Chapter One — Alex
Darts, his text reads.
Sure, I text back immediately. I’m not even sure if it matters at this point.
I think both of us know the point of this isn’t darts.
It’s weird. I don’t even care if I win. Lori asked me about it the other day, how many games I’d won, and I had to pause to think about it.
“Uh, two?” I said.
“Hmm,” she said. Then, after a few seconds: “Doesn’t really seem like you care.”
I shrugged. “Not really.”
“Wait, is that because you like this guy? Alex, you can’t be serious.”
“Uh, no I don’t like him,” I stammered. “You know what, actually, I have pasta boiling. Gotta go.”
I hung up immediately. Lori texted right away, calling me out. She was right, of course. My excuse didn’t even really make sense. I mean, of course pasta would boil. I hung up because I was avoiding the conversation.
I hung up because Lori was right — I just wasn’t ready to admit it.
I like Callum. I like him more than I should.
I like him so much that I’m starting to care more about him — a boy I’ve known for a few weeks — than about a million dollars.
It’s foolish. Which is what Lori told me after she called me back. She’s right, obviously.
But I don’t care.
Lori tried to convince me to focus on the money. She told me not to let my emotions get the best of me. Not when a million dollars is on the line.
The rational part of me knows I should listen to her. But the other part of me, the romantic part, just doesn’t care. I mean, isn’t love the point of life, anyway? Who cares about money when you may have just met your soulmate?
Soulmate? Who am I? I can’t believe I’m thinking these things right now.
These thoughts race through my head as I get ready for my date with Callum tonight.
I mean, it’s a date, right? I’m not actually sure.
The thing is, we’d planned this days in advance, and he only let me know the game just now, an hour beforehand.
If I was planning to win, I would have pressed him more on specifics.
I would have tried to get some upper hand.
But I didn’t. Because I’m not thinking much about the games anymore.
I just don’t care about the money the way I did a few weeks ago. Things have changed. Deep down, I feel like I’m going to get my fairytale ending with Callum, horse-drawn carriage and all. So who cares about a million dollars?
I know I should stop myself. Force myself to care about the money. To take these games seriously. But I just can’t help it. I’m too far gone.
I secure my second silver hoop earring and start applying my lip gloss. It strikes me that I haven’t even had sex with Callum. That’s crazy, I think to myself. Maybe the wait-until-marriage evangelicals were right after all. I laugh that thought off immediately, though.
I mean, even though Callum and I haven’t slept together, we haven’t exactly been pure.
Everything we’ve done these last few weeks races through my mind and I blush just thinking about it all…
him edging me in a restaurant, being spanked over his lap, his cock down my throat, coming over his fingers…
I feel a tingling between my legs and I realize I’m turned on. I grab my phone and text him.
I’m gonna touch myself, Daddy.
I like that, he responds almost immediately. But don’t come yet baby girl. I want you horny and frustrated, and then Daddy will finish you off.
Yes, Daddy, I reply.
I’ve been following Callum’s instruction, or rather, his request, to text him whenever I want to touch myself.
If you’d asked me how I’d react to a man making a request like this a few months ago, I would have said there’s no way in hell I’d ever comply.
And if I somehow did comply, it would just make me never want to touch myself, because why would I humiliate myself or debase myself to the point where I had to tell a man about something so private?
Which is why my actions have baffled me. Are baffling me.
Because it’s been the opposite. If anything, I’ve been more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life these last few weeks. I’ve become a hypersexualized version of myself. Suddenly, sex is all I can think about. I guess the only thing that’s changed is Callum’s in my life now.
A delicious thought crosses my mind, and my cheeks heat up. What if for the next game Callum and I had to edge each other? I imagine Callum teasing me for hours, and the tingling sensation between my legs intensifies.
By the way, can I pick the next game after darts? I text him.
What do you have in mind, sweetheart? he texts back.
It’s a surprise ;) but trust me, you’ll like it.
Does it involve those perfect little lips of yours wrapped around my cock?
Maybe… I reply.
Deal, he replies. But if it doesn’t live up to my expectations…you know I’ll have to punish you, right?
Of course daddy, I reply.
I grab my vibrator and slip under the covers. I hike up my dress and pull down my black lace thong. I think about Callum, his hands wrapped around my throat, pinning me down. I think about his huge cock entering me, stretching me, pumping me. A small moan escapes my lips.
My phone starts ringing. Without thinking, I press the green call button.
“Alex?”
It’s him. His voice is deep and husky.
“I can hear your vibrator,” he says a second later. “Dirty girl. You answered this call before even turning your vibrator off?”
“Yeah, but I knew it was you,” I say, turning it up higher.
“No, you didn’t. I had my number hidden, like always.”
He’s right. My screen always flashes Private Number when he calls.
“Dirty girl. You know I’m gonna have to punish you for that, right?
What if it had been the credit card company phoning?
And they’d heard you? Heard your little voice, all sexy and moaning, heard that vibrator in the background…
That’s unacceptable. Only daddy gets to hear that. You know better, baby girl.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan.
“You haven’t come yet, have you?”
“No, sir,” I say.
“Good girl. I want you to edge yourself three times for me and then get dressed. Don’t change your underwear, either. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Tell me when you’re close.”
I turn it up and moan a bit.
“Mmm. I wish I was there,” he says. “You know what I would do to you, right?”
“What?” I gasp.
“First, I’d pin those little wrists of yours above your head and press my entire body weight down on you, pinning your wiggling body in place.”
I gasp as I feel myself get closer. “And then I’d slide my massive cock into your tight little pussy and slowly fill you up until you can’t breathe.”
I can feel myself getting closer.
“Turn it off,” he says.
I hesitate for half a second.
“Now.”
I turn it off.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now back on.”
I whimper a little.
“Don’t make me ask again,” he says.
I turn it back on.
“Good girl. Higher.”
I increase the intensity.
“I’d keep sliding my massive cock into you, stretching you out. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you dirty girl?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, grinding against my toy.
“Good girl. I’d start to slowly pump my massive cock in and out of you, stretching those walls of yours until you can’t take any more.”
I feel myself close to coming again.
“Stop. Turn it off,” he says.
I turn it off.
Now I’m getting frustrated. “Please,” I whine.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Daddy will take care of you. Once more. Turn it on.”
I turn it back on. And he continues.
“And then, once I’ve stretched your little body out, filled every single inch of your pussy until you can’t take any more, I’ll fill you up with my hot cum.
I’ll fill you up with so much cum that you’ll be dripping.
You’ll be leaking my seed all over and making a mess.
Then, I’ll take you out, and we’ll walk around with my cum dripping out of you, leaking down your leg and marking you, so everyone will know you’re mine.
Everyone will know what a dirty little girl you’ve been, and you’ll be embarrassed…
but if anyone says anything, daddy will protect you. Do you like that, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe.
“Good girl. Now turn it off.”
I turn it off.
“Good girl. Now get dressed. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
He hangs up.
Fuck. I’m so tempted to turn the toy back on. But I know if I do, I won’t have time to get ready. He’ll catch me and punish me, which, honestly, wouldn’t be the worst thing, but I’m enjoying pleasing him. And pleasing him means following the rules. So I will.
So I pull up my black thong and pull down my dress. I notice immediately that my thong feels slightly wet and uncomfortable. I want to change my underwear, but I remember he told me not to. Besides, I don’t have much time. I quickly grab my purse and shoes, and thirty seconds later my phone buzzes.
I’m here, his text says.