Ten P.M. That was the time that Fyodor had promised he would be online at, and also the time the clock had read twenty minutes ago. It wasn’t like him to leave you anxiously waiting around for this long.

“Sorry i’m late, kitten. Daddy missed you.” Eventually, that familiar notification rings out, followed by the soft sound of his voice. It had only been a short few hours since you had last heard it, but you missed it all the same.

Calls, messages, and gifts had become much more frequent from Fyodor; Subtle displays of affection that make you question why he had suddenly become more generous lately. “Did you get the package I sent you, yet? I got you something special.”