Daddy S.M

| Getting To Know Each Other |

School wasn't much of a bother, it's been a week since my first day, and Shawn has ignored me ever since. Not really ignore—besides his intense stares—he seemed like a stalker, but not with any other girl, strangely. I don't wanna get my hopes up that he and I could create something. So I decided, why don't I just ask him to be friends? What could it hurt?

He lives two houses down. I could literally walk to him, and I did. I click his door bell waiting for him to answer the door, the door opens to reveal a drowsy Shawn in a white v-neck, and sweatpants. In his driveway there weren't any cars besides one, so I assumed he was home alone. He squints his eyes at me, widening them as he recognizes me.

"Hey.."

I awkwardly shift, Shawn straightens his posture, and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, sorry you came off guard, why are you here if I may ask?"

I hold my phone in front of me with both of my hands.

"I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out today, but I guess right now is a bad time I uh.. I'll go."

I point my finger behind me. He shuffles nervously as I turn around.

"No, no I don't mind. Of course we can hang out, please, come in."

I turn around at his immediate gesture. I smile, covering a giggle, Shawn holds open his door for me with a bright smile plastered on his gorgeous face.

"Oh, alright then."

I didn't know he'd oblige to my offer, I thought he'd shut his door on me. My expectations of him are so low, damn Edwina. I enter his large house, gazing upon his huge foyer with a glass chandelier at the entrance.

Shawn closes his door behind me, staring at my every action as he does in school.

"You have a beautiful home."

I compliment.

"Thank you."

He chuckles, not phased at all.

I walk to his living room, sitting on his couch.

"Well, what would you like to do?"

He asks, plopping down on one of his chairs.

I shrug, maybe I'll ask a few questions.

"My parents aren't home, so we can do anything."

Shawn speaks up, I nod, scanning his ginormous living room.

Anything? My inner goddess screams in excitement.

"I'd like to get to know you, you seem very intriguing."

He takes a seat across from me, raising his eyebrows.

"Intriguing huh? Well, I'm a 17 year old boy, I like to play a variety of sports, music is a huge impact on me. And I have many needs.."

He drifts off at the last part.

He stares again with lust behind his brown orbs. He licks his lips, centering his gaze even deeper, if possible, onto my body. Just his gaze made me tingle inside, I never knew I could feel so much just by someone's gaze. Shawn has an affect on me that I feel comforting, but overwhelming at the same time. Why does he make me feel this way?

"I don't wanna seem too forward, but I find you alluring, Edwina. In many, many ways. And my needs,"

As he drifts away, yet again.

"Sexual needs."

He looked intimidating, but a tad bit innocent as if he hasn't already made me nervous. My heartbeat sped up almost instantly, heat arises on my cheeks.

"What do your needs have to do with me?"

He smirks, staring at me straight in the eye.

"Oh, hun. You are a goddess who I am willing to not let go to waste."

I raise my eyebrows.

"Go to waste? Who says I'm going to waste?"

I sassily say. He chuckles lowly.

"Darling, you are one of the most beautiful girls I've ever laid eyes on, maybe even the most beautiful. And I hope you let me give you the experience of a lifetime."

Experience of a lifetime? He makes it sound so dramatic. What could he possibly have that I can't get? Not that I'd want anything in particular, but it takes a lot for me to accept a grand offer, such as one like this.

"For gods sake, I just met you and now you want me to take care of your sexual needs?"

I sigh, confusion written on my face. Shawn leans back on his chair, smiling.

"I figured you'd bring that up. If you'd like to become closer as friends, I don't mind that, but with all my BDSM relationships.. They move pretty fast."

BDSM relationships? Is he lowkey Christian grey or?

"So you're a younger Christian grey?"

I sarcastically say, laughing lightly. Shawn keeps a poker face, I stop laughing, a bit embarrassed. Oh, he's serious.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you a virgin?"

Shawn asks impassive, I widen my eyes.

"I don't mind personal questions, so ask freely. And yes, I am a virgin. I've never been in a relationship due to trust issues."

I add on. He widens his eyes this time, shooting up from his chair

"What? Those answers were not what I expected at all. A gorgeous young lady like you with no sex life, nor love?"

I nod, Shawn offers a hand out to me. I take it hesitantly, as he leads me up to his large bedroom. I stand in his room, gawking at how huge his house can be and not even close to what I expected.

"Move bitch."

He pushes me into the lockers, I hit my head hard, falling to the ground. A bunch of people look at me, not bothering to help. I feel tears spring to my eyes, I get on my knees, picking up my stuff. He pushes my binders away farther into the hallway, laughing.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I hear a familiar voice say, next thing I knew Dylan was on the ground. A busted lip, and part of his eye bleeding. I widen my eyes in fear, backing away. He offers a hand, after picking up all my stuff. There was a crowd.

"I won't hurt you, please."

Hesitantly, I grab his hand, helping me up. I mutter a thank you, he nods accepting. Dylan was still on the ground in shock, he held me close to him. His comforting vanilla scent, jeez he was built. People watched us, taking pictures.

"Would you be willing to lose your virginity to me?"

Shawn asks softly, holding my hand as his body towers over mine.

I stare down to his feet, his hands tilt my head upwards to find his gaze. Without thinking, and going with my instinct. I didn't know what made him make me feel like this, protected, cared for, and most of all.. appreciated.

"Yes."

And with that, he crashes his lips onto mine, our tongues fighting in dominance.

Sparks were nothing to what I felt with Shawn, so much derived passion, so much lust, so much infatuation. I may have only known him for such a short amount of time, but it felt like I'd known him since the beginning. Clićhe, but it's true. We pulled away slowly, opening our eyes. We rested our foreheads against each other, our breathing slowing down.

"I'm ready."