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Rick snorted. “Of course not. She’s not mine to punish, lucky for her. And I’m not going to lecture her as a Daddy either. I’m going to lecture her as a host who just caught his guest doing something unacceptable,” he retorted.

“Yes, but—”

“And I’m going to make it clear that this behavior is not going to happen again.”

“But—”

“AndthenI’m going to come back here, and you and I are going to have alongtalk about your failure to disclose relevant information. So anything else you have to say can wait.”

He finished buttoning his shirt and then went right out the bedroom door, ignoring Maya’s sputtering behind him.

CHAPTER 5

Two days of worrying, sitting in an uncomfortable truck stop café, and a night of restless sleep in a cold car had taken their toll on Lisa. The guest bed looked so soft and inviting too, but she couldn’t get into it yet. First, she needed a shower, and before that, she had to move her car into the garage and bring some of her things in.

It felt like an overwhelming amount of work to do before she could relax, but she knew herself well enough to know that if she sat down on the bed, that would be it. She’d be passed out fully clothed in under a minute.

And realistically she knew she wasn’t actually ‘dirty’. She’d only been homeless for a couple of days after all. But she felt grungy, and she simply wouldn’t be comfortable climbing into the pristine bed without cleaning up first.

She let out a long sigh and dragged her tired bones out to the garage. The button was right where Maya had told her it would be, so opening the large front door was easy. The hard part came when she moved the car in and had to sort through the packed back seat to find her bathroom stuff.

As careful as she’d been, and as much effort as she’d made to pack in an organized way, things had shifted around. There wasjust too much crammed in to make it easy. By the time she was finally able to retrieve the trash bag full of bathroom stuff, she was frustrated and cold.

At least the landlord had thrown all the bathroom stuff together. The clothes took more effort since there were several bags. She couldn’t even begin to guess which might hold the pajamas, without digging through them. It felt uncomfortable bringing all of her clothes inside, because she wasn’t as confident as Maya that Rick would let her stay.

But the unheated garage forced the issue. She finally ended up grabbing the biggest bag of clothes, and hauled it inside. At least she could search in the warmth, even if unpacking and filling the empty drawers, wasn’t something she was prepared to do yet.

The clothes weren’t as much of a mess as she’d expected. It seemed like they’d upended the drawers one after another, without actually going through them. Her cheeks flushed hot when she found all her underwear and bras at the bottom, but the fact that they were still mostly folded made it a little more bearable to think about strangers handling her stuff.

And…she refused to even think about whether they’d seen the vibrator she kept tucked in that drawer. It seemed ridiculous to be embarrassed about them knowing she had a sex toy, when there were much more obvious and important issues to deal with—but that was just how she was.

Anything to do with sex tended to make her uncomfortable. For her, orgasms were just a physical need, like eating, drinking, or showering. Making herself come helped her sleep. It eased stress.

On rare occasions she might watch or read something, usually kink-related, that turned her on, and then she could quickly take care of it with no mess or fuss. It was so much easier than trying to manage a romantic relationship.

She’d tried that a few times. Not because she wanted to, but because it felt almost obligatory. The dating could be fun at first. Spending time with someone, getting to know them, sharing things in common—that was the good part.

If only it couldstaythere without progressing to the next step. It was rare that she could go on more than two dates with a guy, before he would start pressuring her for sex. If she was lucky, she might even make it to three, but never more than that.

She’d given in and had sex just to make them happy more than once. It was fine. Well, the messy aftermath was kind of gross, but she just didn’t really love it the way most women seemed to.

It was quicker and more convenient with a vibrator and honestly just… better. She put up with the sex and tried to pretend like she was enjoying it, but they always seemed to know she wasn’t really into it. Some guys didn’t care. They just did their thing and left.

The nice guys were more difficult. They cared that she didn’t orgasm and would keep trying, when really she just wanted them to finish so they could cuddle or leave. It was frustrating.

It didn’t matter if they used their tongues or fingered her. No amount of foreplay helped.

She fantasized about kinky stuff all the time, so in a Eureka moment she decided that the lack of dominance in the men was the problem. Obviously, her sexuality was tied to a fetish and until she scratched that itch, she was just never going to understand the big deal about sex.

So she started looking for guys that put out the Dom vibe, even going so far as to look at online dating sites specifically for kinky people. After several unsatisfying encounters, it became clear that kink wasn’t going to fix the issue either.

She had fantasized about being spanked and submitting for half her life, and it did make her feel all squirmy when she was byherself. But what she pictured was very different from the scenes she’d ended up in. And all of them had seemed like a speedrun to her pleasing them sexually.

They hadn’t even bothered to give her a real spanking first. Although, one did suggest whipping her ass while she gave him a blowjob, and she’d actually been tempted to give it a try. Maybe if he’d waited until their second encounter, she would have worked up the energy.

He didn’t take the no well. “A real submissive would be happy to please me. You’re obviously one of those girls who just like to fantasize.” He shrugged and left.

Maybe he was right, but if she could find a guy who would just spank her, maybe cuddle her a little bit afterwards, she thought that might be nice. It would fill a couple of needs, but no guy was going to agree to that. Why would they? It’s not like they’d get anything out of it for themselves.

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