Darren looked at the clock and saw it was seven fifty. Exactly one minute since the last time he'd looked at the clock. He'd always had that mix of nervousness and excitement when he did this, but this time it seemed magnified.

For this game he didn't have to hold back, he didn't have to try to fit the typical daddy role and spend time being 'good' to his little girl. Tonight it would be about the Cassie of the evening being treated roughly and punished as she should be and because of that the last couple of days had gone by slower than any he could remember.

He'd left...