Daddy’s Little Pet

ROBERT

My smile widened when I heard Renee cough on the other end of the phone.

Of course, I’d affected her. She was surprised to hear my voice.

Damn! She’d called. My plan had worked, and she’d succumbed to the urge to check in on me via phone just like I’d planned.

My whole day was made with just her voice.

I’d been busy earlier, glancing through my laptop, when my phone had vibrated with an incoming call.

At first, I’d been unsure who the number belonged to, and knowing how I was avoiding Amanda’s call, I’d been hesitant to heed the call.

But after the second attempt, my subconscious urged me to answer. I swiped the answer button and froze for a second when I heard her minty sultry voice.

‘Hello…’ was followed by a gasp and murmurs from the background, and it clicked immediately.

Renee called. She’d finally called, and my heart lifted with a broad smile appearing on my face.

Fuck! This woman! She still had me wrapped around her finger even all these days. It’d been almost two or three weeks since I heard from her last, and now her voice brought so much warmth to my chest.

God, I missed her. From the sound of her voice to the feel of her body on mine, I fucking missed everything!

As I waited for her to say something, I began to sift through the conversations I’d imagined in my head for when she finally called or we spoke.

“Is that really you, Robert?” She asked again, her voice trembling, and I could imagine her hands shaking.

“It’s me, baby girl. Did you miss me?” I asked, all too abruptly, and cursed inwardly as the question flew out of my mouth.

I wanted to take my time. I would ask her how she was faring first and other pertinent questions, but now…

“Are you… are you here? Are you in Orlando? I…” I rolled my eyes as she stuttered, effectively ignoring the question I’d just asked.

So typical of her! To jump right into such questions. But it didn’t surprise me because I was expecting it.

This, and many other questions she’d ask wouldn’t surprise me because I knew how inquisitive my baby girl was.

“Renee, calm down…” I trailed off, softly chuckling, but I must have said the wrong words because she was lashing out at me the next thing I knew.

“I’m not fucking relaxing! Why should I when you’ve been stalking me? You’ve been sending me gifts and watching from across the street like a creep. Then you abruptly stopped. You didn’t send any gifts, and I began to worry about you, thinking something had happened to you. Worse, I’d even stopped feeling your stares at my workplace, dammit! For God’s sake, you knew where I worked, and I couldn’t even concentrate because-”

“Renee!” I called out sharply, my voice harsh but still gentle as I continued, “I’m sorry for causing you concern and acting like a creep. I’m sorry for everything, and I’ll apologize properly when the time comes, but don’t you think it’s too soon for you to lash out? This is our first conversation in days. Will you let your rage cloud your judgment? Aren’t you going to appreciate that I left my business in New York, abandoning so many other things to see you? Why did I fly to Orlando four days after returning from Miami? I couldn’t take my mind off you. You never called, you never thanked me for the parting gifts I sent you, and despite telling myself over and over that I should forget you and not give you an hour of my time, I still came to you…”

I paused my breath, trying to take in the air slowly.

I wasn’t angry per se, but seeing everything I’d been through because of Renee made me defensive when she lashed out.

Yes, I knew and wholeheartedly agreed I was being a creep and stalked her. But I had my reasons.

I continued, coughing and keeping my cool when it was clear she had nothing to say. “Please, Renee, calm down. Let’s talk things out like mature adults, alright? I genuinely care about you and know you feel the same way about me. I’m making so many sacrifices for you, so I only ask that you chill out and be reasonable. Just listen to what I have to say, and I’ll do the same for you.” Finishing sharply, I exhaled in relief.

The silence that followed felt heavy, but I hoped she’d eventually understand.

Waiting for her response as the seconds passed, she surprised me by replying calmly, “You’re right, Robert. I’m being a bit foolish and-”

“No, you’re not foolish. I understand where you’re coming from, and you aren’t foolish. Not at all.” I interrupted her, and she sighed heavily from the other end.

“I’m sorry, Robert.” She began, her voice soft and barely a whisper as she asked again, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well. Except for images of a certain strawberry blonde beauty running through my head every second.” I replied honestly, with a silly grin.

“Oh, Robert.” She chuckled lightly, and I joined in.

“I’ve missed you so much. I don’t think you understand, love. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I had to come to Orlando. That’s why I sent you those gifts, hoping that you’d forgive me by the time we finally saw each other again. However, I can tell you still have a grudge.”

“No, not at all. I’m… I’m at a loss for words, Robert. But I miss you. I miss my sweet Daddy and…” She trailed off and burst out laughing, albeit embarrassed, I could tell.

It was the ‘Daddy’ conversation effect.

“I knew you’d miss your Daddy. It’s why I came to you. Did you enjoy the gifts?”

“Like? I loved them. They were fantastic. I’m not sure why you keep sending me such extravagant gifts, but it was so thoughtful of you. I especially liked the chocolates, and what was the name again?” She paused to remember before blurting out, “A Richart chocolate box. It tasted great. I enjoyed it.”

“I’m glad you did.” I replied and added inwardly, ‘I’m going to get you so many more, my girl. So many more delicious things. I’m going to spoil you. Just wait and see.’

“I’m sorry for not thanking you for the first gifts earlier. I was just… I’m not sure if confused is the right word. I was angry as well. But I loved them all. The portrait, necklace, and flowers were all stunning. Many thanks, Robert.”

“Do you mean Daddy?” I quickly corrected her, and she burst out laughing. “Do you have the necklace on, or…”

“I wear it every day. It’s on my neck as we speak.” She softly interjected, and my heart tightened.

I desperately wanted to ask for a picture, but I decided to wait until I saw her again, when I would have plenty of opportunities to caress her skin and touch the diamond jewelry.

The thought had me smirking, and I imagined kissing the pendant jewelry when I fucked her missionary style and-

“Hello, Robert. Are you there?” Her warm voice came through the phone speakers. Blinking twice, I snapped myself out of my raunchy reverie.

“Yes, love.”

“I… you were quiet, and I was wondering if you have anything more to say. I…”

“Oh, baby girl… You have no idea how much more I want to say to you.”

“Huh!”

“I’m not sure if this is too soon, but I’d like to see you. It’s already Friday, and the weekend is almost here. Can we meet on Sunday evening?”

“Okay. Where and when?”

“I’ll meet you at your-”

“No!”

My brows furrowed as she abruptly denied me. I wanted to ask her why she was objecting, but I waited for her to say something first.

“Robert…” She began after a whole, “I’m still not used to you knowing so much about me. You even know where I live, but I don’t think you should come to pick me up.”

I wouldn’t say I liked where this was going, but I kept telling myself I needed to be gentle with her.

‘Go easy on her, Robert. Just go easy.’ My subconscious chimed in, and I agreed.

We were making progress, and she was flowing with the conversion, which indicated she wanted to be with me, so this was a win.

If she wanted to have her say, then I would let her.

“So, what do you propose? You no longer want us to meet on Sunday?”

“I do. Remember, I just asked you when and where?”

“Yes. So, what do you want?”

“Send me the address. I’ll come meet you.”

“Seriously?” I inquired, surprised. She responded with a firm ‘yes.’

“All right. I don’t like the idea, but I’ll do what you say.”

“Thank you very much, Robert.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.” I complimented her, and she softly giggled on the other end.

“I can hardly wait to see you, Renee.” I said genuinely.

“Same here, Robert.”

With a mischievous grin, I boldly said, “Another thing…”

“Yes?”

“I know we’re trying to take things slow and get to know each other better on this upcoming date, right?”

“Yes, that’s true.”

“However… When you come, don’t dress formally for me.” I said, clearing my throat.

“Huh?”

“Dress sensually. Wear something daring that fits my sweet girl’s personality. I’m sure you can help me with that, right?” I inquired, and she initially remained silent.

I could hear some murmurs again, a gasp from the other end, before she said, “Alright, Daddy. Yes, I understand.”

There was a flirty undertone in the way she spoke, and it sent blood shooting to my groin.

“That’s my girl,” I mumbled before bidding my farewell and extending my greetings to her friend, Nicole.

“Goodbye, and I’ll see you soon.” She replied, and my heart soared. I hung up the phone, staring at the screen.

It took a few moments for me to snap out of my giddy state and recall some of the things Renee had said.

She adored the gifts. She liked the flowers and agreed to dress sensuously for me on our first date.

If this wasn’t a dream come true, I no longer knew what it was.

It was perplexing how she just switched up and apologized to me.

Now though, the situation was giving me a kinky vibe.

My baby girl. My pet. Obeying her daddy duly.

“Haha…” I chuckled as I started scrolling through my phone, planning to call Mark and have him book a suitable reservation for me.

I’d planned to go somewhere earlier, but after this phone call and the rush of happiness coursing through me, I decided to up my antics and give my girl everything she deserved and more.

It was a simple dinner date. Well, I would make it elegant, superb, and classy in the city’s best restaurant.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Anything for my sweet girl.