Those were fantasies I never thought I would live out, even if I was honest about what turned me on. Now I get to see what kind of Dirty Freak I really am, but I’ll be smiling the whole time.
“Hmm.” Arlo put his finger on the first page. “This might be a problem.”
“What is it?” I felt a twinge of worry.
“You answered no to the question about dating an older man.” He leveled his gaze at me. “I could have sworn we were dating—I mean, I hope we’re dating.”
“I was barely eighteen!” I shook my head and laughed. “I didn’t know that the perfect guy for me would be older—or that I would call him Daddy.”
“I suppose that’s fair.” He nodded. “I had no idea I would end up falling for someone as young as you—or that I would like it when you called me Daddy.”
“See…” I grinned. “Keep reading!”
“Okay.” He looked at the paper again, and I knew he would get to the part where the alcohol took over, and I started answering yes to a lot more stuff soon enough. “Here’s one we might be able to try…”
“What’s that?” I tilted my head inquisitively as a hint of excitement stirred inside me.
“Sex in the shower?” He raised an eyebrow.
“That could be fun.” I grinned. “But wouldn’t that be better tomorrow morning—or Monday before we leave for work?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He contemplated it for a moment and then looked back down at the list.
“You’re skipping a lot.” The grin faded when he flipped to the next page.
I hope that’s not a bad sign.
“Well, like the shower sex—some of it is probably better to try some other time.” He nodded. “Besides, I want to finish the list before I decide what we’re going to do.”
“Keeping your options open?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Indeed.” He laughed along with me and kept reading. “This one is rather surprising.”
“Which one is that?” I leaned forward.
“Spanking?” He raised an eyebrow. “I thought your mother solved that curiosity for you a long time ago.”
“Well—that was different.” I looked down and grinned. “I think I would like it if you spanked me.”
“Hmm.” He nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
I’d be naughty just to get one from you…
I felt somewhat like a bump on the log as I watched Arlo continue to read my list, and it was hard not to blush when I saw him shift in his seat. I wasn’t sure if it was because something turned him on, or if it changed his perception of me in some way. He had a damn good poker face. I felt safe with him, otherwise I wouldn’t have shared the list, but I began to worry that I could have made a mistake. Our relationship was still new—we were still figuring things out—I had taken it forward with one very big leap. I would have been fine not doing the things on my list. It wasn’t like I needed more than what we already had—we were still figuring that part out, even if we had spent an entire week together.
“You have to say something.” I blinked a couple of times when he got to the bottom of the list.
“What do you think I’m going to say?” He put the list down on the table.
“I honestly don’t know.” I could feel my throat drying out, and I reached for my drink.
“If you want my opinion.” He raised his eyebrows. “There’s nothing on that list to suggest that you are some kind of Dirty Freak. It’s just a bunch of random kinks and stuff normal people do pretty regularly.”
“Are you sure about that?” I sipped my drink and picked up my Juul. “It seemed pretty hardcore when I was in high school.”
I wish someone had told me that back then. I didn’t believe it made me an awful person, but the reaction it got—that broke me.
“Yeah because you were an eighteen-year-old girl, and you were a virgin.” He shrugged. “Nothing on that list is out of the ordinary. But I will say this…”
“What’s that?” I tensed up.
“We’re going to have a very, very interesting weekend.” He grinned and leaned forward to give me a kiss.
And just like, he makes it all better…
Arlo’s lips crushed mine, and I felt the fury of desire overcome me. He pulled me into his arms, and I didn’t even have to ask if we were going to the bedroom. I knew that was exactly where we were going. He moved his hands along my curves, and my clothes turned into a trail of fabric that led to the bed. I tried to pull on his tie—unbutton his shirt—but both attempts were swatted away. He pushed me back onto the mattress, and the only thing left on my body was a thin pair of satin panties. Arlo made quick work of those, and they became the final piece of the trail that he made with my clothes.
“You have me naked in your bed.” I grinned. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Something you want…” He reached up and pulled off his tie. “It’s on your list.”
Arlo crawled onto the bed and reached for my left wrist. He quickly slid the loop of his tie around it and pulled until the silk was tight. My excitement went through the roof when he reached for my other wrist and started tying me to the headboard. I did fantasize about being tied up—it was one of the things that made me a so-called Dirty Freak. Arlo didn’t seem to think I was. His eyes reflected as much excitement as mine. He quickly secured my hands, and then his lips started to tease my skin. I immediately squirmed on the bed, tested my restraints, and smiled when I confirmed that there was no way that I was going to get free on my own. I was completely at his mercy.
“I’m all tied up…” I let out a light whimper. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Anything I want.” His breath teased my ear. “For as long as I want.”
“Oh no!” I couldn’t have pretended to be afraid if I tried with everything I had.
My skin sizzled as Arlo’s lips made it to my thighs, and then forceful hands pushed them apart. He finished undressing, unrolled a condom on his dick, and moved it against my pussy-lips. They were saturated with my desire—possibly the wettest they had ever been. Being tied up was more than just a fantasy in my head. I was so turned on and excited that I was practically dripping on the bedspread. It was a lot hotter than I imagined.
He definitely seems into it—if I’m a Dirty Freak, then so is he.
Arlo pushed his cock inside me, and I let out a loud moan. He started to slowly thrust, and it didn’t take him long to work his way into a steady rhythm. His hands explored my body while his lips teased my skin. I couldn’t squirm away from his tongue when my nipples turned into hard nubs. I couldn’t guide his hands away from my ribs when they got ticklish. I couldn’t even pull him close when I wanted to distract his lips with mine. That loss of control was mesmerizing, intoxicating, and sent me into levels of erotic bliss that I never realized was possible.
“You’re…” A loud gasp erupted from my throat. “You’re gonna make me come!”
Arlo’s response was a raspy-growl. “As many times as I can.”
The pressure started to build fast. There was no controlling it. He had his hips pressed against me in a way that I couldn’t even squirm to change the momentum like I could have if I had the use of my hands. If that was intentional—it was fucking hot. Several hard and powerful thrusts took me to the edge of ultimate bliss and then a series of quick ones pushed me over. The orgasm made my muscles tense up, but I still couldn’t move, so I just had to endure it until the release took me to heaven.
“Oh god! Oh fuck!” My back tried to arch, but it was pinned.
My pussy spasmed on Arlo’s length as I began to come. The orgasm was very intense, and it made my head spin once it began to storm through me. Arlo didn’t show any signs of slowing down—his thrusts actually got faster. He slammed into me so hard that the bed began to shake underneath the fury of our combined desires. It only took a matter of seconds for the first orgasm to build into a second one, then a third ripped through my soul before I was ready
for it. I was no longer in heaven—it felt better than that. I was on a whole new plane of existence, where nothing but lust dripped in the air like rain.
“You’re not done.” Arlo’s arms slid around my back, and his hands squeezed my shoulders. “And neither am I…”
“I don’t know if I have anything left.” I gasped as his thrusts continued.
“You do,” he growled in my ear.
Arlo hammered his cock into my pussy until I gave him another orgasm—then he made another demand, and I responded with an earth-shattering explosion that made my body shake as hard as the bed underneath me. I felt him finally begin to throb uncontrollably inside me. He was definitely close. A fury built in his eyes, and his breathing turned into a non-stop flurry of deep throaty-rasps. He told me what was coming, and then his cock went so deep I could feel his balls pressed against my skin. His dick pulsated against my g-spot, and one more orgasm was forced to the surface. My spasming pussy brought him to climax, and the condom began to balloon. Several more thrusts followed before he was finally done.
“That was fucking amazing.” Arlo let out a grunt and dropped down to the mattress beside me.
“Are you going to untie me now?” I let out a sigh and looked over at him.
“Nah.” He weakly shook his head. “I’m going to want more—it’s best if you stay right where you are.”
I thought Arlo was joking, but it was only a matter of minutes before his cock became engorged with his lust again. He was inside of me before I had a chance to process how badly he wanted another taste of bliss. It didn’t take as long, but I still managed to get consumed by two more orgasms before he was done. I thought he was finally going to untie me after that, but I was wrong. I was his prisoner, and he didn’t want to release his willing captive. Being restrained was such a turn on for me that I ended up begging for him before he was ready, but my whimpers coaxed him back into position. It was clear that we were in for a very long night—and a weekend that I was never going to forget.
I asked for this, and I’m getting a whole lot more than I expected, but I’m sure he can tell how much I love it…
Chapter Twenty-Three
Arlo
Phoebe and I had an explosive weekend together. We went through so many items on her list that the paper was wrinkled by the time the sun came up on Monday morning. There was plenty that we hadn’t tried, but she had been tied up, blindfolded, teased, forced to orgasm, deprived of her orgasm when she really wanted it, and we even came up with a few things on the fly that weren’t on her list.
Phoebe’s appetite for adventure made my cock throb every time we settled on something new to try. Whoever came up with the game was comprehensive with their options, and if I could have shaken their hand, I would have—if I was able to muster that much energy. I was totally wiped out and could have slept for two days straight and not felt fully recovered, but we had a busy week ahead of us, so I forced myself to get ready for work.
“What’s the policy on calling in sick?” Phoebe walked into the bedroom in a bathrobe and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Seeing how I’m your boss, I don’t think you would be able to convince me that you’re ill.” I shook my head and laughed as I adjusted my tie.
“Does fatigue count?” She sighed and pulled her suitcase over to open it.
“You’re the one that gave me the list.” I walked over and pressed my lips to her forehead. “You’ll be fine—you just need some coffee. I’ll go make it.”
I walked over to the coffee pot and started it. I normally remembered to get the coffee going before I even hopped in the shower, but we wanted to check shower sex off the list for the second time in two days, so I wasn’t surprised that I got distracted. The fact that I was tired didn’t help and put me off my game a little bit as well. We kissed and teased each other while we waited for the coffee to finish, and it did rejuvenate us a little bit—enough to get to the office at least. Phoebe went back to the bedroom area to get ready. I got in a comfortable spot so I could watch. I couldn’t have another taste until we were done at the office, but I could get a nice view so that I had something to think about all day long.
Fuck, she’s so damn gorgeous…
“Do you think we could have the Uber pick us up at the store on the corner?” Phoebe walked in the main part of the hotel after getting dressed.
“I don’t think that would be a problem.” I shook my head back and forth. “Why?”
“I need a refill.” She held up her Juul. “I’m surprised I made it through the weekend—being tied up definitely helped with that.”
“Even more motivation for me to keep you tied to the bed.” I laughed and took her hand as we walked to the door.
Making out in the elevator was almost as routine as sharing an Uber to the office. I definitely liked having Phoebe there with me and was already thinking about how amazing it was going to be when it became a permanent arrangement. We hadn’t got to the point where we actually discussed that yet, and I was putting it off intentionally—not because I didn’t want her to move in with me, but because I knew permanent was conditional.
I could get an apartment in the city until the case was over, but I would have to return to Penny Grove eventually, and I didn’t know if Phoebe was going to be willing to take that step with me. It was a really hard one for her. I knew why—she had found a way to turn the stupid game into a positive experience in the present, but there were ghosts from the past in our hometown. Those ghosts were not going to make the transition pleasant, if she was even willing to consider it, especially the ghost named Jake.
I’m not going to lose her, no matter what…
“Okay, all set.” Phoebe walked out of the store and started to open the pack of Juul pods.
“Were you serious when you said you wanted to quit using that thing one day?” I tilted my head inquisitively.
“Yeah…” She stared at the pod. “Eventually…”
“Well then why don’t we work on that.” I motioned to her. “Give me the pods.”
“You’re not going to throw them away, are you?” She gave me a concerned stare. “I want to quit, but I don’t know if now is the right time. I’m going to be so stressed when I start my GED class.”
“There are other ways to manage stress.” I nodded.
“I do want to quit…” She looked down at the pods and slowly started to hand them over but pulled back at the last second. “Let me just get one more pod.”
“I’m going to give you one when you want it.” I nodded. “The first one is free—the next one is going to cost you.”
“Cost me?” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You really are trying to be my Daddy now.”
“More than you realize.” I took the pack, popped one out, and handed it to her. “But it’s on your list, so I don’t think you’re going to complain that much.”
“Oh?” She grinned and seemed to relax a little bit. “What are you going to do to me?”
“When you want another pod, I’m going to give it to you—after I give you a spanking.” I pushed the pack into my pocket.
“Seriously?” She blinked a couple of times.
“Are you wanting to cross that one off your list now?” I pulled out my phone and ordered an Uber.
“No, I trust you.” She loaded the pod into her Juul and took a couple of puffs. “You’re not going to hurt me, right?”
“Nah, just enough to make you squirm.” I took her hand. “And a little more each time you come back for another pod—that way, you have some motivation not to keep asking for them.”
“I think I’ll be using this very sparingly today.” Phoebe pushed the Juul into her purse, but there was a hint of a grin on the edge of her lips and a flicker of excitement in her eyes.
I have a feeling you’ll be across my knee by tomorrow night at the latest…
It really didn’t bother me if Phoebe vaped. There were worse things that someone could do to themselves, and I had en
ough vices of my own not to judge someone for the ones that they chose. The only reason I suggested it was because I knew that she wanted to quit, and it seemed like a good way to explore that option on her list. I felt like she would have told me no if she thought it was a bad idea. It was another game for us to play when we were alone, and we certainly had a few of them—some we had tried and a list of options that would keep us entertained for a long time if we weren’t moving through them as quickly as possible over the course of a single weekend.
Our Uber arrived, and we climbed into the back of it. I checked my phone to go over a few emails and then sent a text message to Henry so that I could get an update on how things were going in Penny Grove. It was hard to concentrate because Phoebe was teasing me the best that she could without the driver noticing. That was why I normally took care of business in the office—but I had a few things on my agenda and wanted to make the best use of the time I had on the way there. After the email was sent, I got my revenge by teasing Phoebe a little more than I should have, but I didn’t feel guilty since she started it. The elevator was crowded, so we had to keep our hands to ourselves on the way to our floor.
“I definitely need a bagel—and more coffee.” Phoebe walked into the conference room and immediately walked to the serving area.
“Yeah, same here.” I nodded and followed her.
“Do you have to go to the courthouse today?” She poured a cup of coffee for herself and then poured one more for me.
“Nah, I don’t have anything pressing.” I shook my head. “I do have to talk to Demi a little later this afternoon, but that shouldn’t take long.”
“Good.” She grinned. “I like it when you’re here with me all day.”
“I wonder why?” I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
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