Page 31 of Daddy's Rule

“That’s right. I’m tired of having to repeat myself. Do as you’re told. No more arguing.” I slapped each side again for good measure and when I let go of her shoulder she went to the corner.

I listened to her read the contract as I picked up her clothes and folded them neatly before setting them on the couch to deal with later, and hung her purse in the coat closet where she usually kept it.

She easily read the entire two pages I had taped in front of her with a confidence I admired. She was naked and standing in a corner and she acted like it was no big deal. I was about to change that.

Grabbing my toy bag, I sat it on the table and unzipped it. In the silence of the room there was no way Nyla didn’t hear it. Extracting the little tool that would help me knock her off balance, I approached her.

“Good girl. Spread your legs.” I snaked my hand down her back and ran a finger lightly between her cheeks before going straight to her pussy. She was deliciously wet, and I had to fight the urge not to finger-fuck her. I was probably already skirting the line of propriety with this punishment and I didn’t want to push any further.

I took the little vibrating egg and pressed it to her entrance. She didn’t move or make a sound as I pushed it inside. If she thought I wasn’t going to break her resolve, she was wrong. So, so wrong. I made sure the egg was where I wanted it before taking my hand away.

“Close your legs and don’t let that fall out or I’ll get the biggest, heaviest butt plug I have in my arsenal and you’ll wear it all night,” I threatened.

Nyla closed her legs. I took the remote out of my pocket and switched the toy directly onto its highest setting. She went up onto her toes and squeaked in surprise. That was more like it. I let the little toy torture her for about thirty seconds before shutting it off.

“Now I want you to tell me which one of those rules you broke and why.”

She took a deep breath and settled back down. “I didn’t let my Daddy know where I was going,” she confessed with a whimper.

I turned the egg back onto a low hum. “Why do you think it's important for me to know where you are?”

“Because you’re a controlling dick,” she mumbled under her breath, and I smiled.

“So you want to play that game, do you? Okay, let’s play.”

I flipped the egg back to high and looked at my watch. Nyla growled and wiggled her hips. I knew without checking that she was so wet, if she opened her legs or moved around too much the egg would come loose, and I didn’t think she would risk letting that happen. The more she moved, the more the egg would jostle inside of her, and the closer she would get to orgasm.

“You are not allowed to come. Daddy is not going to allow you the pleasure after you have been so very naughty.”

Nyla

I pressed my palms against the wall and rested my forehead against it. Why had I said that? Why was I pushing him so hard?

Because you want more from him than this arrangement will allow.

I’d come to some realizations as I hung out with my girls and chatted over a couple of bottles of wine. They all knew about the Penthouse and my proclivities from back in our college days, and as I drank more, I revealed what was going on, not leaving out a single dirty detail. Jasmine, the only mom out of all of us, seemed the most interested in the idea of Club Rent-A-Daddy. And as I answered some of her questions about the new venture, I began to believe in it more than ever before. Through every step of my day I had thought about Bas and told myself I should text him, but I hadn’t wanted to. I figured he would call me at some point, but what I hadn’t taken into account was that my phone was dead in my purse.

The vibrator sat right on my g-spot in this position and I had to fight hard to hold back my orgasm. It’d been a long time since I wasn’t in control of my own pleasure and an even longer time since I had to hold back an orgasm. In the beginning of my marriage Jake and I had played a little bit, but he never was able to fully dominate my body in all the ways Bas did without even trying.

I felt sweat break out over my brow as I tried to hold on. “Please.”

The word snuck out as I battled my body. As much trouble as I had brought myself, now that I was back in Bas’s presence, I didn’t think I wanted to push any further. Plus, he obviously was ready to battle, and I knew from experience that no matter what, he would win.

I needed him to win.

The egg stopped abruptly just when I thought I was going to fall over the edge.

“Would you like to try your answer again?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I nodded. My body was screaming for release but coming without permission was a bad idea. “I need accountability and a constant reminder that I am not in charge, and part of that is making sure you know where I’m at.”

“Good girl. What’s the next rule you broke?”

The egg began its torture once more, but thankfully he kept it on low. If I behaved maybe it would stay that way.

“My phone died and I was unreachable for my Daddy.”

“That’s right. I should be able to get ahold of you at all times, plus it is unsafe for you to be running around the city without a way to call anyone should an emergency arise. Next?”

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