CHAPTER TWO — STEPHANIE
I feel like I'm in a dream right now. Is this really happening? Are David and I actually having nice sex? I feel like I'm going to regret this in a few hours, but for now, I just want to enjoy it.
The events of last night run through my mind like I'm watching a video at five times speed.
I remember going to the club with Philip, and then unexpectedly finding David with another woman.
David freaked out when he saw Philip and I together and challenged Philip to a fight.
Philip tried to de-escalate, but David lost it and hit him.
They fought, and then Philip drove me home.
The entire evening, I was so torn. On one hand, I just kept thinking that David isn't good for me.
I mean, besides the fact that he's way older than me and my landlord, he also still hasn't even told me that he likes me.
Meanwhile, I'm full-on in love with him, which Philip, funnily enough, recognized sooner than I did.
I'm lucky I have Philip. That said, as much as I like him as a friend, and as good as our sexual chemistry is, there's nothing between us romantically, and we both know that.
I can trust him to look out for me, which is why I trust his opinion when he tells me that I have to be careful around David.
He's right. I do.
But knowing something and actually doing it are two completely separate things.
So needless to say, Philip wasn't particularly impressed when I asked him to drop me off back at my place — i.e. also David's place, since I live in the basement suite underneath David — last night. I'm sure Philip thought it was a terrible idea, but he respects me enough to follow my wishes.
So last night, after Philip dropped me off (and before I could think about what I was about to do), I rang David's doorbell. I remember David saying something slightly unhinged but hot, like, "If you come inside, I don't know what I'm going to do to you."
It scared me and turned me on.
For the first time, David gave me a safe word. I didn't use it, but things got so intense that I thought about it a few times.
And it's funny, because that's totally the opposite of what has happened so far this morning. Not that I would call this romantic or anything, but it's a totally different tone. I think a big part of that is David being sweet.
Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.
"Lie down on your back," David says, as he places me on the plush bed. I lie on my back. He quickly gets to work securing my legs together with a rope tied at my ankles.
After they're tied, he walks over to a cabinet and starts rifling through it. I sit up slightly and peek over. I spot an open drawer. I can't see much, but I see some other pieces of rope and what looks like some clothing.
"Are those sex toys?" I ask.
"Mhmm," he says. A flare of jealousy runs through me, which is silly. I'm immediately imagining all the other women he's tied up with this rope.
I don't like it. Not one bit.
"I can't wait to use all of them on you," he says. "But we have the rest of our lives to figure that out."
I catch his eye, and he immediately looks away. Did he really just say that? He starts rifling through the drawer more loudly. I'm pretty sure that was a slip-up on his part.
"I mean, there's always time to explore things," he says hastily.
Oh my God, I can't help but smile. He likes me. He really likes me.
"Hands up above your head," he says, after he comes back a few seconds later with more rope. He ties my wrists together. It's hard to get the smile off my face, though.
After tying my wrists together, he ties the end of the rope to the bed frame behind me. He does the same with my ankles, so that basically I'm locked in place. I can move my hips and wiggle like a worm or something, but I can't go anywhere.
"You remember your safe word?" he asks.
"Mm-hmm."
"What is it?"
"Towel," I say.
"Good girl." He leans down and kisses me. I sigh. He smells like salt and sunshine and tastes like mint tea.
He grabs the back of my neck as he kisses me. I melt into him, arching my back so I can press my chest closer to him. His thumb grazes my jaw, and his hand grips me harder. He growls into my mouth, and I feel wetness between my legs. I want him so badly.
"You're so fucking perfect," he says. He bites my lower lip and pulls away. I hear a whine escape my mouth. I don't want him to stop kissing me.
"There'll be plenty more where that came from, sweetheart," he says. "Don't you worry. But first, I have to make sure I finish what I started." He disappears to the drawer again and comes back with what I'm pretty sure is a magic wand.
"I think you're familiar with this," he says, raising an eyebrow.
I blush. He's referencing the time I had Philip over and we used my super loud vibrator at 2:00 a.m. to basically piss David off. He played it cool at the time, but he punished me for it a few days later.
"I love watching you squirm," he says as he turns on the toy and approaches me. He presses it on my pussy, and the reverberations run through me.
I'm already turned on. I mean, I was close to coming before in the shower, so it doesn't take long for me to feel an orgasm start to build.
He sinks two fingers into my pussy and they slide in easily. "I love how wet you get for me," he says, as he begins to pump his fingers in and out. After a second, he pulls them out.
"Taste yourself, baby girl," he says. "That's my cum and your wetness."
I suck on his fingers as he holds the toy against me. I squirm and he holds it down tighter.
"Come for me, sweetheart," he says. He turns it up a notch, and pleasure blooms in my body as the contractions propagate through me.
I feel pulsing warmth everywhere. He decreases the pressure from the wand for a second and then presses it harder against me. He removes his fingers from my mouth and puts them back into my cunt.
"Again," he says, as he begins to pump. I squirm, and he somehow manages to keep fingering me and holding the toy while moving up to kiss me.
"I love watching you shatter underneath me," he says as he turns it up once more. He stops fingering me, but keeps holding the toy. He circles my nipple softly, and I feel a tingly sensation down there. It intensifies and grows until I feel myself tip over the edge.
"Again, baby girl," he repeats.
He moves to the other nipple and then bites down on it, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I feel deliciousness start to spill over.
"That's it, sweetheart, come for me," he murmurs as waves of pleasure roll through me. "You're daddy's good girl. You know that, right?"
My eyes are closed, but when I open them, he's looking at me with reverence. I almost don't recognize him. He looks like a different man. But that's not a bad thing.