Page 3 of A Stable Daddy

There’s submission and then there’s this.

This doesn’t feel right.

I tap on his thigh, realizing too late that with my mouth full, I can’t speak the safe-word.

He ignores my efforts.

Not for the first time tonight, I’m overwhelmed by how badly I miss Maddy. My sweet, patient Dom. He’d been ruthless when necessary, but he’d always known what I needed and how I needed it. I’m still making mistakes without his guidance.

The tears in my eyes spill over and I hit this guy’s thigh a little harder.

“Fuck,” he stops thrusting and yanks my head backwards, any sign of the meticulous man who had slowly wrapped awoman in rope earlier in the evening completely vanished. “What?” he spits at me.

“Gr-grenade,” I stammer, and his eyes go wide with disbelief.

“The fuck?” he demands, yanking my head harder.

“Grenade,” I repeat, louder this time. “Red light.”

“You’re a fucking cock tease,” he complains angrily, and I flinch back.

“Please, let my hair go,” I request, feeling my whole body start to tremble.

I’ve never come across a situation like this before, and I’m realising too late that I’ve been careless. I should have told Jake where I was going. I shouldn’t have gone into a private, closed-door room with someone I’ve never played with before. I should have backed out when the warning bells first started ringing in my mind.

“You’re going to finish me off first,” he says. “It’s the least you can do.”

I gape up at him, my knees starting to twinge with pain. But that’s the least of my concerns.

Fifty-one-fucking-years-old, and I’m about to become (or have I already become?) a victim of sexual assault.

“I said no,” I raise my voice, hoping that the sound might carry into the hall. I know the number one club rule is to never open a closed door, but maybe someone will break it if they can hear that I’m in genuine distress. “I safeworded!”

I should have anticipated the slap, but it takes me by surprise.

My cheek stings and my eyes water all over again as my face snaps to the side. The movement, though, brings me hope. Through blurry vision, I can see that the door is open a crack. I lunge sideways for it, managing to slip my fingers into the crack between the door and the doorway, slamming the whole thingopen with as much force as I can muster while my would-be (actual?) assailant trips over his own pants.

“Help!” I call out, trying to scramble back to my feet despite my stiff, protesting knees. “Red light! Help! Anyone?!”

“How dare you?!” the guy behind me demands, and I feel his fingers take a handful of the mesh at my back, tugging me backwards.

I stumble, falling in his direction, hoping that he’ll break my landing.

This was not how I imagined tonight going at all.

Chapter Two – Oscar

I’ve done a hell of a lot of dumb shit in my life, but moving halfway around the world for some guy I met on the internet is probably the dumbest shit of all.

Especially when I found out he had a wife.

And kids.

And a cute-as-fuck dog.

I sure as shit wasn’t turning back around and hopping on another long-haul flight back to Texas. Not to hear my mama bitching me out about how she told me so, or to hear my pops telling me that if I’d just lived my life the way they’d told me to, none of this would have happened.

I’ve forever been a disappointment to them. And, the more they expressed those thoughts, the more I rebelled. That accounts for maybe sixty percent of my shitty decisions. The other forty percent? That’s all on me.

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