I finally drove her home. It was a little sad to see her go. There was always the possibility that she’d take the money and never talk to me again. We still had over thirty days for our BDSM contract but she already got what she wanted and I did too – I was just lenient enough to let her go early.

After I dropped her off, I spent the rest of the evening at Mercury Wild. No one was there except for Trevor and Jasmine but they were too busy organizing a new event to promote Daxter and Noelle’s newest fashion line.

To keep myself busy, I ordered a few drinks and flirted around with a couple of random girls I met dancing to the music. None of the three girls I hung out with could compare to Natasha. None of them were as young, as hot or as submissive as she was. None of them had her intelligence either.

By two in the morning I was drunk and uncertain of what to do next. I ditched the girls when they went into the bathroom and drove away as quickly as I could. They wouldn’t miss me anyway. There was also some other rich guy for them to leech onto.

As soon as I got away from the bar, I took a moment to rest by a pancake diner. I was still a little too drunk to be driving anyway so I took the time to rest and sober up a bit. I did order some blueberry waffles and coffee just so I could stay a while longer.

While I sat there in my car, in the parking lot, my thoughts trailed and I quickly thought of Natasha. The image of her succulent, young and delicious body got me hard so quickly it was a struggle to not masturbate in my seat, especially when I thought of her soft, pink lips and how her pussy would moisten whenever she’d catch sight of my cock.

Yet the longer I thought of her the more I realized I missed her.

I missed the spunk in her voice and the way she would defiantly speak back every now and then. I missed how she’d look at me with those big puppy eyes before I’d whip her and fuck her senseless. I missed the sound of her voice when she’d moan in pleasure and beg for me to keep pounding into her pussy.

I couldn’t say I loved her – no, we were too far gone from that – but I did feel attached to her. Whether it was because she was truly the ideal slave or because she was just so unique and pleasing to be with, I could never tell.

“Damn it,” I whispered to myself as I slammed a fist on the steering wheel. I pushed her too hard and too soon. I had thirty-nine days to slowly train her and get her addicted to this lifestyle. I had thirty-nine fucking days and I rushed through it in a week.

I got impatient. I got too excited.

Furious and a little disappointed with myself, I hopped out of the car and crossed the street. There was a small motel with a coffee shop. As drunk as I was I knew I couldn’t drive home. I had to settle for a room and just sleep the alcohol out of my system.

I didn’t bother taking a shower or wasting my time watching a movie. I just plopped down on the bed and shut my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to drift off to sleep.

* * *

When I awoke the next morning I heard my phone buzzing. I groggily reached for it and to my surprise I found a text message from Natasha. That really woke me up and I quickly sat up to read what she had to say.

“Daddy, I got the money,” her message read. “I’m already scouting for a place to launch my business. Thank you so much. Will you pick me up later? I have something to say but I want to say it in person.”

For a long while I just stared at my phone, reading the words over and over again. She did say she wanted to meet up with me again, right? I had to really digest her message and it occurred to me that I had to be careful with this. Her message was a double-edged sword.

Natasha did not specify if she wanted to continue on with our BDSM contract. She did not specifically ask if we had another session planned. She didn’t flirt with me in the message and did not imply if we were going to have sex again.

However, she also didn’t say that this was farewell. There was really no indication on her intentions except for the fact that she had something important to say.

That was enough motivation for me to get going.

I texted back and told her that yes, we would meet again tonight. I still had to go to the office and I was sure she had a lot of things to finish now that she had the cash to get her business going. I simply instructed her to wait for me at her apartment by eight o’clock in the evening. She could wear whatever she wanted.

Once the message was sent, I quickly got back in motion. I took a shower, checked out of the motel and drove back home to my manor. There I changed my clothes, had some coffee and drove to the office. Felicia had already been busy at work for a few hours and I was grateful that she was still so diligent even when I wasn’t around.

Time passed by so slowly for the rest of the day. I was anxious to get out and prepare for the evening to come but I was buried underneath so much paperwork. I decided to finally give in and allowed Felicia to draft an advertisement so we could expand the company. I had more money than most billionaires I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to spend some cash to improve my business.

When that was all done and the office was closed I still had to eat my dinner, oversee some business at the manor and then drive over to Mercury Wild to aid both Trevor and Daxter with their businesses. I was their banker after all.

It was nearly seven-thirty when I was finally free. I didn’t waste time and bid Trevor good-bye before dashing my way out of the bar and into my vehicle. I drove out to Natasha’s apartment in a hurry and pondered what it was she had to tell me.

Natasha was out of her apartment and out in the street when I finally arrived. To my most utter surprise, I found her in a large shirt on and no socks or shoes. Even in the dark I noticed she had no bra on as her nipples pressed against the fabric of her clothes. I could only assume she wore no panties either.

She waved at me and before I could step out of the vehicle she opened the passenger door and hopped right inside.