A/N: and we're off. Smut scene #1. Reminder that this is a BDSM based fic and as such certain things may squick some of you out. Nothing major in this chapter but I will add applicable trigger warnings right up here in an authors note for chapters they may apply to. Enjoy!

Christine was absolutely overwhelmed with life in general. She had three tests coming up on the same day, her co-worker was continuously calling in and the shift manager, who seemed to have it out for her, kept forcing her over to cover.

By the time she stumbled in the door it was eight seventeen and she was exhausted. So utterly exhausted that she didn't even make it past the living room; she collapsed onto her ratty old couch and pulled out her phone, scrolling to Erik's contact and hitting call.

It was past their usual time - normally he would call around six thirty but that hadn't happened in at least a week now.

"Hey princess," he answered on the third ring, his voice smooth and warm. "You're late."

She sighed, pulling her feet up on the edge of the couch. "I know," she answered softly. "Work held me over again and the bus was late and - I'm sorry, Daddy. I should've texted you but they didn't even give me a minute and -"

"It's okay," he answered gently. "How was work? Other than being held over."

"I smell like espresso and people are rude," she huffed, using her toes to push her tennis shoes off without bothering to untie them. "But a few dropped a dollar in the tip cup so that's an extra fifty cents I guess."

He hummed warmly. "Espresso is a much better smell than fryer grease. You sound stressed."

"I do?" she asked, biting her lip and wondering how much of her irritated attitude had managed to shine through.

"You do," he confirmed. "Are you stressed out sweetheart?"

"Yeah, a little bit," she sighed, slumping back on the couch.

He was silent for a long moment and then, in the quiet, she heard him shift. "Tell me what you're stressed out about."

"A little bit of everything I think," she admitted. "I don't mind the overtime - I really need it, my rent is due next week - but it's been every day this week and I have so many tests. I know that it's not that much but it feels like it is and I'm really overwhelmed right now."

"You need to relax," he answered slowly.

"I don't have time to," she argued with a huff.

He chuckled, the laugh warm and smooth, and she shivered. "You have more time than you think, princess."

"I don't know how to," she admitted, the words nothing more than a whisper. The truth was that she had no idea what she was doing - she had no idea how much her dad had actually taken care of; the day she started paying bills had been a serious eye opener for her. Not only had she lost her biggest supporter and best friend, she had been thrown headfirst into an adulthood that she hadn't been ready for and she was still struggling to find her footing.

She could hear the tapping of fingers against wood, slow and rhythmic and thoughtful. "Do you want me to help you?"

"Relax?" she asked, her cheeks flushing.

"Yes, relax sweetheart."

She was fairly certain she knew exactly where this was heading and despite the sudden heat in her cheeks and the embarrassment burning in her chest the thought of it was almost exhilarating. "Do you think you can?" she squeaked out, mortified by the tight sound of her voice.

"If I didn't I wouldn't be offering," he murmured. "It's up to you. I will never force you into anything you don't want. Do you want me to help you?"

She swallowed hard, biting her lip as she nodded slowly. She realized, of course, that he couldn't see the gesture through the phone and after a shaky breath she steeled herself. "Yeah," she breathed quietly.

"Yes?" he answered, his voice soothing and gentle. "Then you have to listen to me, princess. Where are you in your apartment?"

"I'm - I'm on the couch," she answered shakily.

"And nervous," he observed carefully. "You don't need to be. I can't even see you. Are you still in your uniform?"

"Yeah, I didn't - the first thing I did when I got home was call you," she said meekly.

"Because you are a good girl," he said warmly. "You have been a very good girl, sweetheart. I want you to get up and go into your bedroom."

She wasn't sure why her legs were shaking but they were; she made her way slowly into her bedroom trying to ignore the palpitations of her heart. "Okay," she said quietly. "I'm in my room."

"Take off your uniform," he instructed easily. "Are the lights on or off?"

"They're off," she answered, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she popped the button of her pants and unzipped them, slowly pushing them off. "Do you want me to turn them on?"

"No. I want you to do whatever is comfortable right now," he said. "I want you to put the phone on speaker. Set it by your bed and tell me when your uniform is off."

She obeyed his blunt instructions, putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the mattress directly next to her pillow before she stripped her top off, shivering in the draft of her apartment. "Okay," she said quietly, trying so hard to hide the tremble in her voice.

"Okay?" he asked softly. "Is it off?"

"Yeah. It's off," she answered, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth.

"Good girl." The praise and warmth in his deep, smooth voice sent a tingle straight up her spine. She wasn't sure how he managed to use such a simple phrase so effectively. There was power in his voice and he seemed to know just how to use it. "If you haven't yet, take off your bra and panties too, sweetheart."

Her bra was always a struggle - the clasp was worn and bent - but she managed to break it loose, adding it and her simple white panties to the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. She felt oddly vulnerable, standing naked in the middle of her bedroom with him on the other end of the phone. It was silly, she knew that, he couldn't see her but that didn't make her feel any less awkward. "It's really cold in my apartment, Daddy," she whispered, the title coming more and more easily every time she used it.

"Then we will have to warm you up won't we, princess?" he asked softly. "Go ahead and lay down. You can get under the covers if you need to. I want you to be nice and comfortable."

She climbed quietly into her bed, sliding under the sheets as she listened intently to the silence. She swore she could hear the shifting of fabric on the other side of the phone as she settled back against her pillow, staring up at the ceiling. "Okay. I'm comfortable, Daddy."

He hummed thoughtfully. "That sounds like a lie, princess," he pointed out. "Tell me what's on your mind."

"It's cold in here and I don't... " her sentence ended in a huff. "I've never done this before."

"Masturbated?"

His blunt question caused an instant blush and Christine shivered. "No, I mean… like this, Daddy."

"On the phone," he murmured. "I can't see you, sweetheart. There is absolutely nothing to be nervous about. I want you to close your eyes."

"Okay," she said softly, following his directions and letting her eyes flutter closed.

"Good girl," he said warmly in just that same way. "Do you want to know what I would do if I was there with you right now, princess?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed, shifting on the mattress.

"I'd like to kiss you first," his warm words came. "I think that's important, don't you? Your lips first, princess. Would you like me to kiss you?"

"Mhm," she hummed, brushing the pads of her fingers over her lips. With his warm voice in her ear she could almost feel it - the gentle brush of warm lips against hers. She had no frame of reference, no idea what color his hair or eyes were, what his face looked like, but she knew, with certainty, that his lips would be soft.

"I'd like to be slow with this first time," he said softly. "I'd like to take my time and get to know you. The second thing I would kiss is your pretty little throat, right under your jaw and slowly further down. I'd like to test your pulse with my lips, sweetheart. Your little heart is hammering right now, isn't it?"

Her first attempt at an answer was a shaky breath; her second attempt was a weak, trembling "Please, Daddy." Her fingers slowly followed the path he laid out for his lips and she shivered.

He hummed deep in his throat. "Such a good girl," he mumbled. "I would, of course, have to take some time with your pretty little nipples, sweetheart."

She brushed her thumb over her right nipple, letting out a quiet, shaky moan. She felt the oddest thrumming sensation just below her skin. Every nerve she had was on edge and every sensation seemed so intense - every brush of her fingers and every word he breathed sent a thrill straight up her spine and to her scalp.

"Tell me," he said softly. "Would you like my mouth or my fingers first, princess?"

"Your mouth, Daddy," she answered on a gasp.

"Hm. Ask nicely, princess."

"Ple- please," she breathed, her fingers trailing slowly over her stomach. "Please could I have your mouth first, Daddy?"

"Good girl," he whispered. "Of course you can, sweetheart. I'm just as desperate to taste you… if you haven't already you can touch yourself, princess."

With his permission she finally let her fingers slide down, finding her clit already swollen and sensitive. Her hips jerked reflexively and the gasp that she let out was completely unintentional.

"Slow," he murmured. "I want you to go slowly just like I would, sweetheart. Let yourself enjoy the feeling. We have all the time in the world."

Christine obeyed him, slowly circling her clit with the pad of her middle finger. She took a shaky breath and settled back against her pillow, doing her best to relax. As she breathed she swore she heard… well, something in the quiet on the other end of the line. "Daddy…" she breathed.

"Hmm?" he hummed, letting the silence sit for just a moment. "What, princess?"

"Daddy, are you… are you touching yourself too?" she whispered.

"I am," he answered softly. "One finger, sweetheart. Inside of you."

While she couldn't draw herself a mental picture of his lips, his mouth, his hair, she had the pieces to put together an image of his body. She could picture him sprawled out in a chair, his pants halfway down his thighs, that hand that she had been picturing on her breast wrapped around - her moan was far louder and more crass than she had intended for it to be when she slid a finger inside of herself. She wasn't sure when the last time she had been so aroused and on edge was.

"Oh what a good, good girl," he groaned on the other end of the phone. "God I wish I could see you, princess. Spread your pretty legs open. You can add another finger if you need to."

She took his permission eagerly, sliding a second finger inside of herself and spreading her thumb over her pubic mound. She ground crudely against her own palm, gasping at the sensation of fullness and her clit rubbing against her warm palm.

"Oh, sweetheart." His voice was gruff now, his words no longer smooth and careful. Something about it was only more exciting, hearing his calculated control slip. "Just thinking of you there, thinking of me, touching yourself - tell me, princess. When you're close."

"Daddy, please," she whimpered. She wasn't sure what exactly she was asking for - him, maybe. More of his voice, his actual touch. Maybe she was asking for relief from the searing heat in her blood. She wasn't sure why but she felt compelled to breathe the words.

She rutted against her own hand, her legs spread wide on the bed as she listened to his groan on the other end of the line. At any other time, with any other person, she may have found herself embarrassed. She would think about how weird it was, how gross and animalistic and unnecessary. With him, though, the thought barely touched her mind. Instead she simply craved.

"Daddy, Daddy I - I -"

"Are you going to cum, princess?" he asked in that rough tone.

She felt the telltale tremble in her thighs. "I - I'm close, Daddy."

"Beg for it."

His words were firm and demanding and, even knowing that he was cities and miles away and there was nothing that he could physically do to compel her to obey, she found it nearly impossible to refuse. "Please," she whimpered, arching her back as she tried to press her clit just a bit more firmly against her palm. "Please, Daddy, please. I need to cum, please."

He hummed that same warm, pleased hum that he always did. "Not without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy, please." Her words were desperate. She wasn't sure where her sudden confidence had come from - any other time she would have been mortified by what was taking place but here, now, she couldn't find it in herself to be.

"Beg," he repeated, the word clipped and short. "Not yet."

"Please, please, please can I cum," she whimpered, the words flowing from her lips without any thought on her end. "I need - Daddy, I need to please, please, I need to cum, Daddy, please please please."

"Good girl." This time the words were breathless but still the phrase sent a chill of pleasure straight to her core. "Cum, princess. You can cum."

To her utter surprise, the simple phrase in his deep voice was enough to push her right over the edge. She gasped, her head pressing back against the pillow, and after the initial surge of warmth and pleasure she was surprised to find herself almost dizzy. She heard his groan - she listened far more closely for it than she thought she had been - and for a long moment after the only thing filling the silence was the heavy breathing on both sides of the phone.

"Are you okay, princess?" he asked eventually, his voice back to that smooth tone despite the fact that he hadn't quite caught his breath.

She bit her lip, rolling on her side and curling herself up near the phone. "I'm… I'm really good, Daddy," she admitted, her muscles feeling loose and her mind quiet for the first time in months.

"Good," he said softly. "Do you have a bathtub in your apartment, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. I do," she answered, trying to piece together why on earth that would be the first coherent question to come to him.

"You don't have to go yet," he murmured. "I'll stay on the phone with you for as long as you want but I want you to take a nice warm bath tonight. When you get out of bed, okay?"

"Okay," she said quietly.

"What's on your mind, princess?"

"Nothing, I just…" she sighed. "I just wish I could meet you, Daddy. That's all. And that I was, well, with you. Like. Actually with you."

"Physically," he supplied for her softly.

"Mhm," she hummed.

"... one day," he said eventually, the words thoughtful. "You will be one day, princess. I promise. As long as you still want to when the time comes."

As it turned out, he had been truthful when he promised her that he would never lie to her, right in that second day. He made no attempt to rush her off of the phone, not even when she lapsed into long silences. He stayed on the line as she ran herself the warm bath he instructed her to take. He stayed on speakerphone when she left the phone on the closed lid of the toilet and climbed into it.

And even as she climbed into bed for the night he was still there. They had been nearly silent but every so often she heard something on the other end of the phone - the rustle of a paper or a soft sigh, footsteps and the clink of dishes - just background noise that reminded her that he was still there.

"Daddy?" she mumbled, burrowing herself back into the sheets of her bed.

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna… I'm going to bed," she said quietly. "I have class in the morning and -"

"I know you do, sweetheart," he said warmly. "Sleep well. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Text me and let me know when you wake up."

"I will," she mumbled. "... Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"... thank you," she said awkwardly, not really sure what part she was thanking him for.

"You're welcome. Go to sleep, princess. It's getting late and class comes early."

"Goodnight, Daddy," she said, staring at the lit up screen of her phone.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he answered.

She stared silently at the screen of her phone waiting for him to hang up but he never did. A minute passed, two, and the timer still continued to count up.

Eventually she hit the red end call button, plugging her phone in and setting it on the floor beside her bed before she rolled over, curling up on her side. For the first time in months, she fell almost immediately into sleep.