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Chapter Four

The following week passed without any incident. Dylan continued to text and call and we’d spend hours just chatting online but we didn’t get to meet up. He was busy with work, having to deal with a new company they acquired, and I was just droning through my days like a lifeless robot.

During one of our lunch breaks Ysa came up to me with a cross face. I knew immediately she probably had a fight with Matt.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked as she sat down beside me, placing her tray of food on the table. I checked my watch - still had an hour before I had to go back to my desk.

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Fucking Matthew. I went through his phone last night.”

I knew it. They often fought but it was usually about crazy shit or utter nonsense like who should sleep on which side of the bed. “So, what’d you find? Is he cheating on you with that bitch from Benny’s?”

Ysa shook her head. “No, it’s a little more complicated than that. He’s been texting Jerry and they’re trying to set me up for a threesome.”

My jaw dropped. Took us both a moment to process what she just said.

“To make it worse,” she continued on, “he’s also been texting Xia and he’s been trying to set up a threesome with her too. He wants me to fuck him and Jerry and then fuck him and Xia.”

I wanted to pinch myself. “Wow,” I felt like we were in some kind of awkward, really weird dream. “So what did you tell him?”

“I told him he can fuck Jerry or suck his cock because I don’t want to be a part of it,” Ysa answered. She took a few big bites out of her lunch and I followed suit, trying to process this whole ordeal while munching down.

“Of course he didn’t see it that way,” Ysa rambled on. “He just thinks he’s in charge of our sex life since he’s older and the provider. Maybe he thinks I’m like his personal skank or some shit.”

“Mm-hm,” was all I could muster. Every time she continued rambling I’d just nod. My thoughts were beginning to go off the rails.

When she mentioned how she was younger and how Matt was in control it just made me think of how I was a submissive little girl to Dylan, a man I willingly called my daddy. I was his little girl - almost like a daughter with our age difference - and at the same time I was his sub, his toy… his slave.

“Hey,” Ysa snapped me back to reality. “Did you hear a single fucking word I said?”

I looked back at her and raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Yeah, Matt’s being a dick, treating you like a slut and wants you for threesomes with Xia and that old fart, Jerry.”

“No, bitch,” ah fuck, she caught me not listening to her. She punched me in the shoulder and sipped her drink. “I said Michael is bugging me about you. I think he wants to ask you out or something.”

“Michael?” I couldn’t remember a Michael for the life of me. “Who’s Michael?”

She looked at me like I committed a crime. “Michael O’Malley, that cute guy who works up in administration. He’s kind of nice, I guess, and he’s a little younger than Dylan.”

“I don’t know,” I wasn’t really feeling excitement for anyone but Dylan now. “I’m not feeling it.”

Ysa’s mouth gaped open and she looked at me in surprise, “Are you getting serious with Dylan? You just met him.”

“Hey, you fucked Matt four days in a row after you met him,” I pointed out. It was true, they had a goddamn sex party for nearly a week.

She laughed and then pointed a finger at my face, “You got a point. Still, you’re young and we ain’t so sure if Dylan can hold it. This Michael wants to meet you later. Give him a try and then think it over at home which one you like.”

“I’ll consider it,” I replied. I picked up my tray. “No promises, okay? If you see him give him my number. I’ll tell him if I want to go.”

Ysa nodded and then waved me off so she could continue finishing her meal. I left her and headed back to work.

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Michael did get my number, not even an hour later. He sent me a few pictures online and I had to admit, he did look pretty hot. He looked to be a good ten years younger than Dylan and it showed. He had a big physique. This guy could easily crush me with those gigantic muscles. The way they rippled on his arms just matched the suave of his brown, wavy hair and blue eyes. If Dylan looked like a rock star, Michael was a football star, a quarterback legend. He was the kind of guy girls would line up behind the bleachers to suck and fuck.

However, even while chatting away with Michael, my thoughts were constantly tracing back to Dylan. I could still vividly remember how he held down on my mouth and neck the night he abducted me. I could still feel how he fucked my throat, how he shot his load all over my face and how he fucked me from behind. I could remember how he ripped through my flesh and made me like it.

Well, Dylan didn’t have any plans for us to meet up. I guess I could give this Michael a shot.

“Meet me after work,” I texted. “I got some free time. Want to chill together or something?”

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