Every part of me vibrated with need. I could feel my juices running down my thigh from the constant state of arousal I’d been in since…well, really since the weekend had begun, but it had only been heightened when Mr. Conrad turned on his toy.

Holy shit. I didn’t think I’d be able to hold it together in front of all those people and they must have known something was going on. The idea that the other diners might have known I was on the verge of an orgasm while they enjoyed their expensive meals just made me hornier.

I’d never been with someone like Mr. Conrad. Someone who took control and knew exactly what he wanted.

And what I wanted.

That was really it. He knew instinctively exactly what I needed.

And I needed him.

As soon as the driver opened the door, I practically dove for the cover of the car. Mr. Conrad slipped in behind me.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?” His grin was wicked as he slipped a hand over my thigh. He hadn’t shut off the vibrator and the weight of his hand so close to my clit only increased the pressure low in my belly. Every second that passed pushed me closer to coming. But I wanted him inside me before that happened.

He knew damn well I’d barely eaten anything before he’d driven me to distraction. But he was waiting for an answer. “Yes,” I said with a lick of my lips.

“Yes, what?” The vibrator increased in intensity, making me gasp.

I couldn’t think of what I was supposed to say. I couldn’t think of anything. There was no coherent thought as my body raced to release and the orgasm that threatened to consume me. “Yes,” I managed the word. “I enjoyed dinner.”

Suddenly the vibration was gone. As was Mr. Conrad’s hand. The feeling of loss was dramatic and desperate as my pleasure was pulled away.

“No!” I looked to him with wide eyes. “What happened? Mr. Conrad, turn it back on.”

“What do you call me?” His voice was cold and distant and I instantly realized my mistake.

Daddy.

He would take care of me. He’d make sure all my needs were met. But I had to follow the rules.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. My pussy throbbed with a need that made me want to sob. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” I scooted closer to him on the seat, desperate in a way I barely understood for him to forgive me. “I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to come so bad that I wasn’t really thinking of anything at all.” I was aware on some level that I was rambling, borderline begging, but I couldn’t make myself stop. All I could think of was the orgasm that had been yanked away from me. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please.”

He didn’t look at me, but stared straight ahead and without saying a word, I knew I should shut up. For the rest of the limo ride, my sexy jewelry hung heavy like a weight, reminding me of what I’d lost. And it was more than just the climax that should have been dripping down my thighs at that exact moment.

It was more.

Mr. Conrad—no, Daddy—was so angry.

His eyes were cold and lifeless, his mouth pressed so tightly together I could see the muscles in his jaw twitch. Every once in a while, he tapped a text message into his phone, but it was as if I didn’t exist at all.

Would he touch me again?

Would he ask me to leave?

I couldn’t bear to think about it. And, surprising me, it wasn’t the money or the fact that he could go back on his end of the bargain that had me worried. The idea of not having his cock inside me again, pumping me hard the way he had only a few hours earlier, left me feeling empty and with a loss inside me I couldn’t even begin to explain.

It felt like an eternity but finally the limo came to a stop and the door opened. Daddy got out before me and walked into the house. I trailed him like a scolded puppy, desperate for forgiveness. It wasn’t until we were inside and the door was shut that he spoke without turning around. “Abigail, go to your room.”

Seriously? He was sending me to my room? I bristled and my first instinct was to tell him where he could go and exactly how he could get there. Except, if I did that…the deal would be off. And worse, he wouldn’t fuck me again.

At that moment, staring at his broad, strong back in his tailored suit jacket that likely cost more than I made in a month, it wasn’t our deal that stopped me from talking back. It was the thought of never having his hands on me again, his mouth on my pussy, or his cock inside me. How after only one evening a man could make me wet just with anticipation was completely beyond me. But not only was I dripping with need for him, I would do whatever it took to have that need satisfied.

He was right.

I was his little whore.

And I was completely okay with that.

“Yes, Daddy.” Despite the fact that he still had his back to me, I dropped my eyes and looked at my feet, every bit the chastised little girl.

“Change into the outfit laid out for you and wait for me by the window.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He didn’t wait to see whether I would comply before he stormed off in the direction of his office.