CHAPTER 1
Oliver
“Are you even listening?”my best friend, Valerie, hisses in my ear.
I try not to look too guilty as I glance up at her from my phone. It’s currently cradled in my lap under the desk. Damn it. I thought I was being so subtle. “Uh, yeah,” I whisper back, probably quite unconvincingly.
It’s not that I don’t care. Professor Knight’s classics class is actually one of my favorites, and his super-hot British accent makes his lectures even better. I only have a month or two left before graduation as well, so it’s in my best interest to push through these last few assignments to get the credits I need.
But I stumbled across something before school this morning that really has set my mind ablaze, and I don’t mean in an academic sense.
This is not usually the kind of thing that happens to me.
Ever.
But it’s been a while since I got any action, and often sex does help me relax. Right now, I could really do with a little relaxation. As graduation looms closer, I feel like every morning I wake up with just a little more panic and stress thrummingthrough my veins, like a frog that wasn’t aware it was being boiled alive until it was too late.
It isn’t just the pressure of making sure all the money my mom and I have poured into my college education was worth it, although that is very important to me. There’s also the looming question of what the hell I’m going to do once I’m no longer a student. What kind of work do I want to do? Where the hell am I even going to live? I’ve grown to love Paddle Creek, but would it make sense to move back in with my mom until I get on my feet?
So, even if what’s on my phone screen wasn’t distracting me right now, I have plenty of other dilemmas swirling around my head instead of this Greek tragedy we’re supposed to be analyzing. I’m barely eating or sleeping anyway, so my concentration levels have been rocky these days at the best of times.
Honestly, I was just hoping for a regular sort of hook-up when I opened the apps in bed this morning. But a local profile popped up that I’ve never seen before, looking for something so specific, it’s caused a bit of a glitch in my brain. Almost like the words from the listing are stuck on a constant loop and they won’t stop until I do something about it.
I can’t really reply to it, can I? This is so far outside of my comfort zone, it might as well be on Mars.
So why can’t I stop re-reading the damn thing?
WANTED: BIRTHDAY TREAT TO GOBBLE UP
I am the Master of a delectable Daddy. You will be his sumptuous surprise birthday gift. From Friday evening to Sunday evening, you will belong to us. Your only purpose will be to serve myself and my husband, however we desire.
In return, we will take care of your every need, our little treat. We will shower you with affection and gifts. Your pleasure will be our pleasure…and there will be so much pleasure. If you wish to be our mouthwatering morsel for oneweekend only, you will be consenting to be our breakfast, lunch and dinner, and especially our midnight snack. My husband has a big appetite. You will be drizzled with honey, decorated with sushi, bound like a Thanksgiving turkey and, most importantly, filled to the brim with cream.
If you are ready to be feasted upon, message your new Master immediately. He will decide if you seem appetizing, and if so, contact you to discuss meal planning. Do NOT message more than once. Time wasters need not apply.
Hell, I really need to stop rereading this in the middle of the lecture hall. At some point I’m going to have to stand up, and if I get any harder, my notebooks aren’t going to be big enough to hide it.
I’ve never thought aboutanythinglike this before in my life. Sure, I’ve had quite a bit of sex, either with boyfriends or hook-ups. And I do already know that I like being submissive to older guys. But what’s on offer here is like a whole new level.
The idea of calling someone ‘Daddy’ in a sexual way kind of equally thrills and terrifies me. It wouldn’t be a giant leap away from some of the hook-ups I’ve had, though. Especially the last guy I met who was older and spent the entire encounter telling me what to do in this deep, rumbly voice. The only thing really missing from that scenario was saying the D word itself.
Glancing down at my phone again, I appreciate that what this proposition is offering is quite a bit more complicated than that. Or…could it actually be really simple? The listing specifically says that the lucky tasty treat will be taken care of for two whole days. It doesn’t seem like I’d have to do much more than what I’m told. The idea of consenting to make myself available to get fucked at any time gives me full-body tingles.
And not just by one guy, but two.
I’ve never even had a threesome before. It seems outrageous to thinktwoguys would desire me that much. I’m captivated bythe prospect of being shared by husbands, though. Obviously, it’s supposed to be kinky as fuck. But is it crazy that it also feels kind of romantic to me? To spend time with a couple who know each other inside and out and have done so for possibly years and years.
And to be a gift! There’s something really sexy about that, too. I’m struggling to work out why, because I’m pretty sure I’m not into getting humiliated or anything like that. Yet, the idea of being an inanimate object, of belonging to another person, even if it’s just for a weekend, well…that’s also making me tingly. I guess that fits with the power balance thing I like with bossy, older men. So long as it’s consensual, there’s something really freeing about letting go and trusting another person to care for you.
A stranger, though? Am I honestly brave enough for that?
This Master guy has almost certainly had a ton of replies for this opportunity already. The idea that I’d have a chance is kind of ridiculous. Not to mention that the post has been up since yesterday, so I’m probably way too late to have a shot.
So why can’t I close the app? All I know is that if I don’t at least try, I’m going to regret it. Because these couple hundred words have undoubtedly woken something in me that I didn’t even know was there. He’s used ‘voraphilia’ as one of the hashtags, which I had to look up. But I’ve learned it’s not just about actual food, although these guys do seem eager to eat a lot of things off whoever is going to be their boy for the weekend. But the kink the Master is describing goes further than that. It’s imagining you’re actually consuming someone or, in my case, that you’re the one being devoured.
Why is that so hot? Shouldn’t it be weird? We didn’t cover this in Psychology 101.
“What are your thoughts on the matter, Mr. Carver?” Professor Knight’s voice cuts through my musing like a knife through butter.