by B. B. Hamel
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.
All that matters is the beat, his rough hands on my hips. His lips get close to my cheek, my neck, and I can feel his hot breath against my skin. It only makes my body that much more excited as I slide along his leg, moving my hips to the beat.
I forget everything. I forget about my parents, about Milo, about my brothers. I forget who I am and pretend to be just another girl in this crowd, dancing with her man, and I feel better than I could have imagined.
I don’t know how long we’re out there. An hour at least, maybe two, maybe the whole damn night. We take one break to get a drink of water and a little champagne, joking and flirting as we sit in our private little booth, but he quickly leads me back out onto the dance floor for more.
The lights stay dark after a while, and soon the music slows down a little bit. Gavin grins at me, squeezing my hand, pulling my body tight against his.
I can feel his hard cock through his pants and that only sends a thrill through me. I’m dripping wet and have been for a while now. Dancing with him is the most sensual and passionate thing I’ve ever experienced before. We’re practically fucking on this dance floor, surrounded by other people, and for some reason that ignites me, makes me go crazy.
He squeezes my ass and smirks at me. “Glad you came?” he asks in my ear as we sway together.
“Yes,” I admit, blushing a little bit.
“I knew you would be.”
And then he tips my chin toward him and kisses me.
I kiss him back with an intensity that actually surprises me. I knew that I wanted him, but I had no clue how badly. Now though, as we finally kiss, his lips against mine, his taste in my mouth, I realize that it’s absolutely overwhelming. I’m risking so damn much to be with this man right now, risking so much for this kiss, and it’s undeniably worth it.
He breaks off the kiss after a moment and I see something in his eyes. It’s desire, pure and simple, and I know I’m looking at him the same way.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand. He pulls me away from the dance floor and I follow him back toward the bathrooms.
It’s a co-ed bathroom, the kind with a shared sink and mirror but big stalls that anybody can use. He cuts the line, ignoring people’s complaints, and shoves me into the next empty stall, slammi
ng the door shut and locking it behind him.
I press myself up against the wall. “Classy,” I say.
He smirks at me. “You’re too nice,” he says. “A little rich girl. Never been fucked before in a club bathroom, have you?”
I bite my lip. I’ve never been fucked before, period. “No,” I say, not wanting to tell him the full truth.
“Didn’t think so.” He tips my chin up toward him. “I want to dirty you up, Sadie girl,” he whispers. “Make you experience things. Feel things. You’ve lived in a bubble for way too long.”
I can feel a fire rocking through me as he kisses me again hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and suddenly I don’t care that we’re in some bathroom, locked in a stall with other people all around us. I don’t care about any of that.
His hands run up my thighs, sending chills down my spine as he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down over my hips. He pulls back to look at me and groans.
“You wore them,” he says.
I nod, smiling at him. “I thought you sent them to me for a reason.”
He grabs my hair, tipping my head back. “You’re such a good girl,” he says, and he slides his hand down the front of my panties. His fingers find my swollen and wet clit as he presses against it firmly. “God damn, you’re soaking wet, too.”
“Shit, Gavin,” I gasp a little bit, surprised by the pleasure. He pulls my hair tighter, sliding his fingers along my pussy, rubbing my clit, teasing me, before pressing his fingers inside of me.
It feels so fucking good. He kisses my neck as his fingers do their magic, working my pussy, and I’ve never felt this way before. He grips my hair hard in his fist and the slight pain only makes the pleasure so much better.
I can’t help but moan, although I try hard to keep them quiet and stifled. I know people are all around us, but it just doesn’t matter to me in this moment. Gavin’s hands do things to my body that I’ve never felt before.
“You like being with an older man, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear.
I moan a little in response. “I don’t know,” I admit.
“This is what you really need,” he says, looking into my eyes. “An older man to take care of you, to teach you things. You’re a good little rich girl, but deep down inside of you, I know there’s a dirty slut just begging to be let out.”
I gasp as his fingers press inside of me again and I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I moan, not thinking clearly, not able to. It feels too good.
“I know,” he says. “You need a Daddy. A man to make you feel good. To give you what you really want.” His lips find mine again and I’m losing it, completely and utterly.
I know where this is leading. There’s some voice in the back of my mind, screaming at me, telling me that he’s going to fuck me. He’s going to do it right here, right now, and oh god, I’ve never done it before. He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin. He clearly can see that I’m innocent and inexperienced, but he doesn’t know how far that goes.
I press my hands against his chest suddenly, terrified of what I’m doing. I feel overwhelmed and scared. What if I disappoint him? I can’t have my first time happen in a bathroom stall. I press him back a little and he looks at me, his head cocked to the side. His hand slips out from the front of my jeans.
“Wait,” I say, breathless. “Slow down.”
“Slow down?” He smirks. “Your body is saying something different, Sadie girl.”
“I know, I just, please. Let’s slow down.”
He nods. “Whatever you need.”
I lean back against the wall for a second, breathing deep, and he watches me. He smirks a little bit. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get a drink. Take things slow.”
I nod and smile a little, relieved. I get myself together and then we leave the stall. I feel a little embarrassed when people stare at us coming out together, but I don’t care what these strangers think.
I almost fucked him in that bathroom with all these people around, and I’m not even drunk. That thought actually terrifies me a little bit. I always saw myself as a good person, someone who had morals and followed the rules, but maybe I’m wrong. I didn’t know that sex could make me feel this way.
It’s so good and it’s so wrong, and the wrongness makes it that much better. I know it’s messed up but I would have fucked him back there if I hadn’t said anything.
But he didn’t push. I could tell that he wanted it badly, could feel it in his body, but he backed off. I’m a little relieved, actually. I’ve heard so many stories of guys being pushy, but maybe men aren’t like that, at least real men aren’t. Gavin doesn’t seem like the type that needs to pressure someone into sex.
Being around him is pressure enough. His confidence is so sexy that I don’t know how long I can resist it.
We head back out into the main part of the club and angle toward the booth. But before we can get there, Reginald appears through the crowd.
I’m shocked to see him. I stop short and I feel Gavin tense just behind me.
“Miss Sadie,” Reginald says. “Your father sent me to bring you home.”
I stare at him, totally shocked. “How—how did you find me?”
He shakes his head, face stern. “Doesn’t matter. Please, come with me.”
“Sadie,” Gavin says, taking my hand. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I turn away from Reginald and look up at Gavin. “I should go,” I say. “I had fun.”
He nods, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah. Me too.”
I kiss him quickly on the cheek, squeeze his hand, and then turn away. I follow Reginald, glancing back only once to see Gavin watching me leave.
I’m terrified as I get into the car. Reginald heads back toward our apartment, and I know I’m in deep shit.
I shouldn’t be surprised that someone was sent for me. My family is incredibly well connected. At a club like that, there are probably like fifty people that know me by sight, and I bet someone called my father to let him know that I was out with Gavin Waller. My father is going to be livid, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m a grown woman, despite what he thinks, although I am still dependent on them. Still, tonight was one of the best nights of my life. Sure, I chickened out and backed away from sex with Gavin, but still. He felt so good and gave me a glimpse of what it could be like if I finally gave myself to him. I know it’ll be incredible. It just wasn’t the right time yet.
I’m going to get yelled at when we get home, but it’s fine. I’ll survive it. And then I’ll call Gavin and see him again, because I haven’t gotten enough yet. In fact, I only just got my first taste.
Soon, I’m going to get another.
7
Gavin
I sip my beer and glance down at my watch, frowning to myself. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since I last saw Sadie, but I haven’t heard from her yet. I know she’s probably in deep shit with her family, but I’m actually starting to worry.
That’s a new feeling. I never really worried about a woman before, not this way at least. I have female friends and I’ve gotten close to lovers, but this is a different feeling entirely.
I’m almost protective of her. I want to make sure she’s being treated well and taken care of, even if maybe that’s not my role. Not yet, at least. I want to take that on for her though. I want to be the man who protects her, cares for her, takes care of her. And I have no clue how to feel about that.
“You’re quiet,” Chuck says to me. We’re sitting in a little shitty dive bar in the old neighborhood. There’s a basketball game on TV and most of the locals are either drunk or well on their way to being drunk.
The place is dingy and poorly lit, which is part of its charm. The bar is old and somewhat sticky from years and years of spilled drinks. All the tables are wood covered with shellac, basically big, plastic, and indestructible at this point. It’s pretty empty, which surprises me. Usually a working class haunt like this would be packed late at
night, even on a work night, but maybe the economy is worse than I realized.
“Guess I don’t have a lot to say,” I respond.
“How’s the girl doing?” He grins at me a little.
I sigh. “I was wondering how long before you brought it up.”
“Hey, man, I gave you a beer. Now it’s time to talk.”
“Took her out last night.”
He whistles. “Damn, man.”
“It was good. Took her to that new club, Deep Spot or whatever it’s called.”
“Dark Spot,” he corrects.
“Whatever. We danced, drank, you know.”
“Fucked?” he asks.
I give him a look. “Don’t be an asshole.”
He laughs a little. “So you don’t kiss and tell now?”
“No,” I say pointedly. “And I never did before.” I’m not the type to brag about my conquests.
“Yeah, fine, fair enough.” Chuck sips his beer again. “Still, the Tillman daughter. It’s pretty ballsy.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure it’s going to happen again.”
“Why? She get to know you?” He grins at me.
I just ignore his lame joke. “Her butler, or maybe her driver, I’m not sure, but anyway, he came and found us.”
Chuck raises an eyebrow. “You for real?”
I nod. “He didn’t look happy.”
Chuck watches me for a second then bursts out laughing. I sigh, sipping my beer. “Holy fuck,” Chuck says between breaths. “You got fucking caught! With the Tillman daughter!” He cracks up, shaking his head.
“Glad you enjoy it,” I mutter.
Chuck laughs a little more and gets himself under control. I flip a peanut shell into the basket, not bothering to eat the peanut. I can only imagine how many hands have been in that peanut bowl before mine, but I’m just trying to distract myself and I know it.
“So what happened?” he asks me.
“Nothing,” I say. “She went home and I haven’t heard from her.”
“They probably shipped her off to a convent.”
