Luck was with me that night. When I got home, the staff was gone and my family was either in bed or not home. Which means I was able to slip back into my room without anyone even noticing that I was gone.

That’s the best part of being the youngest daughter in a family that clearly doesn’t value women. They don’t notice when I’m there, and apparently they don’t notice when I’m gone either.

I collapse in my bed, feeling so good and excited. The night had melted by and it was an incredible success, or at least I thought so. I was scared as hell to tell Gavin about being a virgin, but he didn’t seem to mind.

That intrigues me even more, if I’m honest. I assumed that a man with his reputation would want a woman with more experience, not some dopey virgin like me. But apparently that didn’t change his mind one bit, and if anything, he seemed even more excited after I told him than before.

He seems to actually want me for me, not for my money or my family. And he’s clearly willing to let me come into his world, or at least as much as I want to. I met his best friend, drank in a bar he frequents, and heard some pretty funny childhood stories.

Those stories painted a picture of a man much more complex than he lets on. His reputation suggests that he’s a relatively simple man who lives for pleasures, but that’s clearly not true. He’s smart and has real hobbies, like collecting old cars and stereo equipment. He has friends that go back years with stories about him from when he was a kid. That’s such a big deal, since it means that he’s capable of keeping a relationship alive for a long period of time.

So few friendships survive through life, and the ones that do are special and important. After all of my friends left for college, and so many of them just stopped contacting me entirely, I can see how special it is that he’s kept a friend from high school for so long. People are fickle, but loyalty is attractive and something I want from a man.

I fall asleep thinking about the way he kissed me on the street. Nobody has ever kissed me like that before, or even treated me like that. I’ve always been seen as this rich little girl, this special flower that can’t be disturbed too much. I’ve always been treated so gently, and sometimes with a little fear, because people are worried about my family.

It’s different with Gavin. He doesn’t care about my family. In fact, he wants me despite them, and that’s so attractive it’s hard to explain.

The next morning, things seem fine. I stop in the dining room to grab a quick breakfast, and nobody looks at me twice. As far as my family can tell, I’ve been a good, obedient daughter. They probably don’t know that I snuck out last night.

That excites me more than I thought it would. I retreat back to my room, grab a shower, and think about the implications.

Last time, I got caught because I asked permission to go for a walk. When I didn’t come back, my father must have sent Reginald out to get me. I don’t know how he tracked me down, but he did. This time though, I just left the apartment without saying a word, keeping my door shut. Everyone probably assumed I was holed up in my closet, reading a book or something. That’s not a bad assumption to make, or at least it wasn’t.

But I can use that. I can sneak out of here whenever I want. I’m practically invisible to them, and for the first time in my life, that seems like a good thing.

I get back to my room after showering and sit down on my bed pretzel-style. Still wrapped in my towel, I grab my phone and my laptop.

I’m surprised when I see a text on my phone. It’s from Gavin.

“I keep thinking about last night,” he says.

I smile to myself and type back. “Me too. I really had a lot of fun.”

He responds immediately. “Do you still have that gift I sent you?”

I bite my lip as a thrill runs through me. “Yes,” I send back.

“Good. Go get it.”

I stare at the screen for a second, and suddenly I’m nervous. But I do as he asks me. I go into my closet and fish the vibrator out from where I had stashed it.

“Okay,” I type back. “I have it. Now what?”

“Last night, you told me something,” he writes. “You said that you’re a virgin. And I think you were nervous about it.”

“I was,” I send back. “I thought you wanted someone with more experience.”

“I don’t care about that,” he replies. “But I’m going to teach you, Sadie. You may not have experience now, but you will soon.”

I bite my lip, excitement running through my body, and I glance down at the vibrator. I feel a little intimidated, but excitement floods my body at the thought of his hands on my skin. I quickly get up, still wrapped in only a towel, and I head over to my bedroom door. I make sure it’s locked before getting back into bed.

“How are you going to teach me?” I ask him.

“Skype me. .”

I stare at his message, heart hammering in my chest, and I know what he wants. I’m nervous, maybe even a little afraid, but I can’t help myself. I quickly get up, dropping the towel, and grab a plain white t-shirt, a little see-through, and a pair of cute panties. When I’m slightly dressed, I hesitate before pulling on a pair of long knee-high socks. I finally fix my hair in the mirror, pulling it into a braid, despite it being wet.

Finally, I grab my laptop and the vibrator and head into my closet. I shut the door and turn on the light before settling into my little nook. I put the laptop down, open the lid, and bring up Skype.

I’m nervous when I type in his email and start the call, but he answers right away. Gavin’s handsome face appears on the screen, smiling at me, a little morning stubble along his chin.

“It’s good to see you,” he says.

I smile. “Yeah, you too. Nice apartment.”

He grins at me. “Nice… closet?” He cocks his head a little bit.

I laugh and pick up the laptop, showing him the space. “Yep, it’s a closet. It’s a little more… comfortable than my room.”

“Looks cozy.”

“Where are you?” I ask him.

“In my living room.” He picks up his laptop and shows me his place. I got a quick view of a large wall that’s all windows and overlooks the city. I see the kitchen, which is all spacious and modern, before coming back to him. His apartment is nicely decorated though simple, which doesn’t surprise me. I bet he had someone come in and set it up for him, and hasn’t changed a thing since.

He’s shirtless, and I’m surprised to catch some tattoos on his skin. He watches me with amusement for a second.

“Nice,” I say.

“You’ll see it for real soon. If you want.”

I nod quickly. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

I feel really nervous, I realize, way more nervous than when we went out together.

“Do you know why we’re Skyping right now?” he asks me softly.

I nod slowly. “I think so.”

“Tell me why.”

“You want to teach me.”

“That’s right.” He smirks at me. “And I want to watch. Make sure you’re doing exactly what I tell you.”

“Okay,” I say, leaning back. “What do you want me to do?”

“First, close your eyes.” He waits a second. “Go ahead, really close them.”

I smile and close them. “Okay,” I say.

“I want you to picture us together, alone, maybe alone in this little spot of yours. You’re dressed the way you are right now, and you look so fucking sexy. I can barely keep my hands off you.”

“What are we doing here?” I ask him softly, already feeling the excitement.

“Hiding,” he says. “We’re hiding from your family. But not in a bad way. You took me into your closet because you wanted privacy.” He pauses for a second and I let that sink in, amplifying my desire.

“Imagine the way I kiss you,” he continues. “Imagine me pressing you against that wall, taking your wrists and pinning them up against the wall. Imagine my lips lingering along your skin as I press you there, holding you tight, kissing you, slowly moving my palms down the length of your curves. How do you feel?”

“Excited,” I whisper, seeing it in my mind. I’m dripping wet, but I can’t tell him that. I can’t actually say those words. It’s too dirty.

“Good,” he says. “I kiss your lips and your neck before my hands move down to your breasts, teasing them, teasing your nipples. One hand remains on your breast while the other slowly sinks down to your panties.”

I bite my lip, breathing faster and deeper as he speaks. I can practically feel the graze of his rough fingers over my soft skin as he speaks to me in his deep and sexy voice.

“Now, Sadie, I want you to take your hand and do what I’d do.”

I open my eyes, a little surprised. “You what?”

“Close your eyes,” he chides. “Go ahead. Close them.”

I bite my lip and do as he says.

“Now, take your right hand and slide it down the front of your panties.” He pauses and for a second, I’m not sure if I can do it.

But the image in my mind of his fingers down between my legs pushes me onwards. I do as he says, slowly sliding my hand down the front of my panties.

“You’re dripping wet,” he says. I let out a soft, surprised moan. “I knew it,” he continues. “I knew you’d be soaked. You’re so desperate for my touch, you absolutely crave it, and you’re finally getting it. Now, slowly and gently, rub that nice little clit of yours.”

I do as he says. I’ve gotten myself off before in the past, so I know what I like, but I’ve never, ever, ever touched myself in front of someone else. I’ve never done anything like this. And it’s so fucking exciting. Instantly pleasure rolls through me and I keep my eyes shut tight, afraid that if I open them, I’ll get too nervous.

“My fingers down between your legs,” he says, almost a whisper, chills running down my spine. “I kiss your neck and bite your lower lip as I rub your clit in circles. Over and over, softly then harder, responding to your every moan and move.”

I touch myself as he speaks, seeing this in my mind. I can feel his hard body against mine, his muscles tough and intense as I touch myself. I can hardly believe that I’m doing this, but it’s way too exciting to stop.

And it feels good. I can’t deny that. It feels so damn good.

“I slide my fingers down to your pussy and press them slowly inside of you. God damn girl, you’re so fucking tight, and I love how warm and slick you are. My cock is so hard as I kiss you, my tongue in your mouth, my fingers deep inside of your pussy.”

I do as he says, pressing my fingers inside of myself. I can’t believe how good it feels. My fingers are smaller than his, so I can only imagine what that would be like. And his cock is bigger than either of our fingers. He’ll tear me to pieces when I let him fuck me, and as I sink my fingers deep inside of myself while he speaks to me, I can’t wait for it.

Moans escape my lips as he watches. I fuck myself with my fingers, slowly at first.

“Not too fast,” he whispers. “I want to make this last. I press them deep in and out, teasing you, before pulling them back and working your clit again.”

I follow his directions, word for word, feeling myself.

“That’s right. I roll back and press them inside, good girl, just like that.”

“Oh shit, Gavin,” I whisper. Pleasure floods through me. I know he’s watching me, actually watching me touch myself. It’s so dirty that I’m doing it for him. I thought I wouldn’t be able to do something like this, like my nerves would stop me.

But as soon as he started talking to me, and I actually touched my body to his voice, my nerves instantly dissolved. I don’t feel self-conscious anymore as I run my fingers inside of myself, fucking my own pussy while Gavin watches me.

I can’t believe how good it feels. I’ve touched myself before, of course, but never like this, never with a man talking to me and watching. That just makes it so much hotter. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this for him, but pleasure rocks through me and I know I can’t stop.

“God damn, girl,” Gavin says. “Do you know how sexy you are, moaning like that? You like my fingers deep in that wet little cunt, don’t you?”

I gasp a little. He’s so dirty. “Gavin,” I moan. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” He smirks at me. “You mean, don’t say cunt? I think you like it. You want me to be dirty. You’ve been too good for too long, now it’s time to be bad for your Daddy.”

I groan, fingers rubbing myself faster.

“Take off your panties,” he says. “Now. I want to see that dripping wet pussy.”

I obey him, sliding them off. I spread my legs, even though I’m a little self-conscious.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “You’re goddamn perfect. I want to tongue that little pussy until you scream. Pick up that vibrator.”

I do as he commands, heart hammering. “I’ve never used one of these before.”

He smirks a little bit. “Good. You’re in for a treat. Turn it on.”

I hit the button and it starts to vibrate. I giggle a little bit.

“It’s funny, but you’ll like it,” he says. “Close your eyes now.”

I do as I’m told, leaning back and settling in again.

“Now, take the vibrator, and gently roll it along your clit. Gently at first.”

I do it, and gasp as pleasure floods me. “Holy shit,” I say.

“Imagine that’s my tongue and lips, sucking your clit while my fingers fuck you,” he says, his voice deep and sure of itself.

I moan, head tossed back as I work myself with the vibrator.

“Just as you get close, I’ll grab your hips and turn you around, spread your legs wide. You want to spread wide for me?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, and desire floods through me.

“That’s a good girl. Now work that pussy. I’m going to spread those legs wide and slide my thick cock deep inside of you. I don’t think you can handle it at first, but we’ll work you nice and slow, get you good and wet.”

I roll the vibrator along my clit then slide it down to press inside of myself. It feels so good as I roll it up and down my pussy, inside and back to my clit. I can hear his voice but it’s getting lost in the pleasure as I get nearer and nearer to an orgasm. I can feel it building inside of me. The vibrator is almost too intense.

“When you’re ready, I’ll fuck you deep and hard. I can fill your little pussy up to the brim, stretch you out, rip you apart. I’ll fuck you rough and slap your ass, make it hurt a little bit, make you beg for it.”

I’m so wet, so dripping wet, and I need him. I need Gavin so badly I can barely think. The vibrator feels good, but I want his hands, his mouth, his skin against me. I can’t stop though, not with his voice pushing me further.

“I’ll pull that hair and fuck your cunt deep and hard. Do you want to come on Daddy’s big fat cock?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I moan. “God, I want to come.”

“Go ahead,” he says, low and sultry. “Go ahead and come for Daddy.”

“Oh fuck,” I groan, and I know I can’t stop myself.

The vibrator pushes me over the edge as I come nice and hard. Gavin watches, but I don’t care about that. In fact, as soon as I start to come, I open my eyes and look at him. I want to watch him watching me. I like that I’m seen, I like that this is so dirty. It’s filthy and dirty and god it feels good, so fucking good. I shouldn’t be doing this but that only makes me want it more.

I come hard while Gavin watches. He smiles at me as I slowly finish. I turn off the vibrator, the intensity too much for me, and set it aside.

“Good,” he says. “Very good.”

“I need to see you,” I say, panting, buzzing with pleasure.

He smiles at me. “I know you do.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow,” he says. “Same time, same place?”

I nod my head. “Yes, please.”

“Good. Practice with that before you see me tomorrow. I want you ready.”

“I will be.” I pause, before adding, “Daddy.”

He grunts his approval. “Go get some rest,” he says. “I’m going to make you feel good tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait,” I say softly.

“Talk later?”

“Sure.” I blow him a kiss.

He grins and then disconnects. I watch the screen for a second before collapsing back against the pillow, hugging my knees up to my chest.

I can’t believe that just happened. I just got myself off on camera in front of Gavin while he talked to me. I guess that was like long distance sex or something. It was dirty and he has such a filthy mouth, but I really, really liked it.

I want more, actually. I want a lot more. I want him to do everything he said he’d do and more. I want to feel his big cock between my legs and let him lick my pussy until I scream.

I need him to teach me. He’s my Daddy and I need him to make me feel good.