"Hey! I need you again. You coming to town again anytime soon?"
I was annoyed. Aroused and interested, of course, but annoyed.
I had a habit of texting her when I'd be coming to town. She was almost always down to meet for some naughty fun if she was there and available, and she was abnormally hot.
The thing was, the last two times I had come to town, she just straight ghosted me. Never even saw the text, much less answered it. It's rude. I know her whole generation does it, but it's still rude. And I'm, well… me. I had no intention of texting her this time at all, but here she was.
"Yeah, day after tomorrow," I replied, half horny and anticipating, half embarrassed for myself for caving in.
"Nice! I'll wear something cute! Free by 8?" she shot back, straight to business, and to business as usual.
"Will be. I'll text you my hotel and room number when I get there," I said.
"Perfect! See you then 💋💋😉," she replied, and she was gone. My reply of "ok, great" went unread until I arrived two days later.
"Figures," I muttered, noticing the unread status as I got to my room, about five o'clock.
"Hilton Downtown, room 812," I texted her without any fanfare. I was excited but not really in the mood to get ghosted again and still torn on how I felt about it all after the last two trips.
Nothing back.
8:15. Still nothing. "Bitch," I muttered, glancing at my phone for the fiftieth time since 7:30.
8:30. Nothing. I grabbed my laptop to get some work done, grumbling about my time wasted.
The knock came on my door at 8:54. "Could it be? Nah." I glanced at my phone. "Here! Coming up!" it said, timestamped 8:49.
I got up and opened the door, and there she was in a hot dress and a nice pair of heels. "Sorry I'm late, I—" she started, but I put a finger to her lips and shook my head without a word.
"Are you mad?" she asked, sounding nervous.
"Come in," I said softly, leading her to the middle of the room, my laptop glowing in the desk.
"I'm really sorry, I just—" she started again, and again I shushed her with a physical gesture. Something came over me.
"Kneel," I said quietly.
She looked unsure but began to obey.
I approached her as she got to her knees and cupped her pretty face. "Good girl," I said. I knew at once she liked it by how she smiled up at me.
"I don't like being ghosted," I said.
"I'm sorry, daddy," she answered sheepishly.
I undid my pants and pushed them down, my cock almost hard. She knew exactly what to do, and she did it dutifully until I finished.
"Daddy?" she asked, wiping her pretty lips with her hand. "Do you accept my apology?"
My cock answered for me with a twitch, and she grinned when she saw it. She didn't miss the chance. "If I apologize a little more, can I have you now?"
