Sexting

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*

Myla

With the weekend fast approaching and my daytime job almost over, I find myself lounging out back at Travis' house while we go over the history lesson I assigned him this week. With it being Friday, today's the last time I'll see him until Monday, so I always check his work, go over his grades, and give him a goal for the weekend. The sun beats down on my shoulders, tanning what's already bronze, and making me sweat just a little bit.

"Are we almost done, Myla?"

For a sixteen-year-old kid, Travis acts a lot older, and he's not as immature as boys or kids his age in general, especially the ones I tutor.

"Yes, Trav, we are. Give me about fifteen more minutes of your time and then I'll be out of your hair, kiddo."

"Fine, but my dad will be off work early today, so I wanna be finished by the time he gets home."

"We will be."

I assure him, although not really knowing the truth. He smiles before going back to his work, focusing hard while I lay out in the sun and think about Deacon. Yeah, we've been talking all week here and there, every day so far. From the little I've gathered about him, he seems extremely interesting and like he's the type of man who knows what he wants and how to fucking get it. This also keeps me wondering why he's on a dating app in the first place. But hey, who am I to judge? I'm on the same fucking app, looking for love because I'm too pathetic to go out and look for it the natural way. I just don't have the damn time, to be honest. I scroll through my phone, chewing on the tip of my pen as I come across Deacon's messages, noticing I have a new one waiting for me. Eagerly, I click on it and begin to read the message as butterflies swarm inside my stomach, and a smile spreads across my glossy lips.

"Well, good morning, Myla. I hope this message finds you sooner than later because I have a question I wanted to ask you. Now, before I ask it I don't want you to feel pressured about saying yes. I know we haven't spoken too much or for long, but there's something about your cute fucking face, that I can't get out of my head. So, little one, my question is... Will you send me another picture of yourself so I can see how beautiful you are again?"

I laugh to myself and start to scroll through selfies I've already taken, but none of them seem good enough for me. Deciding to take a new one for him, I put my phone on camera mode and hold it in front of me.I purse my lips, giving a light, flirty smile to the camera and snap it quickly before Travis notices I'm over here taking selfies. When my picture is sent I put my phone down just as Travis walks up to me and hands me his finished paper.

"All done, buddy?"

"Yeah, pretty sure I aced that one, My."

"I don't doubt it. You're one of my best students, ya know. Your dad's a lucky guy to have such a brilliant, well-behaved kid."

"Try telling him that. He seems to be more focused on work than anything else. It's been like that ever since I can remember."

He sighs and shakes his head, trying to avoid my gaze as if he's embarrassed or something.

"You know he loves you, right?"

"I know, Myla, but would it kill him to show it? You know how he is, he's always working to take his mind off of the fact my mother left us."

I suck in a breath as my heart breaks for him.

"I've never met your dad in person, he contacted me through my ad I posted online. But, he does work hard, Trav, maybe a little too much. Why don't you tell him how you're feeling?"

He scoffs and sits down on the lawn chair beside me, kicking his feet up and laying his arms under his head. He closes his eyes and speaks softly.

"We're men, Myla; we don't do feelings, especially my fucking father."

I sigh, feeling sorry for him because I know exactly how the fuck he feels. My mother was always working to take care of me and my brother; we never saw her. Now that I moved away from Boston and out of her house, our relationship has improved tremendously. But I still don't feel that close bond with her that a daughter should have with her mother. Noticing the time, I quickly gather my things, needing to be home early today. I have work tonight and still need my nails done and get a waxing before I get on stage.

"Alright, Trav, I'm heading out. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning. okay?"

"Yeah, Myla, have a good weekend!"

"You too, kiddo! Try to take it easy on your dad, okay?"

He waves his hand dismissively at me as I walk past him to take the backyard exit, instead of going all through the house again. When I walk past the security gate, I see his father's black Jaguar in the driveway. I had no idea he was even home yet. Travis's father and I haven't met yet, and in all honesty, it doesn't sound like something I'd want to do. Definitely not with all the things Travis has told me about him. He sounds intimidating as fuck and mysterious, which scare me a little bit, all thanks to my ex.

Deacon

I do a quick scan of the fucking yard before walking into my house. It's fucking quiet and empty when I walk inside, home early from work which is unusual for me. I call for my son as I navigate through the empty fucking halls, but he doesn't answer. When I look out the into the backyard, I spot him out there with his home school teacher, who I hired to help school him while I'm working. I decided to homeschool Travis because of my job. Being a SWAT officer is a dangerous job and we tend to somehow make a lot of fucking enemies. When my wife was still around and Travis was only three, I had a fucking psycho break into my house and kidnap both of them. Luckily, my squad and I were able to locate them and save them, but not before she was fucking raped and beaten while our damn three-year-old had to fucking watch it happen. Travis is a good kid but he's pretty lonely. He has a few friends, but the only person he sees regularly, is his teacher Miss Harrington. I peek through the blinds in the sunroom that leads to the backyard, watching both of them converse before she walks away through the damn back gate. She's got a fucking cute little ass... those jeans are definitely showing off what's she's fucking working with. I mumble to myself as she disappears out of sight, adjusting my cock that's hardening in my fucking pants, making them tighter than they already are. I need to get the fuck out of this uniform badly. I think I'll be taking a trip to the club tonight. I need some kind of damn release, and not just from my own fucking hand.

When I walk away intending to head to my room to change, my phone that's on the island in the kitchen, catches my eye as it lights up and vibrates loudly. I forgot Carter sent a message to Myla, asking for a fucking picture. I'm fucking nervous about what he wrote to her and what she replied, if she replied at all. I might as well see what that fucker sent her. I grab my phone off the marble top and take it with me to my bedroom, shutting the fucking door behind me and locking it. I kick my boots off and tear at my uniform with force, just wanting to me out of it. Shit, it leaves me standing here in my fucking tight boxer briefs. I collapse on my bed and take a deep fucking breath like a pussy as I unlock my phone and click on the tinder logo, holding my breath in anticipation. Immediately a new picture of Myla appears in our message thread, bringing a mother fucking smile to my stone-like face. I stare at it for a while, long enough for it to make my fucking dick hard before scrolling up to find out what the fuck Carter wrote to her. I see he obviously asked for a picture, and when I see the time and that it was fucking twenty fucking minutes ago and I haven't responded. I don't want her thinking negative thought, so I fucking type out a damn reply, hoping she answers me.

"Well hey there, beautiful. Thank you for the picture, I fucking loved it. Sorry for the late reply, I just got home from work."

"It's okay lol just got off of job number one, and now getting ready for job number two lol."

"Busy woman, I fucking love that..."

"Busy man, I love that too."

I smile at her flirtatious reply and find myself typing shit I never would have dreamed on fucking saying, especially someone so fucking young.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Myla. I'm beginning to fucking think that you're too fucking good to be tru..."

"Oh, believe me, Deacon, I'm not lol what'll make you believe me?"

"I wanna fucking see you, little one. I'm already fucking tired of this damn texting shit."

"I think I wanna meet you too, Deacon..."

"Tell me when your fucking free."

"Hmm, let's see... I work tonight, but tomorrow night I'm off. Do you wanna meet for a drink?"

"Fuck, yeah I'd love to."

I feel like a completely different fucking version of myself- the version I keep secret, only for the bastard night to see. I can't help the dominant side that begins to poke it's head out as I think of what else to say to Myla. I start to be more aggressive with her, more and tell her what the fuck I really want. I need to see if she's gonna fucking be able to handle me when she fucking finds out who the fuck I really am.

"Tell me, Myla, what kinds of things are you into?"

"In the bedroom or out of it lol." She replies instantly.

Fuck, this girl knows how to fucking get me going already.

"Goddamnit, Myla lol in the fucking bedroom."

"Everything I fucking guess. Shit, I'm a wicked sexual person, Deacon. I'll always try anything at least once."

"Damn that's good to fucking know... I might have some things up my sleeve for you, little one; it depends on how our first fucking date goes."

"Ooh, I can't wait for it! Ya know, Deacon, tinder is mainly for hook-ups... how come you're not asking to just fuck right away? lol my other matches did lol"

"I've never used a fucking dating app or a hook-up app before, my damn buddy made my profile and shit, But if you're trying to say you wanna just fuck, then we can absolutely do that.. I have been interested in getting to know you more tbh. I wanna know if you're the type of fucking girl I'm looking for, Myla; the type of girl that'll be able to fucking handle whatever the fuck I give out."

Three fucking dots torture my soul and make my chest tighten in panic and slight anticipation as they keep disappearing and reappearing, and I wait for a mother fucking message back. Maybe I was too blunt and fucking scared her... I don't know. if I did, then she's definitely not the fucking girl I'm looking for.

"And what is it that you're trying to give, Deacon?"

I hover my fingers over the keyboard, trying to think of how I wanna fucking word the shit I wanna say, without fucking scaring her off.

"Myla, I want a girl who will give me total fucking control... I want to be able to fuck her however the fuck I want, while still treating her like the fucking queen that she is. I want to dominate her, fucking own her, mark her and claim her, and still show her off the damn world as if she's still fucking pure and innocent."

"Oh, well, I might be able to do that for you, Deac."

"Oh yeah, little one? We'll have to fucking find out then... Tell me something; do you like being cuffed?"

"Why, do you wanna cuff me, officer? lol"

"Of fucking course..."

"Mhm, tell me, Deacon, what would you do to me if I was there with you right now?"

Shit, she just poked the fucking bear without even fucking knowing it. I palm my erection over my boxers and rub it slowly, easing the pain from being so wound up, while with my other hand, I type exactly what the fuck I want to do to her goddamn gorgeous, sexy ass.

"You asked for it, Myla..."

"Wait!! lol I'm nervous now."

"Don't be nervous, little one. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with right now... Just know that if you were here, I'd take my fucking time and kiss every damn inch of your golden skin, starting with your forehead and working my fucking way all the way down to your fucking toes..."

"Toes, huh? You sound like a freak in bed... Are you a freak in the sheets, Deac?"

"Oh, you have no fucking idea what I'm capable of, Myla... And it's definitely not something I can fucking show over goddamn text."

"I'm intrigued, officer Deacon..."

"Fuck, I love how you call me "officer"... it's fucking hot. I think we're gonna get along just fucking perfect, little one." 

"I think so too. I'm wicked excited to meet you irl, but ngl I'm still a bit nervous..."

"I don't want you to be nervous, baby girl... Tell you what, later on when you're home for the night, message me on here and I'll give you a little fucking preview of what to expect when we meet..."

"I can't wait!"

She replies back instantly. Still rubbing my cock and feeling like I'm about to fucking cum, I type one more message back to her and anxiously wait for her reply.

"Can you follow rules, Myla? Can you be a good girl and obey an order?"

"Of course I can, Deacon, but sometimes I like to disobey on purpose, because I like the punishment that comes along with it lol but I can follow orders, for sure."

"Good, then here's your first one... Tonight, wherever the fuck you end up going, DO NOT wear any fucking panties... That's a fucking order, Myla, don't fucking let me catch you wearing any."

"Oh, and how are you gonna find the fuck out if I am or not, officer?"

"I'm gonna keep fucking asking you for pictures, little one, and you'd better fucking send them..."

"Oh, of course, officer; your wish is my command... Taking my panties off as we speak..."

"Send me a fucking picture of them."

I get a picture right back, of her holding a lacy red and black thong with her her middle finger, and my cock pulses as I stroke it harder and faster, almost about to bust my fucking load.

"Damn, good fucking girl, Myla."

"Is your pussy wet, little one?"

"Soaked, Deac..."

"Good, just how I fucking like it..."

"Anything for you, daddy..."

That fucking does it; that one little fucking word; daddy. Her remark sends me barreling over the fucking edge, making me shoot my thick fucking load into my boxers, and making myself a sticky fucking mess.

"I need a shower, Myla. I'm gonna hop off here, but remember my fucking rule. I'm not playing the fuck around, keep those panties off for me. I'll be checking in with you, so you'd better fuckign answer."

"I like the sound of that lol work should be interesting tonight."

"Not as interesting as what's fucking happening after work, little one..."

I plug my phone in the charger and climb off my bed slowly, but in a hurry ro shower and wash my fucking cum off of me before my damn son knocks at my fucking door. I think I finally met my fucking match, but we'll still have to see how she does in person...

Myla

Things definitely took an unexpected turn with Deacon through our messages on tinder It's almost like I'm talking to a completely different person that I'd been talking to all week long. But, I can fucking lie. I like this side of him a lot better. He's opening up a little to me which is definitely making our conversations easier Little did he know, I was at the nail salon when he was messaging me, even when he told me to take my panties off. I just went into the restroom and took them off for him, just like he told me to... It's hot, his dominance, and something I'm not exactly a stranger to. My ex was a dom, but he took things too far most of the time. He'd ignore my safeword or completely refused aftercare. He took things to another level, a level I couldn't handle. He was getting more violent the longer we were together. I'm not sure if Deacon is into that kind of lifestyle and sex, but the way he talks to me and orders me around, definitely makes me think he's into something of the sort, and I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't here for it. Tonight I have to dance at the club, but all I wanna fucking do is spend my time talking to Deacon again; it's been only a few hours but I fucking miss him. Knowing he has something planned for me for when I get off, has my nerves running wildly through me, but more so with excitement rather than nervousness. Of course when I get to the damn club, it's busier than usual for a Friday, which means I'll be here later than I fucking want to be, but at least I'll make some good fucking money shaking my ass on stage to fucking strangers; i love it, though. I haven't told Deacon exactly what I do, I'm a little nervous on how he'll react once he finds out I'm a dancer Most men don't like it because they don't like sharing their property. At least, that was how my ex felt about it. Deacon seems different, though, even they're roughly the same age, I hope he'll be okay with it, cus I'm not fucking stopping again. Before I get on stage and start my first set, I check my phone to see if i have any new tinder notifications. There's a message from Deacon which makes me smile right away. I stand in the dressing room and anxiously click on the message as nervous flutters ripple through me.

"oh, little one... are you at work?"

"Yeah, about to start actually. What are you up to?"

"At a bar with my buddy, but can't stop fucking thinking about you."

"I've been thinking about you too, Deac... more so about what we're gonna do later on."

"So you're still up for it, right?"

"I'm not sure what "it" is yet, but yeah, I'm up for any fucking thing."

"I'm gonna fucking make you cum, little one. I'll give you a little taste of what to expect when we meet in person..."

"I love this side of you, Deac."

The next message takes me by surprise, but also gives me a feeling I've never really felt before. This man is old enough to be my goddamn father, yet I can't help myself from wanting more and more of him and his dominance.

"I'd better fucking be the only fucking man you're talking to like this, Myla. I don't fucking play around when it comes to what the fuck I want; and I want you, that's it. If you're talking to anyone else, I need to fucking know about it."

"You're the only person I'm talking to in general, Deacon. I told you, I don't do this sorta thing."

"I better fucking be... Now, send me a damn picture of what you're fucking wearing right now before you have to get to fucking work."

I pause on replying when I realize I'm in extremely revealing lingerie, trying to think about how to explain myself when he sees I have panties on and he told me not to. I still snap one anyway and send it without another thought.

"Are those fucking panties I see?"

"Yeah... I'm working and if I don't wear them, then I'm literally wearing nothing, Deacon."

"I'll let it fucking slide this time, Myla, but you'll pay for that later, little one..."

"Hold the fuck up! What the fuck do you do for work, Myla, if you're only wearing skimpy lingerie?"

"I'm a dancer, Deacon." I type back with shaky hands.

"Fucking hell, Myla; now it just fucking got interesting."

I don't send him anything back because my name is called to the stage, so I set my phone in my locker and strut out sensually, in slow, light steps, touching my body and running my fingers through my long, blonde hair as I scan the crowd through hazy eyes. The whole time I'm on the stage twirling around the pole and twerking my ass to the hungry gentlemen in their fancy suits, all I'm thinking about is Deacon, and what he has planned for us later. Fuck, I can't wait to be done with this job tonight, and usually, that's not the case. I love my job and I love to dance, but Deacon has me not wanting to fucking be here at all tonight.

Deacon

Holy fucking shit. Who would've fucking thought that shy little Myla would be a mother fucking dancer by night? Definitely not fucking me. Do I like it? Yes and no, if you want the fucking truth anyway. I don't like showing off what's mine, at least not in the way she's doing it, but she isn't mine unfortunately... not fucking yet anyway. I wish I knew what fucking club she dances at because I'd be up there right the fuck now, instead of at Thirsty's with Carter, where we usually come after a long shift. I had planned to go to the club to get some fucking play time in, but with the anticipation of my fucking tinder date with Myla on the phone later, I didn't really feel like going anymore. I want to see what she's capable of and if she can handle me through messages. If she can, then our meet up in person is gonna be an erotic fucking fire.

"How's things with your little tinder chick, D?"

Carter slides a beer over to me which I catch with my palm. He raises his bottle as I raise mine, and we clink them together, tap them on the bar and toss them down our throats, quenching my thirst even though I've already had more than I can count.

"So far so good. I mean shit, I can't fucking complain, Carter."

" Is she everything you thought she'd fucking be?"

"So far she's fucking perfect for me, Carter. Shit, we still need to fucking meet in person, man."

He laughs, choking on a sip of beer as I roll my eyes at him.

"Oh shit! Fuck, you haven't even met her in person yet? You know, Deac, tinder is basically meeting to fuck, not chatting to get to know each other."

"Yeah, I understand that. She had to fucking explain it to me cus I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, Carter. She's only twenty fucking one; I'm not trying to scare her off."

I tip the bottle back and pour another sip into my mouth, swallowing it slowly and letting it cool my throat as it slides down easily.

"Did you tell her you're a dom yet?"

"Fuck no. I did give her some little hints, though and she seemed to like it."

"If she's into the same fucking sadistic shit you are, then she's the perfect fucking girl for you. Don't let her fucking go, Deac."

"I guess we'll find out, won't we? We have a fucking phone date tonight and we're meeting up tomorrow."

"Oh, shit, you're about to go on your first date in like, however fucking long you've been divorced."

"Eleven fucking years."

"You're gonna be in for a wild ride, motherfucker."

I laugh him off but inside I know he's fucking right. Back at home, I stumble through my fucking doorway and trip over my son's damn shoes, which I've fucking told him before not to leave in the damn way. I flip the light on and immediately see Travis sleeping on the couch with the TV blaring like he's fucking deaf.I find the remote and shut it off, then shake his fucking ass awake, needing him to get the fuck to his bed.

"Ugh, I'm fucking sleeping!"

"I know, dipshit, take your ass to your damn room. You have a bed for a reason, Trav."

"Wait, how come you're home so early tonight? It's the weekend and you're always out till the fucking sun comes up."

He stands and goes to walk by me but I smack him in the back of the head for his foul language.

"Watch your mouth, son; you don't fucking curse at me."

"Heed your own advice, dad, and watch yours too."

"Just get your smartass to fucking bed, bud. Love you."

"Love you too, dad."

He flips me off as he walks away and up the stairs to his room, making me chuckle and shake my fucking head as I head for my room to strip the fuck down and wait for Myla to fucking message me. When I lay down in nothing at all, with my cock already hard just thinking about Myla and the fucking things I'm gonna say to her tonight. My phone pings with a notification as if on fucking que or something.

"Officer Deacon, I'm home now..."

"Good girl, Myla. I've been waiting for you, little one."

"And I've been waiting for you too..."

"Are you sure you're fucking up for this, Myla? Are you sure you're fucking ready for me to make you soak you fucking fingers with your sweet cum?"

"Oh, wow, yes, Deac... I'm more than ready for you to make me cum."

"Call me daddy, little one.

"Don't fucking use my name the rest of the damn night. Do I fucking make myself clear, Myla?"

"Yes, daddy..."

That's all she replies and it's the perfect mother fucking answer.

"Good girl. Now, I want you in nothing and I want you lying on your fucking bed."

I hate that this shit is over message and I can't fucking see what she looks like right now, but tomorrow I'll be able to fucking see her and I can guarantee I'll fucking destroy her; she has no idea who I fucking am. No one does.

"Okay, my clothes are off and I'm laying here naked, daddy..."

"Good girl, Myla, so am I. I'm stroking my fucking cock, imagining it's your little, soft hand that's around it instead."

"I bet it's huge, daddy; how big is it?"

"I'll leave that up to your little fucking imagination, but I can tell you that I'll fucking rip you to pieces, Myla. Besides, little one, you'll find out tomorrow when I fuck that pretty pussy of yours."

"Mhm, Deacon, I can't fucking wait."

"Watch your fucking mouth, Myla. No cursing right now. Right now, I need you to be a good girl and listen to what I fucking tell you to do."

"Can you do that for me, little one?"

"Yes, daddy; I can be a good girl for you..."

My cock is raging hard and the veins on the sides are bulging as I stroke it to Myla's perfect fucking words.

"Are you ready for daddy to make you fucking cum?"

"More than anything, yes!"

"Good then fucking take your right hand and slide it down your stomach until you get to that pretty little pussy of yours."

"Tell me, little one, is your hand between your fucking legs yet?"

"Yes, daddy, it is... Tell me what you want me to do next...

"Good girl. I want you to put the pad of your thumb on your clit, and rub it very fucking slowly... Start twisting your nipple with your left hand, Myla... Do it right fucking now."

"Mhm, yess. my nipples are hard, daddy, so hard."

I start rubbing my cock faster as I instruct her to touch herself, my eyes darting to the cuffs I keep on my nightstand, with the silk black handkerchief I keep as a pocket square to use as a blindfold or a gag; I wish I could use them on her right now, but maybe fucking tomorrow.

"Tell me how fucking wet you are, little one; don't be shy."

"My pussy is soaked, daddy... It's dripping to my sheets right now and drenching the inside of my thighs..."

"I like the fucking sound of that. I'd have my head buried between your fucking legs and I'd be licking up all you sweet fucking juices, if I was there right fucking now."

"Fuck, dip your fucking finger into that dripping wet hole for me, little one... and push in and out slowly for daddy..."

"Oh, god, Deacon!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you disobeyed a fucking order, Myla."

"Sorry, daddy!"

I smile at the phone at her immediate response and tighten my grip around my cock, quickening the pace of my strokes as I feel the burn from my climax star to stir in my fucking stomach and makes my damn legs tense. She's doing so good at following directions already, which tells me that she'll be perfect for when I get to fucking have her in real life.

"Put another finger in your pussy, Myla, and fuck yourself with them fast... make sure you push in all fucking way, little one, as far as they'll fucking go."

"Damn, lol do you know how hard it is to finger yourself and text at the same time? Fucking tedious as shit and all I wanna do is focus on my fingers in my pussy lol"

"It's not much easier stroking my cock either, but I'm doing it and about to bust my fucking load lol"

"Mhm, yes... my pussy's dripping for you, daddy. Please tell me you're gonna let me cum?"

Again, I pause reading that, but for a different fucking reason this time. If she's asking me to make her cum, then it leads me to fucking believe that she's played this fucking game before. She's been a fucking sub? No, no fucking way this little twenty-one-year-old tutor- for fucks sake, has been someone's sub before... That means she's dealt with a dom and knows what to expect from us... Which also means she'd be perfect for the life I keep hidden from so many. She's fucking perfect to be my fucking sub. There's only one way to find out.

"Of course, I'll let you cum tonight, little one, but I want you to tell me the name of the man who didn't allow you a release, and I want it right fucking now."

I see the three little dots typing repeatedly but no message comes.

"Myla, answer me."

"I can't tell you... I just can't."

I fucking knew it. She's had a dom before, and at the club I'm a member of, we're not allowed to talk about what happens there or who comes to them, everything is confidential. Who the fuck is this damn girl?

"Keep pushing those fingers in and out of your pussy, little one... and this time, take your thumb and rub your swollen, needy little clit for daddy."

I change the subject, since I now know what the fuck I needed to.

"Yes, daddy, I'm almost there!"

"Good girl, keep it up and you'll be fucking cuming hard on your fingers real soon... my cock is fucking as hard as steel over here, little one, and I'm about to blow my fucking load, thinking about your swollen, dripping wet pussy..."

"Yesz fsddy."

I laugh so hard my fucking cheeks hurt, knowing she just fucking came and completely fucking unraveled, typing all fucked up and misspelled.

"*Yes, daddy lol"

"You fucking came, didn't you?"

"lol I fucking did and now my damn fingers are cramped and sticky as fuck."

"At least you don't have cum all over your fucking stomach, slowly creeping into your belly button like I do lol."

"lol if I were there I'd lick it off of you, Deacon... every. last. drop..."

As my seed shoots out of the tip of my cock and pours onto my stomach, I grip tighter and stroke faster, tensing my fucking legs as my whole body shivers and stiffens violently through a fucking intense orgasm.

"Worth every fucking second, Myla."

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying, Deac. At least I feel better about our date tomorrow lol I'd say I'm pretty comfortable with you now."

"Good, I'm fucking glad to hear that. I'm right there where you're at, Myla."

"You were perfect tonight, little one... exactly what I've been looking for, so I know tomorrow is going to fucking be everything we could've imagined and more..."

"I really can't wait, Deac lol but, unfortunately it's getting late and I gotta shower and stuff, but can we talk in the morning?"

"Of course, I need to fucking shower too, especially before my son wakes up. Listen, I have one more rule for you to follow... think you can handle it, Myla?

I grin to myself at just how fucking cruel I can be sometimes.

"I told you, I'm always up for anything."

"Okay then, until we meet each other tomorrow night, you're not fucking allowed to touch yourself or make yourself fucking cum in any way. That's my job, little one, and I wanna the the one to fucking finish it. Don't. Fucking. Do. It."

"I'm still horny and was gonna use my vibrator in the damn shower lol"

"I fucking knew you were, but I fucking said no. Are you gonna be able to handle following my directions, Myla?"

There are those three little dots again, that make a grown fucking man go insane. Deep down I already fucking know what she's gonna say, though.

"Yes, Deacon, I can follow directions... I am a tutor after all."

"So we agree, you're not fucking allowed to cum at all until we meet."

"Yes, I agree lol you're mean, but it's hot, so it's okay."

"And you're just too damn fucking cute, Myla. You've opened up a fucking lot to me in the last damn week we've been talking. I'm proud of you for that."

"Aww thank you! I've noticed a little change in you too; you're slowly letting me in."

"is the age difference weird for you at all, Myla?"

I don 't have a problem being with a younger woman, I prefer in in fact, but I don't want her to feel some type of way about it and not be honest with me.

"No, I don't have a problem with it. I actually love an older man."

"I was hoping you'd say that,"

I put my phone down and lay here on my bed with cum all over my stomach, just thinking about what a fucking perfect night this was and how fucking perfect Myla is. How the fuck did I luck out with this one and where the fuck has she been all my damn life?

Myla

Oh my fucking christ! I don't really have much to say after that intense sexual exchange with Deacon; he's left me fucking speechless. I've never cum so damn hard in my entire life, especially by the work of my own fingers; I didn't know it was possible. The way he ordered me around and told me what to do and not to do, brought things to a higher fucking level, more intense, and I didn't want to stop... even after I came all over my fingers. When we matched on tinder I never thought it would work out like this. I thought he was a lonely divorcee, wanting a quick fuck from a younger chick. However, that couldn't be further from what this is turning into. Over the last week, he's been able to break through some of my walls; I've let him in and told him a little about myself. I left out the part that I work at a bdsm club and identify as a submissive. The way he was acting tonight definitely made me believe he's familiar with that lifestyle and maybe, just maybe, Deacon is a dom himself. If he's this possessive and dominant through a fucking dating app, can you imagine how he is in person?

Deacon

Yeah, fuck yeah. Myla is the perfect girl that I've been searching for, for fucking years. She listened to every fucking word I said and played the part of my sub perfectly, even though text messages. I think she fucking knows that I'm into some dark shit, but I'm not quite sure if she's put the pieces together yet, and realized I'm a fucking dom looking for a sub... a sub for life and not just a fucking play thing. Over this last week that we've been talking, she's opened up to me about some aspects about her life, but no deep shit just yet, which is completely fucking understandable. Me, on the other hand, I haven't told her much. She knows I work in law enforcement and she knows I'm divorced with a son.She knows I haven't fucking dated another woman since the split either. I didn't tell her about my extracurricular activities nor about the true nature of my job; it scares women a lot. I'm not ready to lose this one, not when I just found her. I know eventually, I'll have to fucking tell her about my job and the danger it's brought to my life, and the danger that still lurks in the fucking shadows. I know I'll have to tell her more about my son and his mother, and I also fucking know they have to be introduced if she's fucking staying around for the long haul. I know I'm fucking thinking way on down the fucking road, but for some reason, I can't picture my life, my existence without Myla in it. I know I'm the mother fucking devil, and I'm about to reek havoc on her pour little fucking soul, but the good kind of havoc. She doesn't know how dark I can be, how fucking dark I am, but she's about to fucking find out what she got herself into.