I don’t care about the family. I’m more worried that I can’t even get a rise out of her. Which actually does interest me even more. If she’s so cool and calm and collected that a vibrator and some lingerie in the mail doesn’t provoke a reaction, she must be a really interesting girl, even more than I realized.
I have a glass of whisky and I read the news, and around eight o’clock, when I’ve finally began to think about a new plan for Sadie, my phone starts to ring.
My stomach lurches with excitement. It’s a number I don’t recognize. I let it ring one more time before answering.
“Hello,” I say.
There’s a pause. “Gavin?”
It’s Sadie’s voice. My grin threatens to tear my face apart. “Sadie,” I say. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”
She pauses again. “I got your, uh, presents.”
“Good,” I say. “I hope you liked them.”
“They were, uh, inappropriate.” Despite her words, she doesn’t sound angry.
“Inappropriate can be good sometimes.”
She pauses again. I can tell that she’s thinking seriously about what she’s going to say next. “You can’t keep sending me things,” she says.
“I can stop,” I say. “But I’m not sure you really want me to.”
“You’re going to get me in trouble.”
I smirk to myself, leaning back in my chair. “Maybe I want to get you in trouble. Maybe you need a little trouble in your life.”
“You don’t know that,” she says softly.
“Did you like my presents?” I ask. “Did you try them on?”
Anther pause, and my grin gets bigger. That means she did.
“Please, don’t send anything else. I’m afraid my family will catch it.” She changed the subject. She definitely tried that lingerie on, maybe even used the vibrator. My cock is hard as hell as I imagine her wearing nothing but the bra and panties, the panties shoved to one side to show off her perfect little pussy, the vibrator rolling along her skin, her moans filling the room.
“Agree to meet with me and I won’t send another thing,” I say, needing that image to become a reality. I want to make her wear that outfit and to get herself off with that vibrator while she sucks my cock. I want to get her begging for more before I’m done with her.
“Okay,” she says, barely a whisper.
“I’ll make the arrangements. I’ll text you when it’s ready.”
I can practically see her, dripping wet, biting her lip. “This is a bad idea,” she says. “I shouldn’t see you. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”
“And yet you are talking to me and you’re going to see me. Even after I sent you two very inappropriate gifts. What does that say about you, Sadie?”
“I don’t know,” she admits.
“I know. It says that you’re a dirty fucking girl, and you want to see exactly how dirty you can get with me.”
I hear a slight intake of air and I know I’ve pushed her. I smirk to myself.
“You like playing with me, don’t you?”
“Very much,” I say. “I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up the phone before she can say another word. I want to leave her with the image of me playing with her.
I can think of plenty of games that she’ll love. I can see tying her up in my room, binding her hands and feet to my bed, spreading her wide and licking her until she screams with pleasure. I’m so fucking hard and I want her so badly, but I have to be patient.
I stand up, get myself another whisky, and set about getting this next date ready.
6
Sadie
Going to see Gavin again is very, very dangerous. I know I should ignore him, but I can’t help it.
As soon as I got that second box, I knew I was going to call. I’ve never owned a vibrator before, but I’ve always wanted one. As soon as I got it, I took it from the box and hid away in my little closet nook, making sure the door was shut behind me.
It felt so fucking good. I spread my legs wide and ran the vibrator up and down my clit. I’ve gotten myself off before, but never with a vibrator, never like that. I kept picturing Gavin’s rough hands on my soft skin, pushing me closer and closer until I finally came, his name on my lips.
Sneaking out to see him is stupid, so damn stupid, but it’s possible. The day after our phone call, he sends me a text with the details. I respond to him, and we work it out together, the plan forming. It’s not exactly complicated, but it’s not simple, either.
I’m nervous all day long. By the time eight rolls around, and I’ve eaten dinner with my family, I’m antsy as hell. I go to my room and choose an outfit that won’t make my parents suspicious, so it can’t be too sexy or nice. But I do wear the lingerie Gavin got me underneath, just for myself. Or so I’m telling myself.