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"Yeah. It was something."

"God. Watching her come in the middle of the club like that…like I know it happens, but it takes a strong, sexy, confident woman to have a public orgasm with that much grace, shutting out the world the way she did. After so many years with that jackass sorry excuse for a husband, I didn't think she had it in her."

"Yeah but… I was out of line. Sex was not supposed to be on the table. I should have left the vibrator at home."

"What? Are you kidding me, man? She needed that. All of it. Man, I wished I'd have thought to record it so you could see what I'm talking about. What the two of you had… it was almost inspiring. Like a dance where the two of you were in perfect sync. And it was, like, haunting to watch. I could almost see her, like…coming out of her past and leaving it behind her. She needed every second of everything you did. Especially the subspace. It was perfection."

"Okay, yeah, fine, but… sex was supposed to be off the table," I repeated dumbly.

"I didn't see her complaining and an orgasm isn't sex. You barely even participated in that. It was the damn panties. Genius move, by the way."

"Uh, thanks. I guess. But… it wasn't just the scene at the club. We continued once we got back to her place."

His response was a deep belly laugh. "You sly dog."

"Theo. Be serious, man. This wasn't in the plan. It wasn't part of the deal. This thing between Nyla and me, it's business." That wasn't convincing even to my own ears, so I cleared my throat and clarified. "It was supposed to be purely business. The Rent-A-Daddy thing isn't a sexual arrangement. That would be illegal."

Theo scoffed. "Yes, contracting out payment for sex would be illegal. But contracting for discipline and understanding that sex between two consenting adults might end up being a byproduct of said discipline is perfectly fine."

"That seems… morally gray."

"Well, if it is, then I guess I fucked up, too."

"Theo!" I groaned, suddenly realizing exactly who he'd been avoiding waking up when I'd called. "Tell me you didn't!"

"I could," Theo deadpanned, "but that would be a lie."

"You're unbelievable. She's too young!"

"She is well past legal age, hot and horny, and we are two consenting adults. I've got to tell you; I don't see the problem in either situation: ours or yours and Nyla’s. Sometimes the two things go hand in hand. Now if the client doesn't want them to, that's obviously fine, but if both the client and the assigned Daddy are open to it, I really don't see the problem."

"Well, Nyla and I said sex was off the table,"I grunted.

"Sounds like a you problem. And question to think about: Did you and Nyla say that, or did you say that and she just went along with it? ‘Cause I didn't see her complaining at the club and I’m guessing she wasn't doing much complaining back home, either."

"What? Theo! I… you're missing the point, man," I sputtered.

"I don't think I am. I'm pretty sure that's you. And I have to tell you, it's been real, but I’d like to get back to my bed and this conversation is getting on my nerves. If you're that upset that you had hot consensual sex with a willing woman who knows you better than you know yourself, and who's probably been in love with you for over a decade, that's definitely a you problem. Stop wasting my time. Talk to Nyla."

He disconnected the call before I could argue, and I laid the phone on the table glaring at it.

I poured myself a fresh pot of non-sludgy coffee, added a dash of creamer and leaned against the counter to take a sip. It tasted so much better than last time.

Before I finished the cup, Nyla joined me in the kitchen, inhaling deeply as she shuffled in wearing nothing but the button-down shirt I'd worn the night before and a pair of knee socks. "Oh my god, that smells like heaven."

She crossed the room and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, filling it with coffee and a liberal amount of her favorite flavored creamer.

"Last night was amazing," she said after taking a sip of coffee. "I swear I'm still floating."

“Yes, it was,” I hummed, drinking in the picture she made wearing only my dress shirt and a sexy pair of knee socks. When she stretched the shirt shifted, and I could see the marks from the flogger across the tops of her thighs. My cock twitched and hardened, and I grunted, shifting to adjust myself.

Seeing her dressed in my shirt, wearing my marks on her body, made me want to drag her back to bed and spend the morning listening to her whisper the kind of dirty bedroom talk she knew I loved.

I considered it. I really did. My inner dialogue bounced between Theo's words and my own moral compass. In the end, my own standards won out. Theo was apparently more of a player than I'd realized, and while for him consensual sex with a willing client was just consensual sex, for me, with Nyla, it was so much more.

I'd wait this out and play it by the book until the end. I'd get the testimonial that officially ended the arrangement and then I'd end this Rent-A-Daddy thing once and for all. I didn't want to be Nyla's Rent-A-Daddy and occasional sex partner. I just wanted to be her Daddy and enjoy everything that came with it.

Chapter Twelve

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