My hand moved down my abdomen, and I started to massage my clit while I watched the video. The site was designed to sell videos, so it skipped around a little bit and ended much too soon. I clicked a few more as my finger made quick circles and started to shoot pleasure through my veins. It felt terrific. For some reason, I didn’t associate that kind of bliss with losing my virginity—it felt like something to overcome rather than something I would enjoy. Maybe that should have been a sign that I wasn’t ready to go through with it, no matter how much I tried to psyche myself up for the experience.

  If it were Keaton—I probably would have enjoyed it.

  The videos were a little frustrating. Every time I got to something that revved me up and made the pleasure go to the next level, they ended. I wished I knew a better site, but I was too far into it to start exploring. I clicked one after another for several minutes while I took myself to the edge and felt the fantasy get flushed away. There were multiple couples, and when I finally saw a guy in one of them that resembled Keaton, my imagination went wild.

  God, I wish his hands were on my body right now…

  I clicked the second video with that couple and watched a familiar scene—a woman on the bed masturbating to something on her phone. All of a sudden, the door opened, and the Daddy Dom that resembled Keaton walked in on her. He scolded her for playing with herself without him, and then the scene skipped ahead to show her across his knee. I had seen a few of the other girls in the videos get their ass slapped, but this one was getting a spanking—not a playful one either. The video skipped ahead until her ass was pretty red, and then it ended. I let my phone drop out of my hand. I didn’t need the video anymore. I was living that very same fantasy in my head.

  Would Keaton spank me if he walked in right now? Would I like it?

  I felt the euphoria kick up a notch, and I put a little more pressure on my clit. My eyes closed, and I imagined that scene unfolding in real life. I was on my bed, naked from the waist down, watching porn on my phone and masturbating. My door opened—and suddenly, the fantasy just became the reality I was living in, despite it only existing in my head. It felt like a dream but so vivid and real that it could have been happening.

  “What are you doing, naughty girl?” Keaton’s tone was firm in my head, just like the guy in the video.

  “Nothing, Daddy!” My hand didn’t move away from my clit, but it did in the fantasy—because I had just been doing something that Daddy didn’t approve of.

  The fantasy shifted, almost like the video being skipped. I was always a good kid growing up. I didn’t get in trouble, and I certainly didn’t get spanked. The girl in my head—she was a different version of me—one that was in a whole lot of trouble. I imagined myself being stretched across Keaton’s knee with his hand on my ass. I could almost feel it—his hand was so big and rough. A spanking from him would hurt. I started to squirm on the bed. I was getting so close to an orgasm. The pressure was building up inside my body, and I was moaning pretty loud because I didn’t have to worry about anyone hearing me.

  I’m sorry, Daddy. Please don’t spank me…

  “Oh, god!” My body jerked, and I felt the pressure release.

  Imagining Keaton’s hands on my skin was enough to push me over the edge, even though I couldn’t feel it outside of my imagination. My muscles got tight, and I started to shake as the orgasm surged through my veins. It was incredible. The endorphin rush made my head spin while I climaxed and when the orgasm peaked, I rubbed my clit faster so that I could siphon every bit of pleasure that was possible out of it before the feeling began to fade.

  Damn. I feel so dirty that I may have to shower again before we go to the shooting range…

  The afterglow of bliss felt good. It was peaceful and serene as if pure tranquility had laid a sheet across my body. I liked the fantasy. The videos got me so turned on and wet that it would have been impossible to ignore the way my body begged for a release. Did that mean I would enjoy living that out in real life with Keaton? Could I call him Daddy and be the kind of little girl that he was searching for at Pandora’s Box? I liked everything else about him—I was sure there were faults, and his reluctance to commit to someone probably hid more than he willingly revealed in the course of an evening, but there was a part of me that wanted to peel back the layers to see what was underneath.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Brittany gave me a purple bracelet instead of a red one. Keaton already had his eye on me. I thought he was hot and would have been extremely tempted if he approached me. It would have just been for one night if I opened myself up to exploring his fantasy. Maybe one night wouldn’t be that bad if it was all I could have. It was all either of us was looking for when we walked into the club. He was robbed of his fantasy because of what my roommate did.

  Maybe it’s still possible—if we’re both willing to try…

  Chapter Ten

  Keaton

  I made several calls when I got back to my hotel room and then I watched television for a couple of hours. I was never one to nap, and the military taught me how to survive on a few hours of sleep, so I rarely needed more. After television got boring, I walked into my bedroom and started sorting the firearms I brought with me. I usually traveled pretty light, but still had my personal weapon, a few backups, and one that could do some real damage if I found myself in the kind of situation that called for it—I hadn’t yet, but precautions were part of who I was, so it came with me when I was working.

  I’ll leave that one here. I don’t want to scare Gwyn away by pulling out an AR-16 on her first trip to the range.

  I could count on one hand the number of times I had been forced to brandish a weapon while I was handling security for my clients, and I had never actually had to discharge one. That didn’t mean I neglected the firearms I owned. I normally cleaned my arsenal at least once a week and took my guns to the range monthly just to put a few rounds through them. I didn’t ever want to get caught in a situation where one failed me if the life of a client depended on the condition of my weapon.

  Luckily most of my assignments never require more than a few shoves to get people to move out of the way.

  I didn’t know if working for Gio would break my streak of keeping all my bullets in the chamber while I was on the job. I wouldn’t shy away from it if that was what was required to keep him safe, but I preferred to avoid it if possible. I saw enough combat for one lifetime before I was in my mid-twenties, and I wasn’t ready to repeat that in my mid-thirties. I hoped my team’s presence would be enough of a power display for Gio to prove that he had resources at his disposal even though most of his family was locked up.

  Okay, my weapons are all set. I guess I’ll try to watch television again until Gwyn is finished with her nap.

  * * *

  I watched most of a movie before I heard a knock at my door. It was too soft to be anyone with malicious intent, but I still made sure to check. Seeing Gwyn on the other side of the peephole caused my body to rush with desire. I was fighting it, but damn if it wasn’t hard to ignore what I felt when she put her hand on mine earlier that morning. None of the fantasies I lived out at Pandora’s Box compared to that. It was too bad there was so much attraction when neither one of us could be what the other one wanted.

  I don’t trust myself enough.

  “Ready to go?” I pulled the door open and took a step back.

  “Yep!” She walked into my room and smiled. “Ready to go shoot some bad guys—well, pictures of bad guys.”

  “Just faceless targets,” I laughed and went to gather my guns.

  The ride to the range was pretty uneventful. Gwyn seemed to have a glow about her—the nap must have been a lot better than whatever sleep she got the previous night. Her mood was shifted to the point that I would have never known she was wearing the handcuffs that were still lying on the floorboard from the previous night and in real danger. I wasn’t sure if she was just able to block it out or if she felt safe enough with me that she had no fear of something like that happening again.

  Maybe the bag full of firearms in the backseat is also reassuring…

  I preferred an outdoor range, but that wasn’t something I could find in the city, so the indoor range would have to do. It was Sunday, so the range was mostly empty, and the stalls were private to make sure that there weren’t any incidents. I paid for us to use one, picked up some cheaper ammo that I could blow through without worrying about the cost, and hauled everything into the back room.

  “Here, put these on.” I handed her a set of noise-canceling earphones. “You’re going to need them.”

  “The people on television never wear these…” She took them and looked perplexed for a second but slid them on her head. “Now, I can’t hear you—now I can’t hear myself.”

  “Hold on.” I pressed a button on the side of her earphones. “There, now you can hear. Just make sure you hit the button again before we start shooting.”

  “Okay, good. That’s better.” She smiled.

  “If I’m going to teach you how to shoot, I’m going to teach you everything.” I put the guns out on the table in front of us. “That starts with learning how to load the gun.”

  “Never know when I might need to know how to do that…” Her voice had a sarcastic tone, but she still paid attention.

  “This is a Beretta M9.” I held it up. “It’s what I used when I was in the service.”

  I taught Gwyn how to load the clip while I went over firearm safety. I sounded like I was reciting a book, but it was necessary. Once the basics were taken care of, I showed her how to remove the safety; we adjusted our headphones so I could empty the clip into the target in front of us. My aim was pretty good. I used to be better, but that was when I practiced every single day as my life depended on it—because it did.

  “Okay, let me get a fresh target.” I hit the button to change them out.

  “You shoot good…” She blinked a couple of times as I pulled my target down and set one up for her.

  “I had a lot of motivation to learn.” I motioned to the gun. “The safety is on, reload the clip and put it back down.”

  “Alright…” She picked it up and carefully released the clip.

  Gwyn started trying to push the bullets in the clip and groaned a couple of times when she realized how tough it was to actually get the bullets into it. I could have helped, but I felt like it would give her a better appreciation for each one she fired if it took a little effort to get the gun loaded.

  Gwyn struggled through it, but she managed to get the clip fully loaded and pushed back into the gun. Truthfully, I had seen recruits that didn’t even get that far on their first attempt, so she was at least good enough to make it through one day of basic training.

  “Now, let me show you how to hold it.” I cupped my hands around hers, positioned her arms, and adjusted her fingers so that they were in the right place.

  “I might forget every time I picked it up…” She grinned and bit down on her bottom lip. “Are you going to help me remember?”

  Is she—flirting?

  “If that’s what it takes.” I narrowed my eyes. “I’m going to brace your arms the first few shots to make sure you don’t get caught off guard by the recoil. Don’t pull the trigger—squeeze it. Keep a good grip on the gun, but don’t lock up your elbows.”

  “Okay.” She nodded. “I’m ready.”

  We both adjusted our earphones, and I supported Gwyn’s arms, and she prepared to take her first shot. I didn’t usually care much about the kick when I was using it, but I didn’t know if she would be ready. The first two shots were clumsy and missed the target, but her third one hit the paper beside the silhouette. After she delivered six shots, I pulled a hand away, and after a few more, I let her empty the clip on her own. Most of them missed the target, but she got a few shots—if she had a whole clip and plenty of time, she could at least stop one person with a Beretta.

  “That was fun—damn it.” Gwyn looked annoyed for a second and then hit the button so she could hear. “That was fun!”

  “Yeah, I heard you the first time.” I laughed under my breath.

  “My wrists are a little sore, though.” She put down the gun and rubbed them.

  “It gets better after you’re used to it and know what to expect.” I nodded. “Want to try a couple more guns?”

  “Sure!” She nodded quickly.

  I started her off with the heaviest weapon I brought, but my next one was a Glock. It was lighter, but the recoil was sharper, even though it didn’t last as long. I emptied a clip, turned it over to her, and waited for her to load it before I supported her arms. The recoil was a shock for her, but she managed to tighten her grip and adjust before she fired the second shot. She did an excellent job of adjusting and learning her weapon. She also had a lot of maturity about it, despite her age. I was pretty impressed overall.

  It wasn’t long before we went through all of the ammo and bought some more for another round. Gwyn’s aim improved, and her last clip was rather impressive for someone that had never held a gun before I brought her to the range. I hoped she would never need to hold one outside of that environment, but at least she had fun. I no longer had to ask myself if she was flirting by the time we were done—it was so obvious that a blind person could have picked up on it.

  It’s going to be hard for me to keeping ignoring it if she doesn’t stop.

  “Do you want to grab some lunch before we go back to the hotel?” I looked over at Gwyn as we walked to the car.

  “Yeah, that sounds good.” She nodded and pretended to flex her arms. “After shooting all of those guns, I feel like a need a rare steak and a shot of whiskey.”

  “How about a burger? I know a pretty good place. It’s not far.” I opened the passenger side door for her.

  “That works too.” She gave me a sheepish grin and made a point of rubbing herself against me as she sat down.

  If she keeps this up, I may want to do a whole lot more than flirt.

  Chapter Eleven

  Gwyn

  I was playing with fire, and I knew it. The fantasy I had in my room might have been good enough for the moment, but it had ignited something else inside me. I wanted to find out if experiencing all of the things I thought about was as good as what I imagined. There was some logic to it—or at least I convinced myself that there was. I went to Pandora’s Box to lose my virginity. Keaton went there to live out his fantasy for one night. We could both get what we wanted if we gave in to our desires. I didn’t know if I was ready to be a Daddy Dom’s little girl for longer than that, but I was turned on by the idea of trying it.

  It felt good to flirt. I had never been able to do that before. I attempted it in high school with Dillon, but I had no clue what I was doing. He pretended to be into it because he was setting me up for Jordan’s revenge ploy. I never thought I would have the courage to try again, but Keaton brought that confidence I lost back to the surface. The way he looked at me—the way his gaze lingered—it made me feel attractive and desired. I didn’t know how to take things beyond flirting—that was one thing I had zero experience with.

  All I can do is tease until he makes a move…

  After lunch, Keaton offered to take me by a department store so that I could pick up some more clothes. Technically, he offered to take me by my dorm and stand guard while I got what I needed, but I suggested a trip to the store instead. I had some money that had been put aside for clothes anyway, and I was overdue for a shopping trip. Keaton didn’t pay attention to what I was buying and got distracted a couple of times—which turned out to be a good thing when I found a pair of panties that I slipped underneath the rest of the clothes while he wasn’t looking.

  Now I need things to go far enough for him to see them.

  “Got everything you need?” He walked up to me when I got the end of the aisle.

  “Yeah, I’ll go check out. Why don’t you go get the car?” I looked over at him.

  “I don’t mind buying this stuff for you.” He motioned to my buggy.

  “You’ve seriously done enough.” I put my hand on his arm. “I got this—if you go get the car, we can get back to the hotel before rush hour traffic brings the city to a crawl.”

  “Good point.” He nodded. “Okay, I’ll meet you outside.”

  I grabbed a Red Bull on my way to the cashier and put all of my items on the conveyor belt. She laughed when my special pair of panties made their way to the scanner and gave me a side-eyed glance before she rang them up. All I could do was shrug and try not to grin. Once everything was bagged, I walked outside and saw Keaton approaching. I walked to the edge of the sidewalk and stuck out my thumb like I was pretending to hitchhike.

  Keaton pulled up to the sidewalk and rolled down the passenger side window. “Need a ride?”

  “Maybe…” I leaned forward. “You’re not one of those strangers I’ve been warned about, are you?”

  “Nah.” He laughed and leaned over to open the passenger side door. “You’re perfectly safe with me.”

  I put my bags down in the floorboard and sat down. The drive back to the hotel was filled with small talk while I tried to find opportunities to work things into the conversation that worked as vague innuendos. I saw a couple of smiles that confirmed Keaton realized what I was trying to do. Once we got back to the Mikado Hotel, I leaned forward to pick up my bags and saw something else in the floorboard—the red bracelet. I quickly tossed it in my bag—I didn’t know if I could go that far with Keaton, but I did feel like I could trust him.

  We both got deprived of what we were after last night, but maybe tonight can be different…

 

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