The first date was going well. He was funny, attractive, smart, and attentive—her only concern was, Is he into me?

Danni had been on a few dates in the past year since breaking up with her childhood sweetheart. Frankly, while she had matured… he hadn’t. Now, she had the flat she could barely afford and the job that just about covered the bills. She spent her spare time hanging out with a small but close group of girlfriends or pampering herself—sometimes both. She read a lot, watched true-crime series on Netflix, and cooked.

Oh, and Reddit. Mostly when bored, she’d browse, comment on, and post to her favourite subs. It passed the time. Once in a while, when feeling especially frustrated, she’d browse and comment on less wholesome topics—mostly involving some funny little kinks she had.

As they left the restaurant, he thanked her for a really good night. “Would it be okay to kiss you now?” he asked, barely waiting for her to whisper “Okay.” Maybe he is attracted to me, she thought.

The kisses were gentle and warm, though his hands showed more intensity as they ran firmly and unashamedly over her shirtdress. She couldn’t help but breathe deeply as his lips and hands explored her. Several minutes passed.

“I should get you a taxi home, Danni,” he murmured in her ear, pausing the embrace. “Oh, okay,” she replied, wondering if maybe he wasn’t that attracted to her after all. “Hey, you’re welcome back to mine for a drink if you’d like—I just didn’t want to seem pushy.”

Having accepted his offer, they took the short walk back to his rented apartment. They’d started chatting on Reddit only a few weeks earlier, sparked by a shared interest on some mundane lazy-Sunday post. She’d chatted with guys on Reddit before, but they always turned out to be kids, idiots, or liars—sometimes all three—long before a date was arranged. This time, she’d been pleasantly surprised and had agreed to a date with him, while he was in town for the weekend visiting family.

They entered the apartment, and she took his coat from around her shoulders and hung it up—he’d wrapped her in it during the walk home, sensing she was cold. “Thanks for lending me your coat; that was really sweet,” she told him.

Eventually finding the corkscrew, he opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass. They sat on the sofa, Danni instinctively curling up beside him, with one of his strong arms draped across her body and his big hand gently stroking her bum. “I hope this is okay?” he asked, to a nod of approval.

“So, how is the date going so far?” Danni asked him after half an hour of increasingly tension-filled but gentle affection on the sofa. “Really well, Danni, I hope. Although I have to admit, I laughed a little when you kept going on about your ex—you know that’s not exactly a first-date topic!” he replied, with a big smile and a firmer pat on her bum. “Oh god, I’m so sorry—I know that’s not a great look,” she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious for making such a faux pas. After all, she’d have hated it if he’d talked about his ex.

Quickly forgotten, the two continued to finish their wine and talk about their travels—favourite destinations, best memories, and so on. The conversation was easy, and they were both enjoying themselves.

Then, a new topic arose. “Danni, I couldn’t help but notice that you occasionally comment on some naughty things on Reddit…” he said, as her cheeks filled with blood and her previously intense gaze turned shy. “Oh, you know, that’s just me being silly,” she responded. Silence loomed for several seconds… “They sounded pretty hot to me,” he finally said.

Removing the wine glass from her hand and placing it beside his, he asked Danni to stand up and face him. Suddenly, a sense of dread filled her—What is this all about? Standing in front of him in his seated position, his legs were now either side of hers. His hands reached up and slowly started to unbutton her shirtdress, top to bottom. “Is this okay?” he asked, to which she responded with a little nod.

The shirtdress slipped to the floor around her feet. His hands ran down her waist and thighs, with words of approval leaving his lips. He stood up and led her to the large window overlooking the street. The blinds were already closed.

Opening the blinds a little, he asked, “Should we explore one of those kinks—the public sex one?” She blushed even harder. Running one of his hands down her stomach and under the waistband of her thong, he found she was already quite wet from their increasingly passionate messing around on the sofa. Bringing his hand back up, he gently placed two wet fingers on her lips, slowly slipping them into her mouth. She instinctively sucked them, only to find the fingers being removed and placed into his own mouth. “You taste good,” he said softly.

His hand disappeared down the front of her thong again, his fingers gently playing with her clit while their lips met once more. The kissing grew more intense now, more hungry. She felt her body sink into his hand.

With her eyes closed, she became ultra-aware of her other senses—the feel of his hand, the warmth of his lips, and the noise from the street on the other side of the partially open blinds. A rush of excitement filled her body.

Starting to gently moan, she felt his hand urging her clit toward a climax. Feeling it approach, she whispered, “Don’t stop.” The feel of his other hand gliding up her back sent shivers down her body. Then, the sudden jolt of his hand wrapping around her hair and tugging.

She gasped, opening her eyes. He smiled at her, removing his hand from inside her thong and reaching over to the blinds. “I don’t think…” she began to say, but was interrupted with another hair tug and the blinds being thrown fully open. Now, in full view of the street, he pulled her thong down to her knees and resumed playing with her clit.

His hand, grasping a large fistful of her hair, forced her to look out at the street. She could see people walking home from bars and gigs, passing only metres in front of her. Thank god they didn’t seem to notice her, stripped down to her bra and with her thong around her knees.

The grip around her hair tightened as his fingers continued to work her now-engorged clit. He kissed her neck passionately, letting out low grunts as she moaned louder, nearing orgasm. “Danni, come for me,” he demanded.

Her eyes flickered, and her knees gave way as she finally gave in to the sensation. She tried to stifle her loud moans, fearing that someone in the street would hear and look up at the window. She shuddered as the orgasm finished, his big arms wrapping around her to keep her on her feet.

“I hope no one saw me,” she said. “Oh, I’m sure they did—showing off that beautiful body to everyone, you bad girl,” he replied in a deep, chastising tone.

Leading her away from the window and removing her bra and thong fully, he gestured for her to kneel. “Now, should we talk about this oral fixation of yours?” She didn’t get to answer before his cock, throbbing inches from her face, replaced the question. She began to stroke and kiss it.

She felt his hands on the back of her head, urging her to take him in her mouth. The tempo increased until she felt her face was being taken, with her eyes watering and the occasional gag escaping her. She began to slip into another world, one where she felt entirely owned by this man standing over her. He pulled back for a moment and—SLAP. Her face tingled, and a single tear traced down her cheek, smudging her mascara. He resumed, filling her mouth again. Time seemed to stand still as she fingered herself, feeling completely surrendered. “Good girl,” he grunted.

Unaware of how much time had passed, she felt herself lifted to her feet. A hand clasped around her neck, restricting her breathing, and—SLAP. Panic briefly struck her, her mind racing and her eyes wide open. “Don’t worry; I’ll look after you,” he whispered in a more gentle tone this time. He smiled again and gently kissed her lips. She believed him.

Led to the bedroom, he picked up her handbag along the way. She didn’t question why. Thrown onto the bed, his heavy hands spanked her bum several times, guiding her into position—lying on her front, a pillow under her hips. The sting of each strike quickly subsided, leaving only a tingling warmth.

“That comment you made a few days ago on Reddit, about not being on birth control and ovulating soon… was that true?” he whispered in her ear. Looking back over her shoulder, she confirmed her misguided 2 a.m. comment was indeed the truth. She could see his eyes running over her wide hips and slim waist, like he was sizing up her young fertility. “Good,” he finally said.

For the next 15 minutes, her world was a blur. On hearing that she was ovulating and unprotected, he seemed to grow even larger and more intense. He powered above her, deeply taking her as she lay there, face down in the pillow. Once in a while, she lifted her head and swore she could almost smell the testosterone.

At some point, her phone was removed from her bag, and he used her finger to unlock it. With one hand pressing her down powerfully, holding her in place, he held the phone up with the other. “I’m going to record me breeding you and send it to your ex—show him what he’d have done if he was a real man,” he growled. She didn’t respond, her hands gripping the sheets around her tighter.

She felt his heavy thrusts, his occasional hard slaps on her bum, and the relentless intensity as he continued to hold her in place. At some point, she orgasmed again, her moans muffled by her face buried in the pillow. It was her first ever orgasm from penetration alone. Then she felt his eventual release, deep inside her, as he continued to unload heavy spurt after spurt, filling her with warmth. She wasn’t sure he’d ever stop.

His grunts subsided, though not entirely, as he left her propped up with the pillow under her hips. He covered her with the bed sheet, lying by her side, gently stroking her back and bum. He kissed her head, the back of her neck, and her cheeks, whispering, “Good girl,” over and over. He finished by saying, “You’ll make a great mom.” She felt warm, full, and safe, and soon drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up late, he was already gone. She’d sensed him moving in the night but was too deeply asleep to register it fully. The apartment was tidied, and her clothes were neatly folded on the side. She found a note telling her to take her time and shower—no rush to leave.

Locating her phone, she noticed it was in airplane mode, and the video from last night hadn’t been sent anywhere. She thought about deleting it for a moment but ultimately left it. When she switched airplane mode off, several messages popped up—the last from him. It read: “Thank you for last night, beautiful. Hope you feel good this morning. Let’s meet up again tonight if you’d like? I know a really good bar. x”

She began typing a response, smiling to herself. In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of the word "MINE" scrawled on her bum in marker, spotting the Sharpie left on the bedside cabinet. She smiled even harder.

// THE END