Page 18 of Bound to the Daddy

Eventually, her sweet voice flows over the speaker. “You said if I called you Mr. Rothsbourne again, I’d have to call you Daddy.”

“Very good. So you do remember. Excellent. You are to be in Daddy’s office in twenty minutes. Any later and I’ll have to add to your punishment.”

“Punishment?” she cries out. “Now wait a minute. You’re not my father. You can’t just punish me. There are laws against this sort of thing.”

A soft growl vibrates in my chest as my balls clench. “Listen to me, Stephanie. I have no desire to be your father. Your Daddy on the other hand…” I trail off, allowing her to fill in the blanks.

Silence stretches out between us. At least she’s not outright rejecting the idea. “As for these laws you speak of,” I continue, “Can you list them? Please, I implore you. Show me which statute I’m in violation of. Perhaps the criminal code? I’d love to see exactly what I’m violating, so I make sure not to do it again.” With a smirk, I draw out that last word, my body nearly humming at the idea of violating every inch of her.

“You know I can’t!” her voice rises with a tinge of desperate hysteria, only fueling my arousal.

“Then my office. And do be prompt. Unless I need to send a car for you?”

Again, that damnable silence hangs in the air. I need to see her, to touch her, to actually look at her face as I’m talking to her. This over the phone business is slowly but surely eroding my patience. As loath as I am to spend another minute with her refusing to talk to me, I give her the time she needs. It’s only fair considering what I’m planning on doing to her later.

“I can manage.”

Fuck. Stubborn to her core. Very well, let her dig her own grave. I’ve offered her every hand I can, and she continues to bite me. Soon, she’ll have no one else but herself to blame for this downfall.

“Very well. Twenty minutes.”

Without allowing her a chance to argue or plead in any way, I hang up the phone. As tempting as it is to just go and get her myself, I continue to allow her to make these choices. Besides, it will certainly go a long way in showing her the error of her ways.

Pushing away from my desk, I examine the room, debating exactly how I’m going to punish her. As much as I want to have my hand smacking her lying, wayward ass, I worry it will be far too intimate for her. The last thing I need is to drive her away before she’s officially mine.

As I look at the various pieces lying on my desk, my phone rings again. Her number flashes on the screen, and my heart jumps a bit in my chest. Could she finally be relenting?

“Yes?”

“Ummm. I don’t actually know where your office is. I’ve never been there.”

A soft chuckle rumbles through my chest. “I’m at home, sweet girl. Once you arrive, the butler will be able to show you the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I tease, reaching down to cup the front of my pants.

“Thank you very much?”

“No no. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.” The silence on the other end tells me she knows but doesn’t want to say.

I can just picture her sitting in her apartment, a pink blush fanning across her face. Soon, she’ll be calling me Daddy without such embarrassment. I mourn the day I’ll stop seeing that glint of humiliation in her eyes.

“Thank you… Daddy.”

“Good girl. You’re down to fifteen minutes. I’d get a move on if I were you. Traffic can be difficult around this time of day.”

“Could I maybe have more time?” The slight whine in her voice makes everything in me clench with need.

“Are you wanting to negotiate? You could have said something when I first proposed you seeing me here.” I lean back in my chair, unable to keep the grin off my face. My little girl is off kilter now. Just as I want her.

A sigh flutters over the speaker. “What sort of negotiation?”

“Let me send my car, and you can have all the time you need to get here.”

Silence.

It drags out, cutting her time with each little bit she stalls.

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