Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Viola
The crisp leaves crunch beneath my Chucks and the early autumn breeze wisps through my loose ponytail.
My strawberry blonde strands slap against my cheeks with each step through the winding path in the deserted park.
Normally it's crawling with people, but that's during usual daylight hours.
No other sane person would be caught dead out here this late, but I couldn't pass up the chance to meet the guy I've been chatting with on the app, Fantasy Finder.
At first I was reluctant to jump headfirst into the world of twisted daydreams and wicked fantasies.
When I finally joined, and he sent me a picture of his rock-hard abs while posing in a mask, what is a girl to do?
Masks are my weakness. The abs sure don't hurt either.
I clutch my jean jacket tighter around my middle as a sudden slap of wind brushes through my paper-thin t-shirt.
I dig my phone from my jeans just to triple-check this is really happening.
Part of me worries he might stand me up.
The rustle of leaves behind me catches my attention, and I lower my phone to get a better view of the canopied tree line.
Mile-high birch and majestic oaks tower into the night sky.
I pause, waiting for my viper to strike.
My palms grow sweaty, and I fight the urge to wipe them on my jeans like a nervous schoolgirl, which is ludicrous because I'm well-versed in the art of sex and all it entails.
Heck, the only reason I even downloaded the app was to live out the fantasies my useless ex-boyfriend wouldn't. The same old vanilla sex day in and day out quickly loses its luster.
He even had the audacity to make me feel bad for my bedroom preferences, saying I needed professional help.
“No one should enjoy rape fantasies, Viola,” he would tell me.
For a while I worried he might be right, but I need something more than typical predictable Tuesday night romps and five-minute quickies.
I regret ever asking him in the first place.
Although I was pleased to find I'm not the only girl with strange kinks.
I whip around, letting my gaze travel over every inch of the darkened treeline surrounding me.
Calm down, Viola. This is exactly what you signed up for, and you're going to enjoy it!
A spectacular night of endless orgasms and delights.
The element of surprise definitely makes this more thrilling, but also equally arousing.
My ex would have never been up for something so salacious.
My pulse hammers against my chest like a drum.
My hand tightens around my cell. I feel like a lamb up for slaughter.
I have no idea where the big bad wolf is hiding or when he will strike.
The thrill excites me. Adrenaline courses through my veins, vibrating through my core.
My fingers work the buttons on my phone as I type furiously into the chat box to the mystery man with killer abs.
BabyVee: Come and get me, VendettaXD4ddy.
I bravely hit send before I chicken out.
I'm a girl who knows exactly what she wants, but I lack confidence at times.
I've always been a little overweight with a thick middle, but I don't let it bother me.
Everyone has those days where they don't feel beautiful in their own skin.
All in all, I love myself. My face falls when I peek back down at my phone just to be left on read.
Breathe, Viola, breathe. Maybe he's just running late?
I chew on the edge of my lip. Maybe he forgot?
My head snaps up. Shit, what if I got my days mixed up!
I scroll through our message history to find I, in fact, did not fuck up the dates.
I let out a relieved breath. My feet carry me forward on the gravel path deeper into the abyss just like we planned.
The faint noises in the forest depths subside, and I can't help but feel a slight pang of disappointment.
Just as I take another step, a hand clamps over my mouth.
A husky, muffled voice murmurs against the shell of my ear, feathering my wisped tendrils over my cheek.
“Mmm, sweet BabyVee, are you ready to play with Daddy?”
My body instantly reacts, stiffening against him.
My phone plummets to the jagged gravel at my feet.
A low squeal vibrates in my throat. He must take that as my consent because he nips along my earlobe.
His tongue darts out, and I try desperately to ignore the throbbing between my legs.
I feel him smile against my skin as something builds between his legs, pressing into the back of my jeans, against my ass.
Holy mother of God. Not only is he hung like a horse, but he's maskless.
He chuckles. “What's the matter, Vee? Are you scared of Daddy? Afraid of what I might do?” My only response is a helpless whimper.
My skin grows hot. He's big, that much is clear.
The hard plains of his abs rest against my back; even through my jacket I can feel how solid he is.
Judging by my short stature, I can articulate he is over 6 feet tall and the size of his peen?
I'm so in over my head. His profile on the app lacked detail, and now I totally see why.
His knuckles brush against my nose; his skin smells like musk, woods, and something deeply masculine and dominating yet strangely familiar.
My knees threaten to buckle. He slowly releases his hand and takes a step back, allowing me a false sense of freedom.
Slowly, I crane my neck around to get a glimpse of the man offering me all of my fantasies no one else ever could.
My phone light is facing up, shining upward, giving him a sinister glow.
His mask hides his identity. Midnight black tendrils spill over the sides.
Like his picture, he is sculpted like a Greek God.
My gaze travels south until I stop at his bulge in his onyx, holey, skinny jeans, hard and straining.
There is no way that thing will fit, but I'm sure as hell up for the challenge.
I try to form words, but I'm unable to articulate a sentence.
“Count, Vee. Daddy is coming for you.”