up isolated and when she got old enough to be useful, he drained her dry. She was only ever a thing to be used. She’s as much his victim as I am, she just doesn’t see it yet.
My hand squeezes into a fist before I force myself to relax it.
“Come on,” I urge her over to the rack of balls.
“They’re all huge,” she says, hurrying over with her hands clasped together and eyes bright. She’s excited and I fucking love seeing it. “I’m not sure I’ll even be able to pick it up.”
“That’s why I had a Daphne-sized ball delivered yesterday.”
I pick up a small, deep purple ball on the bottom. The finger holes are so small I don’t even think the tips of my fingers would fit inside, but Daphne takes it delightedly and her delicate fingers slip inside with no problem.
Her bright eyes come up to mine. “It’s a perfect fit.” She gives a hesitant half-swing. “And it’s not too heavy for me.” She beams up at me.
So fucking trusting and easy to please.
I can’t help drawing her close in spite of her bowling ball smushed between our stomachs and kissing her. Her lips are just as soft and plush as before, but less wooden as she learns how to kiss back.
Her first day ever having been kissed. The thrill of it still goes straight to my cock and I’m glad for the bowling ball separating us so she can’t feel how hard I am. I’m going to keep this a PG date, godsdammit.
So I pull away with one long, last lingering kiss. When I finally pull away, her pupils are blown and she looks absolutely dazed.
From a fucking kiss. Killing me. Fucking killing me.
“First the shoes.”
I pull out two pairs from the low drawer underneath the bowling ball rack. Also in yesterday’s delivery. There’s a fresh pair of socks for her. She steps out of her slippers and sits daintily on the bench to put them on beside me as I do the same.
But then she stands up and heads towards the single lane, and it hits me all over again that she’s not wearing any pants. Not even any fucking underwear.
She’s a virgin vixen.
I want to punish her. I want to please her. But most of all, I’m determined to give her tonight.
“How do I throw it?” She takes a terrible first experimental swing that would have sent the bowling ball flying into the wall had she actually let it go.
“Not like that,” I chuckle, walking the short space between us and lining myself up behind her. My cock is very conscious of her bare bottom only inches away. But if I’m to master her, I can certainly master myself.
It doesn’t mean I won’t remind her of what’s between us.
So I lean over from behind, my breath in her ear. “Start by standing like this.” I straighten her up so she’s facing the pins. “And hold the ball like this, nice and loose and ready to release.”
I reach around to help her rearrange the ball and her breath hitches. I smile and stroke her wrist with my thumb as I pull back.
“Good. Just like that,” I murmur, my breath making the hair by her ear flutter. And yes, I do enjoy the shiver I feel go down her spine in response.
“Now what?” she asks, her voice slightly breathy.
“Well, you’re right-handed, so you step with this leg,” I slide my hand down from her waist to her left hip until my hand is settled on the outside of her left thigh. “And then swing with this arm.”
My arm braced behind hers, together we take a practice swing. “And see those little arrows on the lane down there?”
I point to the marks on the floor and she nods. “Those are guides. If you aim for the fourth one over, you can get a strike. Going for the one in the middle will give you a split.”
She nods, biting her bottom look, looking adorably concentrated. “I wanna try.”
“Go ahead, baby.”
I step back and sit on the bench. “Remember to face the pins. If your body is tilted even the littlest bit, that’s the way the ball is going to go when you release it.”
She turns and makes a face at me. “I got it, Mr. Know It All.”
I smirk and gesture for her to continue. She gives several practice swings before finally releasing the ball. It rolls about two feet before landing in the gutter and moving slowly, very