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"Daddy's gonna come, babygirl. Come with me."

"Yes, Daddy."

Like a good girl, she did as she was told, her fingers curling into mine as we both came, our bodies melting together as one, our juices mingling inside her pussy, our lips seeking the other's, desperate for a kiss to deepen our connection.

And finally, we were spent. I turned my back toward the wall, collapsing with her still in my arms, panting as she clung to me for dear life.

When I could catch my breath, I carried her to the bedroom, where we both threw ourselves onto the bed, sighing blissfully.

"It has never felt so damn good to break the rules," Nyla said, rolling onto her side to beam at me. "This Rent-A-Daddy thing hasn't been so bad, but what in god's name were we thinking trying to keep sex out of it?"

"I have no idea."

"Let's not make that mistake again."

"Agreed. Goodnight, Nyla."

"Goodnight… Daddy."

Chapter Eleven

Bas

The morning after the club I woke before Nyla and sat alone in her kitchen, sipping coffee that tasted like motor oil. The coffee itself wasn't bad, there wasn't anything wrong with it, but I had a sour feeling in my gut. I was disappointed in myself and I could feel it in every inch of my body. I could taste it, even.

I felt like I'd betrayed Nyla's trust by sleeping with her. Sure, she'd happily consented and even kind of instigated, but she'd been in a vulnerable state, and I shouldn't have taken advantage, shouldn't have let her get to me like that. I'd done it twice in the same night, both at the club and again back at her apartment.

Things with Nyla were so exciting, while at the same time so comfortable and familiar and easy, that it was hard to remember what we had was supposed to be transactional. It was just something we were doing for the business. At the end of the weekend, she was supposed to write a testimonial, and I was supposed to move on to the next client.

I didn't know how I was supposed to do that now. Now that I’d felt her purring against my chest in a post-sex haze of contentment, now that I confirmed what I’d always suspected: her pussy curved to my cock like we were made to fit together. Now that I knew what it was like to sleep with someone with whom I shared such a deep emotional connection.

Fuck. Just thinking about our night together made my cock harden and ache. Thinking about letting her walk away made my chest hurt.

Glancing at the clock, I dialed Theo's number. He was the only one of us who'd be up this early on a Saturday, and besides that, he was the only one I really wanted to talk to.

I picked up my phone and scrolled down my contact list, clicking his name and hitting the call button. He answered in a whisper on the first ring.

"Bas?"

"Hey Theo. Got a minute? I need to bend your ear for a few before Nyla wakes up."

"Yeah sure. Just a minute. Let me get someplace where I can talk. " I heard some rustling and a door creaking and figured he hadn't gone home alone last night. No surprise there. Theo could always get his pick of submissives at the club, or anywhere else for that matter. I wondered for a moment who it was, and how he’d managed to hook up with someone last night after his stunning session with Erin on the club floor, but I had issues of my own to deal with that didn’t involve my player best friend’s sex life.

"Okay. What's up?" He spoke louder now, and I heard him rustling around again, running water and opening drawers, presumably making coffee.

I took a sip from my own mug and wrinkled my nose in disgust. It wasn't just a sour stomach or guilt gut. I'd made it way too strong. It was like drinking sludge.

I stood and strode to the sink, dumping out the remaining contents, and doing the same with the coffee in the pot. I refilled it and dumped the grounds, adding a new filter and new grounds, making sure to measure correctly this time. I hit the brew button and leaned against the counter to wait.

"Bas? You still there?" Theo reminded me I was on a call.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm still here. I heard you making coffee and decided to do the same."

"Ah. No worries man. But are you gonna talk? Cause if not, I've got a hot little number asleep in my bed, and it's a lot more tempting than sitting here listening to you not talk."

"Theo." I groaned. "I fucked up, man. This thing with me and Nyla…"

"Bro, that was so hot. Like I’ve seen you guys play so many times, but that was seriously some next level shit. I felt like I needed a shot and a cigarette by the time you were done, and I don't even smoke."

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