31. Dani
DANI
“Mom! Mom! Mom!”
“Dani, stop whining at me like a toddler.”
“Do you think that they’ll like soft cheeses or aged cheese, Beans?” Dad holds up two wedges. “Soft or aged? Piper, what do you think? Soft or aged?”
“Uncle Hank, the couples shower is being catered. We don’t have to bring anything.”
“But there was such a good deal on cheese at Costco, Dani.” He gestures to the mountain of cheese varieties on the counter. “We can’t let it go to waste. We’re not going to eat this much cheese.”
I can and will eat that much cheese, especially after… what happened last night.
I’m a real woman now, right? That means I can eat my weight in cheese.
“And your mom invited all those extra people. Plus your grandmother is bringing all three of her boyfriends.”
“No, Gran, no. Mom, we cannot invite all of Graham’s siblings.”
“You can’t start off a marriage excluding people. That leads to divorce, and I just can’t have a daughter who gets divorced.” My mom is horrified. “Think of my grandchildren.”
“You’re pregnant, Dani?” Piper gasps.
“What? No! I just think it’s weird to invite all of Graham’s family to a couples shower.”
“I raised you to be a good hostess.”
“It’s just a lot of mixing.” I awkwardly tap my fingers together.
“His mom was, you know, trapped in a cellar in a really uncomfortable situation, and I need this meet and greet to be normal, which means that we need to uninvite his half brothers. On his dad’s side.
And also his stepbrother.” I think about how possessive Graham was about Kraig having my panties.
And that makes me think about getting fucked by Graham.
“Nonsense, Dani, they’ve already RSVPed.” Mom pulls out her phone. “I’m signing you up for another etiquette class. This is absurd. Piper, are you bringing anyone?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of asking that homeless guy at the subway stop, you know, the one that talks to himself and barbecued that pigeon that one time?”
“Piper, please be serious.” Mom shakes her head. “This is already going to be a stressful dinner. Vivienne looked over the menu, and she thinks we need to completely scrap it.”
“What does Vivienne know? She eats bee pollen and microgreens and says she’s full.” Dad snorts. “Now how about this for the charcuterie board, Beans?”
“I thought the caterers were doing a grazing table, Uncle Hank.”
“No grazing tables! Vivienne says they’re gauche.” Mom starts arguing with Dad.
Piper uses the cover to drag me into the pantry.
“You did it, right?” Piper hisses.
“Did what?”
“You know.”
I gulp, thinking about all the ways I am definitely not a virgin.
“I mean, I guess.”
“Dani, you are literally going to kill me! I had to make an AI dick to show Colette’s cousin so I could tell her that it was Graham’s, and for some reason, the hand on the dick had an extra half a finger, but now she’s trying to get me to send her the photo.”
“Oh gosh, well, I definitely saw the dick. And felt it.”
“Whoo! V-card busted! High five. Next time you need to get a photo of it.” Piper holds up a hand.
“I can’t get a photo of it!” I hiss.
“Well, your mom has some sort of parental controls set up on the Wi-Fi, and it notified her that I was looking at porn, and so now I can’t make any more images. So you need to get a photo. I’m going to be in the hot seat at that couples shower.”
“Don’t you have Photoshop?” I remind her. “You do some work for the marketing department, right? You could get rid of the finger?”
“Yes, on the work computer. What part of ‘I don’t have a billionaire boyfriend’ do you not understand? I cannot get fired. But if you get married, I can be the live-in best friend. That is also acceptable.”
“I thought you’d be more excited for me,” I grumble.
“Yay! You popped your cherry! Now I’m in crisis. Just because you’re having sex doesn’t mean you can just be the main character. Other people have problems too.”
My phone pings. It’s Colette with a list of demands.
“I don’t think I can ask him for a dick pic.”
“You guys are fucking. He’ll be happy to give you a dick pic. Make it a nice one, please!” She presses her palms together. “We want to impress people. This can and will get spread around the Upper East Side. Warm lighting!”
“No, we’re not.”
“You just said you were. Don’t lie to me, woman!”
“I mean, we had sex, but like, I still haven’t been kissed? So like, I don’t know where he and I stand? Like, is it a relationship? Is it a situationship?”
“How did you have sex and he didn’t kiss you? Like, how would that even work?” Piper’s eyes narrow.
“I don’t know. I’m a newly minted nonvirgin!”
“Look, I’m really here for your ‘not a girl, not yet a woman’ moment, and normally I would sit here and hash out your emotional letdown from the bad sex.”
“Oh, it wasn’t bad.” My face goes hot. “I mean, the first time, when he just threw me on the floor and fucked me up the ass, like a dog, that was not great—I mean, it felt great but didn’t feel great, you feel me? But then it got better.”
Piper’s mouth opens in a silent scream.
“You had sex sex.”
“He had sex. I was…”
“The cum sock?”
“Gross!”
“Practice makes better.”
I grimace.
“Okay, yeah, so forget what I said. I’m going to need deets.”
Piper’s mouth is on the floor as she listens to me rehash last night in hushed whispers, lest my mom overhear that her daughter is—gasp!—having sex and—gasp!—not married and—gasp!—having sex while not trying to make a grandbaby from it.
“Yeah, that fucker owes you a dick pic.”
“Can’t I just text him and ask him for one?”
“You’ve online dated. You know how men love to photograph their penises when left to their own devices.”
“We need to break up,” I announce in a rush when Graham opens the door.
He looks shocked to see me.
Lulu yips happily.
I’m a little more apprehensive.
“Oh, um.” I take in his shirtless state, the bare feet, the tousled hair.
“I’m busy.”
“Oh!” I squeak out, twisting the leash in my hand.
Turn around.
I want to pretend you’re someone else…
“Ohhh, so that’s why the no kissing and why you don’t like me? You have an actual real girlfriend here. Got it, cool, um, well then we definitely really should break up. Well, fake break up since this is a fake relationship.”
He grabs me by the front of my jacket, hauls me into the foyer and slams the door, then he slams me back against it.
“Why the fuck did you come back, Dani?” There’s that flicker of violent possessive alpha.
“I didn’t mean to. I can leave. I just think we should get on the same page. There’s that party…”
He’s already turning away from me, heading back to his study.
“And I think based on your strong reaction last night that we need to just call this off!” I shout after him as I kick off my snowy winter boots. “I lost my virginity. In exchange, I will just waive my claim to being kidnapped by you. We can stage a big breakup.”
He’s going back to his desk.
“Or not,” I add. “It can just be a text-message breakup. Or an Instagram post. Sure, my mom’s going to be pissed, but she’s always pissed. Piper thinks she’s hangry and—”
“Shut up, Dani.” Graham leans back in his chair.
“Oh, um, sure, we can hear your ideas.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“What?” I squawk.
“I’m not listening to you until I get to fuck you.”
“Oh, uh,” I stammer, unsure of what to do.
It’s not like last night, where he was the alpha, the man in charge, the kidnapper who was going to make a little girl into a woman.
Now I’m supposed to… I’m not really sure what.
“Take off your fucking clothes then let me watch you.”
Watch me what? I didn’t bring my knitting project.
His eyes drop down then back up to my mouth.
“Oh.”
Right.
He leans back in his chair.
The view behind him is worth fifty million, easy. But he’s looking at me.
I want to melt into a puddle.
Mouth dry, I slowly unbutton the herringbone-pattern coat and hang it up on the hat stand in the corner. Then I shimmy out of my tights.
He’s still watching me. Silently.
Then I slink my arms into the sweater dress so I can take off my bra and pull it out of the neckline.
“Ta-da! A magic trick,” I croak.
He doesn’t say anything.
Just stares.
I know I’m not that great to look at, and the dress I wore yesterday had a lot of built-in structure. It was doing a lot of heavy lifting.
The panties come off next.
I bet the other girls he’s been with could have made this a fun, sexy encounter; instead, I feel like I’m giving him the gynecologist-visit special.
I stand there hesitating, naked under the stretchy sweater dress.
“Take it off.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper and pull it over my head and drop it to the floor.
My hands reflexively come up to cover myself.
A low noise escapes his mouth. “Why don’t you want me looking at you?”
“It’s the middle of the day,” I croak.
“I took your virginity.”
“At night.”
“You were on your hands and knees for me, taking my cock up your ass.”
“Yes, at night, in the dark.”
He jerks his chin to one of the leather guest chairs in front of him.
“Sit.”
I hurry over.
At least the desk can block me.
He stands up, comes around the massive mahogany desk, and grabs the chair, dragging it and me across the carpet so that he can see me fully when he’s at his desk.
“Play with yourself. I want your hands all over those fat titties.”
Slowly, I unwrap my arms and start caressing my tits, kneading them, tweaking my fingers over the nipples.
It sends a little surge of wetness between my legs.
Graham watches me for a second then turns back to his computer, opens up an email, and starts typing a response.
He’s not even watching. Tears prick my eyes.
“You’re not going to—”
“Fuck you? No.”
“Then—”
“Because I enjoy your humiliation.”
I shift in the chair, sliding my fingers down to the V between the curves of my thighs.
“I said I want to see you.”
Those green eyes glance over at me.
I spread my legs on the seat, opening wide for him.
Maybe if I do this good enough he’ll fuck me.
I can’t help the mewling whimper that comes out of me as I stroke myself.
“Mm-hmm.” I rub my clit. “I’m thinking about your cock in me, Daddy. How you threw me down and fucked my little virgin pussy.”
“Shut up. Don’t talk,” he hisses.
I swallow the words then let out a moan as I slide one finger up my cunt.
A drawer opens then slams shut.
Something hard and plastic lands in my lap.
“You seem to be having trouble.”
It’s got one of those double shafts, like a mushroom.
And it’s huge. And familiar.
Why do I have a grandmother who buys me sex toys? Other people’s grandmothers buy them real estate or a car.
I hesitate.
He’s staring at me. His hands on the keyboard.
I’ve never used a sex toy before. I wouldn’t even be caught dead looking at one.
Now I’ve got it in my hand, sitting like a stripper in front of some guy I barely know, trying to be sexy and interesting enough for him to want me.
Is he even hard?
“Do it. Fuck your pussy with that thing.”
Just the words are enough to make me gush all over the chair.
Biting back a moan, I slide the toy down the length of my pussy.
“What’s it going to feel like?” I gasp.
“It’s going to feel like getting fucked, like having a cock in your pussy, like I did last night.”
“Then it’s going to feel sooo good.” I tease it in my pussy.
I have to lift one leg up on the seat. I know my pussy has to be dark and swollen and wet.
“Oh,” I gasp as I press the tip of it against my pussy opening. “Oh, it’s so big.”
His eyes snap away from me.
The typing resumes.
I slide a few inches of the plastic into me, teasing my opening as my other hand works my clit.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I need,” I whimper.
Suddenly, I can feel my pussy wanting to come.
“Am I allowed to come?” I pant.
I don’t want to get slapped again if I get his chair messy.
Maybe I should have brought a towel.
The typing pauses. His jaw is tense. The tendon on his neck is a line of wire.
He scowls. Twists that mouth that I want on my clit as he watches me.
“Can I come, Daddy?”
His hands clench the armrests.
“Yeah, do it.”
I come, crying, “Daddy! Daddy!” on the chair.
“Shoot!” My hair is sweaty in my face. Was that good? “Was I good, Daddy?” I slur. “Are you going to give me your cock now?”
“I have a meeting soon. I can’t get dirty. I just showered.”
“Oh,” I pant.
“Keep going.”
Moaning softly, I work my pussy again, slowly circling my pussy lips, playing with my clit as I pinch my nipples, sucking on my fingers, imagining it’s him.
I come easy the next time.
And the next.
The chair and my thighs are soaked.
I’m working my clit again when he stands up and shuts the laptop.
He slides his fingers in my mouth, letting me suck on them as I pleasure myself.
“Have I turned you into a little slut yet?”
He grabs me by the back of my neck, hauls me off the chair.
The toy bounces on the floor.
“Oh yes, fuck me! I need you!” I beg him.
I’m drunk off orgasms, but still, my own fingers weren’t enough.
I need the big one.
I need him to fuck my pussy. I need all six-five, two hundred thirty pounds of him slamming into me at that unrelenting pace. Those big hands on my hips, holding me steady as he fucks me with that huge cock.
He forces me down on the floor, my head almost under the big wooden desk.
I spread my legs, begging for him in my pussy.
“Take me, Daddy. I want you to destroy my pussy.” I close my eyes as his fingers dig against my swollen pussy, stroking me rough.
Then something metallic uncoils and clips on my wrists.
I yank. Hear chains.
I’m chained to something under the desk, my arms outstretched, my head almost hitting the desk as I rest on my elbows, my ass still up in the air.
“Fuck me,” I beg him, needing him.
He slaps my ass, and I squeak.
“Please, Daddy,” I moan.
He rubs my pussy again. Then I hear him pull a shirt then a suit jacket off a hanger.
A moment later, he comes back over to me. I can smell his cologne.
He shoves his silk tie in my mouth and ties it around my head. I moan, biting down on it.
“I’m off to a meeting.”
I see the shadow of his feet move under the desk.
“I want you to be here, nice and ready for me, when I get back.” He’s back behind me now.
I don’t get any warning before he shoves that huge dildo up my pussy. The feel of that girth in me almost makes me pass out. I sink on it, my legs spreading, trying to take it all.
I’m trying to breathe, trying to get used to that huge shaft in me, when it starts vibrating and pulsing.
My hips rock.
I moan against the gag.
He slaps my pussy again, jolting the dildo, almost making me come.
But not quite.
It’s excruciating.
I wonder if he’s going to fuck my ass.
I wonder if it’s normal for me to crave his cock so bad.
I wait for the perverse feeling of his fingers.
But instead, I hear him pick up his keys.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.”
I hear the smirk.
“Don’t go anywhere.”