Lee lay down on his couch and fiddled with the controllers for his game system. He held no interest in the cartoon figures wielding guns. Instead, he was awaiting a text or call from Mari. He glanced over to his phone, which had yet to sound. It had been weeks since their last session.
It had been fantastic at the time, but now, he felt disheartened. Maybe it hadn't been excellent for her, and he pushed her too far. He doubted Mari would have told him. She was terrible with communication, a skill he had developed at therapy.
His new therapist, Dr. Ryan West, was chill and more straightforward to talk to than his previous one. On their first session, the two went into overtime after spending the first thirty minutes talking casually about the latest sports game.
His phone chimed with a notification from some app, and he dropped the controller. The cash app notification came into view, and he started to dismiss it. But her name popped up like a donor giving him a rush of blood to his racing heart.
$MariLopi55 deposited three hundred dollars into your account. The tag message read two simple words, 'Thank you.'
Lee quickly called her phone for the hundredth time.
"Come on, baby girl, pick up," he mumbled before the operator announced his call could not go through.
Lee wasn't sure what was happening tech-wise. After a while, he got curious and asked someone, and they said it was a telltale sign Mari had ghosted him.
Lee tried not to be heartbroken. What he and Mari had was a sexual connection. He hadn't even wanted to be a Daddy Dom and struggled with the delicate parts. But after a few scenes of light spankings and cuddling, she and her teddy, Lee, took fondness. He was amazed by her and the idea of being her Dom.
After the knowledge of what she had done and his understanding that he was the problem, Lee was slump-shouldered inside Dr. West's huge office. The couches in his office varied, but Lee chose the seat opposite his desk.
"No callback?" Ryan asked.
"No, umm, she blocked me on my phone or something."
"This girl was the one, huh?" Ryan empathetically asked.
"No, well. No, she was way out of my league." Lee coughed, "Hum, she was, uh, she was only 18."
A broad grin came to his face, and Ryan leaned back in his chair, "Mm, that sounds delicious. I would be heartbroken, too, bud. Young ones are my favorite."
"Yeah," Lee frowned, "She was definitely hot but it's more than that. She's funny. She's smart as hell for her age but she's got a lot of maturing to do. I enjoyed it while it lasted...."
Lee paused to close his eyes. He could see her face clearly and smiled.
"You got pussy whipped. Happens to the best of us," Ryan chuckled.
"No. It was more than sex. She was a breath of fresh air at the time. And I was in a bad bad place when I met her. I am in a good place now, but...."
"But what? Hell, you pulled one. You can pull another. We are men, Lee. Separating sex and affection, it's easy for us. Women get in their feelings and can't control their fucking emotions."
Although Lee didn't fully agree, he nodded. He had once had the same mindset but his previous therapist had urged him to open up to expressing his emotions. He felt Ryan was the opposite encouraging him to fall back into numbness.
"I mean this is what I am here for, right. Tell you how I feel." Lee chuckled off his annoyance.
"I can let you fall hard for a little cock tease, Lee. Trust me. I've had some young ones. They are easy because they want the experience. They can fuck you today and forget your tomorrow. You've got to move on and may I add finding another little sex pot."
"No, I definitely need someone on my mental level. Someone older."
"Just make sure they're down to fuck. Hell, it's better than four dates with no ass, am I right?"
Lee chuckled nervously, "Guess you're right."
Ryan pointed toward his plaque on the wall, "Oh, I know I am. Anyway, enough about that young one, hell she will probably be pregnant by some young hoodlum next time you see her. Then you can be thankful it's not your baby," he chuckled.
Lee nodded, "Yeah, man. It's a new week, and I am a new man."
One month later....
Beer cans littered Mari's kitchen area and living room. People stepped on whatever they wanted as they ventured around her crowded home in search of a can of beer or a shot of something more potent.
The substance Mari had snorted, and the shots of stale rum had her mind utterly blown, causing her to care less about the grotesque condition of her home. Dancing seductively with a skinny man, she moved her hips, clumsily popping her ass on his bulge.
A different mellow tone flowed through the air. It was a love song that surrounded her with a dull ache, and she leaned further back, relishing in his unfamiliar embrace. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, Mari bobbed her head as her body swayed against his.
"I'm taking you home tonight," the velvety voice of the stranger entered her ear.
Mari giggled as his long arms wrapped tighter around her waist.
"I live here, crazy. This is my new crib."
"You should let me stay the night."
"Mmmhmm," she moaned, euphoria rushing around her petite frame.
The guy chuckled and situated her limping body, bringing his cock to poke around the slit in her ass. As he palmed her tits in each hand, Mari cracked up at his gentle squeeze.
Mari was horny, and her pussy dripped with major thoughts of a cock between her lips. The heat between her legs sent her thoughts on a man who had fucked her to insanity and ruggedly handled her. She could see Lee as clear as day in her mind: those sparkling eyes and plump lips lined by a lightly salted beard.
"Hmm, Daddy," she whimpered.
"I'll be your daddy, baby," the stranger whispered.
Mari stepped up and away from the stranger with the idea of contacting Lee after weeks of ghosting.
The young man pulled her arm, bringing her closer, "Where are you going, baby."
"Ugh." Mari scowled when she realized the man was lanky, and his nose was far too pointy for her liking.
Without a wave of goodbye, Mari walked toward her bedroom, bumping into various guests. A plump woman didn't care for Mari's shove and pushed back with a scowl.
"Watch it, bitch!"
"Bitch? Who the fuck are you calling bitch? This is my," Mari hiccuped and caught her stumble, "This is my house. Get out if you don't like it."
"This is your crib? No wonder I saw a roach in the kitchen," the woman hunched over with laughter, as did her similarly overweight friend.
"Who the fuck are you talking to?" Mari feverishly stepped up with a matching scowl. Despite her short stature, her eyes held a malicious hue. She had fought girls bigger than this and knew one punch to the woman's gut would change her mind. Mari's drunkenness didn't account for the girl's other two flunkies.
"I am talking to you, Bitch," the girl growled.
Mari instantly felt a hand on her shoulder and looked toward her friend Sasha.
"She's just drunk. Relax," Sasha explained to the Amazon before turning back to Mari, "You need to tell everyone to get the fuck out of here," she urged, "And try not to get beat up before then. Your neighbor came by complaining, so you need to sober up and-"
Mari drunkenly interrupted Sasha's guidance, "I've got to find my phone, and I need to go...." she paused and focused on her open bedroom door, "What the fuck!"
Forgetting her fight, Lee, and her friend, Mari, marched toward her bedroom to find a couple bucking and rearing in her bed.
"Get out! Get out!"
"Mari!" Sasha ran toward her and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her tiny frame away.
"They need to get out!"
"I know. I know. Look, go in the kitchen and get some water or something. I'll get it together."
Mari drunkenly grinned, "They're fucking in my bed. I haven't even slept in it yet."
"I know. I knew when Ginger posted that shit on SnapChat that everyone would be here. I'll tell most to leave. Okay? Just go sit down before you fall."
"I'm okay," Mari fell against the wall, eyeing the open sexual scene, "I wanna join them."
"No!" Sasha shouted, "Go, sit down. You look like you're about to pass out."
