partner being in charge and the other being submissive, with an emphasis on care and nurturing.
I wasn’t sure about all that, but I was relieved it wasn’t indicative of some secret desire that would have made me barf up everything I’d ever eaten in my entire life.
Broadening my search, I skipped past the erotica that came up and focused on the real-life blogs and articles.
All of it was gross.
It did nothing for me.
It was wrong.
That’s how I should have felt.
Because in actuality, there was a lot I found appealing.
It did so much for me, I couldn’t stop from shifting and squeezing my thighs together.
And even if my brain was trying to tell me it was wrong, the idea of Maximo taking care of me the way the blogs described filled me with this sense of… rightness.
Not that I was into all the things people described. I knew I would hate any form of humiliation. Trading partners or sharing made me feel sick and pissed off. And I didn’t judge, but age play was definitely not for me.
After a while, my head was swimming with information, and I felt even more confused than when I’d started researching.
Did Maximo want a sugar daddy thing? Was he into age play? Did he want to trade his partner or watch them with others? Was he a Dom who liked the occasional ‘scene’? There’d been a couple guys at the gym whose girls had called them papi, and those guys were selfish assholes who slept with anything that breathed. Maybe Maximo just liked being called Daddy and there was nothing more to it. I wasn’t sure it would do anything for me, but I could probably just say it for him.
That was, of course, if I decided to do it.
It was not a one-size-fits-all kink, and there were so many variables and variations. I couldn’t decide if I was interested until I found out what he was interested in.
Someone knocked on the door, and I slammed the laptop closed like I’d been looking at something dirty.
Which I kinda had.
Ms. Vera opened the door and tsked. “You’re still in your suit. Go get ready.”
“For what?”
“Go shower.” She shooed me. “Hurry.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, rushing into the bathroom to shower.
Standing under the hot spray, my thoughts on what I’d read, Maximo, and his kiss, I wanted to touch myself. But I could hear footsteps outside the door, and that acted like a bucket of ice water.
Once I showered and dried off, I wrapped a bathrobe around myself and opened the door to see Ms. Vera waiting with a blow-dryer and round brush. She marched me back into the bathroom, sitting me on the closed toilet before going to town on my hair. It felt like it was going to have some eighties height, but when she let me look, I saw there was just a little volume and flip to my usually straight locks.
It was pretty.
“Do your makeup.” She gestured to my stash. “You only have fifteen minutes.”
“Until what?”
“Your birthday dinner.”
“Aren’t I just eating up here? Freddy said he was making something special.”
“No, downstairs tonight.” She shooed me again. “Makeup.”
“Has anyone told you that you’re bossy?”
“Yes, but only a few lived to tell about it.” She winked, but I wasn’t positive she was joking.
Erring on the safe side, I jumped up and did as she said.
Walking out to my bedroom, Ms. Vera wasn’t there but a garment bag and a shoebox were.
Since I’m leaving soon, one last present won’t hurt, right? Who knows how long it’ll be before I get one again.
I unzipped the bag to see a gorgeous little black dress. One side had a long sleeve but the other was completely bare. After pulling on panties, I slid the dress over my head and tugged it gently into place.
I grabbed the silver pumps from the box and put them on before walking to the mirror in my closet.
Oh, I have to learn to sew this because I want one in every color.
It was overkill for dinner in the dining room, but I didn’t care. I loved it.
“Time’s up!” Ms. Vera called from the sitting room.
“I’m coming!” I hurried out and opened the door.
Ms. Vera gave a small gasp. “Pretty girl.”
“Thank you. I love how you did my hair.”
“Of course. I’m very good.” She fluffed her short hair for emphasis. “Now go.”
Hours in the pool meant I was so hungry, I almost missed it.
Her tell.
I eyed her skeptically. “What’s happening?”
“Nothing. Go before you’re late.”
“Why would that