by Angela Blake
“Surrendering is a sign of strong will?” I had to repeat the words to get the image in my head right. “That sounds like an oxymoron, if you ask me.”
“It will make sense, in time I guess” he told me as he began to drive out of the parking lot. “Anywhere you want to go first?”
I didn’t really think about that. The whole day all I thought of was what to say and how I’d look but I didn’t really think about where we could go. “Well, you mind passing by my place first? I just want to change my clothes and take a shower real quick.”
He glanced at me then back at the road as he said, “Why not just go to the mall with me? Let’s get you some new clothes to wear.”
I gasped and looked at him with a confused look, “I don’t think so! I still need to take a shower, fix my makeup and all.”
Dylan only laughed, “Trust me, you’re fucking hot as you are now. Let’s just go to a mall, buy some clothes and then let you wash your face in the bathroom. You don’t need all that fancy makeup and everything. Good lipstick is all you need.”
That was a little sweet, in a weird way. “Thanks, I guess,” I told him. I was just too tired to argue with his point. “There is a problem though: brand new clothes cost a lot. Let’s just shop at a dollar store or something, I’m sure I can find something there that’s at least half-decent to look at.”
“No, no, no,” he told me. “We’re going to some nice shop in the mall or down Main Street and to get you something nice. Don’t mind the price, I did promise last night that I will cover the costs.”
For a moment I wasn’t going to agree but then I look another look at what I had on and figured there was no pain in just agreeing. “Sure,” I relented and smiled. “You are buying me some makeup too, right?”
Dylan laughed and nodded.
“Definitely,” he said and took a left turn. We were heading down to the main shopping lane, downtown. “How ‘bout we stop at a restaurant first, get you all washed up and we can buy ourselves a snack?”
Well, I was hungry. “I like that idea. Mind if I get a chicken sandwich and a sundae?”
For some reason the way he looked at me and nodded just seemed so surreal. I couldn’t help but smile and reach out to touch his hand.
***
“Hey, you look a lot better,” he said as he looked at me. I had just gotten out of the bathroom, having washed my face and fixed myself up a little bit with some lipstick. I went with red - it looked perfectly hot and maybe even a little naughty with the way it accented my pale skin and the color of my eyes. I let my hair down after it had been up in a bun all day and I guess he found it sexy because I noticed his gaze was fixed on the way it swayed around my hips.
I sat down in the seat opposite him and took a spoonful of my sundae. I just watched as he kept his gaze on me.
“Thanks,” I answered after chugging down on my drink. “Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”
“Has anyone told you you’re so damn fucking hot?”
I laughed and shook my head before replying, “A lot of guys have called me hot but not once did they say it that way.”
“In what way?”
I looked up and met his gaze. A naughty little smile crept up on my face and it was too late to hide it, “In a way that kinda meant you want to fuck me.”
Dylan smiled as well. For a moment he didn’t say a damn word and it gave me all the time in the world to just study his features. It was at this time I got to notice some of the intricacies that gave away his age, like the deeper lines around his mouth and some of the wrinkles by his eyes. It didn’t take away from his good looks - in fact, I thought these features made him look even hotter than before. He was like a really hot Santa Claus that would give me all the gifts I wanted even when it wasn’t Christmas.
“What if I told you I did?” he pressed on. He still kept his gaze fixed directly on me, like he was luring me with his eyes.
“You wouldn’t be the first to say so,” I admitted. “No one’s claimed the prize though.”
Immediately his face twisted with a look of surprise written all over him. “You’re a virgin?”
I nodded silently.
“In this day and age, you’re still a virgin?” He really had to press that point on, didn’t he? He then continued, “Why haven’t you tried sleeping with a man before? You dig other girls or something?”
“Oh, it’s not that I don’t want to lose it to someone,” I told him. “I honestly do want to but the opportunity to do it with the right guy has never come to pass. Back in high school I did try it with this one guy, Bobby, but it didn’t work out. His mom kept checking on us so the most I ever did was suck his cock.”
“At least you can suck a cock,” Dylan told me.
I should have been a little bit offended but somehow the words he said only empowered me. I had to smile and say “Yeah, I can, can’t I? I don’t know why I never had sex with someone before. It just seems like every guy I end up dating with is a total jerk and I don’t want to fuck some guy I won’t care about the next day. What happens then? We go our separate ways and then I’m left wanting for more but can’t get any.”
Dylan sipped from his cup of soft drinks, swallowed, then said “That’s a real dilemma, trust me. I’ve had one-night stands before. Sure, while fucking it all seems all nice and dandy but then when she’s gone I have this itch that I can’t reach and it makes me want to go out and find someone else to satisfy that craving.”
“See, if I do that people will call me a slut.”
He shrugged that concept right off the bat, “So what? Be a slut. You’re the one getting satisfied. Everyone else is just putting a label on you but they don’t get to see the full picture. Look at your friend, Ysabel.”
“What about her?”
“She’s being a full-on slut to Matthew,” he pointed out. “Even when I’m around I catch her sucking his cock or letting him pound her pussy for a quickie when I’m in the shower or falling asleep. I’m sure they do it even more often in your place since they live there.”
Well, he was right about Ysa. I knew she slept around and all but ever since she married Matt she was giving him all her attention. I don’t even think she fucked anyone else after meeting him.
“That’s true,” I admitted. “Doesn’t that show how much she loves him? She’s really giving it her all.”
“Maybe it just really turns her on,” Dylan said. “Everyone’s got their own fantasies and fetishes. Triggering those is what turns us on and makes us enjoy the experience. Maybe you haven’t had sex with someone simply because they don’t know or don’t understand what tickles you.”
This conversation was steering into territory I wasn’t really ready to dive into yet but I couldn’t change the topic. Dylan was on to something and I wanted to figure it out as well. Maybe there really was something lacking in my past relationships.
“How do you figure it out?” I asked.
Dylan finished off his meal then said, “First, got to make sure you’re comfortable with everything we say. You can’t hide words like fuck, cunt, pussy, cum, and whatever else is said during sex. All of that should be said without hesitation.”
“Well, that’s easy enough,” I replied. “I have no qualms whatsoever about saying dirty words. I think I could work as a romance or erotica novelist since I use those words so often.”
That shifted his mood a little. I guess it was just nice to know I wasn’t so conservative to avoid words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ the way most girls are. Maybe I’ve spent too much time with Ysa.
“Good,” he stated and rose from his seat. He offered his hand to help me get up as well. “Let’s buy you something new to wear and we can continue this conversation later.”
“Thank you,” I said. “You’re being extra nice, daddy.”
“Calling me ‘daddy’ now, are you?”
Again, a wicked smile spread from ear
to ear as I said “Yeah. You did say last night that you liked it.”
“That I did,” he conceded and walked me out of the fast food joint and back to the car. “Let’s go get you that dress.”
***
We spent a good chunk of time in the mall, scouring through different shops in the hope that I’d find something I could be comfortable in. After an hour I finally found something we both agreed was great: a red, strapless mini-dress. It was sexy, it was hot and to be honest it was even a little naughty. I didn’t mind ripping the tag off immediately after buying it and putting it on just so I could get out of my stupid work clothes. While I was changing, Dylan took the courtesy of buying me a pair of high heels as well.
“Wow, how’d you know my size?” I asked while trying them on. We were seated in the food court and he simply sat across me, watching as I strapped on the new footwear. He took my office shoes and placed them in a bag.
“I sized you up while we were eating,” he answered. He raised his eyebrow and smiled before saying “You look absolutely gorgeous. I mean, you’re fucking hot.”
“Thank you, daddy,” I said and looked up at him with a grin edging on the corner of my lips.
Dylan reached out and held my hand, pressing it down against the table. I felt the roughness and the weight of his hand and yet it also felt incredibly warm and comforting, like a flame burning in a homely fireplace. All at once I felt like I was being held by the hottest man alive and also by someone I could look up to, knowing he would take good care of me.
“It’s a good thing you know what to call me,” he said, his brown eyes again completely fixed on me. “It got me really curious about what your fetishes might be.”
“Do you really want to know?” I asked. I was starting to breathe a little heavier as I knew I was sharing details even my ex-boyfriends weren’t aware of. It’s not that I didn’t feel like letting them know my fantasies it was just that I didn’t think the things I liked would turn them on. “I mean, do you really want to know?”
He cocked his head and frowned, “Why? Are your fantasies a little unconventional? Don’t tell me you want to lose your virginity to a dead guy or something.”
I burst out laughing and shook my head, “No, no, nothing like that. I just want to try being forced down. I don’t want any of that slow romance stuff they try to push in movies and stuff. I want a guy who can push me down and take me like he wants me and make me scream for more.”
That lit a fire in his eyes and I suddenly realized I had walked into a trap of my own making. He was pushing me to talk about my fetishes.
“So a few ropes, cuffs and blindfolds?” he asked.
I shook my head, “No. I want something more than just the black leather and light spanking.”
“Beyond the superficial,” he stated. “That’s a good thing. I wouldn’t be interested if you thought BDSM and submission was just about getting strapped down, spanked and fucked. It’s about a deep bond between the slave and the master. There’s a strong tie of respect and satisfying each other’s desires.”
“You oddly know a lot about this, daddy,” I commented. Had he done BDSM-related things before?
Dylan nodded, “I got an idea that might turn you on.”
“Wanna make a bet?” I asked. “If it does turn me on, I’ll let you take my virginity.”
There was an air of silence for a moment as Dylan sat in awe at the weight of my proposal. I got him with this one. I wanted to have sex but the opportune moment never came before. Maybe this would be it. Of course, I wasn’t just going to be a slut and give it to him without some effort. I needed to see if he could really get my gears going. To his advantage, he was goddamn hot.
“That’s one hell of a dare,” he told me. “My idea is to let me kidnap you one of these nights, bring you to my place and let me take full advantage of you.”
Fuck. I felt the area between my legs begin to moisten just a little bit as the mere mention of him kidnapping and using me as he pleased was arousing me. While he was unaware of it, I spend a lot of time daydreaming of a hot guy doing exactly what he just proposed.
“If I say yes,” I slowly answered, “would you guarantee my safety? If I ever want us to stop, would you swear to stop?”
Dylan nodded, “You can trust me. I promise. Even when I’m busy roughing you up, I will never go over the line. I need you to tell me right now, though, what safe word do you want?”
“Safe word?”
“Saying ‘no’ is not going to work because it’s part of the game,” he explained. “Even if you scream it all night I’m not going to stop. If you say the safety word, however, then I guarantee you I will quickly stop. Even if I am deep inside you, I will stop the moment you say your safety word.”
I felt even more aroused when I heard him say ‘deep inside you’ while looking at me. “Okay, how about ‘banana’ then?”
“Banana sounds fine then,” Dylan said. “Just a fair warning: I will not let you know when I will come. I will not tell you beforehand. I will just come, one night, and grab you. For a single night or maybe more, I will keep you in my basement and fuck you like a goddamn slut. I will own you.”
Oh my God… fuck me, damn it. I wanted to reach down and play with myself. I wanted him to pick me up, kiss me, drag me to his car and take advantage of me. I’ve rarely ever felt this aroused to let a man even think about fucking me and now was one of those times.
“All right, daddy,” I said in the most seductive tone I could muster. “Let’s do this.”
Chapter Three
Fortunately for my own sanity, Dylan didn’t try to push forward with more sensual talk that day. We settled for a simple walk around the mall, dinner in a fast food joint and then he drove me home. I wanted to spend more time with him but he insisted we play it safe for now.
The days that followed just seemed to drag. Every day I’d see Ysa with her husband and it just made me think more about Dylan. I called him ‘daddy’ in everything now, from our chat messages online to our texts and whenever he calls me on the phone. I loved the attention he was giving me… he was treating me like a princess and to be honest I fucking loved it.
I was getting excited. I read romance books and erotica stories online. I looked at images of young girls with gag balls in their mouths or with their arms cuffed while a man fucks them from behind. I spent hours looking at Dylan’s photos and imagined what his face would look like when he had sex with me.
I couldn’t even believe I just willingly agreed to give him my virginity after having held onto it for so long.
The more exciting thing was that I was left all alone in the house these past few nights. Ysa and Matt have been hanging out in a poker club lately and I don’t really like to gamble so I tend to stay back. Maybe I was just hoping Dylan would come and sneak in during the times they were gone.
***
“Hey,” Ysa bugged me as we were in the living room watching re-runs of daytime soap operas. “Why don’t you ever join us at Cory’s?”
“I don’t gamble,” I shrugged.
She looked at me like I was the most guilty person on the planet. “You don’t but you know you should. You’re a fucking genius at poker, we could get rich.”
“Or lose everything we have and we’ll both end up having to whore ourselves out to pay the bills.”
Ysa laughed. “I already do that with Matt. He pays for everything for me and all I got to do is suck his cock.”
“You’re a slut.” Well, it was true and she didn’t hide it. “You love Matt anyway, it’s not like you’re disgusted with sleeping with him.”
“True, true,” and Ysa leaned over to grab a can of soft drinks from the centertable in front of us. She took a sip and said, “Well, what do you do all night while we’re gone?”
“There’s a thing called sleep, you know,” I was being as sarcastic as I possibly could. “You should honestly try it some time.”
W
e both laughed and I got up to take a shower.
“Hey, would you do me a favor?” Ysa requested just as I was heading upstairs to the bathroom. “We’re leaving again tonight. Could you keep the door unlocked? Matt can’t find our key and we don’t want to wake you up when we come home.”
I nodded and headed in to take a shower. I checked my phone first, hoping Dylan would text me. I wanted to let him know the door would be open, giving him the right opportunity to just break in and abduct me, his little “daughter” and toy, but that would be too blatant. He wanted it to be spontaneous and that meant keeping it a surprise.
So I just tossed my phone back on my bed when I saw there was nothing. I took a shower and went to bed.
***
“Say a word and I will slam my fist against your fucking face!”
My eyes shot open as a man’s hand covered my mouth tight, keeping me muffled. The person was holding a handkerchief and it smelled cold and foul and it was only after a second or two that I realized it was drugged.
I tried to look around real quick but the lights were off. All I could make out was the feint silhouette of a man standing by the edge of my bed, with his hand pressing down on my face and his other holding a circular object.
Consciousness was slipping. I wanted to fight back but even when I tried to raise my fist to punch it had no weight on its impact. All I could do was squirm a little and kick but even that felt nothing. It was like swimming against a heavy current.
Zip!
I fought to keep my eyes open. I saw him take the object in his hand, which turned out to be duct tape, and he lifted his grasp on my face for a moment as he then taped my mouth shut. I wanted to scream but all I could muster was a lifeless moan.
In the darkness I saw the man open a backpack and he produced a rope.
Fuck… is this it? Dylan… hurry! Before I panic please take me away, daddy!
He lifted my hands and the last thing I remembered was him tying my hands around my back.
