sakura
“Welcome to Plaything Pleasures. Can I help you?”
Cheeks flushing, I pulled my hat down so the man at the counter couldn’t see my face and quickly walked into an aisle of dildos. “Um, no thank you,” I said, hoping that he didn’t recognize me.
I had driven three towns over to go to my first sex shop. I needed a toy to use for tomorrow during class, really wanting to please Mr. Avery. I wanted something almost as big as him that I could stuff up inside me and ride—even after class was over.
Walking through the aisle, I stopped at the extra-large dildos that were basically, like, twice the size of any human dick. They looked like they’d belong to a monster or alien or a creature from out of this world.
After deciding that I wouldn’t be putting that up inside me, I stopped in front of the large dildos and pressed my thighs together. Long, thick, and with ridges. God, I wanted Callan inside me so badly right now.
I didn’t know if I could wait until tomorrow to stuff this inside me and touch myself at the thought of him. I bit my lip to hold back a whimper and grabbed the biggest one as close to his size as I could find.
It looked like an actual dick with veins and ridges and even had a suction cup at the end.
Shuffling up to the register, I slid it across the counter and didn’t look him in the eye as he scanned the item. After pulling out a hundred-dollar bill—because I wasn’t putting this on a card—I handed it to the man.
Once he slid a bag and my change across the counter and told me to have a good day, I hurried to my car and slammed my door shut. After stuffing my new toy into my glove box, I blew out a deep breath and pulled off my hat.
Thirty minutes later, I sat in a booth at Mustang Ranch with a vanilla milkshake in front of me. Ichika was supposed to meet me for dinner at six tonight, and I had gotten here way too early. I just didn’t want to be home when Mom finished work. She was supposed to be off early tonight.
Kicking my legs back and forth under the table, I sipped on my shake, finished the last bit of homework I had for Calculus on my laptop, and pulled off my computer glasses. After stuffing them into their case, I closed my laptop and set my phone down on top of it.
Callan drifted through my mind. I knew nothing of the man. But I sure as hell wanted to.
Because I couldn’t help myself, I picked up my phone, typed Callan Avery into Google, and clicked on Images. After pictures of him at Redwood Academy, there were a couple of him and his wife, dated from five years ago.
Long strawberry-blonde hair, petite, bright green eyes, Georgina Harleen-Avery was perfect. Not to mention, she had curves in all the right places—breasts, hips, and even her goddamn lips. This picture pinned them as the it couple.
Me compared to her? Ha.
The only thing I sorta had were wide hips. My ass? Flat. My chest? Flat. My face? Not as interesting, kinda boring and average compared to hers. Why would Callan ever cheat on her with someone like me?
A guy like him could have any woman.
I scrolled further down the search results and spotted another picture of Callan and Georgina, pictured with Ethan Harleen—billionaire and the father of Redwood’s bad boy, Blaise Harleen. My eyes widened slightly when I realized that Ethan and Georgina were related. Maybe even siblings. They both had that same money-hungry sneer.
“Looking at pictures of him?” Ichika hummed as she walked up to me, a huge grin stretched across her face.
Cheeks warming, I shoved my phone into my purse and shook my head. “No!”
“Let me see him,” she teased. “Please!”
My cheeks flushed, and I shooed her away. “No! Not now. I promise, one day.”
She sat down across from me and took a menu from the center of the table. “Is there a reason you don’t want to tell me who it is? You know, I know, like, nobody in your grade. And I’ve spilled all my dirty secrets to you.”
Swallowing hard, I furrowed my brow.
If I lied, she’d see right through me.
She grinned like a maniac. “There is, isn’t there?! Is he, like, a bad boy or something?”
No, Ichika, he is my freaking teacher!
“Ichika, please,” I whispered, glancing around. “I can’t tell you here.”
After she stared at me for a moment, her smile dropped. “This is serious, serious.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s serious, serious.”
Ichika leaned forward and lowered her voice even more. “Is it a teacher?”
I pursed my lips and stared down at my milkshake, nerves building up inside me. I didn’t want her to tell anyone, especially my dad. Everyone would judge me for this because what I was doing was wrong.
It was all so wrong. And I hated myself for it, but I didn’t want to stop.
Callan Avery was the only person to ever give me attention like this.
“Sakura,” Ichika scolded me when I didn’t answer. “Are you serious?”
I grabbed her hand from across the table and held it in both of mine. “Please, don’t tell anyone. I know I need to stop this. I know it can’t happen again. I know it’s so wrong. But don’t tell my dad, please.”
“You both can get into so much trouble,” she whispered. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m not thinking. At all! Please, don’t tell anyone.”
She shook her head. “I won’t, but please, be careful. Tell me if anything happens, if you need me for anything. And know that, at some point, it will have to end. You can’t date this guy, whoever it is.”
Dropping my gaze, I stared at the table between us. I couldn’t date Callan. I had known that from the very start, but … part of me wanted to. He had become so jealous, so possessive of me, especially in class.
But we would never ever be able to be together like a normal couple.