by B. B. Hamel
“There is no good stuff, I promise you that.”
“I don’t think so,” she says, smiling a little. “You have a bad reputation.”
“That’s because you rich folk think us poor people are all bad apples.”
She smirks a little. “You’re rich folk too now, remember?”
“Hm. Guess so.” I look at her for a second and an idea hits me. “Let’s get out of here.”
She nods. “Okay. Where to?”
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
I stand up and she hesitates before following me. I take her hand, as natural as can be, and she doesn’t seem to mind.
We head out into the night. My driver is parked not too far away, but we walk right past him. She looks at me a little hesitantly.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Nowhere,” I say. “We’re just walking.”
“Isn’t this…” She trails off, looking down at the ground.
“A bad neighborhood?” I finish for her. “A little bit yes and a little bit no. You’re not more or less likely to get mugged here than you are anywhere else.”
She nods a little bit. “My parents raised me to think that this place is the worst place in the world.”
I laugh a little bit. “I’m not surprised. But really, most muggers are in your neighborhood. That’s where the rich people are.”
She smiles a little bit. “I’m sorry if I seem so out of touch.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s pretty adorable, if I’m honest.”
“I’d rather not be adorable.”
“What do you prefer then?” I ask her. I pull her hand, tugging her into an empty storefront doorway. She stumbles up against me, hands on my chest as I lean up against the glass door.
She bites her lip, looking up into my face. We’re totally alone here on the street.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“I’ll tell you,” I whisper in her ear. “You want me to think you’re sexy, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” she breathes.
“You do,” I say. “Right now, you’re soaking wet, just thinking about what I could do to you right here and now.”
“We’re in public,” she protests, surprised.
“Maybe,” I say. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?” I kiss her neck softly, moving up toward her mouth.
Her breathing gets fast and my heart starts to thump quickly in my chest as I press my lips against hers, kissing her deep.
She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turn and press her up against the glass door, making her gasp slightly. She’s so fucking sexy, so goddamn gorgeous, that I can’t help myself. My hands roam her hips, feel her ass, and I have to resist the urge to pet that soaking little pussy of hers right here in the street.
Slowly, I break the kiss off. “Is this why you came out with me again?” I ask her.
“No,” she says, shaking her head.
“Liar.” I smirk a little bit. “You’re here because we have unfinished business.”
“You mean from back in the club,” she says, and bites her lip.
“That’s right. You disappeared on me for a little while after that.”
“I couldn’t contact you. My father took away my phone, and I know it sounds so childish, but it’s the truth.”
“I understand,” I say gently. “You need someone to take care of you.”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I’ve been taken care of all my life. Maybe I just want to live.”
“Maybe,” I concede. “But I don’t see why you can’t do both.”
I kiss her again, this time more deeply, more passionately. My hands linger on her body and I can sense the tension between us, heavy and thick and intense.
She breaks the kiss off after a moment, breathing heavily. “Gavin,” she whispers as my hands cup her ass. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask her.
She hesitates. “You’ll think less of me after I say it.”
“Doubtful,” I say, fingers running through her hair.
She pulls back and looks in my eyes. “I’m a virgin.”
I stare at her for a second, holding her hair in my fist. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods once. “I’m sorry,” she says, talking fast. “I should have told you sooner. I just, I don’t know, I just never had sex, it just never happened, so now—“
I cut her off with a kiss, deep and serious. I hold her hair tight in my hand as desire floods my whole body.
A fucking virgin. I had no clue. I assumed she had slept with one of her rich boyfriends, like all of her friends were no doubt doing. Instead, she’s pristine, untouched, and inexperienced.
She probably thinks that’ll turn me off, but it drives me absolutely crazy instead. I want to be the man to teach her everything she needs to know. I want to be her Daddy, taking care of her, giving her everything she needs, while opening her eyes to the pleasure I can make her feel.
The kiss breaks off after a slow moment. “I don’t mind one bit,” I say softly.
“Really?” she asks, eyes wide.
“Really,” I confirm. “In fact, I’m having a hard time not taking you right here.”
She laughs softly, relieved. “I thought you might be angry.”
“Angry? Because of who you are?” I shake my head. “I like who you are.”
She smiles at that. “I’m sure you’ve been with more experienced women.”
“Maybe,” I say. “But I can teach you things. God damn, girl, I can show you what it means to fuck.”
She bites her lip and I kiss her again, her hair in my fist. Our kiss is interrupted by a group of young guys walking down the other side of the street, acting loud and obnoxious, clearly drunk.
Sadie watches them nervously and I just smile. “Come on,” I say.
“Where to now?” she asks.
“I should get you home.”
She bites her lip. “Really?”
I nod. “Really.” I show her my watch. “It’s already after one.”
Her eyes go wide. “Are you serious?”
“Seriously. Those kids are probably heading to their last bar.”
“Shit,” she says. “Okay. Let’s go.”
I take her hand and we walk back to my car together.
Fucking virgin. I can’t believe it. She’s so goddamn sexy, with a body that was built for pleasure, but clearly she’s been so repressed her whole life. She doesn’t know what it means to live.
I can teach her. I can show her things she has no clue about. I’m going to take her virginity and dirty up her clean little body, push her boundaries, make a little whore out of her. I’ll turn this virgin dirty, and she’s going to thank me for it.
First, I have to get past her family. As we walk, I replay the encounter with Silas again, wondering if he’s watching us.
Fuck him, I hope he’s watching. Let those Tillman bastards know. I don’t want to get Sadie in trouble, of course, but I’m not afraid of them. We need to play this carefully, but I trust Sadie. I assume she’s taking precautions and being careful. Her parents are going to catch us sooner or later, and that Silas bastard is going to come back, but I just hope it’s not for a while.
I need more time with Sadie. I need lots and lots of time to get to know her nice and properly.
We get back to my car and get in. The driver heads back to her apartment. We chat some more about the neighborhood, though she seems distracted the whole time.
The driver stops in the same place we picked her up earlier. She leans toward me, and I grab her, pulling her over to me. She smiles and gasps a little as I put her in my lap and kiss her deeply.
“I want to see you again soon,” I say. “I can’t be impatient again.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “We can do that.”
“Good.” I kiss her neck gently. “You know that I can take care of you, right?”
“I know,” she says.
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br /> “Just say the word. Whatever you need. All you have to do is call me Daddy.”
She bites her lip, looking in my eyes. “I’m afraid,” she says.
“You don’t need to be.” I kiss her one more time. “First though, we’ll need to teach you some things.”
“Like what?” she asks.
“Next time,” I say, gently moving her from my lap. “Get back home. Don’t get caught.”
She nods a little, lingering. “When can I see you again?”
“Soon,” I say.
“Good.” She gives me one last kiss before getting out of the car.
I can barely stay calm as the driver takes me home. This night has been fucking incredibly, absolutely amazing. I had no clue she was a virgin, but that makes this so much better.
I wanted Sadie before, flaws and all, and I still do. But now I get to teach her to feel things, to really fuck, to use that body the way she needs to. She’s going to be mine to train into the perfect little fuck doll, and I can barely fucking wait.
10
Sadie
Luck was with me that night. When I got home, the staff was gone and my family was either in bed or not home. Which means I was able to slip back into my room without anyone even noticing that I was gone.
That’s the best part of being the youngest daughter in a family that clearly doesn’t value women. They don’t notice when I’m there, and apparently they don’t notice when I’m gone either.
I collapse in my bed, feeling so good and excited. The night had melted by and it was an incredible success, or at least I thought so. I was scared as hell to tell Gavin about being a virgin, but he didn’t seem to mind.
That intrigues me even more, if I’m honest. I assumed that a man with his reputation would want a woman with more experience, not some dopey virgin like me. But apparently that didn’t change his mind one bit, and if anything, he seemed even more excited after I told him than before.
He seems to actually want me for me, not for my money or my family. And he’s clearly willing to let me come into his world, or at least as much as I want to. I met his best friend, drank in a bar he frequents, and heard some pretty funny childhood stories.
Those stories painted a picture of a man much more complex than he lets on. His reputation suggests that he’s a relatively simple man who lives for pleasures, but that’s clearly not true. He’s smart and has real hobbies, like collecting old cars and stereo equipment. He has friends that go back years with stories about him from when he was a kid. That’s such a big deal, since it means that he’s capable of keeping a relationship alive for a long period of time.
So few friendships survive through life, and the ones that do are special and important. After all of my friends left for college, and so many of them just stopped contacting me entirely, I can see how special it is that he’s kept a friend from high school for so long. People are fickle, but loyalty is attractive and something I want from a man.
I fall asleep thinking about the way he kissed me on the street. Nobody has ever kissed me like that before, or even treated me like that. I’ve always been seen as this rich little girl, this special flower that can’t be disturbed too much. I’ve always been treated so gently, and sometimes with a little fear, because people are worried about my family.
It’s different with Gavin. He doesn’t care about my family. In fact, he wants me despite them, and that’s so attractive it’s hard to explain.
The next morning, things seem fine. I stop in the dining room to grab a quick breakfast, and nobody looks at me twice. As far as my family can tell, I’ve been a good, obedient daughter. They probably don’t know that I snuck out last night.
That excites me more than I thought it would. I retreat back to my room, grab a shower, and think about the implications.
Last time, I got caught because I asked permission to go for a walk. When I didn’t come back, my father must have sent Reginald out to get me. I don’t know how he tracked me down, but he did. This time though, I just left the apartment without saying a word, keeping my door shut. Everyone probably assumed I was holed up in my closet, reading a book or something. That’s not a bad assumption to make, or at least it wasn’t.
But I can use that. I can sneak out of here whenever I want. I’m practically invisible to them, and for the first time in my life, that seems like a good thing.
I get back to my room after showering and sit down on my bed pretzel-style. Still wrapped in my towel, I grab my phone and my laptop.
I’m surprised when I see a text on my phone. It’s from Gavin.
“I keep thinking about last night,” he says.
I smile to myself and type back. “Me too. I really had a lot of fun.”
He responds immediately. “Do you still have that gift I sent you?”
I bite my lip as a thrill runs through me. “Yes,” I send back.
“Good. Go get it.”
I stare at the screen for a second, and suddenly I’m nervous. But I do as he asks me. I go into my closet and fish the vibrator out from where I had stashed it.
“Okay,” I type back. “I have it. Now what?”
“Last night, you told me something,” he writes. “You said that you’re a virgin. And I think you were nervous about it.”
“I was,” I send back. “I thought you wanted someone with more experience.”
“I don’t care about that,” he replies. “But I’m going to teach you, Sadie. You may not have experience now, but you will soon.”
I bite my lip, excitement running through my body, and I glance down at the vibrator. I feel a little intimidated, but excitement floods my body at the thought of his hands on my skin. I quickly get up, still wrapped in only a towel, and I head over to my bedroom door. I make sure it’s locked before getting back into bed.
“How are you going to teach me?” I ask him.
“Skype me. [email protected].”
I stare at his message, heart hammering in my chest, and I know what he wants. I’m nervous, maybe even a little afraid, but I can’t help myself. I quickly get up, dropping the towel, and grab a plain white t-shirt, a little see-through, and a pair of cute panties. When I’m slightly dressed, I hesitate before pulling on a pair of long knee-high socks. I finally fix my hair in the mirror, pulling it into a braid, despite it being wet.
Finally, I grab my laptop and the vibrator and head into my closet. I shut the door and turn on the light before settling into my little nook. I put the laptop down, open the lid, and bring up Skype.
I’m nervous when I type in his email and start the call, but he answers right away. Gavin’s handsome face appears on the screen, smiling at me, a little morning stubble along his chin.
“It’s good to see you,” he says.
I smile. “Yeah, you too. Nice apartment.”
He grins at me. “Nice… closet?” He cocks his head a little bit.
I laugh and pick up the laptop, showing him the space. “Yep, it’s a closet. It’s a little more… comfortable than my room.”
“Looks cozy.”
“Where are you?” I ask him.
“In my living room.” He picks up his laptop and shows me his place. I got a quick view of a large wall that’s all windows and overlooks the city. I see the kitchen, which is all spacious and modern, before coming back to him. His apartment is nicely decorated though simple, which doesn’t surprise me. I bet he had someone come in and set it up for him, and hasn’t changed a thing since.
He’s shirtless, and I’m surprised to catch some tattoos on his skin. He watches me with amusement for a second.
“Nice,” I say.
“You’ll see it for real soon. If you want.”
I nod quickly. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
I feel really nervous, I realize, way more nervous than when we went out together.
“Do you know why we’re Skyping right now?” he asks me softly.
I nod slowly. “I think so.”
“
Tell me why.”
“You want to teach me.”
“That’s right.” He smirks at me. “And I want to watch. Make sure you’re doing exactly what I tell you.”
“Okay,” I say, leaning back. “What do you want me to do?”
“First, close your eyes.” He waits a second. “Go ahead, really close them.”
I smile and close them. “Okay,” I say.
“I want you to picture us together, alone, maybe alone in this little spot of yours. You’re dressed the way you are right now, and you look so fucking sexy. I can barely keep my hands off you.”
“What are we doing here?” I ask him softly, already feeling the excitement.
“Hiding,” he says. “We’re hiding from your family. But not in a bad way. You took me into your closet because you wanted privacy.” He pauses for a second and I let that sink in, amplifying my desire.
“Imagine the way I kiss you,” he continues. “Imagine me pressing you against that wall, taking your wrists and pinning them up against the wall. Imagine my lips lingering along your skin as I press you there, holding you tight, kissing you, slowly moving my palms down the length of your curves. How do you feel?”
“Excited,” I whisper, seeing it in my mind. I’m dripping wet, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t actually say those words. It’s too dirty.
“Good,” he says. “I kiss your lips and your neck before my hands move down to your breasts, teasing them, teasing your nipples. One hand remains on your breast while the other slowly sinks down to your panties.”
I bite my lip, breathing faster and deeper as he speaks. I can practically feel the graze of his rough fingers over my soft skin as he speaks to me in his deep and sexy voice.
“Now, Sadie, I want you to take your hand and do what I’d do.”
I open my eyes, a little surprised. “You what?”
“Close your eyes,” he chides. “Go ahead. Close them.”
I bite my lip and do as he says.
“Now, take your right hand and slide it down the front of your panties.” He pauses and for a second, I’m not sure if I can do it.
But the image in my mind of his fingers down between my legs pushes me onwards. I do as he says, slowly sliding my hand down the front of my panties.
