by B. B. Hamel
We get to the bottom of the stairs and step out onto a small walkway. There are some trees planted here, a couple benches, and a beautiful view of the river. I step up to the edge and look out. She joins me, wrapping her arms through mine.
“Wow,” she says. “I didn’t know this was here.”
“Been here as long as I can remember. I went fishing here with my dad once or twice when I was a kid.”
She squeezes my hand and we stand there for a second in silence, looking out over the water.
I can’t help but wonder how I got to this moment. A gorgeous, beautiful rich girl on my arm, much younger than me, and a virgin. She wants me to teach her, to show her how to fuck, to use that beautiful body of hers. I feel lucky, but also I know she’s just as lucky.
Because she gets me to be her Daddy. There are a lot of shitty assholes in this city, and a lot of them run in her circle. The rich may be rich, but they’re also people, and people tend to be assholes. I like to think I’m not an asshole, or at least not a bad asshole.
I squeeze her hand. “Come on,” I say to her.
“Where to now?”
“Back to my car.” I don’t elaborate. I suddenly feel flushed as I pull her back toward the stairs and we climb back up. The lot is empty and there’s nobody around at all as we get to the car.
I grab her hips and press her up against the passenger side. She smiles a little. “We could have done this down there,” she says.
“No,” I say softly. “Not what I want to do right now.”
She looks a little surprised and I kiss her deeply. I love her taste, the way she kisses me back with little moans, her tongue so soft against mine. It drives me fucking crazy to explore her body.
My hands move along her hips and slide down underneath her skirt. I run my hand along her inner thigh until I get to her pussy. I can’t help but smirk when I feel it, wet already.
“You were thinking the same thing as me,” I whisper in her ear.
“What’s that?” she asks softly.
I slip my hand underneath her panties. I find her wet, swollen clit, and start to gently rub. “You were thinking about the other day. About what I said I want to do to you.”
“Tell me again,” she whispers.
I rub her clit slowly. “I want to slide my thick fingers into this little pussy. I want to suck your clit and tongue your cunt until you scream my name and come in my mouth.”
“Oh shit,” she moans softly. I smirk, sliding my fingers down, and press them deep inside of her.
“I’ve been thinking about this pussy for a long time,” I say. “Ever since I first saw you. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”
I reach behind her and open the car door. She’s surprised when I pull it open. I push her down onto the passenger seat then drop down to my knees in front of her. I spread her legs wide and reach up under her skirt.
“Gavin,” she says. “Somebody might see us.”
I grin. “Nobody is here. And we both know you don’t mind that.” I slide her panties off and toss them aside.
“Gavin!” she says.
I reach up and take her hair, tipping her head back. “No more complaining,” I say. “You just let me lick this little pussy until you can’t stop yourself from coming.”
She bites her lip and I spread her legs wide, hiking her skirt up. I kiss up her inner thigh before my tongue finds her clit.
She groans, tossing her head back as I start to suck and lick her swollen little spot. I love her taste, her delicious little taste, as my tongue and teeth and lips do their work.
I’ve never been so goddamn hard before in my life, but just the taste of her wet, pink little pussy drives me absolutely crazy inside. Her moans fill my head and drive me forward as I slide two fingers deep inside of her.
“You’re delicious,” I say. “Goddamn delicious. I’ve been dreaming of a pussy like this my whole life.” I reach up, fingers buried inside of her. I pull her toward me and kiss her deep on the mouth. She doesn’t shy away from her own taste that’s still on my tongue.
I pull back and drop down between her legs. She braces herself as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, sucking and licking her clit. I want to fuck her right now, sink my cock deep inside of her, but she’s not ready for that. I want to get her off first, make her come, make her know what I can do to her.
I love the way she moans, like with her whole body. She shudders and writhes as I suck and lick and finger-fuck her cunt. I’m not holding back at all, not easing her into this. I want it to be hot and dirty and fast, something she’s never experienced before.
“Oh god, Gavin,” she moans. “That feels too good. Oh shit, I don’t know, I don’t know if I can take it.”
“You can take it,” I say, fingers sliding in and out of her. “Go ahead, take it, you dirty fucking girl. Call me Daddy while you come.” I go back down, sucking her clit, licking it.
She grabs the back of my head, pressing me down harder as I continue to do my work. She’s clearly not letting up as I push her further, licking her harder and faster, getting dirty, her pussy dripping wet. Her hips move in rhythm with my mouth and I know she’s close.
She can’t stay quiet. She’s not holding back. Any thoughts she had about being in public are obviously gone now. I watch her face, and I know she’s close. I suck and lick her faster, moving faster, fingers buried inside of her.
“Oh shit,” she says, and her whole body tenses. I know she’s coming, and I don’t stop.
Her orgasm tastes incredible as it rushes through her body. She comes with every muscle, tensed and relaxed and tensed again, and I can see the pleasure on her face. She lets out one low groan, deep and intense. I don’t let up and I don’t hold back, making her orgasm as intense as possible.
Slowly, she finishes. I slide my fingers out of her and clean them off with my mouth, savoring her. She watches me with a mixture of shock, desire, and pure bliss. I smile at her then help her shift into the car so that I can shut the door.
I close it when she’s ready, then walk around to the driver’s side. She looks at me. “That was amazing,” she says.
I smirk at her. “Good. You have a lot to learn. But I can tell you’re eager.”
She blushes. “I guess so.”
I put my hand on her thigh. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”
She bites her lip. “Really?”
“We don’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, that’s enough for tonight.”
I start the engine and begin to pull away. “Wait, my panties.”
I grin at her. “Leave them there.”
“I can’t go around in a skirt without panties!”
“I want you to,” I say.
She blushes even deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”
I groan a little. “You’re learning so fast.”
We head back to her place. I stop at the usual spot and pull her against me, kissing her full and deep. It takes all my willpower to pull away.
“I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper.
“Yeah. Soon.” She kisses me one last time.
I watch her climb out and walk away. Her taste lingers on my lips as I drive home, though I follow her at a discreet distance to make sure she gets inside safely first.
Once I’m home, I get into my apartment, and my phone suddenly buzzes. I pull it out and it’s a picture from Sadie. I pull it open and can’t help but groan.
It’s a picture of her ass with the skirt hiked up in her bathroom mirror, no panties on.
I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck this girl and soon.
12
Sadie
After Gavin drops me off back home, I still feel like I’m flying high.
That was such a good date. Not just because of what happened at the end, although that of course is still very much on my mind. But the whole thing was easy and fun. He showed me a part of the city that I never saw before, and I feel like I’m really getting to know him.
I never expected Gavin to open up to me the way he has been. From what I know about him, which I have to admit isn’t a whole lot, he doesn’t seem like the type of man to really want to talk about himself and his past. We come from such different worlds, and the more I learn about him, the more I’m impressed with him.
And of course, there’s that moment back in the car. I never thought I’d let someone go down on me like that, let alone right out in the open where anyone could see. But it was so freaking hot, so incredible, that even as I head up to my apartment, I’m still floating from it.
Gavin is everything that he’s been promising and probably more. He already made me feel something I never expected, and that’s only the start. I got a taste of what he can do to my body, and I already know that I need more, and badly.
I get upstairs, smiling to myself, and slowly open up the front door. I shut it quietly behind me, trying to stay as silent as possible. The apartment is really big, and the bedrooms are far from the front entrance, but it’s possible that someone’s still awake. I don’t want to get caught.
I creep down the hall toward the stairs that lead up to the second floor and all the bedrooms. I’m a little nervous, though still happy. As I get near the staircase, a sound suddenly stops me short.
I turn and my older brother Michael is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, frowning at me.
“Are you just getting home?” he asks me.
I pause, not sure what to do. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I just went for a walk around the building.”
His frown deepens. “I didn’t hear you leave and I’ve been down here for an hour.”
Shit. What the hell is he doing? I’ve never been close with Michael, not even when we were kids. Maybe it’s because he’s four years older than I am, or maybe it’s because I’ve always preferred Peter.
Or maybe it’s just because Michael is a lot like my father. He shares all those values and doesn’t seem to question anything about our family. Michael is the ideal son, at least according to my father, and that’s bad news for me. I know he believes that if my parents think I should be married off to Milo then I should just do it, because that’s what’s best for me and for the family.
“I guess you weren’t listening,” I say, and turn to head upstairs.
“Wait,” he says, coming toward me. “Hold on.”
“What?” I ask him, heart hammering in my chest.
“Are you wearing makeup?”
I laugh a little bit, nervous and afraid. “I always wear makeup.”
“No, you don’t,” he says, watching me quietly. “Where are you coming from, Sadie?”
He knows. I can see it in his eyes. He put it together already, but he wants me to admit to it. He wants me to come out and say it.
“I was out,” I say softly. “And it’s none of your business.”
He shakes his head. “Father will be angry if you were with that Gavin man.”
“Why do you even care?” I ask him.
“Because I’m worried about you.”
That catches me off guard. I expected him to say something about duty to the family and upholding the family honor, but his response is totally not what I thought. He looks sincere as well.
“Don’t be,” I say to him.
“That man is a lot older than you,” he continues. “And he has a bad reputation. Sadie, I know we haven’t always been close, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m okay,” I say to him softly. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with Michael, of all people. I always thought he only cared about me because he had to, but this seems like genuine concern.
“Just be careful,” he says. “There’s a reason father doesn’t want you with this man.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I say to Michael. “I’m being careful.”
“Okay.” He shakes his head. “Mom and Dad are asleep, so just be quiet.”
I nod to him gratefully and hurry upstairs, not wanting to push my luck.
I partly expected him to start yelling, but that concern was totally unexpected. I feel incredibly fortunate and grateful as I get into my bedroom and shut the door, forgetting about Michael almost as soon as the lock clicks into place.
I should get to bed, but there’s one last thing I want to do. I head into my bathroom and take a picture for Gavin, something sexy, something I’ve never done before. I’m smiling to myself as I hit send, all concern and worry completely gone.
The next morning, I wake up from a single text from Gavin.
“Good morning. I’ve been looking at your picture all night. I need to see you again.”
I smile to myself and respond. “Soon,” I type, and hit send. I toss my phone aside then get up and get ready for the day.
I leave my phone behind when I head downstairs for breakfast. I’m feeling good, totally sure that I didn’t get caught. Mom and Dad were asleep and so they never heard me come in.
But as soon as I walk into the dining room, I know something is wrong. Mother and Peter aren’t there. Michael looks up at me with a frown then glances at father.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Michael says.
My father nods. “Thank you, son.”
Michael gets up and walks toward the door. When he’s on his way out, he pauses and looks at me. “This is for your own good,” he says softly, and then leaves.
Terror rings through me. I look at father and I know.
Michael freaking told on me.
I can’t believe it. That’s the most childish and awful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I was starting to think that he was a real older brother and I totally misunderstood him, but clearly I’ve been right all along. He only cares about the family and about doing what father tells him to do.
“Let me explain,” I say, but he stands.
“No, let me explain.” His eyes are cold and angry. “You’re forbidden from leaving this apartment. You’re forbidden from seeing that man ever again. You may not communicate with him. You may not do anything that I don’t approve of. Do you understand?”
I stare back at him and I have to hold back my tears. I’m so freaking angry I could scream. I don’t want to cry because I’m sad, I want to cry because it’s taking so much effort not to scream at him.
I’m not a little girl. I’m not some child that he can push around. I’m an adult, and I need to start acting like one.
I nod my head once. “Whatever you say, father,” I respond, practically spitting the words at him.
“Good.” He sits back down. “You’re dismissed.”
I stand there for a second, staring at him. “One day, you’ll realize that I’m not a child anymore,” I say softly.
“Unfortunately, you are still a child, and you will behave.” Father looks down at his paper. “Go back to your room. I’m finished with you.”
I stare at him, shaking with rage, but I turn and leave. I don’t want to scream at him, because I know it’ll only make things worse.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Michael is a traitor, an asshole, and a bastard. Father is going to crack down on me harder, probably get some staff members to spy on me or something. I bet he’ll turn off my WiFi or change the password or something like that. And I’m sure Thomas is already taking away my phone.
I’m not letting this stop me. Maybe I can’t do anything about it right now, but I’ll figure it out. I’m smart and a grown ass woman, and I need to get the hell out of this house. If I want to see Gavin, I’m going to see Gavin.
I won’t be used as some political piece by my family, and I won’t be treated like a little child.
I take a deep breath, steady myself, and then begin to plan.
13
Gavin
I don’t hear from Sadie for a week.
At first, I figure it’s just because she’s busy, or maybe because her family is pressuring her to stop seeing me. But her phone goes straight to voicemail and my messages are ignored. I try wri
ting her, and I even send her another present, this time a box with a new computer inside of it, but everything is ignored. There’s no reply. She never comes back on Skype, and she never answers any of my written letters.
I don’t know what the fuck to think.
“Seems pretty obvious to me,” Chuck says. We’re out to lunch exactly one week after I last saw Sadie.
“I’m sure it does,” I grunt at him.
“She got sick of looking at your ugly face.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “Too soon.”
Chuck frowns, sipping his whisky. “Damn. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“Like how?” I ask.
“Acting like a heartbroken little girl.” He grins at me.
I glare at him. “I’m not fucking heartbroken. I just don’t understand.”
“I don’t know, it seems obvious to me. The girl’s family hates you with a passion. And she’s clearly being controlled by them.”
“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head. “The fucking Tillmans.”
“That’s right. The fucking Tillmans.”
I sip my beer, not in the mood to be out right now, but Chuck insisted. I’ve been moping around too much, or at least according to him I have been.
I’m not fucking moping. I don’t mope. I just want to understand why Sadie disappeared after sending me that text in the morning, just a single word. The night before was so damn good, and things felt really perfect, and then she suddenly just disappears on me like a ghost.
“You have to admit,” Chuck says. “There’s a little irony in this.”
“Guess I don’t see it.”
“I mean, you’ve done this to plenty of girls.”
I can’t help but grin a little bit. “No way. I’m more tactful.”
“More tactful?” Chuck laughs, shaking his head. “Remember that Slovenian model you were dating for a little while?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, grinning back at him. “What was her name?”
