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Mr. Davis and I texted most of the day on Friday, at least until his meetings. Our chat was similar to light conversation between friends but with the cuteness of a couple mixed in. Were we a couple? No, there was no way. We had only been, well, involved for a week and I didn't think it meant anything outside of the bedroom. Or, should I say, the classroom. I did feel something for him, whether it be lust or otherwise. I didn't want to get any feelings brought in, but he made it difficult not to. I guess only time would tell.
I didn't hear from him for the rest of the evening. Maybe he had just forgotten, but meetings surely don't last until seven at night, so I sent him a text.
J: How was the rest of your day? Can we spend some time together tomorrow?
Two hours later, he sent me a reply.
D: Sorry I didn't text you, I've been really caught up today. And no, I'm very busy tomorrow, Babydoll. I'm sorry.
This made me disappointed. He didn't even want to make time for me anymore.
J: Are you sure? You can't even squeeze in an hour for me?
D: I'm sorry. I'll be at school grading papers tomorrow and I just can't right now. I'll make it up to you somehow, alright?
I was getting angry now, not understanding what he was trying to tell me. I didn't want him to make it up to me.
J: I just want to come and see you! I won't be loud or bother you while you're working, I promise this time! I'll be a good girl.
D: I don't think I could handle the distraction. Take it as a compliment. But, seriously, please don't come tomorrow, baby.
J: Okay, I guess I understand, Daddy. Goodnight.
D: Goodnight, baby.
I would surely be visiting him tomorrow. It would be a special surprise. A very special surprise.
The next morning, I ate some breakfast and waited. I decided I would give Mr. Davis a couple of hours to work and I would come in around eleven. So, I showered and dressed in my best bra and panties set. I pulled on a pair of fishnet tights and a black crop top. Finishing off the look, I added black heels and some dark makeup. I even found a thin, black choker to wrap on. Daddy wouldn't be able to resist this!
I pulled on a jacket to hide my obvious outfit and excitedly drove to school. It felt like I was doing something naughty. As I walked into the school, I wondered why Daddy had made such a fuss about me not coming here. That obviously meant he secretly wanted to see me, so I was in the right. The window covering was off, so I peeked in, hoping to catch of glimpse of him intently working.
My face fell and my heart shattered to the floor at what I saw. I had to look twice. He was naked! I didn't notice at first, but I looked further and saw a girl bent over the desk as he was fucking her. It was a small girl with black hair. Tamara!
Unable to bear the sight, I turned away from the window as tears fell down my face. This is the thanks I get for being attached to him so quickly; I can't believe I didn't see this coming. Even though I was the one that started this, he kept it going and I felt like he was using me the entire time. We had never sat down and agreed on anything, but it's common knowledge not to go around fucking any hoe that will spread her legs without letting the original girl know. But what if he was fucking her before me? She did come in asking for that extension when I was under the desk. Was she expecting them to fuck it out as usual? How many other girls had he done this to?
We were going to talk about it, but not now. I thought of knocking on the door, bursting in, and taking what's mine but I couldn't bring myself to do it. All it would lead to was excuses and anger. So, I took out my phone, trying to unlock it through my blurry vision. I wiped the tears from my eyes, positioned the camera through the window, and started recording.
I stifled my crying as I recorded the scene. I couldn't even look at it. After a minute or so, I thought I had seen quite enough so I turned around and went home.
I waited all day to see if he would text me, and he didn't. Finally, at 10:30pm, I received a text.
D: Thank you for letting Daddy be today, it means a lot to me, baby. I'm ready to meet up tomorrow!
Work? Yeah, right. I decided not to say anything just yet. I had my plans for him.
J: Of course, Daddy! I think that is a perfect idea.
D: This might sound crazy, but would you like to come over to my house? Then we don't have to always meet up at school.
Sure, so he could have a hoe at school and a hoe at home. We would run into each other if we both kept going to the same place. I didn't want to make him suspicious, so I agreed.
J: Really, Daddy? I would love that!
D: Me too, Babydoll. Come anytime you like.
He gave me his address and I just snickered to myself.
J: Thanks, Daddy. We've got a big day ahead of us, so I'm going to get to bed.
D: We sure do, baby. Goodnight!
J: Goodnight!
I felt absolutely disgusting talking to a guy that already had someone else on the side. Maybe I was the one on the side. I shuddered and went to sleep, ready to take this head on the next day.
I sprang out of bed on Sunday and went to the adult store a few blocks away. Buying some equipment for today would make this whole thing easier. I paid for my things and put them into my bag, heading straight for Mr. Davis' house. I was dressed in the same outfit as yesterday since he didn't get to see it. Pulling into his apartment complex, I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be strong. All of my tears were gone now anyway.
When I got to his door, I rang the doorbell and leaned against the frame, wondering how many other girls had done this. I felt like a slut and not the good kind.
He answered and I mustered my best, "Hi, Daddy." He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt again.
"Wow, Babydoll, look at you! You got all fancy just for me," he beamed, removing my jacket and placing it on the couch.
We both embraced in a hug, but it felt empty and fake.
"Today is going to be great," I remarked, walking to the couch to sit.
"What's in that bag, baby?"
I set it next to me and grinned. "Oh, just some special things. Want to see?"
"Sure, I do."
"Okay, then you're going to have to do what I ask of you," I said, standing up. I squinted my eyes and painted my face with a mischievous grin. "Can you do that, little boy?" My confidence was growing.
"Ooh, okay, so we're going that route today," he growled at me. "I like it."
"Take off your clothes and kneel for me." I tapped my foot, waiting for him to finish. He kneeled down and I loomed over him. Strutting to my bag of goodies, I pulled out a pair of black leather handcuffs.
"Whoa," he remarked excitedly. "You're gonna handcuff me, Miss Jenna?"
"No, no. It's Mistress today. And you're not going to say a single thing about what I'm going to do to you. Or face the punishment." He wiggled excitedly as I pulled his wrists behind his back, securing the handcuffs. "Good boy."
He stared up at me and I put on a little show for him, tugging at my bra straps and swaying my hips. His cock began to swell.
"Are you already getting horny for me, little one? I expected you might." I took something else out of my bag. A crop.
"I'm going to set this aside in case you even think of disobeying me. Isn't that fun?"
He nodded and gawked at my body as if seeing it for the first time.
"Naughty boys like you often receive punishment. It's my understanding that you've been a bad boy lately, is that correct?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Can you tell me how you've been naughty?" I grabbed the crop and slapped it in my hand a few times, raising an eyebrow.
"I got hard, Mistress, but only because you made me." He hung his head down, so I used the crop to lift his chin up. We locked eyes.
"Mistress didn't make you do that. You just couldn't control your cock. That does seem to be a problem, doesn't it?" With that, I raised the crop and smacked him in the back with it.
"Ouch!" he cried out.
"No whining during lashings, little one. Come on now, be a big boy for me." I hit him again with the crop, once on each thigh.
"That's a good boy," I said finally. He had a major erection now. I stood in front of him again.
"Now, little naughty boys like you often watch porn to relieve themselves, am I right?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"How shameful - looking to strangers on the Internet to get your release. But, since I am here with you, I found a porn for us to watch together! What do you think of that?" I asked as more of a rhetorical question as I took my phone out of my bag.
"That sounds great, Mistress. May I ask what kind of porn it is?"
"Certainly one you would enjoy. At least I would hope so," I laughed, opening up the video. I held it in front of his face and stood in front of him so I could get a perfect view of his reaction. Pressing play, I heard the rustling in the video from raising my camera to the window. Mr. Davis watched while I waited for his reaction.
"Wait, that's--" His eyes widened just as the shot of him fucking Tamara came on the screen. "What? How did you-- Why--"
"Didn't think I'd ever catch you, did you, you little fucker?" I threw my phone to the side.
"I can explain! It was only that one--"
"How can I trust you? How do I know there aren't any other sluts you're fucking? So, how did you do it, huh? Suggest a threesome so you could get a free pass and then totally take advantage of it? I want to know right now and you better be able to form coherent sentences about it."
He looked absolutely broken. I relished it. I sat down on the couch facing him and set the crop aside. For now.
"I honestly haven't fucked Tamara alone until just yesterday. I swear it! Hell, I haven't even had sex for a year until you came along. Tamara came into my room that one day when you were there but never before that. When I suggested the threesome thing, I hoped maybe you would pick Tamara since I knew you guys were friends and I honestly do think she's hot."
"Fair enough, I can agree with that. Continue."
"She was so good at sucking me off on Friday and when you were walking out the door that day, I took her number out of the trash, just in case-- in case--"
"In case I wasn't good enough for you?"
He hesitated. "No, in case my feelings for you got stronger and I was going to use her to forget about what I felt for you. I know, we've just been hooking up but I began to have feelings and it really scared me." He looked up at me for a response.
"That's a load of bullshit."
"You felt it too, I know you still do. And when we kissed--"
"Why did you even kiss me? That's just--"
"Well, why would you let me?" he replied. I didn't know what to say for a second.
"Because I had feelings for you too, until I saw you fucking some other slut!"
"I can't make excuses, Babydoll--"
"Don't call me that."
He winced and his eyes started to look glossy. "I can't make excuses, because I know I shouldn't have done it. Partly to get over you and partly because, I mean, I did like the way you guys fucked and I wanted to fuck her too."
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"How do I know there's no one else and that you won't do it again?" I moved off the couch and sat down in front of him on the floor.
"Can you, um, uncuff me first?"
I wasn't going to, but I did. I let him get dressed and I put my jacket back on. We sat down on the couch together.
He did seem sincere. I didn't even know what to do now and couldn't have pictured it turning out this way.
"So," I began. "What now?" I laughed nervously. He took my hand.
"I can promise you there's no one else, you can even go through my phone if you want."
"Okay, hand it over."
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes. I want to see what you were saying to Tamara."
He handed me the phone and I scrolled through his messages on everything. Snapchat. Twitter. Instagram. And finally, his text messages. It felt wrong, but I just had to be sure. Sure enough, all I saw were conversations with "Babydoll," which I confirmed were mine, and one number that was unsaved.
"Is this her?" I asked. He nodded and I scrolled to the top. The first message was sent from his phone on Friday at 6pm.
D: Hey, it's you know who. I'm interested in meeting up. To clarify, I'm already involved with someone else but need some time to think about things... a distraction. How about tomorrow at school?
T: Fine with me. How about 10am?
D: Okay. Just to fuck this once and nothing else, got it?
T: Yeah, I've got it. See you.
And that was it.
"Darren, why would you risk all that just for one fuck?"
"I wanted to see if I could get over you. And I didn't."
"She didn't fuck as good as you thought?"
"Well, sure she did. But it didn't feel like how it felt with you."
I didn't feel like I could be mad anymore. Maybe he could be exaggerating a bit but the truth was there in the messages. He seemed really sincere and I noticed the tears in his eyes.
"Is that why you invited me over today? To fuck?"
"No, actually, I was going to ask you something."
"Oh?"
He reached behind the couch and pulled out a small bag. My expression changed from confusion to surprise. I opened it slowly. There was a small, pink teddy bear inside holding a note that said, "Will you be my girlfriend? My official Babydoll?" I started to cry.
"Is it too soon?" He put his hand on my shoulder. "Oh, I guess I shouldn't have--"
"Yes! Yes, Darren, I will!" He went in for a hug but I grabbed his face and kissed him.
"There is something else, though."
"What is it?"
"I don't want us to be a secret. I really care about you and feel like you deserve to be shown off to important people in my life."
"I think that's a great idea. My mom might be a bit upset about the age gap thing, but she'll get over it. We're in this together."
He smiled and nodded, taking my hand again. "Together, Babydoll."
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