Daddy's Little Pearl

"Fuck Dylan!" the blonde-haired lady screamed in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through her. She rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time and gripped the edge of the table tightly as he continuously slammed into her.

Her moans rendered in the air as she felt her fifth wave of orgasm for that night.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she threw her head backwards, her body vibrating as he thrusted harder than before.

"Oh, my gooood!" The word slipped out of her lips, and she rolled her eyes to the back of her head. A creaking sound pierced the silence as the table came in repeated contact with the wall, their breaths syncing in a frantic rhythm.

"Fuck!" Dylan groaned as he pinned her hand above her head, his hips slamming against hers as he gave her a rough and hard thrust. The lady squirted, her sensual arousal building as he drove her to an extreme stage of cloud nine.

"You like it rough, don't you?" Dylan whispered in her ears, his lips grazing her skin, giving rise to goosebumps.

"Yes - yes," she said amidst moans as his thick length slammed into her dripping cunt. Swiftly, he replaced his d**k with his fingers, delving into her warm, sultry flesh.

"Oh my," her moans dropped into a whisper as he rubbed her clit, letting his fingers get wet with her juices. Dylan pulled away briefly to remove his hand from her panties and let her taste herself off his fingers. She licked every inch of her juices, then ran her tongue over her lips, savoring the sweetness. That single act alone sent a chill of excitement down Dylan's spine.

"You're one bad slut," He mumbled as he returned to touching her, his fingers rolling around her clit, building her arousal while she nibbled her lower lips to muffle her moans.

He pulled his fingers back, his eyes holding hers in a steady gaze.

She quickly went on her knees and reached for his d**k like the needy whore she was.

Her eyes glinted with desire at the thick monstrous dick with veins which stared right at her face. Holding the base gently, she swirled her tongue around the tip, causing a low growl to erupt from the back of Dylan's throat.

"You slut." He moaned as he fisted her hair into his hand while her mouth produced slurp sounds as she continued sucking him.

Throwing his head backwards, he shoved his d**k forcefully inside her mouth and began riding, The heat of her mouth and her wetness made him moan feebly. He could already feel the pleasure building in his lower abdomen, but there was still a long way to go.

He moaned once more as she continued sucking like the pro she was. Her expertise was clear as she worked like magic, drawing another moan from him.

Dylan was none other than the handsome billionaire and sex club owner in Mexico. Every lady flock around him and is obsessed with him because of his chiseled physique, sexual prowess, and athletic build that commands attention wherever he goes.

Although he has a high taste for ladies, he doesn't take them twice. He gives them a taste of his attention, and they're hooked-returning for more, despite his elusive nature.

Once the lady had given him a nice blow job, she got on her feet and clashed her lips against his, their tongues intertwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left him breathless and wanting more.

Dylan growled as he flipped her around.

Pinning her to the table, he trailed rough kisses on her skin with his lips.

"You asked for this, Mi amor. I will ruin you till you don't feel your legs.." He whispered in her ears.

A smirk formed on her lips as she challenged him. "Ruin me, daddy. That's exactly what I want.."

He smirked and slapped her ass, causing her to shiver. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

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As the church members filed out of the dimly lit Catholic church, the warm sunlight spilled across the steps, illuminating the vibrant flowers and lush greenery surrounding the building.

The morning Mass had been particularly uplifting, with the priest's words echoing in their minds long after the final amen.

Brittany and her mother, Mrs. Nichole, walked side by side, their footsteps aligning as they made their way through the quiet neighborhood streets.

The scent of blooming lilacs and fresh-cut grass filled the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of morning dew.

Nichole smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, as she clutched the rosary tightly.

"I'm so glad we made it to Mass today," she spoke, glancing in Brittany's direction.

"Your father would have been proud." Her voice dropped into a gentle whisper, her eyes softening with nostalgia.

As they approached their parked car, she reached for the driver's side door handle, her fingers wrapping around it.

Opening the door, she slid inside and whispered, "Your dad may be gone, but I'm sure his memory lives on in our hearts."

Brittany frowned as she slid into the passenger's seat behind her. Reclining on the chair, she fiddled with her fingers, silence hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

Nichole's eyes met Brittany's in the rearview mirror, searching for a glimpse of what was bothering her daughter. "Hey, what's going on?" Nichole asked softly, her voice a gentle prompt for Brittany to open up.

Brittany's been troubled since receiving the news about her admission. It's not that she's opposed to furthering her education - she'd actually love the opportunity, especially since it would mean getting away from her strict religious mother. The real issue is that her mother made the decision about which university she'd attend without consulting her. And not just any university - a Catholic university in Indiana.

The prospect fills her with unease, not because she's uncertain about her future, but because deep down, she's wary of the strict religious environment. She knows it would mean trading one set of rules for another, limiting her freedom and autonomy, which is a prospect she can't shake off.

She'd been silently hoping she wouldn't be given admission to the great Notre Dame University, but fate had other plans, and now she's faced with the reality of attending the university her mother chose, feeling trapped and frustrated by the circumstances.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Nichole asked again, but Brittany remained lost in thought.

"Oh, Britt, snap out of it! You're going to give yourself away if you keep looking like that." Nichole's voice was firm but calm, her sharp gaze lingering on Brittany.

"I'm fine and stop being overdramatic," Brittany replied with a scoff, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and resignation.

"Ttch! Overdramatic? Don't tell me you're acting this way because of the university I chose for you?"

Nichole said, her voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism, daring Brittany to admit to her true feelings.

Grasping the steering wheels, she exhaled and said in a final tone."You better pull yourself together. You're going to Notre Dame whether you like it or not."

Silence ensued as the drive continued and then Nichole broke the silence when she remembered something..

"You know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Brittany didn't respond. Instead, she wore her earpiece and gave her an uninterested look.

"Your father's younger brother, Uncle Dylan , is returning from Mexico," Nichole said, and just then, Brittany's eyes widened in surprise, the earpiece slipping off her ear.

A warm smile spread across Nichole's stern face, softening her features slightly, but the smile seemed more like a controlled curve of her lips.

"Uncle - Dylan??" Brittany whispered, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"You heard that correctly. He'll be returning today and he's going to pay us a visit."

Nichole's words barely registered as Brittany's thoughts drifted to Dylan's handsome face and nice physique. Uncle Dylan was her late dad's adopted younger brother, so not biologically related, but her dad always considered him family, and to her, he was still Uncle Dylan .

It's been three years since she last saw him. She had harbored a secret and forbidden crush on him for what felt like forever, but she knew it was completely off-limits, and she struggled to push the thoughts away, feeling a mix of guilt and shame.

Her cheeks flushed, and she felt a sense of anticipation building, like a warm ember glowing in her chest.

"When is he arriving?" The words stumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"This evening. All you have to do is give me a call because I won't be home."

"Why?"

"I want to pay Deaconess Margaret a visit. She's sick and I haven't seen her in a while, so I think it's high time I checked in on her," Nichole replied, and then parked at the side of the road.

Nodding, Brittany alighted, her eyes flashing with understanding.

"Give me a call when Dylan arrives..." Nichole spoke before driving off across the street, the smoke from the exhaust pipe trailing behind her car as she sped away, leaving Brittany standing alone in the driveway.

Brittany squealed in excitement, her mind already racing with thoughts of Dylan's impending arrival.

Getting into their apartment, she arranged everywhere and made some snacks. But then, she felt increasingly anxious as the clock ticked by, her eyes darting towards the door every few minutes.

'2:15pm' She sighed after two hours of waiting.

While she sat to watch some movies, an intimate scene popped up, and she found herself getting horny. The sight of the video made her hard, like a bitch in heat.

She tried to control herself, but there was nothing she wanted more than relief. Relief from orgasm.

As her gaze lingered on the screen, she sat on the sofa, spreading her legs wide.

Brushing her finger around her clit, she moaned when she felt her wetness.

"Fuck!" A moan escaped her lips as she plucked a small finger in and circled her clit.

Her back arched as she fondled harder, pleasure surging through her.

"Oh, fuck..." she moaned once more, but then, her eyes which had been half closed from pleasure, widened when the door flung open.

She froze. Her finger faltered in mid-movement as her eyes landed on the figure who had just walked in.

His stern but handsome look sent shivers down her spine.

Standing before her was none other than her late father's adopted younger brother.

Dylan Rossi.

Dylan stood transfixed at the door, not a single word coming out of his mouth. He was utterly stunned that he couldn't even move an inch from where he stood.

What he saw was the least expected.

Daddy's little kitten, pleasuring herself with her own fingers.

Although he had always struggled with guilt over his feelings for her, he wouldn't deny that they still lingered deep within him. And now that he'd finally tried to get rid of thoughts about her by staying far away in Mexico, he came right back in a trap of his own making, or perhaps fate's design.

She looked so pretty, prettier than he had last seen her.

Her sleek dark hair accentuated her face with a radiant glow, but what caught his attention mostly was her buried fingers in her wet cunt.

That single sight turned him on. He could feel himself getting hard, but he tried to remain calm.

Withdrawing her fingers, she tried to stand, but the word, 'WAIT' rolled out of Dylan's mouth before he could stop them.

"I'm... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't be doing this," Brittany apologised, her face flushing from embarrassment.

Dylan closed the door and approached her, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and concern.

As he approached her, she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind, avoiding his gaze..

Shutting her eyes closed, she nibbled her lower lips, the air mixed with the scent of Dylan's cologne and her arousal.

"Please..." she whispered when she finally locked eyes with Dylan .

"What you just saw–" She paused and bit her lips. "It.. it isn't what it is. Just pretend like this never happened."

She was about to get on her feet when Dylan pushed her gently to the chair with a firm grip. He could see it. The guilt and embarrassment in her eyes, but there was something more.. something more sensual–the desire to satisfy herself.

"I should - go.." she mumbled, struggling to bear the thought of him witnessing her like this.

Dylan held her wrist, his eyes trailed up her wet cunt to her face. He knew she desired to be satisfied.

"What happened to you?" He asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

Shaking her head, she mumbled, her voice filled with pleas.. "I - I don't know. I - I just..."

"Do you need my help?" Dylan asked without a second thought.

"Yes - no!" The word slipped out of her mouth and then she paused, searching his face for any signs of sincerity, her eyes locked on his with a mix of hope and weariness.

This would be the first time a guy would see her in this state. Not just anyone, but the one person she's harboured a forbidden crush on.

Brittany was a virgin and although she often satisfied her sensual urges with her fingers, she still doesn't find fulfilment, a lingering emptiness leaves her searching for more, a sensing of longing that persists.

She's never been on dates. Has no boyfriend or whatsoever.

"Look, I'm willing to help you relieve yourself." Dylan's voice cut through the thick silence, filled with unwavering certainty.

"Are - are you sure you want to do this?" She stuttered out the question, her words hesitant, as Dylan nodded in agreement..

Exhaling deeply, she let the word slip softly from her lips, "Okay,"

As Dylan reached for her top button, she trembled, watching him undo them.

He slid his fingers in and groped her tits while her tensed muscles relaxed.

As he gave it a gentle squeeze, she moaned softly as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Fuck!" Dylan moaned when he felt her hard nipple. He brushed and rolled his finger over it, sending a spark of sensation within her.

The sight of her firm, round tit delighted him.

It was so soft and perky, and he wished he could flip her over and bury his face in them.

As he pinched her nipples, a moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, fuck.." she whispered as he rolled his thumb over it, sending a spark of pleasure through her.

He loved it.. those dirty words that slipped out of her lips along with her innocent doe eyes. They were like fire that fueled his arousal, but he made an effort to stay composed.

As he glanced at her beautiful entrance, hd looked up at her and admitted, "You're so fucking wet, kitten."

She purred when he gave her a light slap on her p**y.

"You like it, don't you?" He asked as he leaned in closer, giving her just another slap.

The gentle strike sent a jolt of electricity through her, and her voice dropped to a sensual whisper. "Yes, yes,"

As he slapped her writhing pussy once more, he asked, "Louder? You like it, don't you?"

"Yes, daddy. Yes," she replied, her breath coming out in short bursts.

"Good.." Dylan smirked and then he plucked his fingers in and brushed her clit, watching her body shiver.

"You love being a good girl, don't you?" Dylan chuckled.

"Mommy's good girl..." He added with a smirk and that was when those memories came flooding.

That was the name he often used on her and she'd admit that she doesn't like being called that. She could recall how her mom had told him of her plans to make her a chaplain, and he had always thought she would walk in that path, but now she was eager, eager to show him otherwise.

She wouldn't live by her mom's dictate.

She wasn't any mommy's good girl. She wants to be untamed, embracing her fierce side.

"You love being called that, don't you?" Dylan asked, but she didn't respond.

"Don't you?...."

"No!" Brittany replied, her tone firm. Dylan raised a brow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He loved her fierce response, and he loved the fact that she differed from what her mom envisioned. He loved the fact that she was fiery, independent and unafraid to speak her mind.

After all, she's nineteen and at an age where her own decisions should matter most.

The next thing that happened left Dylan stunned.

Brittany sat upright and slid her hands around his neck. With a smirk on her face, she pressed her lips against the crook of his neck, darting her tongue to taste that damned Adam apple that teased the hell out of her.

Her breath lingered on his skin as she gave him a soft sensual caress, her fingers sending jolts of electricity through him.

A sense of intense arousal coursed through Dylan as she stuck her tongue into his earlobe.

His d**k rocked hard, and there was a huge bulge in his pants.

It took a lot of self control for him to restrain himself from bending her over and fucking her so hard.

Damn. She's an innocent slut.

Brittany grazed his neck with her nose to sniff him, her fingers buried in his spiky hair.

Once she finally locked eyes with him, she whispered, "I'm not mommy's good girl..... I'm a REBEL"

Dylan let out a low growl as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his hands kneading and fondling her breasts, plucking at her nipples through her shirt.

Like a damned wanton, she arched and melted into his kisses, panting and wishing he could rip her shirt apart and cover her aching nipples with his mouth. That sinfully skilful mouth..

"Fuck!" He spat once they had broken the kiss, his eyes burning with intense arousal.

As he traced her curves with his fingers, he admitted, "You're one bad slut, Brit. Daddy's little slut.."

He hummed, capturing her lips once again, their tongues intertwined, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left him breathless and wanting more.

Gripping her thighs, he pulled her towards him, his bulge poking her entrance. Brittany's back arched as she moved herself against him, wanting to feel him, wishing he could release that rod and bury it deep inside her.

Dylan's face remained poised over her, panting.

Her allure, freshness, and irresistible charm captivated him. It took immense self-control to restrain his primal instincts, fearing he might overwhelm her with his intensity.

If he was to take her, he wouldn't be gentle because he was consumed by a passion that left little room for tenderness.

"I love it when you call me that.." Brittany whispered in his ears

Dylan let out a low growl as he plucked two of his fingers in her p**y once again.

He thrusted his fingers inside, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Rolling his finger slowly around her clit, she gripped his hair tightly, her body thrashing against him.

She was riding, riding on his fingers, and he loved it.

"I.... I want to cum," Brittany said amidst moans..

"Yes, cum on me. Cum on my fingers," Dylan challenged, his eyes dancing with amusement.

The lewd sound of her wetness filled the air and the room. Her body shark with pent desire.

Dylan's fingers flicked against her clit and Brittany shuddered at the intense pleasure, rocking her hips against his palm to create friction against her clit.

He pinched the bundle of flesh at the top of her mound, with his other finger exploring her p**y.

With a scream, Brittany began to cum all over his fingers. She exhaled in satisfaction when she was done, their eyes locked on each other with a heavy silence lingering in the air.

The crunch of gravel under tires from a pulling-up car shattered the stillness, and her phone's shrill ring from the sofa cut through the air.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she sensed her mom's return.

Her eyes went wide and her thoughts rearranged themselves like a damned puzzle when she realised what they had done.

Oh no.

Brittany stared at Dylan, her mind reeling from what had transpired between them. It was as if the air in the room had changed, and she could sense her mom's presence without seeing her

"I - I think my mom is back," She whispered as she informed Dylan, her heart pounding crazily against her ribcage.

Dylan nodded, taking a step back.

He got on his feet and adjusted his shirt before settling on the sofa, an awkward silence hanging heavily in the air.

As she gripped her ringing phone, she caught Dylan's eye, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. Brittany's face felt hot, and she quickly looked away, trying to break the tension.

She turned her head slightly as she looked at the window, her ears perked up. The car door's loud thud could be heard outside, followed by the sound of footsteps.

The room seemed to shrink, the silence between her mom's footsteps and her entry into the room feeling like an eternity.

Brittany's anxiety grew with each passing second, her palms growing sweaty.

The door opened, revealing her mom's stern face. Brittany tried to gauge her mood, but her expression gave away nothing.

She forced a smile.

"Hey, Mom," Brittany said finally, trying to sound casual. "Welcome back."

Itching her nape, she added, "Urm.. Uncle Dylan just got here. It's like you two planned your arrivals.." she lied, trying to keep a calm demeanor.

Nichole's lips curled into a firm smile as her eyes locked with Dylan. Smiling, he got on his feet and embraced her warmly.

"Oh, my, it's been such a long time. How was your trip from Mexico? Everything went smoothly?"

"The trip was fine. Thanks for asking.."

Nichole nodded sympathetically, her eyes glinting with delight. "You're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need to get settled. So, tell me more about your time in Mexico. I heard you returned because you have some projects you need to handle here.."

Dylan bit his lower lips as he tried to explain the situation to her in a way she wouldn't seem judgemental. The truth was, he owned a sex club both in Mexico and in the States and had only returned to monitor the progress of his club in the US.

He knows how Nichole can be judgemental, so he carefully chose his words, trying to downplay the club aspect or focus on the business side to avoid triggering her concerns.

Clearing his throat, he replied, "Well. I'm just visiting some friends back home plus, we wanted to discuss some potential business partnership."

Nichole hesitated, and then nodded. He could tell that she was still skeptical, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied his expression.

Turning to Brittany, she said, "Why not bring some snacks for your uncle, Britt?"

Brittany swallowed the huge lump in her throat as her gaze drifted towards Dylan . Nodding, she ambled towards the kitchen and got the snacks she had prepared.

"Goddamn! - I can't believe we - we did that.." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her face flushed from embarrassment.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lips so hard.

As she cranked the faucet handle, she cupped her hand beneath the gentle steam of water flowing out, feeling the cool liquid pour over her skin...

After splashing the water to her face, she stared at her reflection in the kitchen window, her face etched with guilt.

She could feel Dylan's eyes everywhere, and she could feel him at every corner of her mind.

Gosh!

"Stay calm, Britt. Try not to get flustered. Act normal." She said to herself, trying hard to calm her racing thoughts.

Holding the tray of snacks, she returned to the sitting room where her mom's laughter filled the air, momentarily easing Brittany's tension as she wondered if her mom had any idea what had just transpired.

As Brittany dropped the tray of cookies and sandwiches, Dylan 's eyes sized her up, leaving her cheeks flushed with a mix of guilt and anxiety.

The way he looked at her. Those sexy, lustful eyes of his. She felt naked under his heated gaze, his eyes felt like it was suggesting that he wanted to clear the entire table and eat her instead.

The thought of that made her core wet, her juices slipping in between her thighs.

As he tore his gaze from her, she took in the sexy breadth of his shoulders and the way the vein on his hands bulged when he poured wine in his glass.

Neither of them spoke with their mouths, but they talked a lot with their eyes.

And the strange attraction that she felt toward him made her wary.

It was wrong, and she knew that.

Even if he was adopted, he was still her uncle.

But she couldn't deny the sexual pull that lingered.

Nichole cleared her throat, gaining their attention.

Brittany felt awkward as she took a step back.

She wondered if her mom had noticed the tension between her and Dylan .

Nichole beamed with pride, her eyes locked on Dylan . "I have some exciting news to share. Brittany's been accepted to Notre Dame!"

There was a pause and then, Dylan's face lit up with a forced smile as he faced Brittany, whose expression was unreadable. "That's amazing, Brittany! Congratulations!"

Brittany smiled weakly, still avoiding his gaze. "Thanks."

Dylan turned to Nichole. "Notre Dame... Isn't that in Indiana? When is she going? This fall, right?"

"Yes. In fact, she'll be leaving next week so she can get settled on campus, attend orientation, and start getting familiar with the university before classes begin." Nicole replied enthusiastically while Dylan caught a sight of Brittany giving her an eye roll, her face etched with frustration.

He could tell that she wasn't happy with the prospect of attending Notre Dame.

Dylan broke the silence with a suggestion. "Urm. My friends live in Indiana and I'll be going there next week. If you don't mind, I'd love to drop her off to save costs."

Nichole hesitated, unsure. "Oh, Dylan , I don't know... That's a long drive."

Dylan spoke in a calm tone as he reassured her. "It's no trouble, really. I'd be happy to help."

Nichole eventually agreed. "Well, if you're sure... That would be a big help."

Dylan smiled. "Great, it's settled then." His eyes met Brittany's, and she felt a flutter in her chest.

****************

The drive to Indiana was heavy with silence and the weight of her mom's warning.

The quiet ride was a mix of sadness, pride, and anticipation as they made their way to a new chapter in Brittany's life. They filled the trunk with luggage, all packed for Brittany's new adventure at Notre Dame.

Dylan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He lowered the volume of the radio, took a deep breath, and broke the silence with a question.

"Is everything okay, Brittany? You've been quiet since morning. Care to tell me?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

Brittany's gaze drifted towards the windshield, staring at the passing landscape.

Sighing, she replied, "Just a little overwhelmed, I guess," She mumbled, her voice above a whisper

And then she turned to face him, her voice firm. "I don't know, Dylan . I just don't feel right about this."

Dylan swerved the car to a different path and stepped on the gas pedal. "You've been accepted Brittany. You're prepared for this. What is going on?"

Brittany creased her brows, her frustration evident. Pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears, she whined, "I dunno. I'm just.... It's just.. Notre Dame. It's so catholic. I don't know if I can fit in."

Dylan's expression softened, "But you're going to get a great education there.."

Brittany shook her head and sighed once again. "That's not the point. The point is.. I don't wanna be surrounded by all that religiosity, it feels..... suffocating."

Dylan nodded thoughtfully, his eyes filled with understanding. "Maybe it will be different than you think. Who knows, you might find a community that works for you."

As Dylan parked the car, Brittany's eyes held a mix of emotions. She hesitated before unbuckling her belt.

"But.. I - I don't want this. I can never fit in."

Dylan held her cheek, and stared into her eyes, "I know you can do this, Brittany. And about what we discussed the other time.."

He paused before admitting. "it's - it's not possible, Brittany."

"Why?" Brittany croaked out, her face etched with disappointment.

"I know I live close to the school, but your mom has no clue about it. I know you're thinking about staying with me instead of on-campus but I don't think that's a good idea."

"Just tell me. Why isn't it possible?" Brittany asked. "I could stay with you and-"

Dylan cut her off, "Britt, I care about you but living together.... It's not safe for you. For us. You need to focus on your studies and your life. I mean, I don't wanna be a distraction. If your mom gets to find out about your plans, you know what she's capable of. Plus, you don't know much about me..."

Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Are you saying this because you think I can't live with you? That I'm still mommy's good girl who can't make her own decisions?"

Dylan's face softened as he tried to convey that wasn't what he meant. "That's not it, Brittany. It has nothing to do with your mom or being a 'good girl.' it's about us, and the situation we're in. You know it's kinda complicated."

"Complicated? You mean because of what people might think? Or because mom wouldn't approve?"

Dylan's grip tightened on the steering wheel, unable to respond.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, he finally said, "Both, Brit. I - I don't wanna put you in a situation where you'll feel trapped or obliged to me."

Brittany nodded as her face fell, understanding dawning on her.

Alighting from the car, she whispered sadly, "Thanks for the ride."

After taking her luggages from the car, she left in silence while Dylan shoved his fingers into his hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

As Brittany made her way to the campus, she saw a young professor who tried to speak to her, but she ignored him, feeling hurt, misunderstood and frustrated at Dylan's refusal.

Brittany reluctantly settled for on-campus housing since her mom had already paid for it, and she didn't want to waste the money.

She engaged in orientation, school activities and also familiarized with some students, but her mind still drifted towards Dylan.

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A few weeks into the semester, Brittany was determined to see Dylan .

Alighting from the cab, she clutched her bag tightly as she stood in front of his mansion.

He has no clue she was coming over. Although she was aware, he had his house close to the university, he never mentioned which specific house it was.

She was able to get the address of his house after seeking a peek at his document when they were together.

Brittany gawked as she stared at his huge mansion which stood behind iron gates. Sprawling lawns spread around it and its immaculate walls screamed wealth. As she walked in, she clutched her bag tightly, her gaze flying around with a hint of amusement.

"Uncle Dylan?" She called as she walked up the stairs, her voice bouncing off the walls.

The entire place seems empty. Like he wasn't at home.

"Dylan!" she called once more. Stopping at the front of his room, she wrapped her fingers around the doorknob and pushed it open.

He wasn't in his room either.

Her eyes traced every corner as she trailed her fingers along every surface.

Ambling towards his closet, she opened it and was shocked to see series of sex objects and torture devices.

Curious, she reached for the leather paddle, violet wand, and silk blindfold. Dropping them down, she looked up and her gaze landed on a pair of handcuffs.

As she slid her hand into one of it, it locked, leaving her handcuffed to the metal railing, leaving her surprised.

"What the hell!" She mumbled, trying to free herself. With a metallic click, the second cuff locked around her other wrist, securing her to the railing and leaving her entirely trapped.

"Holy fuck!" She whispered, eyes going wide.

"Argh!" A groan escaped her lips, and she winced in discomfort as she tried slipping her hand out of the cuff.

Next, the sound of footsteps.

Gasping, she turned in the direction and was shocked to see Dylan leaning against the wall with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

He looked at her from head to toe with a smirk on his face, completely amused.

"Well.... What can I say?--"

"-This is an interesting predicament."

As he took a few steps towards her, she could feel her chest constrict.

Brushing his fingers against her skin, he whispered, "What are you doing here, Little kitten? Didn't I warn you to stay away?"

Brittany turned to look at him, her muscles relaxed as his body came in contact with her. "I - I want you," the words slipped out of her mouth, her eyes filled with longing.