Walk out your back door: -50
Decline and make me really sad: +50
“Well I’m not going to make her sad—but why does she want me to walk out my back door?” I raised an eyebrow and accepted the challenge.
I stared at the app to make sure it registered and saw her total drop from 275 to 250. I was fairly certain that the new feature would work, but I had to be sure. Once I was confident that it did, I put my phone on the counter and walked towards the back door. I heard a noise as I approached and saw the outline of someone in the pool before I even reached for the doorknob. Chloe was—at my house—and she was already in the pool. I didn’t hear her car drive up—that must have been deliberate. I opened the back door, and when I started walking toward the pool, I saw a trail of clothes—and she wasn’t wearing any.
“I’m glad you didn’t make me really sad.” She bounced over to the edge of the pool and pretended to pout.
“What are you doing?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I was hoping you would join me.” Her pout turned into a grin.
“Is your friend around here somewhere? Did she talk into skinny dipping again?” I looked around my backyard.
“No, I had lunch with her. She was too hungover for conversation, much less a swim.” Chloe kept grinning and trying to splash me. “Are you going to join me or not?”
“I don’t have any swim trunks.” I shook my head back and forth.
“So?” She bounced back, and her grin got wider.
“Okay then.” I peeled off my t-shirt and started to unbuckle my belt.
“It’s only fair.” She splashed some water at my feet. “You’ve already seen me naked…”
“I’m about to get a much better look.” I kicked off my shoes along with my pants; then my boxers hit the ground.
“Impressive…” Her eyes focused on my cock, and her eyebrows raised.
“Like you have anything to compare it to.” I chuckled under my breath and dropped down into the water.
“I told you about my rebellious streak right?” She moved closer and tried to splash me. “I’ve seen one before.”
“Oh really?” I sidestepped her splash and hammered the water, which sent some in her direction. “Spend your rebellious years watching porn?”
“Maybe a few times.” She giggled. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Okay, I’m curious.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Daniella and I decided to sneak into the boy’s locker room once—after a football game.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “Don’t worry, you’ve got them all beat.”
“Consider my confidence boosted.” I splashed some water in her direction.
“Are you just going to stand there and splash water or come and get me?” She bounced her way to the deep end and started treading water.
“What do you think?” I moved towards her. “The real question is what I’m going to do when I get you.”
“I’m dying to find out.” She threw her hands up and sank into the water.
I kicked off the floor and swam towards her—going under the water once I hit the deep end. She had both eyes open and a huge grin on her face—but fuck if I didn’t have trouble snapping my attention away from those curves when I got close. I stared until the chlorine started burning my eyes, and then grabbed Chloe by the waist so I could pull her back to the top of the water. We broke the surface, and I held her close—one hand on her ass and the other paddling until I got to the side of the pool so that I could grab the edge. I immediately pinned her to the wall and crushed her lips beneath mine. The kiss lasted for several minutes and made my cock throb before I finally pulled away.
“You do realize this is the worst tease in the entire fucking world, right?” I exhaled sharply and squeezed her ass. “Kissing you when you’re not naked in my arms is hard enough…”
“I can put my clothes back on if you really want…” She grinned and looked down.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ll manage—somehow.”
I gave her another long kiss, and she moaned into my mouth. Her hips moved against me, and I had to shift so that she wouldn’t find out exactly how excited I was to have her in my arms. I moved my hands along her body—my fingers lightly grazed her inner thighs—both hands squeezed her ass—then both of her nipples turned into hard nubs underneath my touch. It took everything inside of me not to find out if her pussy was wet—if she was as turned on as I was to be naked in my arms. I finally broke the seal that formed from our kiss, and we both had to gasp for air.
“I guess my first challenge was a success?” She stared into my eyes and smiled.
“I would have never suggested it—I didn’t think you were ready for something like this.” I moved my hands back to her ass and squeezed.
“I wanted to make up for not being able to see you last night.” She leaned against my shoulder. “Did I?”
“Yes.” I exhaled sharply. “This more than makes up for it.”
I held her for several minutes and then we started circling each other in the water while we talked. Chloe wanted to jump off the diving board, and I moved back to the shallow end while she climbed out of the pool. I don’t know if she was really that interested in the diving board, or if she just wanted to let me see all of her gorgeous curves on full display, but I didn’t have time to give it much thought. The sight of her was enough to take my breath away and make my head spin. I swam back over to her once she hit the water and surfaced. My lips were on hers before she even got a chance to wipe the water out of her eyes. I pulled her back to the shallow end as we kissed so that we didn’t have to put so much effort into staying afloat after our lips were finally separated.
“I guess we should get out soon—otherwise we’re both going to be prunes.” Chloe held up her hands and showed me the wrinkles on her fingertips.
“You’re probably right.” I nodded. “Maybe there are some towels in the pool house—otherwise we may have to air dry ourselves before we head inside.”
“I’m okay with that.” Chloe grinned and moved towards the steps.
Chloe exited the pool first, and I stared as she walked towards the pool house. Getting rid of my erection entirely was impossible, but I managed to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, which made it stop throbbing before I climbed out. I joined Chloe at the entrance and found that the door to the pool house was locked. I wasn’t there when the real estate agent showed the house, but I assumed she had to get into it somehow because one of the conditions that the Andersons laid out in the contract was making sure the pool house was cleaned up. My father kept a key to the house in a fake rock near the front door, and I saw a similar one on the ground next to us. I retrieved the key and pushed the door open once it was unlocked.
“Ah, here are the towels.” I opened the cabinet next to the door and tossed one to Chloe. “Not that I’m overly excited about watching you cover up…”
“I still have to get dressed.” She looked out the window. “And my clothes are all the way out there—I might leave my towel here when I go get them.”
“It’s a good thing none of the neighbors can see through this fence,” I chuckled under my breath.
“Yeah.” Chloe grinned and turned to look around the pool house while she dried off—and I certainly didn’t mind that view. “Wow, this so-called pool house is bigger than my apartment.”
“Maybe they used it as a guest house.” I shrugged as I followed her gaze—the pool house had a kitchenette, half-bath, a living room area, and even a small bedroom.
“Or a man-cave.” Chloe tied the towel off and walked into the living room area.
“I think the whole house became my father’s man-cave after the divorce.” I followed behind her.
“Yeah—but this might have been his man-cave before the divorce.” Chloe pointed at a stack of porn movies by the television.
“You might be right…” I chuckled under my breath.
“Maybe th
ese movies would be interesting enough for the both of us?” Chloe walked over to the stack and tapped the top one.
“If you drop that towel, I’m not going to give a fuck about anything on the screen.” I narrowed my eyes.
“Good answer…” She turned towards me and grinned.
I walked over and planted a kiss on Chloe’s lips before we finished drying off and continued to look around the pool house. It was definitely some sort of guest house—or maybe it was my father’s dog house when he upset his wife—a rich man’s version of having to sleep on the couch. It definitely looked like someone spent a lot of time there. I found another humidor filled with imported Cuban cigars, a few bottles of whiskey, and the fridge didn’t have anything in it but beer. I assumed the workers had cleaned it up at some point, because there was an ashtray on the table that was spotless, the trash can had an empty bag in it, and all of the glasses had been cleaned and put away.
“Well this is kinky.” Chloe laughed when she walked into the small bedroom.
“What?” I walked in behind her.
“Someone left handcuffs on the headboard…” She pointed and shook her head.
“I guess I need to find the key to those at some point—or I’ll have to get someone to cut them off.” I shrugged.
“Maybe it’s in the nightstand.” Chloe walked over and opened the drawer. “Oh! Yeah, this might not have been a man-cave.”
“What makes you say that?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t look at these unless you want to see naked pictures of your stepmother.” She held up a few photographs. “I’ll throw them in the trash.”
“Weird.” I nodded. “Yeah, toss those.”
“I’ll just bring the trash can. I’m not touching anything else in that drawer…” She walked past me.
The drawer was filled with sex toys, lube, and I definitely didn’t want to touch any of it either. Chloe returned with the trash can and a few napkins, which we used to remove everything from the drawer. There was a key at the bottom, and it fit the handcuffs, so I was able to get those off the headboard. I leaned over to toss them into the trash can and noticed one of the pictures was face-up. I had seen my stepmother’s picture enough to know that the woman in that picture wasn’t her—unless she dyed her hair and lost quite a bit of weight. I used a napkin to pick up the photograph and stared at it for a couple of seconds.
“Fuck…” I exhaled sharply. “I don’t think this was his man-cave. I think it’s where he brought his—mistress.”
“Oh god!” Chloe’s face twisted into a disgusted stare. “Right under your stepmother’s nose—and he kept pictures of her too?”
“My father was a strange guy.” I shrugged and tossed the picture back in the trash.
“I’m scared to look in the other nightstand now.” Chloe raised both eyebrows.
“I have to empty it at some point.” I pulled the trash can over to the other side of the bed and opened the drawer.
“More sex toys—this must have been her drawer.” Chloe narrowed her eyes.
“It would appear so.” I picked up a very large dildo with a napkin and tossed it in the garbage.
I had to cover my eyes and slightly gag when I found another set of pictures—but they were of my father. Luckily, I was able to see his face before I saw anything else, so I disposed of them quickly. Once we had both drawers emptied, we took the trash can back to the main part of the pool house and I tied the bag—the workers could dispose of it, but I didn’t want them to have to see what was inside of it in the process.
“Are relationships really this complicated?” Chloe turned towards me. “Does everyone just get tired of the person they’re with and—either leave or cheat on them?”
“I hope you’re not using my father as an example…” I took a step towards her. “He was an asshole.”
“Mine bailed…” she sighed. “That’s two examples.”
“Relationships don’t have to be this fucked up.” I shook my head back and forth.
“Then why didn’t you ever get married?” She looked down and sighed. “I’m sure there were others before me…”
“I can’t deny that.” I exhaled sharply. “I never got married because…”
Fuck, I’m going to have to tell her now—otherwise she’ll think I’m just intentionally hiding something…
“You found someone more interesting?” Chloe lifted her head.
“No.” I shook my head and took her hand. “Let’s sit down—I was going to tell you the truth at some point. I guess we’ve reached it.”
“Okay…” She tensed up and seemed very apprehensive, but she walked to the couch with me and sat down.
“I’m a very complicated man. Relationships—they haven’t worked out for me in the past for several reasons, and I take the blame for that,” I sighed. “I’m possessive—often to a fault. When I fall for someone, I don’t hold back. That kind of intensity scares some people, and after a few relationships fell apart, I just let work consume me—it was easier that way.”
“I could see that becoming a problem in some relationships.” She nodded. “You don’t scare me though—far from it. I mean, maybe the first night…”
“There’s more…” I looked down at the couch. “I’m also—rather dominant.”
“In the bedroom?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.” I nodded. “In the bedroom—sometimes outside of it. I don’t expect absolute obedience or anything like that, but I do have this deep rooted need to maintain control…”
“You would never be able to control me.” She shook her head back and forth. “I’m far too independent to ever obey.”
“That’s part of it.” I lifted my head. “I like the challenge, and a little bit of defiance can be fun—your naturally sassy demeanor—that hint of brattiness. It might as well be a flame flickering in front of a moth—I’m drawn to it.”
“Why is that a bad thing?” She tilted her head slightly.
“Because of why I’m drawn to it,” I exhaled sharply. “I’m a Daddy Dom.”
“Oh…” Her eyes got wide. “You like to be called—Daddy?”
“Yes—but there’s more to it than that.” I nodded.
“Tell me…” She moved closer and put her hand on mine.
“I want to protect you and shield you from everything awful in the world. I want to be the one you talk to when you’re scared—offer guidance when you need it—and give you a little bit of discipline when you get too sassy or bratty.” I squeezed her hand.
“I’ve never had anyone like that in my life.” She looked down, and those hypnotic brown eyes seemed to cloud over with concern. “But—discipline?”
“That’s a part of it.” I nodded.
“If I act like a brat, you’re going to put me in time out or send me to bed early?” She raised an eyebrow.
“Perhaps—but I’ve always found that a spanking gets better results.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Oh god…” She pulled her hand away.
This may be the part where she makes a run for the door and never looks back—she wouldn’t be the first woman to have that reaction…
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe
Alarm bells were going off inside my head—but they weren’t strong enough to make me stand. If anything, I felt rooted to the couch—and I wasn’t sure my knees would support my weight if I did manage to stand. I think I always sensed that Corbin had a dominant side. The first night we met—something in his voice just compelled me to obey him—his piercing eyes were so intense and made me want to cower. That feeling faded as I got to know him, but there was always an edge—something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I liked challenging him—and maybe that was because I knew I was playing with fire, even though I didn’t know it could actually burn me. Something about it appealed to a side of me that lingered below the surface.
“I can’t turn that part of me off—it’s not a switch I can flip.” He reached for my
hand, and I let him take it again. “You wanted to know the truth, and now you do.”
“Everything you said…” I looked at his hand and sighed. “It sounds like we would be oil and vinegar.”
“Or perfect for each other.” He squeezed my hand. “I don’t think you can deny that possibility.”
“It’s—a lot to think about.” I nodded.
“I hope it doesn’t ruin our day together,” he sighed. “But—I couldn’t hide it from you.”
“No, I still want to spend time with you. I just need a little time to process everything else.” I forced a smile.
Corbin pulled me close, and I leaned into him for a hug. It felt good to be in his arms, despite everything he said. I stayed in his arms for nearly an hour, before we decided to go back to the house. That required me to drop my towel—and he didn’t take his eyes off me while I got dressed. I thought skinny dipping in his pool would be a fun way to tease him. He had given me more confidence in my own skin than I ever had before. It was self-serving too—Corbin was extremely attractive, and I wanted a peek at his incredible physique. It seemed only fair since he got an eyeful the night we met. I wasn’t prepared for his revelation though, and when we did make it back to the house, it was all I could really think about. We spent some more time talking, ordered dinner, and actually ate it in the dining room instead of being distracted by the television.
“Why don’t you pick a movie?” Corbin put down his fork and pushed his plate away.
“Didn’t we already decide that was never going to work?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I figured you wouldn’t really want to go anywhere tonight—you were on your feet all day yesterday.” He shrugged.
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