by Angela Blake
“You love Dylan enough to marry him?” Ysa asked me once we were sure Matt was out of earshot.
I never really thought about it. My thoughts so far were just about whether or not I wanted to get into a relationship with BDSM involved, about getting away from Michael and about discovering what I really wanted in life and in a partner. Marriage was the last thing on my mind lately.
“Maybe,” I replied. “I can imagine what life would be like if I married him.”
“He is filthy rich, you know,” Ysa pointed out, half sincere and half jokingly. “You’d be set for life.”
“Even if I did marry him, I’d still work,” I didn’t want to become a lazy bitch that just depended on her husband’s money. “I don’t want to be a liability for him. I want him to love me and to feel like I’m doing my own thing.”
Ysa rolled her eyes, “I hear an ego speaking.”
We both laughed but deep inside I knew she was right. It was my ego speaking but that didn’t mean I was wrong either. I really didn’t want to become a liability for Dylan. I didn’t want to just stop working and become a girl he just comes home to for sex. I want to learn how to cook great meals, how to manage a business or at least continue working where I am now. I need to have my own life separate from him, even if just for a little bit, so that I never forget who I really am. Heck, I’d settle for just a simple hobby that I can do on my own.
“Hey!” Matt hollered from downstairs. “Dylan’s here guys, let’s go!”
“We’re fucking coming!” Ysa yelled back. She then turned to me, “Put your shoes on. Let’s go. Oh, and remember: he’s all yours.”
Downstairs, we found Matt in his usual jeans and casual black shirt and Dylan was, surprisingly, not wearing something formal for once. Instead, he had one a pair of Chuck Taylor’s shoes, jeans, and a tight black shirt. He reminded me a bit of Nick.
Now that I think of it, Dylan was like the perfect blend of the good qualities of both Nick and Michael. He was a rock star, he was polite, he was rich, he was genuinely in love with me, he treated me like a princess but at the same time he knew how to be rough, how to dominate me, how to take full control and how to fuck me like he wants me.
Maybe that’s why I didn’t click with either Nick or Michael; they were only half of the man I really wanted.
“There’s our babies,” Matt said as he saw me and Ysa come down.
“There’s my baby,” Dylan said the moment he saw me in particular.
I wanted to impress and I wanted him to feel the burning desire to sleep with me. I wanted him to long for me. To do so, I decided to go with a black sleeveless top and a green mini-skirt. I tied my hair in a bun of sorts, fully exposing my ears and neck. To accentuate, I wore a pair of looped earrings and a beautiful sapphire pendant - which was fake, by the way - so that I could keep his eyes on my tits. To further make my legs look long I decided to go with four-inch high heels that strapped a little above my ankles. Wearing the choker was just a cherry on top.
Ysa, on the other hand, went full-on naughty with her outfit. She decided to go with a black crop-top and a plaid, schoolgirl mini-skirt paired with long white socks. She looked like a schoolgirl ready to fuck on prom night.
The way Matt looked at Ysa was hilarious. It was like he wanted to rip his pants off and fuck her right then and there in our living room. Dylan and I just shrugged it off, laughed, and we all made our way to the theater.
***
Surprisingly, Dylan behaved during the movie… or at least, for the majority of it. By the third quarter I was the one getting a little fidgety and he could sense it.
“Baby, you getting a little horny?” he asked me.
I nodded but then remembered how dark it was inside. “Yes daddy. Is there anything I can do to pass the time?”
Even with Ysa and Matt beside us, Dylan had no second thought or worries about unzipping and whipping out his cock. It was too dark for anyone to notice, anyway, I guess. As soon as I was sure he had it out I bent over and gave it a kiss.
Mmm it was damn delicious. Yes, I was becoming addicted to this and I wanted so much more. I slobbered and drooled over his cock while I devoured it, licking it up and down like a lollipop and sucking it in as deep as I could without gagging.
Dylan was going to blow his load but I didn’t want that. For once, I wanted to be the one in charge and without even saying a word he knew what I wanted. He slouched even further into his seat and this gave me enough room to straddle on top, move my panties aside, and ride his cock as the movie continued playing.
As I continued to fuck him he bit down on my nipples and suckled on the one on the right. Fortunately, he had a helping hand this time as Ysa was rubbing and squeezing my other breast. When I looked to the side and squinted hard to see in the darkness I found Matt looking at us, masturbating furiously at the display in front of him.
Dylan finally did cum and he did so inside me. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I stayed on top of him for a while but after a few minutes I knew I had to get back in my seat as the movie was about to end. The lights would come on and we might get in trouble if the public saw us fucking like this.
When I sat back down and we all fixed ourselves up, Dylan leaned in towards me and whispered into my ear, “You’re delicious, baby. You made daddy very happy. I have a special treat for you tonight.”
Ooh, a gift! I wonder what it was. I just found it oddly shocking that he had a gift ready for me the moment I called him.
Dylan then handed me a small box. At first I thought it might be a ring or maybe a necklace of some sorts. However, the box was a little square and so I figured it might contain a sexy outfit or lingerie. I decided to just fucking open it and surprise myself with whatever it was he had in mind to give me --
It was the egg vibrator.
My jaw dropped and I looked at him just as the lights turned on in the theater.
“You like it?” he asked me.
“I’ll wear it with pride,” I answered and hurriedly began getting up so I could run to the bathroom and put it in me. Of course, though, Ysa saw it.
“Hey, that’s kinky,” Ysa said, maybe a little too loudly too because I noticed a few people looking at us. Well, they were either looking because of Ysa’s words and she was too loud or because they might have noticed us having sex right here in the theater.
Dylan smiled and they both high-fived.
Ysa grabbed the vibrator and took a closer look at it. “Wow, it’s five different levels of intensity. That would be really good for going out. You can keep it on low while in a restaurant then turn it up high when in the car.”
Matt prodded his wife and asked, “Oh, you’d love something like that, wouldn’t you babe? Maybe we can stop by the sex store and get one too.”
“You’ll need something bigger than this then,” I told Matt as I took my gift back from Ysa. “Ysa’s cunt can swallow a fucking whale.”
We all laughed, even Ysa, acknowledging that she was pretty well exercised in sex. She had sex since we were young. A little vibrator like this wouldn’t feel like much for her.
Dylan then gave me a pat on the head and then wrapped his arm around my waist, “Well, before we all go our separate ways how about we have dinner?”
“Sounds good to me,” Matt said. “I’m starving. Chocolate and popcorn is fine during a movie but now I’m starving for real food.”
“Usual spot?” Ysa and I asked at the same time.
Both boys nodded.
“You can consider this as some kind of anniversary or whatever,” Ysa told both Dylan and I. “We set you guys up to meet there. Now it’s where your first real dinner date - as a reconciled horny couple - will be. That’s just beautiful.”
All I could think of was giving daddy a blowjob underneath the dining table.
“That sounds like a great way to build more memories,” Dylan rode on Ysa’s sentimental trip. “I’ll drive us all there. We can come back for Matt’s car later.”
We all agreed to the plan, which allowed us to continue talking inside the car, and headed for the Chinese restaurant.
After a short drive out of the movie theater Dylan drove us to the Chinese restaurant. It was the same establishment where I first met him. It was just a few months ago but it felt like it’d been forever already. So much has happened in just three and a half months.
We all stepped in, back in Dylan’s special VIP room, the waiters were a little bit more responsive and quick on their feet this time. We ordered a similar package of an 8-course meal and a couple of drinks.
Sitting there, eating with the people I truly cared about, made me think about everything that was to come. Matt had always been good to me - probably because he wants to fuck me - and Ysa has always been more like a sister than just a friend. Dylan, of course, is my daddy. He’s my fuck buddy, my daddy, my master, my owner, my friend and my lover.
“Baby,” Dylan interrupted my thoughts as he called me to his side. I scooted closer beside him and rested my head on his arm. It felt perfect to be there.
He must have felt the same way too because he grabbed my hand and pulled me. I was compelled to get up a bit and sit on his lap. I wasn’t wearing panties anymore, having taken them off in the car, and I fully felt his hard boner pressing up against my ass and pussy.
“Get a room,” Ysa joked.
I joked back, “We did. We got this one. It’s got food and somehow you guys are included too.”
Everybody laughed. It was a perfect moment and a perfect way to end the night.
I will always recall that evening. It was one of the most special moments in my life. It was the time I knew that I could blend my unique sex life with Dylan along with the normal social life most people expect from a person. I was fine dining with my boyfriend and our friends in a high-end restaurant but at the same time I had a vibrator in my pussy and I called my lover ‘daddy’ whenever possible.
Sure, it was a fine line but daddy didn’t mind. Sometimes he let us both break the rules just so we could feel our humanity again.
Epilogue
It’s been six months now since I got back together with Dylan. Michael never bothered me after the incident and I even heard a rumor that he was transferring out of the company to move to London. If that comes true then I could truly get him out of my life forever.
Ysa and Matt finally decided to get those threesomes done. Ever since then Ysa has been asking if me and Dylan could join for one big orgy. I still wasn’t so sure about it so I just kept telling them I’ll think about. I’m pretty sure I’ll give in anyway, since it might mean I’ll get to experience a double penetration. I wonder what it will feel like to be sandwiched between Dylan and Matt.
Of course the highlight of my life was my weekly session with Dylan. For most days we were like regular couples and we even fucked like regular couples, only with a tint of rough sex here and there. I loved it every time he would yank my hair, choke me a little or slap me. However, the more hardcore BDSM play was reserved for Wednesday nights. Those were the nights I always looked forward to.
We weren’t completely decided yet on whether or not we’ll get married. Dylan and I were already in the mindset that we were kind of married anyway since we lived together now, we had a shared bank account and we did pretty much everything as a couple. Maybe we might get married just to get the legal stuff out of the way. We did plan on moving to Japan or even Norway someday and having a marriage license would be to our benefit.
I was happy. Dylan was definitely happy to have his baby girl back. Well, to be honest, I felt like more than just his little submissive. I felt more like the girl he cherished, the one he wanted to love and spoil and give all his attention to. I felt special. I was his evening princess.
THE END
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Blaire Hamilton wiped the sweat off his brow and squinted as he spat out the brittle collecting in the corner of his mouth. He hunched over, placed his hands on his hips and took a deep calming breath.
He just had the wind knocked out of him, that was all.
He just needed to get the air back in his lungs, so he waited for the searing pain he felt from within to subside before looking back.
While he waited, he knew he should take advantage of the situation and study the opposing team’s weakness.
They left one of their players open, and Blaire knew that in a few minutes once they let him back in the game, he would be able to take him out easily.
As the pain in his chest subsided, he leaned back and blinked to clear his vision. He had been so focused on the point guard, he didn’t notice the basketball that came flying out of nowhere and collided into him smack dab in the middle of his chest.
He was a bit winded, but he also really needed the time out to regroup and clear his head.
His head dropped forward, and he scanned the crowd, taking in the smell of stale sweat, freshly brewed popcorn, and he could almost taste the tension in the air.
This is why he loved being in the NBA.
The rush, the adrenaline, the lights, and how a hush fell on the crowd as all eyes turned to him. He loved taking stock of how people held their breaths in collective anticipation as he dribbled the ball, stood poised and then let it fly through the air knowing that in most cases, it usually landed with a final swoop causing the crowd to erupt into a frenzy of love and cheers.
Most people would find being center stage intimidating, but Blaire wasn’t like that. He relished it so much, and he had been working towards it for years. Pretty much since he picked up a basketball in high school.
At 27 years old, Blaire was the youngest player on the team, but he was scouted pretty much once he got to college. He just put it off so he could get a degree in History, which had always been a passion of his.
The scout was peeved at his decision, but knowing that players like Blaire only came along once in a blue moon, had agreed to hold off on making a formal offer provided he could still play as well four years later.
As soon as he graduated with a bachelor’s degree in History, Blaire had showed up, made a slam dunk and left the scout with his mouth hanging open.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Blaire stood up abruptly and began to stretch his muscles. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.
Need to get a bloody haircut, he thought to himself as he continued to stretch his muscles. Blaire’s blue eyes scanned the crowd nonchalantly as he idly wondered who he would pick up for the night. The team would probably be having a party afterwards, and he also liked to have female company. As his shirt rode up to reveal a finely taut stomach, he heard some of the women nearby sigh and mutter his name.
He turned around and gave them a quick wink as his eyes roamed over them. Too young, he thought as he dismissed them and eyed another potential group in the back who were waving and screaming frantically so he could notice them.
He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement and flashed them a row of pearly white teeth. His eyes immediately landed on a petite blonde in the middle who even from his vantage point had voluptuous curves and a nice rack.
She licked her lips suggestively, and he could immediately feel himself getting turned on just by looking at her. He mouthed the words ‘later’ and turned around before he got a massive boner that would make him unable to focus for the rest of the night.
A flash of chestnut brown hair caught his attention, and Blaire frowned as he saw the brunette walk by. His heart skipped a beat as he wondered for a moment if it was her.
Sienna Hummel.
He hadn’t seen Sienna since he graduated from college, and the thought of her being there had his heart anxiously skipping ten beats, as his palms began to grow sweaty.
He gritted his teeth and told himself to get over it. Sienna wasn’t here. There was no way. H
e had ended things once he graduated because he knew that Sienna wanted a nice quiet life, and he wanted more.
He had loved her once, but he loved the sounds of girls screaming his name on and off the field even more. It was that thirst and lust for fame and the lifestyle that came along with it that drove him to end it; that, and her deception.
He shook his head to clear away the remnants of the past and turned around to find his team mate and best friend, Mark Berry come running towards him.
Mark ran his hands through his shaggy blonde hair, making it stick up on all ends. His green eyes scanned Blaire carefully, “Are you ready to be back in the game man?”
Blaire gave a swift nod, “More than.”
Mark gave him a grin before he shoved him towards the court, “Alright, I’m out for a few.”
He plopped onto the bleachers, and Blaire ran towards the center of the court where his team was huddled. They went over a strategy before calling out break.
Before the referee blew the whistle, Blaire cast his glance upwards once more and flashed the petite blonde from earlier a panty-dropping grin that had the blonde tighten her legs in response.
Blaire smirked at her response before turning his attention back to the game just in time for the referee to blow the whistle.
*****
Blaire took a swig of his beer as he made his way in and out of the throngs of people in the tightly packed space. Mark sure knew how to throw a hell of a party. And he never got in trouble with the neighbors who beat the hell out of Blaire.
Blaire was sure he could never get away with something like this despite being the MVP of their team.
“Great Job Blaire-out!” somebody called out from across the room. Blaire cringed at the use of the detestable nickname but called out a thanks to the man nonetheless.
