I couldn’t get Jordan back to my place fast enough. After grabbing a pepperoni pie from the pizzeria down the block from my building, we were finally walking out of the elevator into my apartment.

“I’ve got wine in the kitchen. Red or white?” I asked, slipping my shoes off. It wasn’t the first time Jordan had been to my place, but it felt like it was because of how nervous I was to have her there. I was so thankful I’d had the maid come while I was in Boston—I would have been so embarrassed if Jordan had seen the pigsty my place usually was.

“Surprise me,” she said, setting the pizza box down on the table.

I quickly poured us two glasses of zinfandel and joined her again. “Why don’t we eat this in bed and find a good movie to watch?”

“Yes!” She grabbed the food and a couple of napkins. “Best first date ever!”

“I’m really glad you think so.”

Jordan kicked off her heels and jumped into my plush king-sized bed. Right then all of my apprehension flew out the window. We were the same two friends we always had been, but now we were just kicking our relationship up a notch. I felt silly for how much I had let myself overthink the situation. It was turning out to be absolutely amazing, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it because I was worrying.

We settled on watching A Walk to Remember, and it was so adorable how Jordan knew all the words. She even started laughing before the funny parts even happened. It would never have been my first choice in movies, but when her face lit the fuck up as I scrolled passed it, there was no way I wasn’t going to put it on. I wasn’t really interested in watching the movie anyway—I wanted to watch her.

Jordan caught me staring at her. “What?” She narrowed her gaze at me.

“I’m just admiring you.”

She bounced closer to me, grabbing another slice. “Admiring my fat ass devouring this pizza.”

“If you ever call yourself fat again in my presence, I will punish you.” My mind tripped to the thought of spanking her little bratty ass, making my dick twitch a little.

“Is that so?” she teased, biting her lip.

“A spanking a day keeps the brattiness away.” I winked at her, grabbing the top of her thigh. “I like you, little girl.”

“Oh yeah? How much?” she asked with pizza still rolling around in her mouth.

I grabbed the slice from her hand, tossed it back into the box, and threw the entire thing onto the floor. I let my fingers weave into her short, dark hair while I growled in her ear. “How about I show you.”

She relaxed her shoulders, letting me drag her to the end of the bed.

“You’re going to be a good girl and let Daddy have his way with you, okay?”

She nodded.

“I need to hear you say it, baby girl.”

“You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

Hearing her call me that sent me into overdrive. I yanked her dress up over her head then tossed it onto the armchair in the corner of my room.

She lay still on my bed in her black thong and matching lace bra, and I loved the sporadic ink that decorated her porcelain skin. She was the sheer picture of perfection to me, and I couldn’t believe she was lying in my bed.

“I want you,” she whispered, her fingertip gliding over my chest as she started to play with the buttons on my dress shirt.

“You’ll have me, babe. Let me take my time with you. I want to see you drip.” I moved her hand away from the top button. “I don’t want you to do anything. I’ll take care of this.”

I slowly undressed, never letting my eyes drift from her, and I could see the anticipation building as she chewed on her lower lip.

In only my boxers, I crawled on top of her, not letting any of my weight lean on her tiny body. “What are your limits, babe?”

Her eyes locked on mine. “No knives, no hitting.”

“Choking, toys, spanking, biting? All of those alright?”

Her lips pulled together in a small smirk. “Mmmhmmm. All of those sound amazing.”

“What about blindfolds and handcuffs?” I asked before kissing the nape of her neck.

“Yes please, Daddy,” she begged.

“What about birth control?” I felt weird asking, but it was the responsible thing to do.

She propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. “I’m on the pill.”

“Perfect. I just needed to check.” I hopped off my bed to grab a silk tie and a pair of handcuffs from my closet. “Close your eyes,” I commanded.

She did as she was told and I placed the tie over her eyes, tying it as a blindfold. Pulling her hands onto her stomach, I clicked the cuffs around her dainty wrists. The sight of her in her underwear, bound on my bed, was one I never wanted to forget. I had an overwhelming urge to snap a quick picture, but I didn’t want to be that guy. Jordan meant too much to me to be treated like that—at least not without discussing it first.

I let my index finger glide over her black lace panties, feeling how soaked they already were. “Are you excited, little girl?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I can feel that. Where is your bag?” I asked, remembering that little black silk bag of hers.

“By the front door.”

I rushed through my apartment to retrieve her toy. I discarded my boxers before getting back down between Jordan’s legs. Pulling the little bullet out of its sheath, I let the vibrator gently roll over the thin fabric of her panties.

“Oh, Will.” She cooed as her back arched a bit.

Taking the delicate fabric into my teeth, I pulled them down to her knees. Kissing all the way back up her thigh, I could feel her knees already starting to shake. I set the vibrator to the side. It was time for me to play.

Slowly, I lightly licked her sweet wetness, and a little moan cheered me on as her fingers rolled through my hair. Flattening my tongue, I traced over her sensitive skin and dug my fingers into her thighs as her legs wrapped a little tighter around my head. She was dripping with desire and I drank her nectar in, getting drunk off her passion.

With two fingers, I explored her, never letting my tongue disconnect from her clit. Teasing her, I could feel I had her right on the edge.

“Do you want to come, little girl?”

She cried out, “Yes Daddy!”

“You have to ask before you’re allowed to. That’s a rule.”

“May I come, Daddy? Please?”

I kissed her softly. “Not yet. You’re going to come on my dick. I need to feel it for the first time.”

I pulled on her bound wrists, helping guide her to the edge of the bed. I stood at the foot, letting her legs dangle over the side. Spreading her legs apart, I grabbed her wrists with one hand and used my other to tease her soaked opening with the head of my dick.

I thrust hard into her, as deep as I could go. She gasped, arching her back.

“Take that cock like a good girl,” I snarled.

“It feels amazing, Daddy.”

I could feel her walls collapsing on me as she groaned. “Come for me, Jordan.” I whispered the demand. She cried out with passion and I felt the ecstasy as her pussy tightened around my dick.

Her tits bounced under the thin fabric of her lace as I fucked her faster and faster. The gorgeous sight of her enjoying my dick overwhelmed me and before I knew it, I was fighting the urge to come.

Her cooing my name was my undoing. I quickly pulled out of her and let hot come shower her stomach and milky breasts.

She moaned, “I’m so close, Daddy. Please, let me come again.”

I dropped to my knees, using my tongue to work her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked against my face as she rode out her climax, her legs trembling under me as she screamed out with pleasure.

“You’re amazing.” She breathed heavily, letting her head fall to the side.

“I think you’re the amazing one in this room, babe.”

I quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned her up before releasing her hands and undoing the tie.

“Can I take a shower?” she asked, sitting up a bit.

“Of course.” I grabbed her hand, walked her into my sprawling master bathroom, and smiled when her jaw hung open. “Yeah, it’s pretty amazing.” I turned on the rain showerhead and the three body jets that were the perfect height for her. “Do you like super hot showers?”

“Burn my skin, baby,” she teased.

“I’ll leave you to it. All the soap is pretty manly stuff, I hope you don’t mind.”

She shook her head. “I won’t be long.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Take all the time you want. It is a wonderful shower.”

Will’s shower was nothing short of shockingly amazing. After he left me to bathe in peace, I let myself enjoy the warm jets. There was even a seat in the perfect spot. Amazing sex followed by an incredible shower—was there anything better?

Even though I didn’t want to leave the steam-filled awesomeness, the idea of Crosby still naked in his bed won out.

I quickly toweled off, doing my best to dry my hair as much as possible. I made sure to fix the raccoon-looking makeup that had smudged around my eyes.

Walking into Will’s room, I was struck by how adorable he was. Sitting on his bed with the covers pulled up over his lap, he sat chewing on some crust and watching the ending of my favorite movie. My eyes welled up with tears as the final speech came on.

“Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything, about life, hope, and the long journey ahead. I’ll always miss her, but our love is like the wind: I can’t see it, but I can feel it."

“Oh Landon.” I clutched my hand to my chest as Will’s wide eyes met mine.

“It was on and I was too lazy to change the channel,” he muttered, wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin. “Do you want a shirt to sleep in?”

“Yeah, sure it was. Admit it, you liked the movie. And yes, a shirt would be nice.”

He shrugged. “For a mushy chick flick, it wasn’t half bad.”

Crosby grabbed a t-shirt from a drawer and handed it to me. “Do you need anything? Water?”

I hopped into bed. “Just you.”

He climbed in after me, pulling me into his strong tattooed arms. “So, I think tonight was a success.” He kissed the top of my head.

“I couldn’t agree with you more.”

* * *

Thunder rolled outside the window as I wrapped the blanket a little tighter around me. I rolled over to find that Will wasn’t in bed next to me so I sat up, looking around the master bedroom. As I yawned and rubbed my eyes, he came back into the room.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiled, looking drop-dead gorgeous standing in his doorway wearing nothing but boxers.

“Morning,” I cooed.

“Let’s have our coffee out on the balcony.” Crosby scooped me up into his arms and carried me through his large apartment, not setting me down until he was outside next to two cushion-covered chairs.

I took a deep breath in. “I love that smell.”

“Petrichor,” he stated before walking back in to grab two steaming mugs filled with hazelnut goodness.

“What’s that?” I questioned as he took the seat next to me.

He patted his lap and I happily climbed into his embrace. Pulling me to his chest, he whispered into my ear. “Petrichor is the distinct scent of rain in the air—or, to be more precise, it’s the name of an oil that’s released from the earth into the air before rain begins to fall.”

“Fuck, I love when you talk nerdy to me. Do it again.” I nuzzled the nape of his neck before he kissed my forehead.

“Ummm let’s see.” He tapped his foot for a second while racking his brain for another fun fact. “Do you know where we get the term in a nutshell?”

I shook my head. “Do tell.”

“The ancient Roman encyclopaedist Pliny the Elder claimed that a copy of Homer’s The Iliad existed that was small enough to fit inside a walnut shell. Almost two thousand years later, the Bishop of Avranches tested Pliny’s theory by writing out the entire thing in tiny handwriting on a walnut-sized piece of paper and lo and behold, he was able to do it.”

“You’re killing me! Where do you get this stuff?”

He pulled me closer to him. “I told you babe, I read a lot.”

“You’re perfect,” I whispered.

“I’ve honestly always had a crush on you. I just want you to know that I will always give you my respect and will cater to your needs and wants. You don’t deserve anything less, princess.”

“Princess—I could get used to hearing that.”

“And I could get used to saying it.”

As we sat there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I felt so much. I was scared, nervous, excited, lustful, eager – all rolled into me being the happiest I had been in as long as I could remember. The best part was, it was only the beginning.