"Can I have your phone number?" I sat down on Mr. Hudson's desk.

"Sure, why?" He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me.

"Just in case of anything."

"You mean just in case of a dick appointment?"

"That too," I smiled. I handed him my phone and he typed in his phone number. "Oh! I forgot. Thank you for my Valentine's present."

"My dick is a gift, isn't it?" He smirked.

"No! The new ballet shoes, and the candy. It was very sweet. Also, what you said was nice too."

"Oh. You actually liked it? I didn't know what to get."

"Yes. I needed new ones anyway and the ones you got were super high quality. And expensive."

"I'm glad you liked them. I didn't know if they were good or not but the lady in the store said they were. I also didn't know if they would fit." I started fiddling with my nails.

He pulled my hands apart. "What is it?"

I bit my lip nervously for what I was about to ask next. "When's the next time your wife will be out of the house? Sorry, I mean, Victoria."

"She actually moved out this weekend, when she saw the divorce papers on the counter."

"Really!" I don't know why I was so shocked. I knew they were getting a divorce, I guess just hearing the words made it more official.

"Yeah, why?" I was about to start playing with my fingernails again when he pulled my hands apart and pulled me into his lap. "Stop it. Just say what you want to say."

"I was wondering if I could come over sometime?"

"Yeah. You can come over this Saturday if you're free."

"Really!" Now I was shocked. I definitely expected him to turn me down.

"Yeah. Why are you shocked?"

"I don't know. What time?"

"Anytime. Just pop in. I'll be home all day."

"Got it! I gotta go. I have rehearsals. Where I'll be using my new dance shoes," I winked.

He chuckled and nodded, "Good luck."

I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but I thought it would be weird, so I just grabbed my stuff and left.

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It was 4:00 pm. I should've given Lydia a specific time. I'm an idiot. Now I've been rushing around all morning trying to make sure everything was in place. Why was I so nervous for her to come to my house? Over the years I've learned to be very good at pretending to be calm when I'm not. This was not one of those times.

She's been here before and everything was fine. Just breathe, Daniel. Chill out.

I heard a ring on the doorbell. I did a once-over to make sure everything looked good. I took a deep breath and walked over to the door. When I opened the door there was only a package. Dammit!

"Boo!"

I jumped. "What the hell, Lydia! Don't do that."

She doubled over laughing. "Oh my gosh. That was amazing! You looked so disappointed to see a box. Were you waiting for me?" She put a hand on her chest, sarcastically, as though she cared.

"Obviously. You said you were coming. You took your sweet time though."

"Sorry about that." She shrugged.

I moved out of the way to let her inside. She was wearing a blue, ruched, body-con sundress. "You look nice." I looked her up and down.

"Thanks!'" We made our way to the kitchen and she hopped up on the island. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"Do you have juice?"

"Is cranberry juice fine?" She nodded and I poured her a glass before handing it to her.

"Thank you!" She intrigued me more and more every day.

"So, is there a specific reason you wanted to come over?"

She took the cup away from her lips and I settled in between her legs, making her smile. "Um...," she started picking her nails.

"Stop it!"

"Sorry! Sorry."

"Wait! Where does your mom think you are?"

"Chloe's house."

"And where does Chloe think you are?"

She looked away from me with a guilty expression. "Your house."

"What?"

"I may or may not have told her about us."

"Are you insane, Lydia?"

"She was getting suspicious."

"What if she tells someone?"

"She's not going to. She's not like that. I've known her since I was a kid. She's never told any of my secrets. Not that there's much to tell anyway." I walked away from her, closed my eyes, and rested my fingers on my temple. "Are you mad? I'm sorry."

I knew if I looked at her, I would immediately soften. I looked back at her and she was staring at the floor picking her nails. Dammit! I shouldn't have looked. I walked back over to her and rested my hands on her thighs. She didn't look up at me.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have told her without talking to you first."

I lifted her chin and our eyes met. "I'm not mad. I was just shocked. If you trust her, I guess it's fine."

She just nodded. I kissed her lips softly. How the hell did this girl get this much power over me in the span of weeks?

"So, what did you come over here for?" She gave me a devious smile. Her smile was gorgeous. And contagious. "Uh oh! I don't like that look."

"It's nothing bad."

"What is it?"

"Um... how do I ask this?" I raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever... had... rough sex before?"

"What?"

"I don't want to repeat myself," she looked to the side with a cheeky smile.

"Well, it depends on your definition of rough. Rough like, what we did yesterday?"

"You know." She paused for a second to think. "Tied up, blindfolded, choking. spanking, blah blah blah," she listed. It looked as if she was trying to remember what someone told her.

"Where'd you think of that?"

"Porn," she said shyly. I let out a chuckle. "Don't laugh at me." She pushed me gently. "So have you done it or not?"

"Yeah," I said slowly.

"Really," she perked up.

I laughed. "Yes. Why? Did you want to try it?"

"I mean, I wouldn't mind getting experimental."

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure about that?"

Her face dropped. "Why? Do you not want to do it?

For an intelligent girl, she asked dumb questions. If I could fuck the soul out of her every day, I would. No questions asked. It made me wonder if she was insecure when she asked questions like this.

"Oh, I want to do it. The question is, do you know what you're signing up for?" She tilted her head. "You know. The pain."

"I have a high pain tolerance," she said proudly.

I laughed. "How about we make a list of rules? You tell me what's off-limits."

"Okay." She thought about it for a second. "No anal."

"Not interested."

"No whips."

"I'll only use my hands."

"You can spit in my mouth. You can spit 'down below'. But don't spit anywhere else."

I laughed and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't believe she was serious. I genuinely started to wonder what she could handle and I was excited to find out. I wanted to turn this innocent little girl into a freak.

"No wax."

"Wax?"

"Like from candles. That's what they used in pornos."

"You seriously watched those?"

"I like to do my research." She smiled and ran a finger up my hand. If she didn't hurry up, I was going to take her right here and now.

"What about face fucking," I asked.

"Sure."

"Just making sure," I smirked, starting to get excited. I started to draw circles on her thigh with my finger.

"All of my examples are allowed to be used."

"I don't think we're gonna dive that deep today, but we should have safe words," I said and she raised her eyebrows. I still don't think she knew what she was signing up for, but she would find out soon enough.

"Okay. Red means stop completely. Yellow means to take a break."

"Sounds good. Am I gonna need to use them?"

"I guess we'll see."

"How much you wanna bet that I don't?"

"I'm not gonna underestimate you."

"Smart choice. Oh, and this is the only time I'm verbally allowing you to continue doing whatever you want after I orgasm."

"You mean when I make you shake," I smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?"

"Um. I don't remember." Her smile said she did though.

"I told you that I would give you a reason to roll your eyes."

"Then do it."

"Fine," I wrapped a hand around her throat and she shot me a mischievous smile. "Go to my bedroom. Second door on the right down that hall," I pointed. "By the time I get in there, all of your clothes better be off, so I can fuck the shit out of you." I pulled her down from the island.

"Yes, sir." As she walked down the hallway, she unzipped her dress and dropped it on the floor.

This is gonna be fun.