His Advice

"Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down.

Shit, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits.

"It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong."

He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it.

"Cross off number eight."

"W-what?"

"Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it."

"I want to." It will help. It's different.

"No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are abused behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out."

Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club.

"Number ten, cross it out."

"Why?" What is wrong with a threesome?

"You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a threesome with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out.

"Number fifteen as well."

"People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand?

"You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out.

"Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sex in public. "Number nineteen."

"What?" What is wrong with trying bondage during sex?

"You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk."

I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things.

"Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?"

"Erm..." I swallow hard.

"Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?"

Shit. I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island.

"My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced."

I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and fucking. Are you telling me you've never had an orgasm, and he never fucked you with his mouth?"

His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sex," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sex.

"I want to fix the last two issues on your list."

My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. Shit...

"You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter."

"I..." Shit. I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?"

He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sex over my underwear.

Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset.

"I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered."

Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath.

"Ruby, why the hell did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting.

"I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet.

"In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my ass. "Your whole ass is on show. And you're wearing it out?"

I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate.

"Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body.