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“I don’t think you’ll do that.” Lennon’s voice was smooth and confident.
How could he be so sure? I wasn’t.
“Good girls get their pussies teased and licked and worshiped. Bad girls get their asses spanked and fucked. Your behavior will make the choice about what will happen when I finally get to see you again.”
Oh. Damn. That was how.
CHAPTER 8
LENNON
The temptation to make her come over the phone just to show her that I could had been great, but the idea of leaving her wet, achy, and needy for me until I finally got to see her was even better.
In the spirit of fairness, I’d also denied myself, even though after the phone call, I’d wanted nothing more than to jump in the shower and rub one off. I’d gone for a three-mile run instead, came home and chugged a beer, and watched Bob Ross on blu-ray until I fell asleep.
Morning hadn’t been much better. My cock woke at attention, screaming, “today is the day all our dreams come true!” and there seemed to be nothing I could do to get it to calm down.
Well, nothing but that, and I still didn’t do that.
I instead took my time packing a suitcase full of everything I might need to spend time at Zoe’s house. I ate a protein-filled breakfast. I trimmed my hair and shaped my beard. I manscaped, even. By the time I did all that, it was barely ten. I read through her application one more time, went for a run, took another shower, double checked my packing job. Doordashed lunch. Threw paint at a canvas. Tried to read a book.
Finally, it was half past one. Finally, she was off work. Finally, I could get in my car, drive across town, and not have to worry about showing up desperately early.
It took everything I had to give a rat's ass about puny things like speed limits and traffic laws as I raced toward Zoe’s. My hands shook with anticipation as I steered into her neighborhood.
Of course, the walk to her house felt abnormally long and awkward as my cock strained against the fabric of my designer jeans. I adjusted myself twice on the way there, nodded at the front doorman, and finally stepped onto an empty elevator. When I stood outside her door, my heart was pounding in my ears. My inner frat boy was cheering.
I held my breath as I knocked and let it out with a whoosh when she appeared, flinging the door open and leaning against its edge.
Her beauty took my breath away. Her auburn curls, shaded with subtle hints of gray, fell to her shoulders in soft waves. Her soft red sweater hugged her luscious breasts and emphasized the gentle curves of her waist. Her long, zebra-print skirt wasn’t a cut most men my age would consider sexy, nor was it at all revealing, but on her, the combination was chef’s kiss. Suede ankle boots and chunky silver jewelry completed the ensemble.
The semi I’d been sporting all day turned into a raging hard-on once she was in front of me, her sexy lips parting innocently as she greeted me with a half-smile.
“Hey, Daddy.”
That was all it took for me before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her body to mine. I didn’t even step inside to the privacy of her home before I claimed her with a kiss that left us both gasping for breath when we finally broke.
Her forehead rested against mine, and her chest rose and fell with panting breaths. “Oh… my… god.”
There was so much in those three little words, and though they were all she said, I understood everything behind them. “Hi babygirl. Are you gonna invite me in?”
Her eyes got big and her cheeks flushed with color as she seemed to notice that we were out in the open. She let out a soft gasp and quickly pulled me inside, closing the door behind us.
And the warmth stopped. Walking inside her house was like walking into an igloo. It was cold and monochromatic, every single surface a different shade of beige or ivory. Everything was artsy and designer, but not in a good way. There was nothing about this place that reminded me of Zoe.
I thought I was hiding my reaction as my gaze swept the space but I must not have been.
“I know, it’s bad, right?” She winced, turning to lean her back against my front, and surveyed the space as if she was seeing it through fresh eyes. “I never liked it, but according to my ex, it was professional, and adult. It was sophisticated and elegant, and a bunch of other words that never meant anything to me.” She sighed in disgust. “I really don’t know what I saw in him.”
“Hey it’s okay.” I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed gently, reminding her of my presence. The past was a rabbit hole I didn’t want her falling down right now. “That’s all in the past. Daddy’s here now. Besides, I don’t plan on spending much time with you out here. I don’t think we’ll be stepping too far outside the bedroom.”
She scoffed in disgust. Not the reaction I was expecting.
“Honestly, the bedroom isn’t much better. I really don’t know why I went along with his plan to hire an interior decorator. They kinda sucked.”
For some reason that hit me in the funny bone as I looked around the nearly bare, personality-less, monochromatic-but-supposedly-aesthetically-pleasing space. “Yeah, they really kinda did.”
She turned and looked at me, nervously licking her lips. “Do you… did you want… a glass of water or something?”