She’d angled the camera down from just under her ribs. Two fingers hooked in the waistband, tugging it down the slightest inch like she knew damn well what that did to me.
My cock was already hard. The black satin panties were pulled just low enough to show the soft line of her pussy, and I stroked myself slow, thumb spreading the precome over the head.
My perfect sub. Quiet little tease.
She shouldn’t be in Harlan.
She should be in my bed, under my hands. I scrolled. More photos. Pink lace, that showed her nipples. That day, all I pictured was my mouth on them.
Soft blue satin. Wednesday’s red set, I stopped there, teeth clenching. She had pressed her thighs together like she was shy, but she still sent it. Still wanting Daddy’s praise.
The phone buzzed. Her name on the screen. Fucking finally. Good girl. I answered immediately. “Baby, you’re late.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. Meetings went long. I just got back.”
That voice. Fuck.
“What are you wearing.”
A tiny inhale. “The tomorrow set.”
Of course she was.
My breath left me. I leaned back against the headboard, legs spread wider, palm sliding slow over myself.
“Fuck. Baby. You make me so proud when you listen.”
Another breath on her end, the kind that meant she was already wet from just hearing praise. My baby, loves praise and possession. She always responded. And it fuelled my tendencies.
“You’re looking at the pictures?” she asked softly.
“I’ve been staring at them for an hour. I’m hard baby, real fucking hard. I can’t stop picturing your sweet little pussy rocking on my cock, where you belong.”
The long sweet gasp, that she gave me. Fuck. I could hear her imagining my hand. Her body responding before she could stop it.
She whispered, “Daddy…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“I can hear you.”
Of course she could. “And what do you think I’m doing?”
Her inhale was sharp, shaky. “Touching yourself.”
“Only because you’re not here,” I murmured. “Only because my girl isn’t in my bed like she should be.” I stroked myself harder. “What are you thinking about?”
“That I miss you.”
Not enough. Not what I wanted. “What else.”
Her breathing changed. “I wish I was kneeling for you.”
My jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “Oh, baby, say that again.”
“I wish I was kneeling for you, Daddy.”
My cock kicked hard against my grip. I tipped my head back, breathing rough.
“Baby,” I warned, “I’m close to getting in the jet.”
“You can’t,” she whispered. “It’s two—”
“I’ll break every law between here and Harlan if you keep talking like that.”
A little laugh.
“I… could call you on video.”
Everything in my body stopped.
She’d never offered that.
“Do it,” I said. “Right now.”
The line clicked.
Screen shifted.
Dark hotel room. Then her — flushed cheeks, messy hair, wearing the black satin I’d picked for tomorrow. My chest tightened painfully.
“Camera stays on you,”
She nodded and angled it properly.
I stroked myself again, slower this time. “Show me, how you touch your pussy.”
Her hand slid down, trembling a little. She parted her legs just enough for the camera to catch the tension. Fuck, she looked soft.
“Good girl.”
Her lips parted at the praise.
“What do you want me to do?” she whispered.
“Show me how much you missed Daddy.”
She slid her fingers down, close but not touching. Teasing herself without meaning to.
My hand tightened.
“Lower.”
She moved.
Hips tensing.
Lips trembling.
“Stop.”
She froze instantly. God, I loved her obedience. Loved that her body stilled the second my tone changed.
“Pull the panties aside.”
Her breath broke, but she did it slow, so fucking obedient. Just enough for me to see how much she wanted this. My chest heaved.
It reminded me I still hadn’t finalised her toys—a cock moulded from mine. The only one her pussy would know.
Next time, I wanted to be able to tell her to hold that vibrator to her, or slide my dick inside and know I was the one controlling every second of it.
“Touch your clit, light strokes only.”
She obeyed instantly, camera angled right over her pussy. Her fingers slid her panties to the side, and I watched her touch herself the way I like, two fingers circling her clit, slow, needy, already wet for me.
I stroked my cock to the sight of her, precome spilling over my knuckles.
“Open yourself for Daddy.”
She did, pulling her pussy apart so I could see the mess inside, the wet drip down to her hole.
“Sink one finger in baby, just one. Tease daddy, a bit longer.”
I stroked myself harder.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Let me hear you.”
A soft, broken moan spilled out of her, so pretty it nearly wrecked me on the spot.
“Two, baby, it’s time for two fingers. Angle them up, get yourself nice and wet for daddy. I want to hear you.”
She did. Of course she did, and gave me the perfect view while she did it.
She moaned again, higher this time, hips rocking into her hand.
“Such a good fucking girl for daddy, listen to you baby.”
She obeyed — of course she did — and I watched her lose control with every second she tried to hold herself together.
“Good girl baby, now gently touch your clit, soft touches only, can you do that for Daddy, let me watch.”
Her thighs shook.
Her breath stuttered.
“Look at my good girl, in such a mess just from daddy’s voice.”
Her eyes fluttered half-shut.
“A little faster,” I said. “You’re close.”
When her breathing hitched, her hips lifted, she was seconds away.
“Look at me. Eyes on Daddy.”
She lifted her gaze, hazy, drowning, ruined. My chest tightened.
“I love you,” I whispered, unable to hold it back.
She gasped, a tiny hitched inhale that landed right in my spine.
“I love you,” she whispered back. “I love you, Daddy.”
That was it.
That was the line that undid me.
“Come for me, baby.”
She came shaking. Breathless, panting and it dragged me under with her.
I came with a rough, guttural exhale, muscles tight, hips lifting off the bed. I stroked through it hard, my vision blurring as I chased the last pulse, because she was still on the screen, breathless and flushed, eyes half-lidded, thighs trembling.
And I finished to that. To the sound of her falling apart for me.
Her breathing slowed before mine.
“I wish I was in your bed.” She sighed,
My throat tightened. “Me too, baby.”
“Do you miss me?”
“More than is sane,” I said quietly.
“Tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be waiting,” I murmured. “Same time. Same camera. You follow my rules.”
Her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Leave the camera on baby, I want to watch you sleep.”
She nodded, relaxed, nearly asleep. I watched her until her eyes fluttered closed. Only when she slipped into sleep did I end the call. Three more days. Then she would be home in Villain.