“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.
When I’m dressed, I find my father in his study. “I’m going out for a bit,” I say to him.
He looks up from his papers. “Where?” he asks.
“Just a walk,” I say. “Feeling a little strange after dinner. A walk might be good.”
He nods. “Bring someone with you.”
“Sure,” I say and wave. I go for walks around the neighborhood all the time. Normally, I bring Thomas or Reginald with me, but today I don’t bother. I slip into the elevator and ride it down to the ground floor.
I feel nervous as hell. I’ve gone out alone before, of course, but never to see a man that I know I shouldn’t see. I get to the street level and head outside. I walk down a few blocks toward a small park. It’s dark out though the sidewalks are mostly empty in this part of town. I stop outside of the entrance to the park and check my watch.
I’m a few minutes early, so I have to wait. It’s just enough time to wonder if I’m making a huge mistake.
Maybe my parents are right. Not about him being “low class” and not worth my time, but about his reputation. I don’t care where Gavin was born or how much money he had growing up, but I am worried about his experience.
I don’t have much experience, not compared to him. He knows things and has done things I’ve only ever fantasized about. I don’t know if I can handle the kind of man that would send a woman lingerie and a vibrator, especially a woman he barely knows.
But maybe that’s also part of the attraction. And there is an attraction, I can’t deny that. I want Gavin probably more than I even realize, even from the moment I first saw him. I think part of that stems from his experience. He’s older than me, more mature, and more experienced. I want him to show me what to do, to teach me how to have sex, to show me what my body can do. I think he can do that and a lot more.
I’m nervous and practically shaking with excitement when a black car pulls up in front of me. Gavin steps out and grins at me.
He’s so damn handsome, just like I remember. He’s tall, muscular, and he’s wearing a perfectly tailored suit. But there’s a gruffness to him, a hardness that the men I’m used to all lack. He’s confident and serious.
“I’m glad you came,” he says.
“Were you worried I wouldn’t?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all.” He leans in and kisses my cheek softly. I feel a thrill run down my spine. “Ready?”
“Sure,” I say. “Let’s go.”
I climb into the car and he shuts the door after me, walking around to the other side. Once he’s in, the driver starts going.
“Where are you taking me tonight?” I ask him.
“Somewhere fun,” he says. “But it’s not dinner, so I hope you’re not hungry.”
“I already ate,” I say.