Thorn
I can’t stop thinking about you.
The sentence burns itself into my brain.
So the little vixen has decided to be brave.
The question is, how brave?
I smile at my phone before I type back a message of my own.
I’d love to see you again, Lily. Dinner tonight?
A message comes back only two minutes later.
I get home from work by seven. Is that too late?
Oh, sweet Lily. You have so much to learn.
Words can’t express how excited I am that she decided to reach out and message me. At this point, I didn’t think she was going to call or text. It’s been several days and in my experience, once people go back to work after the weekend, they tend to slip back into the reality of their daily lives. Once you’re sitting at your job, it’s easy to brush away the magic you experienced over the weekend.
It’s easy to convince yourself you imagined things were more special than they really were. Lily isn’t doing that, though. Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind she spent the last several days thinking about the moments we shared together at Anchored.
Did she touch herself thinking about me?
Did she yearn for me?
Did she dream of me?
Talking with Casey shouldn’t have gotten me excited, but it did. Explaining BDSM to her made me all the more excited to teach Lily. I glance at the clock: only a few more hours to go.
Lily and I text for a few minutes and she sends me her address so I can pick her up for dinner. I know the perfect place to take her. She’ll love it.
I just wish my cock wasn’t so hard thinking about her. The way she came apart under my hands was incredible, fantastic. I’m already hungry for more. I’m already anxious and ready to touch her again, to play with her again.
I’m already aching to bury myself deep inside of her.
**
Lily lives on a quiet suburban street. We decided to meet at eight so she could have time to get ready after work. When I pull into the driveway at 7:55, she comes outside to meet me.
“Hey,” I say, stepping out of the car. “I’m supposed to come to the door and pick you up, romantic-style.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You want to meet my dad, too?”
“Do you live with your dad?”
“No.”
“Then, no, I don’t want to meet him. Not tonight. Let me look at you, gorgeous.” I motion for her to spin in a circle and Lily smiles, but does what I ask. She’s wearing a simple red dress with black flats, but she looks beautiful. Her outfit is perfect for a night on the town or a night in bed. It could go either way.
“Well?” She asks nervously. “What do you think?”
“I think you look beautiful.”
“You look quite nice yourself,” she smiles and steps forward, coming to give me a hug. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead.
“I’m glad you texted me,” I tell her.
“Me too.”
Suddenly, I hear a screech and peer behind Lily at her front window. There’s a little ball of fur squeezed between her blinds and the glass panes of the window.
“Don’t mind Owl,” she says. “He doesn’t like when I go out with boys.”
“Owl?”
“My kitten.”
Lily turns and waves at the little cat, who appears to be growling and hissing. At me? Is he mad at me?
“Come on, now,” I say to Owl. “I’m not going to hurt her.”
Lily looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“Much,” I add, and she blushes. “Don’t worry,” I whisper into her ear, pressing my lips against her. “I won’t do anything you aren’t begging me to do.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Of course.”
Lily shivers, but it’s not from the cold. It’s a perfectly lovely evening. No, she’s nervous because we’re both very aware that outside of the club, anything could happen. We aren’t on a time limit. We aren’t on a drinking limit. We have the night and we have each other.
“Shall we go?” I ask, and she nods. I open the car door for her and help her inside, catching a glimpse of creamy white thigh as she settles in. Lily glances up at me, checking to see if I noticed, and I smile. Pressing my hand on her leg, I lean in and whisper, “I hope to see more than just your thighs tonight, darling.”
She blushes and swallows hard, and I close the door and walk over to my side. Once we’re on the road, Lily seems to relax a little bit.
“So how long have you worked as a web designer?” She asks.
“I’m actually primarily the content editor,” I tell her. “I do work with the designers occasionally and I’m experienced in graphic design, but most of what I do is related to writing.”
“Do you like your job? It sounds like it must be either really interesting or terribly boring.”
“For the most part, it’s pretty fun. I have a lot of fantastic clients and my team members all work really hard. What about you? How was work this week?”
“Something happened today, and I think I have you to blame for it.”
“Oh?”
“That came out wrong. I mean I have you to thank for it. I don’t know. It’s just that ever since we…you know…on Saturday,” she says, but I cut her off.
“Lily, if we’re going to be spending time together, whether that means dating or just playing at the club, then there’s something you need to know about me. I don’t do guessing games. So, no, I don’t know what you mean about Saturday. Please tell me, and please be specific.”
“When you fingered me at the bar,” she says.
“Thank you, beautiful. Yes, I remember playing with your soft pussy at the bar. What does that have to do with your job?”
“I’m not very outgoing,” she says. “You saw Owl. I’m kind of a total cat lady.”
I chuckle. “Somehow, I find that difficult to believe.”
“Well, believe it. I’ve been having a hard time dealing with a lot of things at work. My boss is just really overbearing and, to be honest, kind of bossy. Today, though, I was thinking about you and the club and the way you made me feel.”
“And how did I make you feel?”
“Bold. Sassy. Strong. I thought about those feelings, and I tried to harness them, and I stood up for myself,” Lily turns to me and smiles. “It doesn’t sound like much, but to me, it was everything.”
“I’m proud of you. Standing up for yourself is never easy, especially when it’s in a workplace setting.”
“Thanks. I still don’t think I’m submissive, but trusting you at the bar felt nice. I felt like I was safe to be a little wild, and you were right there with me. You were taking care of me, and I knew that no matter what happened, everything was going to be okay.”
“That’s what BDSM is all about, Lily. It’s about trust. It’s about taking care of each other.”
“I liked it more than I should have, Thorn. I liked it a lot. Too much.” She looks out the window, and I reach for her hand and give her a comforting squeeze. It’s going to be a good night, and we have a lot to talk about, but first, I’m going to push her a little bit.
“Do you want to play a game?”
“What kind of game?” She looks at me suspiciously.
“A fun kind.”
“All right.”
“Pull your skirt up.”
She looks around, as if to silently remind me we’re in the car.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“We’re in the car.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“What if someone sees?”
“Do you trust me?”
“What?”
“Lily, do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then pull your skirt up.”
She hesitates just another minute, and then she pulls her skirt up to her waist. Now it’s my turn to be shocked. She’s not wearing panties, and she’s got a huge smirk on her face.
“No panties?”
“I thought you might want to play some games tonight,” Lily smiles. “So I can prepared. Surprised?”
“Oh, sweetie, I should spank that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Spank my pussy?” She squeaks out, and suddenly, the little kitten doesn’t seem so brave.
“We have all night, darling. Now start rubbing that clit. We’re almost to the restaurant.”