He eyed my summer dress, and I felt self-conscious.
“After you change,” he grinned. “I want to take you someplace nice, so dress up for me a little.”
I furrowed my brows, saying, “I’m sorry, but this isn’t okay. I don’t want you showing up at my house. I don’t even know you.”
“You could.” He smiled at me, winking. “That’s why I’m here.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to,” I said, hardening my tone. I didn’t give a shit about softening the blow anymore. I just wanted to get rid of him. “I want you to leave now or I’ll have to call the police. I’m sorry, this isn’t okay.”
“Excuse me?” he growled at me. He caged my body beneath his, slamming a hand against my front door. My heart pounded with fear and I let out a small squeak. “Do you even know who I am?”
“I…” I whispered. “Please, leave.”
I felt tears welling in my eyes, but I’d be damned if I’d let him see the effect he was having on me.
“Leave,” I snarled. “Now.”
His hand formed a fist next to my head, and for a short, terrifying moment, I was absolutely sure he was going to hit me.
But then he moved back, taking a few steps toward his car. I was finally able to breathe again, and my chest felt lighter, as if he’d had me in a chokehold before. He shot me one last look before he got into his car, and his eyes looked so angry it made me feel even more uncomfortable. He was glaring at me, stripping me with his gaze at the same time, and it felt so awful I thought I really was going to cry.
“You’re going to regret turning me down, doll,” he told me coldly, and my heart sped up.
He got into his car and drove away so fast he showered me in dust and gravel from my driveway. I nearly choked on it before letting myself into the house and locking it from the inside.
I kept thinking about it as my cat rubbed against my ankles, trying to dissipate the tension.
He’d called me doll… Just like my online guy. The fear that this was him set in, and I shivered at the thought. I prayed it wasn’t. I prayed my guy was the kind of crazy I craved.
But the thought wouldn’t go away, and I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about the menacing glare in the stranger’s eyes.
I worked the early shift the next day, and I was thankful for it. I hated the thought of going back home in the evening and what I could possibly find on my doorstep, and I did my best to avoid thinking about it. The day at work was slow, and I’d just come back from my lunch break when I saw a familiar face in the bookstore.
A smile lit up my face as I approached the customer. He was looking at a cookery book when I came up to talk to him.
“If you need help, please let me know,” I said, and he turned around to face me.
He looked even more handsome today, if that was even possible. The last time I saw him and he bought me my favorite cookies, he’d already made me go weak at the knees.
“Hello,” he said slowly. His voice was like dripping honey. I felt my pussy clench just at the sound of him. God, what was this man doing to me?
“I couldn’t help but notice you,” I said shyly. “We met at the market a few days ago, not sure you remember…”
“How could I forget?” He winked at me and I nearly melted. “You look lovely as ever, Miss Cleo.”
“Thank you,” I laughed. “So, on the market for some cookbooks?”
“Trying to fend for myself,” he sighed. “No one tells you how hard single life is.”
My skin prickled at his admission. So there was no wife or girlfriend in sight…
“I’ll show you some of my favorites, if you like?” I suggested, and he agreed. I led him over to my favorite section of the cookbooks, something Jacqueline and Grace called the ‘sad corner’, because all the books were meals for one. But I loved it. I always enjoyed cooking, and I loved making homemade meals, even if it was just for myself.
“How about this one?” he asked me, picking up a book off the shelf.
“Microwave for One?” I couldn’t help but giggle, and he let out an embarrassed laugh.
“I’m not much of a cook,” he admitted, setting the book down and giving me a lingering look. “Which is a shame, because it means I can’t invite you to a home-cooked dinner.”
I stared at him, unable to say a word.
I felt someone approaching us, the scent of sweet, cloying perfume filling the air. Grace.
“Hello,” she purred, stepping in front of me. “Couldn’t help but notice you needed some help. Cleo, they need you in the back.”
My blood boiled at her blatant lie, but I nodded and averted my eyes as she chatted up the customer.
“Wait,” he said, calling after me, then turning back to Grace. “I was actually being helped already. If you don’t mind.”
“Oh,” Grace giggled. “Cleo’s just starting out here. She’ll be no good for what you need. I’m happy to assist.”
I looked at the ground, wishing it would just open up and swallow me whole. She totally undermined me. I’d had the job for years, and she still couldn’t let me have this one small victory. Bitch.
“Actually,” the man piped up. “I’d prefer to stay with Cleo, if you don’t mind. Seems to me like we have the same… tastes.”
He smiled pleasantly at Grace, and she glared at me in response.
“Fine,” she replied in a clipped tone. “But anything you need, come find me. Remember I’m Cleo’s superior…” She giggled. “In more ways than one.”
She half-whispered it in his ear, then waltzed away. I felt mortified and sick to my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?” I gave him a weird look.
“She seems like a nightmare.” He grinned at me, holding up the microwave book. “I’m getting this.”
“I’m sure you’ll regret it soon,” I said with a smile, walking to the till so I could ring it up. “That’ll be twelve ninety-nine, please.”
He paid with a card, and I looked at his name because I couldn’t help myself.
Flynn Masters… such a sexy name.
“So, are we on?” he asked when I handed him his bag and card.
“What do you mean?” My eyes widened as I looked up at him. God, he was almost painfully handsome. His jaw was so chiseled you could cut glass with it.
“Dinner. You and me.” He grinned at me again, and my heart sped up. “Restaurant, not home-cooked, I promise. Not sure how these Microwave for One recipes work out for two.”
I giggled and gave him a long look. I wanted him.
“Okay,” I said, and he smiled at me, handing me the receipt.
“Write down your number, lovely Cleo,” he said. I followed his order like I was born to do just that.
He took the piece of paper and winked at me.
“I’ll be in touch.”
With those words, he left me standing there and wanting so much more.
The rest of the workday passed painfully slowly, with me checking my phone every few minutes for a message from Mr. Mysterious, or my new crush. But there was no sign of either. I felt annoyed and grumpy, and I went home in a terrible mood.
After my daily trip to the little grocery store, I decided to taunt Mr. Mysterious with a recording just for him.
I lay down on my bed with Casper lying at my feet. I turned on the recorder and I made myself come for him only. I let it all out, and never admitted once that my crush from the store made it into my mind several times. I stopped the recording once I was on the verge of tears, the nasty, dirty little words I’d spoken still fresh on my tongue, and I sent it to him before I could change my mind.
I waited for a reply for hours.
It was the most excruciating afternoon of my life, and I spent several long hours trying to distract myself to no avail. Finally, I just tucked my phone away and ignored it for a while, until I heard it ping with a message.
Dinner. Saturday, 7 p.m. I�
��ll pick you up. Wear something red, it will look good on you.—Flynn
I smiled to myself, blushing the color of the dress I knew I’d wear for him. I loved getting orders like that.
Because I couldn’t help myself, I checked my messages on the site as well, and my heartbeat quickened when I saw he’d replied. Just one message. Short. Simple. To the point.
Come online. I’m going to watch you touch yourself for me.
My fingers shook as I sat down at my desk and logged on.
I was starting to love playing games with my little doll.
I couldn’t wait until that Saturday night, and when it finally came, I knew just what I was going to make her do.
I’d made reservations at one of my favorite restaurants close to her, and I tried to pretend it wasn’t the first time I was taking a girl there. I didn’t want to admit to myself how special this girl was, and how badly I wanted her to be mine. The longer I pretended it wasn’t real, the longer I could go without burying my cock in that tight little cunt of hers. That didn’t mean I wasn’t fucking craving it, though.
Especially after seeing her in person. She was delightful, an enchanting little doll that threatened to uproot everything I’d worked her, because I wanted to let her in so badly. I wanted to give her everything she craved so badly, everything she’d begged me to do online the last time we’d talked. I’d watched her come all over her fingers and lick the sticky juices clean. I watched her cat stretch lazily in the background as she begged me for more, to hurt her, to let her come again. Just one more, sir, just one more, she’d begged. She was fucking perfection, and I knew the longer I denied myself the pleasure of her pussy, the harder I would take it when I finally got my hands on her.
I drove to the address she’d given me and admired her little house when I pulled up in front of it.
It was completely different to my lavish home. I’d decked my place out with expensive, meaningless art and furniture which cost an arm and a leg. I had an aquarium full of fish so expensive it felt ridiculous to even buy them, and she had a tabby cat she’d probably found wandering around her garden. She was so different, such a refreshing breath of air. She was perfect. Perfect for what I needed, perfect for what my body craved.
I rang her doorbell and leaned against the wall, waiting for my little doll to come outside. I was going to play with her that night, I’d already decided.
I needed a taste, a feel. I’d denied myself the pleasure long enough. Now it was time to touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her… if she was brave enough to let me.
She answered the door in a flurry of red lace and soft, angelic curls.
She was beautiful. Heart-stoppingly beautiful.
She wore a dress with a red lace bustier and a flowing skirt that reached halfway down her thighs. On her feet, she wore a pair of black pumps which matched the clutch in her hands.
They weren’t expensive clothes. Not like the designer shit the girls I always dated wore. But she looked better than all of my previous flings combined in a dress that probably cost less than fifty dollars. She was perfect.
“Hello, Cleo,” I said. “You look as luscious as ever.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled shyly and tucked her hair behind her ear. It was fluffy and curled, beautiful, soft waves falling down her back. She looked fucking exquisite like that, her pale skin almost translucent in the light. I could see some veins on her wrists as she locked the door, and for some reason it turned me the fuck on.
Her cat jammed its head between the doorway, and she leaned down to pet it.
“Who’s this?” I asked.
“Casper,” she replied with a smile. “You like cats?”
I frowned, shaking my head as she pushed him back inside. “I actually can’t stand them.”
“What?!” she turned to face me, the expression on her face so offended it made me laugh out loud. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Didn’t realize it was a crime.” I grinned at her. “Seriously, they’re little dicks with cute faces. I don’t condone that.”
“You’re a di—” She blushed and shook her head. “Sorry. I love my cat.”
I took her by the elbow and led her to my car, shaking my head.
“What a nasty little mouth for such a pretty girl,” I told her, and her whole body tensed. Oh yes, she loved that dirty talk. I made a mental note of it for later.
I drove us a few miles into the city, and let the valet take my car as I walked her into the restaurant. Her eyes widened when she recognized it, just like I knew she would. It was one of the better-known, most expensive places to eat in her city. I hadn’t been there in ages, and I loved coming along, so the owner greeted me with some surprise when he saw I’d brought a date. We were shown to our table, and I helped her sit down.
“What a gentleman,” she said with a small smile as I sat down opposite her.
“Always good to be one,” I replied with a smile as the waiter passed us the menus. “Have you been here before?”
She shook her head, looking nervous. I waited for the waiter to leave before reaching across the table and laying my hand on hers.
“You nervous?” I asked, and she gave me an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Just not… not my usual date, I guess.”
“More of a movie kind of girl?” I asked with raised eyebrows, and she laughed nervously.
“More of a… cheap kind of girl,” she admitted.
“You don’t look cheap to me,” I told her honestly. “In fact, you look so beautiful tonight I might have to forgo my gentlemanly ways.”
Her eyes went up to mine, shimmering from the candle on the table. She was excited about the idea, and it turned me right the fuck on. Again. God, she was perfect.
I helped her order something I thought she would like, and the waiter brought out some wine for her as well. I wasn’t drinking since I had to drive all the way back home, but I loved seeing her taste my favorite red and make a little face which she desperately tried to hide.
“Not good?” I asked in shock. “I’m offended!”
“Please, no,” she giggled. “I just don’t know anything about wine. Honestly.”
“So this is payback for the cat situation, I see.” I grinned, and she giggled. “Bad little girl.”
Once again, I saw her visibly tense up when I uttered the words, and I enjoyed every second of it. She looked so perfect when she was flushed like that.
“Do you mind if I go to the ladies’ room before we get our food?” she asked, and I shook my head, motioning for her to go.
She got up, and when she left, I caught a glimpse of the back of her thighs as her sinful little dress moved. It got me so fucking hard I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and go on the website where I’d found her.
I shot her a message, doubting she’d be checking for it in the bathroom, but hoping she would nonetheless. It was time for me to have some fun.
Where are you?
Her reply came a moment later, and I grinned to myself, knowing how desperate my little whore was to be played with.
In the bathroom of a restaurant.
You’re going to play for me.
I can’t now!
Do as I say, doll. Send me a picture. Are you alone?
Yes…
The message was accompanied by a picture from the ladies’ room which I’d never seen before. It was a proper room decorated in boudoir style complete with a vanity for the ladies to freshen up at. She sat at the vanity, and she’d sent me a picture of her pretty self in the mirror, facing her phone toward it.
Good fucking girl. Spread those whore legs for me.
Another picture. Following my instructions. She wore black sheer panties that drove me wild. I had to conceal my erection under the table when I saw it. The whole thing was getting fucking embarrassing.
Push your panties aside. Show me my cunt.
A minute passed before she replied, and when my p
hone vibrated, I was almost too scared to look at it.
But there it was, her perfect, shaved little pussy. So fucking pink it looked like it was flushed. I groaned out loud, and covered it up with a cough.
Please… Let me play.
Her reply came when I realized I forgot to send something back, and I typed a message for her in seconds, I was so eager.
Make my cunt come. Be quick about it. Efficient. I don’t want you wasting time. You have one minute, then send me a picture of that used little pussy.
I waited, accepted a refill from the waiter, and received some curious gazes from other patrons, probably wondering if I’d been stood up. Not a minute later, my phone got another message, and I looked down to see her pussy so fucking puffy it made me want to storm down the hall and fuck her right in that fucking stall. What a dirty little girl.
I didn’t have time to reply, because she strolled back to the table without a worry in the world, her pretty cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, matching that sweet cunt I’d just been staring at.
“Welcome back,” I said pleasantly, putting my phone away.
“So sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile. “I think my lock got jammed, I had to try a couple of times to get out.”
I gave her a knowing look, and she looked away, obviously embarrassed. I loved seeing her blush like that, it fucking suited her.
The waiter brought us our food a moment later, and we tucked in. It was as delicious as ever, and I loved seeing her gush about how much she loved what I’d suggested she ordered. She looked beautiful even with her mouth full… A promising thing for what I intended to do to her eventually.
We spent the evening chatting about things very different to what we spoke about online. She might have been a little whore on the phone, but in person she was very shy, almost painfully so. She seemed nervous in my presence, which I didn’t completely understand, but it felt like I was intimidating her. I kind of liked it.
I made her split a dessert with me, and loved seeing her lick the blackberry sauce off my spoon. She looked right at me when she did it too, like a proper little slut. I almost felt proud of her.
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