Page 35 of Sugarplum

Dylan reached out and held my hand, pressing it down against the table. I felt the roughness and the weight of his hand and yet it also felt incredibly warm and comforting, like a flame burning in a homely fireplace. All at once I felt like I was being held by the hottest man alive and also by someone I could look up to, knowing he would take good care of me.

“It’s a good thing you know what to call me,” he said, his brown eyes again completely fixed on me. “It got me really curious about what your fetishes might be.”

“Do you really want to know?” I asked. I was starting to breathe a little heavier as I knew I was sharing details even my ex-boyfriends weren’t aware of. It’s not that I didn’t feel like letting them know my fantasies it was just that I didn’t think the things I liked would turn them on. “I mean, do you really want to know?”

He cocked his head and frowned, “Why? Are your fantasies a little unconventional? Don’t tell me you want to lose your virginity to a dead guy or something.”

I burst out laughing and shook my head, “No, no, nothing like that. I just want to try being forced down. I don’t want any of that slow romance stuff they try to push in movies and stuff. I want a guy who can push me down and take me like he wants me and make me scream for more.”

That lit a fire in his eyes and I suddenly realized I had walked into a trap of my own making. He was pushing me to talk about my fetishes.

“So a few ropes, cuffs and blindfolds?” he asked.

I shook my head, “No. I want something more than just the black leather and light spanking.”

“Beyond the superficial,” he stated. “That’s a good thing. I wouldn’t be interested if you thought BDSM and submission was just about getting strapped down, spanked and fucked. It’s about a deep bond between the slave and the master. There’s a strong tie of respect and satisfying each other’s desires.”

“You oddly know a lot about this, daddy,” I commented. Had he done BDSM-related things before?

Dylan nodded, “I got an idea that might turn you on.”

“Wanna make a bet?” I asked. “If it does turn me on, I’ll let you take my virginity.”

There was an air of silence for a moment as Dylan sat in awe at the weight of my proposal. I got him with this one. I wanted to have sex but the opportune moment never came before. Maybe this would be it. Of course, I wasn’t just going to be a slut and give it to him without some effort. I needed to see if he could really get my gears going. To his advantage, he was goddamn hot.

“That’s one hell of a dare,” he told me. “My idea is to let me kidnap you one of these nights, bring you to my place and let me take full advantage of you.”

Fuck. I felt the area between my legs begin to moisten just a little bit as the mere mention of him kidnapping and using me as he pleased was arousing me. While he was unaware of it, I spend a lot of time daydreaming of a hot guy doing exactly what he just proposed.

“If I say yes,” I slowly answered, “would you guarantee my safety? If I ever want us to stop, would you swear to stop?”

Dylan nodded, “You can trust me. I promise. Even when I’m busy roughing you up, I will never go over the line. I need you to tell me right now, though, what safe word do you want?”

“Safe word?”

“Saying ‘no’ is not going to work because it’s part of the game,” he explained. “Even if you scream it all night I’m not going to stop. If you say the safety word, however, then I guarantee you I will quickly stop. Even if I am deep inside you, I will stop the moment you say your safety word.”

I felt even more aroused when I heard him say ‘deep inside you’ while looking at me. “Okay, how about ‘banana’ then?”

“Banana sounds fine then,” Dylan said. “Just a fair warning: I will not let you know when I will come. I will not tell you beforehand. I will just come, one night, and grab you. For a single night or maybe more, I will keep you in my basement and fuck you like a goddamn slut. I will own you.”

Oh my God… fuck me, damn it. I wanted to reach down and play with myself. I wanted him to pick me up, kiss me, drag me to his car and take advantage of me. I’ve rarely ever felt this aroused to let a man even think about fucking me and now was one of those times.

“All right, daddy,” I said in the most seductive tone I could muster. “Let’s do this.”

Chapter Three

Fortunately for my own sanity, Dylan didn’t try to push forward with more sensual talk that day. We settled for a simple walk around the mall, dinner in a fast food joint and then he drove me home. I wanted to spend more time with him but he insisted we play it safe for now.

The days that followed just seemed to drag. Every day I’d see Ysa with her husband and it just made me think more about Dylan. I called him ‘daddy’ in everything now, from our chat messages online to our texts and whenever he calls me on the phone. I loved the attention he was giving me… he was treating me like a princess and to be honest I fucking loved it.

I was getting excited. I read romance books and erotica stories online. I looked at images of young girls with gag balls in their mouths or with their arms cuffed while a man fucks them from behind. I spent hours looking at Dylan’s photos and imagined what his face would look like when he had sex with me.

I couldn’t even believe I just willingly agreed to give him my virginity after having held onto it for so long.

The more exciting thing was that I was left all alone in the house these past few nights. Ysa and Matt have been hanging out in a poker club lately and I don’t really like to gamble so I tend to stay back. Maybe I was just hoping Dylan would come and sneak in during the times they were gone.

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