kinky || afi bdsm

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I had finally lost sight of his tall figure. There was a strange smile on my face, his name still in my ears. Ashton.

I looked back to the girl who started all of this, "Ashton who?"

She shrugged. "No one knows, really. He's around on campus sometimes, but he never comes to parties, let alone takes anyone into a closet for a make out session." She paused, bringing a dark beer bottle to her glossy lips. "Did he say anything to you in there?"

I shook my head, "Nothing really important." That was a lie. I knew the guy for less than ten minutes and I already knew about his fetish and had his phone number.

She shrugged again and went on to find more people she could lock in her closet.

Weaving my way through the crowd, I made my way back to my group. I was greeted with wide eyes.

Mel was the first to speak. "What was that all about? Did you know him?!"

I shook my head. "I have no idea who he was. He's hot though, and a great fucking kisser. I got his number but I don't think anything will happen." I failed to mention the part where he called himself Daddy: I didn't think that was a critical detail. 

After giving them a few more statements, they dropped it and went on telling stories and bitching about professors. In my head I was still replaying the moment, the way his lips felt against mine, the tingles he sent through every single nerve ending. Before I got too hot and bothered, I quickly excused myself to the back patio.

The air was crisp: dew already hanging from everything. I took in a deep breath before fishing out my pack of Marlboros and a lighter.

Pinching the orange end between my chapping lips, I swiftly lit the fag and drew in another deep breath. As I let a steady stream of smoke billow from my lips, I scanned the back yard. This subdivision was on the very edge of town, Then, this particular house was more on the secluded side. It sat back further from the main road. There was a barren field opening up just past the grass, seeming to never end. The hangnail moon was suspended in the starless sky, casting white light over all the dead corn stalks that were still left in the soil after the harvests.

As I panned the area, I noticed a treeline on the right edge of the property, no more than fifty feet from the house. Standing in the minty blue circle of a flood light was a decrepit swing set. Flicking my cigarette to the wet grass, I trudged over to the fort. I almost expected to hear a couple fucking, or at least an animal to run away, but I was alone.

After testing the swing, I lowered my body down. Pushing myself back and forth with my feet, I looked around the yard. There was muffled music coming from the house and the late night breeze was dancing across my exposed skin. I pulled my jacket a little tighter around my torso, only to be reminded of the tender bruise forming on my neck. I lightly ran my fingers over the sore flesh and couldn't help but smirk. Letting the hood gather on my shoulder I continued to gently push myself.

I was always one to let my mind wander. My thoughts fall completely off track while I day dream: lingering traces of lectures, family back home that I really didn't want to go see, and now, this new guy that kissed me not twenty minutes ago. It left me smiling. I was turning into a love sick school girl over a dude that I'd probably never see or hear from again, but God was I smiling.

I was pulled from my head by the sound of rustling leaves. I simply brushed it off as the breeze blowing through the midnight air, until I felt the fine hairs on the back of my neck start rising from the surface of my skin.

My stomach jumped as I turned around. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness, but I did see something.

His eyes.

He stepped from the blackness and into the cool light. Shadows cast over his sharp features but his hues stayed locked on mine. The startle that I had was gone as quickly as it came when I saw two dimples appear on either cheek.

A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest. "Hello, Charlie."

Ashton placed one large hand in the center of my spine and one my left shoulder. I turned back around and closed my eyes, hiding the smile that was growing on my lips. Slowly he started pushing me forward and letting his hands fall away.

When my back pressed into his toned abdomen, he wrapped his arms around my middle. "Grab on," he whispered.

I did as I was told and wrapped my fingers around the rusted chains on either side of me. Ashton started pushing me once again. Things stayed quiet for a long moment. I finally let me feet drag on the ground, bringing myself to a stop. Standing up, I turned to look at him. His smile returned and he closed the distance between us. Wrapping his arms around my waist, I draped mine over his shoulders.

"Be a good girl for Daddy, won't you? He wouldn't want to have to punish you so soon." He teased, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine once again. I was smiling through the whole thing.

"Yes sir." I nodded, playing along with his little game. He finished our encounter with one final peck before walking through the side yard and out front. I stood there for a moment, just listening to him get into his car and drive off.

Twice tonight, I thought to myself. Maybe this will turn out better than I thought.

After another cigarette and a second longer in the cool air, I went back inside.

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"Do you go for a smoke without me?" Dylan whined upon my return.

"Dude you could have come with me." I replied, shaking my head. "Besides I needed to step out for a second, it got stuffy in here."

He only nodded his response. I could tell something was up.

Dylan and I got really close in a really short amount of time. We'd only known each other for a few years, but they were filled with a lot of time alone. You don't really know someone until you've done shrooms with them. Even then you have to be hella comfortable with the person because eventually your trip will go bad.

I always knew he had a crush on me. I was a reasonably attractive chick that liked to smoke as much dope as he did. That kinda girl is hard to come by, I know. We were always flirting back and forth too. We may have kissed a few times here and there, but it was never anything serious. There was something about the way he was looking at me though that didn't sit right. Maybe he was jealous?

Glancing around the thinning crowd and feeling my high dissipating, I decided to head out. I said my goodbyes and grabbed my things before heading out the door. The walk to my truck was quiet, just the crunching gravel under my feet. I still couldn't get Ashton out of my head. He was making my stomach feel fuzzy, like when you're high school crush called you beautiful kinda fuzzy. I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't help myself.

I finally got to my truck and climbed in. It wasn't long before I was back to my apartment, fiddling with the key to the door.

After getting inside, I decided to skip eating and go take a shower.

The water was hot against my skin. I stood under the stream for a few more minutes after my wash just to relax myself before sleep.

I stepped out, trying to dry my hair when I finally saw the mark Ashton left on my skin. It was a dark purple-red and beautiful. Looking at it just brought back the feelings of having a new boyfriend that you're absolutely infatuated with.

I climbed into bed that night with a huge smile on my face. After, of course, I saved his number in a contact with nothing but a smirk and lipstick print.

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-alli