Yesterday, I was looking forward to tonight. But now that this happened, I was dreading it. I didn't know how things were going to go with Mr. Williams. How could I ever even pretend like nothing had happened? Like I didn't send my most intimate pictures to my crush's father? Like I didn't get wet when he texted me back and told me that I was sexy?

I grabbed my macroeconomics textbook from my backpack and opened it up to the chapters that I needed to study for my college exam next Monday while trying to stop thinking about tonight. Because if I did, I would get nothing done.

My phone, which I had intentionally placed facedown on the bed, buzzed. I gazed over at it, heart racing. One minute passed, then two, then I couldn't control the urge to flip it over and see Mr. Williams's name on the screen.

Mr. Williams: I look forward to seeing you tonight, Mila.

I stared at the text with wide eyes and fanned myself. My God. What did I say to that?

After deciding to ignore the text, I turned the page in my textbook and started studying. But I kept glancing over at my phone, sitting, waiting for him to send me another text.

The screen lit up with a longer message.

Mr. Williams: Are you ignoring me? I could just tell your father about those pictures if you want.

As soon as I saw his message, I picked up the phone.

Me: No! No, not ignoring you. Please don't tell my dad.

Mr. Williams: It's going to be quite difficult to keep something like this from him, but another picture might make it a bit easier.

I pursed my lips together, core tightening. He wanted another dirty picture of me? I … I couldn't. I placed my phone down and took a deep breath. I should call Ada; she would know what to do. I picked up my phone, ready to dial her number, but another text from him popped up.

Mr. Williams: I'm sitting next to your dad in a meeting right now. ;)

Fuck.

Me: Okay, okay. Just give me a second.

I scrolled through my phone, looking through all of the naked pictures of myself and trying to find one without my face in it because if this man was going to blackmail me, at least these pictures wouldn't have my face in them.

When I finally selected one, I sat on my bed, finger hovering over the blue Send button. My knees bounced up and down. I squeezed my eyes closed and sent it.

Mr. Williams: I want one with you naked and on your knees, looking into the camera.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why was this happening? How could this be happening? I sent my dirty pictures to Dad's partner and ended up in this situation.

But I really, really didn't want Dad to see or even know about the pictures. Last time he caught me sexting, he threatened to take away my college fund.

"A lady doesn't act that way," he had said.

So, I took my clothes off, knelt on the floor, and looked into the camera. My nipples were hard. My stomach was sucked in. My lips were pursed. I needed the picture to be perfect because I really, really didn't want to retake it for him.

After I sent the stupid picture, I lay on my bed. My pussy throbbed at the thought of him in his meeting, dick hard against his pants. Him trying to hide his hard-on in front of Dad. I pushed my hand in my pants, teasing my clit.

God, everything about it was so fucking hot.

A few hours passed, and he didn't text me back. I hoped that was enough to keep him over and to keep his mouth shut.

At seven p. m., Dad yelled upstairs to me, "Mila, the Williams are here."

I grabbed my phone and smoothed out my conservative navy-blue dress. Making sure all of the goodies were covered up. I didn't want Mr. Williams to get the wrong idea, especially with my family at the dinner table.

When I walked down the stairs, my heart was pounding against my chest. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, waiting for me. As soon as I stepped into the room, Mr. Williams's blue eyes pierced through mine. His cream sweater hugged his body.

Bad-boy Everett was giving me that look he always did. Deep. Dark. Dangerous. Yet all I could think about was how I took a picture of myself, sitting on my knees, breasts on full display, and eyes wide, looking like I was waiting for his father's cock.

My cheeks flushed, and I sat down next to him at the table. Only wishing that this dinner would go as smoothly as every other one had. But of course, things never went as planned.

Halfway through dinner, my phone buzzed in my lap.

Mr. Williams: Put your vibrator inside of you.

I stared, wide-eyed, at the phone and gazed up at Mr. Williams to see him in conversation with my dad.

Me: I don't have a vibrator.

After I replied, I went back to talking to Everett.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Williams look down at his phone and glance at me.

He didn't respond. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"Steve," he said, looking at my dad, "did you know that your daughter has excellent photography skills?"

My eyes widened as I glared at him, shock running through my veins. He smirked.

Dad smiled. "No, I didn't. You're interested in photography, sweetie?"

Oh, fuck me. I forced a smile on my face. "Yes."

"Why haven't we seen any of your work?" he asked.

I clenched my jaw, anger boiling inside of me. Why did he have to do this now? "I like keeping it to myself," I stated, hoping he would drop the subject.

"I have some of her pictures, if you would like to see them," Mr. Williams started.

My cheeks flushed red, and I stood up from my seat. "No! I'll go, uh … get some of my pictures that I've taken.

They're in my room. It's much better than a picture on a phone. You can't ever see anything on those things. I'll be right back," I said, leaping out of my chair.

Before I left the room, I gave Mr. Williams a pointed stare, trying to tell him that I was going to go get that damn vibrator and put it inside of me. For him.

"Fuck!" I said once I rushed into my room. "This really can't be happening."

I searched for a picture that looked semi-decent to bring down to show my parents. Luckily, I found one that Ada had taken a few years ago that she gave me.

I removed it from the frame and then grabbed my vibrator and buried it inside of me. A soft vibration pulsed through my core, and I silently cursed. This was going to be a long night.

When I made it back downstairs, I gave my parents the picture and sat with my legs crossed on my chair, my panties soaked. Mr. Williams was smirking at me.

It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him.

I'm more than happy, he said.

He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me.

"Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

I gave her a forced smile and glanced at Mr. Williams. I knotted my eyebrows together. The pressure was too much. If this continued, I was going to come apart right here in front of everyone.

Mr. Williams loosened his collar slightly and reached for his phone. I just want to bend you over this table and pound into you.

My legs trembled at his words. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep a neutral expression.

"So, Mila, when did you get into photography?" Mr. Williams asked.

I pulled my seat in, hips moving slightly against the seat itself. Everyone stared at me, waiting for my answer.

"I, uh, I started … like … maybe …" I said. I could barely focus. I pressed my breasts against the table, loving the cold feeling of marble against my nipples. "Uh …"

Mr. Williams smirked.

"Three months ago … maybe?"

"Do you like it?" he asked. I could taste his hunger from across the table.

I bit my lip and nodded my head at him. "Can I be excused? I-I have to do some … difficult homework for my economics class," I said. I needed to get this damn vibrator out of me before I came in front of my parents.

"Of course, sweetie," Mom said with a smile.

"I can help," Mr. Williams said.

"Oh." I grabbed the table, fingertips turning white, core tight. "No. I don't think-"

"Mila, he's the businessman of the company. Take advantage of him while he's here," Dad said.

I gazed at Dad, then Mr. Williams.

"I would love to help, Mila. Why don't you go show me what it is that's hard for you?"

"Okay," I said quietly. I jumped out of my seat, crossing my legs over one another and stumbling out of the room.

Mr. Williams followed me upstairs. As soon as I entered my room, I leaned over my bed and moaned softly. God, it felt so good.

He closed the door softly behind me and pushed me onto the bed. The bed dipped next to me. He grazed his fingers inside of my thigh, making me clench even harder.

And as his fingers skimmed across my wet panties, I whimpered. He slipped a finger inside and began rubbing circles around my clit.

"Mr. Williams, I-I …" I stuttered.

I moaned out as he pulled the vibrator out of me. His warm breath fanned my neck, and he peppered wet kisses down it. Leaning over on one of his elbows, he pushed his fingers inside of me. I gripped on to his wrist as he thrust them deeper.

The sound of my tightness being thrust into over and over made me wetter.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of me and placed them on my lips. "Suck on it," he demanded.

I wrapped my lips around his fingers and sucked my wetness off as I gazed at him through my lashes. He took a deep breath and closed his hungry eyes as he undid his belt.

"Fuck, Mila." He crawled off of the bed, pulled down his pants, and smirked down at me.

His fingers gripped my underwear from underneath my dress, and he slowly pulled them off of me. He brushed his fingers down the insides of my thighs. I stood, craving his touch, and pressed my lips to his.

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me back with it. "Turn around."

I turned around and placed my hands on the bed. With one hand, he fingered the bottom of my dress and pulled it up. With the other, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to arch my back. He rubbed his hardness against my entrance.

"Please," I whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams."

He pushed himself into me slowly. I clenched the bedsheets in my hand as his thick length filled me. He wrapped an arm around my torso and groped my breast through my dress, softly tugging on my earlobe.

"You have no idea how much power I have over you, Mila," he murmured. He thrusting into me. "Anything I want, you can and will give me, or do you want me to show your father the naked picture you sent to me?."

I gripped the bedsheets harder, thrusting my hips back against his. "What do you want?"

"You, on your knees, in front of me."

Mr Williams pulled himself out of me, and I turned to him and knelt. He stroked his erection. "Stick out your tongue. You're going to swallow for me."

My toes curled. I gazed up at him, fingers rubbing my wetness. He took my chin in his hand, and I opened my mouth. His juice sprayed over my face, completely missing my mouth. When he released my jaw, I wiped his juice off with my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

He smirked down at me and pinched both of my nipples in his fingers, pulling me up. I stumbled back onto the bed. He pushed his fingers inside of me again.

Someone knocked on my door.

"How's everything coming along in there?" Dad asked.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.

"It's coming along." Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. "Isn't it, Mila?"

My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me. "Yes," I said.

I listened-quite distantly-to Dad's footsteps padding away. And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.

When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.

Dad smiled at me as we entered. "Did you finish?"

My face flushed red, and I nodded my head. "Yeah, Mr. Williams is going to have to help me more often. He is really great at it."

I sat back down, and he took his seat as well.

Dad turned to Mr. Williams. "Would you mind if I saw those pictures Mila sent you of her photography? I know you love buying new artwork and commissioning photography, but I didn't know my daughter was such an artist, and I want to see more."

Mr. Williams smirked across the table at me.

"Dad, you don't want to see them," I said, digging my fingers into my palms.

Mr. Williams took out his phone. "Come on, Mila. Have some confidence in yourself. They are amazing."

I sat in my Entrepreneurship Intermediate class, watching Professor Reynolds prepare the materials for today's class.

It was a Saturday morning, and Reynolds decided to tell us last minute that we'd get extra credit for attending a guest lecturer's presentation this morning. About half the class was there, a good twenty-five people in the decent-sized classroom.

Most didn't need to be here, but I did. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed the extra credit. I had been sliding by with a C-minus all semester-and that was me trying really, really hard. Studying for hours every night.

Listening intently to every single lecture. I just sucked at taking the exams, which was killing me.

"He should be here any minute now," Professor Reynolds said, gazing down at his watch.

I tapped my thumb against my phone screen, staring between it and the door. Everett was supposed to be here, enduring this stupid hour-long lecture with me.

The screen lit up, no messages on it, making me excited for no reason at all. I pressed my thumb to the home button and opened my messages, gaze lingering on his.

It had been one long week since Mr. Williams had dinner at my house, had come into my room, and had fucked me hard while my whole family sat at the kitchen table.

He hadn't asked for another picture. He hadn't asked for me to text him again. Everything was too silent from him, and that made my heart race. Every night, I waited for Dad to say something to me about him, but he hadn't said a single word.

Wetness pooled between my legs as I stared at all the messages we had sent back and forth. The pictures of me topless and on my knees for him.

My whole naked body on full display for him to jerk off to every night. His hand around his thickness stroking it to me, thinking about the way he felt inside of me, pumping in and out and in and out, faster and faster. Tugging on my nipples. Touching my clit.

I closed my eyes, the pressure in my core building higher and higher, and I hadn't even touched myself yet. The door opened, and I tried my hardest to push away the dirty thoughts of Everett's dad when I was about to see Everett.

After opening my eyes, I smiled widely at Everett, who strolled into the room with Mr. Williams. Mr. Williams's gaze shifted around the entire room, then eventually landed on me. His eyes lit up for the briefest moment, the corner of his lip curling into a smirk.

I pressed my lips together. He was our guest speaker? Great. Great. Great. I tore my gaze away from him, pinning a tight smile on my face when Everett slid into the seat next to me.

"Hey, babe."

Babe. The nickname he gave everyone who was even remotely attractive to him.

"Your dad is the guest speaker?" I asked, brows furrowed together.

He rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and crossed his big arms over one another, making his biceps bulge.

"Yep."

From his one-worded response, I could tell that he didn't particularly like that fact. Everett wasn't close to failing this class, but his father must've made him come.

Professor Reynolds and Mr. Williams spoke for a few moments in the front of the room. I grasped my phone hard in my hand until my knuckles turned white.

This was not how I was expecting my day to start out. I just wanted a relaxing Saturday for the first time since this semester started. Not one where I was flustered for a whole hour.

I couldn't ignore the warmth pooling between my legs.