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AVERY
Samuel’s words continuously run through my mind the rest of the day. Kneeling on the rice wasn’t as bad as I had expected, but the look in his eyes as he administered my punishment will stay with me for a while.
“He was so disappointed,” I mumble to no one as I enter the sorority house.
Lucky for me, everyone is still in class. There are perks to being an early riser. I get the entire house to myself for most of the afternoon.
As I drag myself up the stairs, my cell phone pings.
Who the heck is messaging me now?
As soon as I step into my room, I drop my bag on the bed and pull out my phone. Unlocking the screen, I notice a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown: How are your knees?
I close the message and double check the number. Samuel.
My stomach flutters with feelings I can’t place. He’s texting to check on me. Does that mean he cares?
I quickly banish the thought, not wanting my heart to get involved. I want sex. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. If I start having feelings for Samuel, it will end in nothing but heartache.
I take a deep, cleansing breath before re-opening the message and typing out my response.
Me: I’m all right. Thanks for checking in on me.
I toss my phone on the bed and head toward the bathroom. One perk of being in the sorority for three years is having my own bathroom. No more shared space or waiting for one girl to finish getting ready. I also don’t have a roommate, which makes living here even better.
In the bathroom, I pull out a first aid kit from underneath the sink. Now that he mentioned it, my knees are a little sore. I take a seat on the edge of the tub to examine them. There are a few small abrasions from the rice on both of my knees and even some bruising, but nothing anyone else would notice.
As soon as I get the cuts cleaned up, I plan on treating myself to a long hot bath.
I love most of my sorority sisters, but I’m used to being on my own. Growing up in Scottsdale, I had the best of everything thanks to wealthy parents. But they were never around. When I was younger, I had a nanny named Judith who raised me since my mother was never around. She was the one who cooked and cleaned and gave me advice about boys.
She’d have a fit if she knew what Samuel and I had done together. I can’t help the soft giggle that escapes my lips when I think about the time Judith found my hot pink vibrator during my freshman year at Danville. She came up to visit me during family weekend, and I was so proud of getting into the sorority that I forgot to hide my toys.
After that, I always cleaned up after myself.
My phone pings again, shaking me out of my thoughts.
Samuel.
I can’t believe I almost called him Daddy, but it felt so natural. The word practically fell off my tongue without a second thought. I love it when he calls me his dirty girl, but he’s definitely my dirty Daddy.
I push myself off the edge of the tub and head back into my room, trying to stop myself from checking my cell phone. Samuel can squirm like a worm on a hook.
Except patience was never my virtue, and all too soon, I’m scrambling for my phone.
Samuel: Take a picture. I want to see what they look like.
That’s an odd request. I take a seat on the edge of my bed before bringing the camera up and taking a picture of each knee.
Once I’m satisfied with the pictures, I attach them to a message and hit send.
Me: I just got finished cleaning them up. Just like I said, nothing majorly wrong. Just a few cuts.
He immediately responds.
Samuel: Good girl. Take some painkillers before bed. You may not feel it now, but you will ache in the morning.
