by B. B. Hamel
I can’t believe he sent me this. I’ve never had a man do something like this before. I should be insulted that he’d be so forward like this, and maybe a little wary now that I know about his bad reputation, but I just don’t care. In this moment, I’m more than excited imagining Gavin slowly peeling the bra and matching panties from my body.
I’ve never felt so sexy in my whole life. I want to try it on, but I can’t. I’m too nervous, afraid that I might get caught. Instead, I quickly put the lingerie away and hide the box in the back of my closet. I tear up the card into tiny pieces and put it back into the cardboard. I’ll have Thomas or someone else dispose of it for me, just to make sure my parents don’t see and ask me what I bought.
It’s stupid that I have to sneak around my parents like this, but I’m still stuck under their thumb. I can’t help it. I don’t have any skills, and only a high school education. I don’t know what I’d do out in the real world without the safety net of my family.
But now more than ever, I want to explore the world outside of my own little bubble. And Gavin, for all his flaws, may be the perfect way to do that.
5
Gavin
I can’t get the girl out of my head.
I don’t know why. I’ve never been so hung up on someone before. I’ve been with plenty of women, some of them rich, all of them beautiful, but none of them holds a candle to Sadie.
I just keep seeing her coy little smile at dinner, the way she laughs, the way our conversation flowed with such ease. I can’t stop imagining what I’d do to her body.
Sending her the lingerie wasn’t hard. Her family’s address is easy enough to get, and I figured that if I sent it to her but didn’t include a return address, she might just get it.
But I have no clue if she did or not, because she didn’t call. I don’t know what I expected, sending her lingerie. I knew it would rile her up at the very least. I half thought she might call me angry and demand an explanation.
But I got something worse. I got silence.
I didn’t expect silence. Anger I can deal with. Excitement and desire, obviously I want those. But just nothing, well, that drives me even crazier. Makes me want her even more.
A couple days after the date and sending her the lingerie, I went to get a drink with my closest friend, Chuck Peck. He’s a friend from high school, one of the smartest guys I know. He turned his high school education into a job on Wall Street trading stocks.
Chuck sips his whisky and cocks his head at me. “So what are you going to do?” he asks. I just finished telling him the story of Sadie Tillman.
I shrug. “Not sure what I can do.”
“Not like you to just give up.”
“Never said I’d given up.” I grin at him. “Just need a new angle.”
“The lingerie thing was a bold move.”
“You know me. Can’t do anything halfway.”
“Maybe you scared the girl,” he muses.
I frown a little bit and sip my own whisky. It’s smoky and malty, a really gorgeous blend. “Maybe,” I admit. “I don’t think so, though.”
“The Tillmans are no joke,” Chuck says. “What if they found the box and she never got it?”
“I suspect I’d be meeting with their lawyers then,” I say, grinning.
Chuck sighs. “It’s not funny, man,” he says. “The Tillmans are like… buying out Congress rich. You know what I mean?”
“Not to mention connected as all hell,” I say, nodding. “I get it.”
“Why mess with them?”
“I’m not,” I say.
“You are. There are plenty of women in this city, and almost all of them won’t get you in fucking trouble with the Tillman family.”
“I’ve had all of those women,” I say, grinning. “There’s just something about this one. I don’t know, man. I can’t explain it.”
He looks at me then sighs, shaking his head. “You’re going to keep going after her, aren’t you? Nothing I can say?”
“You’ve known me long enough to know I’m not going to back off,” I say.
He shrugs. “Okay then. What’s your next move?”
“Another package,” I say. “But I need to think of what to put inside of it.”
“Can’t help you there,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ll listen and advise, but I’m not crossing that line.”
“You afraid of the Tillmans?”
He stares at me for a second then nods his head. “You’re damn right I am.”
We go back to drinking and change the subject, but I can’t really blame him. Chuck is a smart guy, and he’s been around long enough to know that you don’t mess with people like the Tillmans.
I’ve learned that same lesson, but apparently it didn’t stick. Because the next day, despite warnings from Chuck, I find myself putting together another package.
This one is smaller, much smaller. It’s a box about eight inches long, two inches wide, and inside is a gorgeous little black vibrator.
I can’t help but feel excited as hell as I put together this package. I write a little more on the card this time, heart racing.
You have the outfit and now you have the toy. Call me to discuss what to do with it. Gavin.
I grin to myself as I put it all together. If her family intercepts this thing, I’ll be totally fucked. They’ll come after me hard, and I can’t really blame them.
But she won’t be able to ignore this if she does get it somehow. The lingerie was pushing it, but this vibrator is stepping over the line and then running way past it. It’s going to piss her off, or maybe it’s going to excite her, but it’s going to get a reaction.
I mail it off and then I wait. I sent the package by courier, so I know that she’ll get it by the morning at the latest, I can barely sleep that night, thinking about how she’ll react when she wakes up to this little surprise on her doorstep, or however rich girls like her get their mail.
I get up early, workout to keep my mind occupied, and then I get my coffee and head into the office. I try to distract myself with work, but I can’t stop thinking about that package and about Sadie. She’s so fucking gorgeous and smart and funny, and she probably doesn’t even realize how much she has to offer. I bet her family keeps her locked up tight, ready to be traded off to some other rich family in exchange for some business ties or some shit.
A few hours trickle past. I keep looking at the clock and feeling more and more anxious. No one comes or goes, and soon I’m forced to have lunch. I eat at my desk, unable or unwilling to leave my office. I don’t know why. I keep looking at my phone, willing it to ring, but it doesn’t.
The day slowly slips past. I know she got it, or at least the couriers say it was delivered to her address. Maybe the family intercepted it and I’m fucked, or maybe she’s just so insulted that she won’t respond to me. I can’t imagine that’s the case, though, but the lunch hour comes and goes and I hear nothing.
All day passes. I’m practically sweating this goddamn thing, and I almost start to regret sending it.
But no, no, I don’t regret shit. I want this girl, and I need to find a way to get her. Maybe this package didn’t work, but something else will. I’m not giving up so easily.
I head home around seven that night, disappointed but accepting my situation. If she got the package and didn’t call, that means she’s probably beyond my reach. But if she didn’t get it, that meant the family knows what I’ve sent her, and I’m in deep shit.
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.
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.
“Good,” he says. “We’re going dancing.”
I feel a little flutter in my chest. I’ve been to clubs before, of course, but never with someone like Gavin.
We fall into a comfortable conversation until we arrive. It’s a place I recognize, or at least have heard of. It’s new, the sort of place I would have gone with my friends if they hadn’t all left for school. We climb out and Gavin skips the line, nodding at the bouncer as he lets us inside.
It’s obviously new. Everything looks clean and like it was recently taken out of plastic or something. It’s pretty crowded, which surprises me since it’s the middle of the week. Gavin walks confidently through the crowd and leads us to a private table. He must have set this up already, because there’s a bottle of champagne on ice waiting for us.
“To our second date,” he says, pouring two glasses. He hands me mine and we clink. I sip the cold
, sweet, bubbling champagne and look out at the club.
Beautiful people dance to the loud beat. Gavin sits close to me, his hand on my thigh, and I feel really out of place. I’m dressed for a walk in the street, not for a night out at the club. I have lingerie on underneath my sweater and jeans, but that’s not enough. I wish I had a cuter dress or something to make me blend in with the crowd better.
Gavin doesn’t seem to mind. He seems to only have eyes for me. I smile at him as he leans toward me.
“Dance?” he asks, that one word sending a thrill down my spine.
I look at him for a second then quickly nod. I want nothing more than to dance with this man. I want to feel him close to me. I crave it actually. I want to sweat and make him sweat and lose myself out there.
He grins and finishes his drink. I do the same, feeling good. He stands, takes me by the hand, and leads me out onto the dance floor. We join the mass of people all writhing to the beat. He moves his hips up against mine and I wrap my arms around his neck as he puts his hands on my hips.
We move together like that to the music, and I’m unsure of myself at first. I’ve never really danced with a total stranger like this before. I’ve danced with guys at clubs of course, but my girlfriends were always with me, and it was always something like a joke.
But this is totally different. My girlfriends are nowhere to be seen and I’m disobeying my family to be out with this man. He’s much older than me, and I know exactly what he wants from me. Gavin hasn’t tried at all to hide his intentions.
That sends a serious thrill up my spine. I’ve never been with a man as forward as Gavin before. Hell, I’ve never been with a real man before, period.
He’s a good dancer, and quickly I forget about my reservations. The crowd is lively and the dance floor is packed, but neither of us seems to really care. Soon it becomes just about me and him, like we’re totally alone in this mass of writhing and dancing bodies.
I feel so good. I didn’t know I could feel this good. One song blends seamlessly into another, and we keep dancing, our bodies staying close. I’m smiling, and sweating, and so is he, but neither of us care.
