I couldn’t help but grin when I read the text message. She was anxious for more. I was sure she probably debated about never speaking to me again or running back home but she couldn’t escape the fact that she loved what I did to her. Otherwise, she’d never contacted me this way. She even called me “daddy” and that was revealing enough.

The previous night was spent entirely at Mercury Wild and I had to spend the rest of the succeeding workday ironing out all the paperwork for Natasha’s loan. Even if the lenders were all my friends I still had to make everything properly filed and legalized. Felicia did the bulk of the work for me but there were still a ton of files to go over and certificates to finish.

Yet this evening, as I rested in my home office overlooking the lake, I gave in to the temptation to smile and respond to her meager text message. I then let out a sigh of relief because my decision to wait had pulled off. I was so tempted to call her but if I did then she might get frightened. Now she was the one who reached out to me and that told me she genuinely missed me.

I then sent her another text message, “Have you been a good girl?”

Natasha didn’t respond quickly. Perhaps she had fallen asleep or was struck by the realization that she just begged me to fuck her again. I would have to punish her even more painfully for not replying soon.

As I waited, I headed to the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee – black with a single spoon of sugar. At this hour I was tempted to make an actual cup of cappuccino but brewed would have to do. My drink was halfway empty by the time she had sent in her reply.

“I played with my pussy, daddy,” read her response.

Just reading the words got me hard. I pictured in my head how she looked at that moment, naked and sprawled on the floor with her fingers in her pussy. It sent chills up my spine and I couldn’t help but reach down and grab my junk. I was hard and I wanted to fuck her.

“Naughty little slut,” I then typed back. “You didn’t ask me for permission. I’m going to punish you for that. Expect a ‘treat’ when we meet.”

To my surprise, she replied quickly to that message and said, “I’m ready for anything, daddy.”

That’s what she thought. Natasha had some spunk. That was nice to see. I just wondered how far I could push her on her bluff.

I decided not to push my luck further and didn’t send her another message. I spent the rest of the night enjoying my cup of coffee and listened to some old Ronnie James Dio songs back in the room. As the music played I rested on the bed and allowed myself to drown in the serenity of the moment until I finally fell asleep.

* * *

The next day I was back in the office, finishing up on Natasha’s paperwork and settling a few loans for some of my other small-time clients. Felicia was kept busy with all the schedule revisions and documents I had her work on. It was a pretty normal day for the most part.

By dinner time, I decided to settle with just fast food. I ordered a chicken sandwich, fries and soft drinks to go and ate in the mall parking lot while listening to music. It was a nice little moment for me to relax and prepare myself for the upcoming activity.

My mind trailed as I ate and it did not take long for me to fantasize about Natasha once again. She was the perfect toy. She had a strong will to go out into the city and start a business by her own but she also had a natural submissive side that made me hard to dominate her even more.

For the rest of the evening I took my time to just drive through downtown, going in a few shops here and there to pass the time. I eventually bought a few snacks and a new shirt just for the heck of it. I did walk into the local sex toy shop and looked around for the latest new kinky things I could invest in.

It was nearing nine o’clock at night when I decided it was time to meet up with Natasha. I got back into the car – after purchasing a cute little vibrator that could store hot water – and sent her a message.

“Get dressed,” I told her in my message. “I’ll drive by in about twenty minutes. Don’t wear any panties or bra. Don’t even wear shorts. Just put on the biggest shirt you have.”

I didn’t wait for her to reply. I simply stepped on the pedal and drove my way over.

Even as I sat in the car I could feel my dick getting hard in anticipation. My mind raced as I started formulating all the little dirty things I was going to do in order to properly ingrain her role in her head. I was going to train her and hopefully she wouldn’t break before submitting her mind, body and soul to me.