Iz stripped out of her work uniform and ruminated over what to make for dinner. Her tips piled up in her bedazzled chest, resting on her vanity.
Her phone dinged with a text. Reed.
Precious.
Yes, Daddy.
I’m coming home and need to be inside you right away. I need you to play with yourself and get nice and wet. But don’t come!
But you make me wet.
Uh-uh. You need to do this for your daddy. Then wait for me in the bedroom, leaning over the bed so I can get to you easily.
Yes, Daddy.
Her heart skipped a beat. First, she loved how he didn’t say, “wait for me in my bedroom.” She was truly in the fold of his life, at least temporarily, and that was okay. They both knew the score, and as long as it was mutually satisfying, Iz was all in.
She also loved the games they played. He would m
