Dear Hungry Wolf: The Matchmaker Series Page 2

  Chapter 4

  Tillie

  I’ve been checking my PO Box almost every day, hoping to hear back from my Hungry Wolf, and my letter finally came today. I tore it open and read right through it, and my heart skipped a beat when he said he knows how to have fun in many ways. It could mean so many different things but I won’t know until I respond to Grace and continue forward with messaging, which I did before I left school this afternoon. As soon as she approves everything, we can begin chatting online….and then, hopefully, meet in person.

  Locking myself in my room for the night, I tell my brother that I have studying to do for an upcoming test in hopes that I’ll get to instant message with Cole. I’m so excited to know his name! Cole is my Hungry Wolf.

  This is a lot of fun and even though he didn’t tell me much about himself, I’m kind of glad because he’s right—the element of mystery makes it so much more appealing and provocative. Although, I do wonder why he’s being so secretive about himself and why he wouldn’t want me to know more about who he is. But, maybe he’s waiting until we can start chatting online or on the phone. I have no clue.

  While I stay logged into the dating site, I’m having the hardest time stopping myself from staring at the screen so I decide to work on a paper that I have due in my history class next week, but it’s so hard to concentrate. After a few hours go by, I forget that I’m even logged in until I hear a chime go off.

  It’s him! He must be messaging me!

  I race to click the tab and see that I’m right! A little chat box is open and it says Hungry Wolf is typing but he’s already sent one message, which I eagerly read.

  Hungry Wolf: Hello, Miss Innocent. How are you doing today?

  I want to tell him how excited I am to hear from him but decide to wait until his next message comes through before I say anything but the bubble dots disappear, so I decide to respond to his first message.

  Miss Innocent: Hi, Cole! I hope it’s okay that I call you by your first name. My day has been great, how about yours?

  Hungry Wolf: I didn’t give you permission to use my first name but it’s interesting that you would call me that.

  I’m worried that I’ve crossed the line by calling him Cole and begin to backtrack.

  Miss Innocent: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, Hungry Wolf.

  Hungry Wolf: No offense taken but I think we should set some ground rules, don’t you?

  Miss Innocent: Like what, Hungry Wolf?

  It’s only our first chat but I like the fact he seems dominate and wants to set rules. It adds to the mystery which makes this so much more fun.

  Hungry Wolf: First, you will only call me Cole when appropriate, and in return, I will call you Miss Innocent. Second, I think we should learn more about each other and I’d still like to know if you think you can handle what an older man can offer you?

  I gulp. Holy crap, this guy is serious! And I don’t know whether that’s a good thing or bad thing.

  Miss Innocent: How will I know when it’s okay to call you by your first name? I don’t mind if you use mine. And as far as being able to handle an older man, I can’t honestly say because I’ve only dated one guy and we were about the same age, but the age difference does appeal to me.

  Hungry Wolf: You’ll know when it’s okay because we’ll talk about that later. And you’ve only ever dated one boy or you were only in one serious relationship? Given that you’re 22, I don’t see how you’d only have dated one person. It seems….unbelievable.

  Miss Innocent: Yes, I’ve only dated one person, very briefly. My parents never allowed me to date and sent me to an all-girl high school, and then when I graduated they tried setting me up with this boy who I wasn’t interested in.

  Hungry Wolf: But you said you’re about to graduate college. Surely, you’ve dated a boy or two over the last four years, right?

  Miss Innocent: No, unfortunately. When I started college, they made me move in with my older brother who watches me like a hawk. All of my focus has been on my studies.

  Hungry Wolf: Interesting. So, aside from dating, have you had any casual relationships?

  I’m not sure what he means by that but I think he’s talking about sex partners. Gawd, I feel like such a loser because I’ve never even kissed a boy, let alone have sex with one! I’m too scared to answer the question so I don’t. Instead of replying, I sit and wait. A few minutes go by before he messages me again.

  Hungry Wolf: Are you still there? Or are you just not answering my question? I don’t like being ignored.

  I don’t know why I feel like I should obey him but I do. Some might think he’s a jerk but it’s turning me on because I think his take-charge attitude is sexy. It contrasts Simon so much and I’m glad that he’s nothing like him.

  Miss Innocent: Yes, I’m here. I’m not sure how to answer your question.

  Hungry Wolf: I’ll cut to the chase. Are you telling me that you’re a virgin?

  My eyes grow wide. I can’t believe how direct he’s being! And now I’m really embarrassed to answer him. Obviously, a man of his age has experience and here I am, 22, and have no experience. Holding my breath, I finally reply to him.

  Miss Innocent: Yes. I’m a virgin.

  Hungry Wolf: That’s not a bad thing. You seem ashamed of it. Are you?

  Miss Innocent: I didn’t say it was a bad thing but, yeah, kind of. I don’t know anyone my age who still is and I feel like I’m behind everyone else if that makes sense.

  Hungry Wolf: You shouldn’t be, and I like the fact that you are.

  I’m surprised that he doesn’t view me as a baby and likes the fact that I’m still a virgin. I thought for sure an older man would be put off by a woman with no experience.

  Miss Innocent: Can I ask you a question?

  Hungry Wolf: Go ahead.

  Miss Innocent: Why do you like the fact that I’m still a virgin? I would’ve thought you’d prefer someone with experience or a girl who knew how to please a man.

  Hungry Wolf: I appreciate that you’re pure. It tells me that you value yourself and that you’ve listened to your parents, which means you’re obedient—and I like that even more.

  Miss Innocent: Well I like that you seem dominate and all the mystery that surrounds you. Would you be okay with exchanging pictures? I want to know what you look like.

  It takes him a minute to respond which makes me worried but then I see the message bubbles appear.

  Hungry Wolf: We can but I’d like to wait a little longer and get to know each other better.

  I still don’t understand why he has reservations about exchanging pictures but I decide to send him one of me anyway.

  Hungry Wolf: Wow! You’re gorgeous! Are you sure you’ve only dated one guy? I don’t see how this is possible. One might think you’d have every guy in St. Louis banging down your door.

  Miss Innocent: You don’t believe me? I’d let you meet my parents but then….you’d have to meet my parents. LOL If you did, you’d understand. They’ve always been very strict on me.

  Hungry Wolf: So tell me why a good, obedient girl like yourself is finally breaking the rules? What would they think of you using a dating service? What would they think that I’m fifteen years older than you?

  I bite my lip because I know the answer: they’d kill me! But sometimes you have to do what makes you happy and say screw everyone else, even if it means making your parents unhappy. I can’t keep living a sheltered life forever. Where would I be when I’m 25 or 30? It’s time to start living my life how I want.

  Miss Innocent: I think my parents would probably kill me—if they didn’t have a stroke first—and I don’t care what they think about the age difference. I feel like I’ve lived under their rules long enough and it’s time for me to take charge of my life.

  Hungry Wolf: Sounds to me like you like challenges so I’m going to give you one right now.

  My pulse kicks up a few hundred notches and I suddenly feel giddy again. I can’t explain why he ma
kes me feel this way but I like it!

  Miss Innocent: What’s your challenge? :)

  Hungry Wolf: I challenge you to tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies.

  Oh gawd! I barely know him or anything about him and he wants me to tell him one of my dirtiest fantasies? I don’t know if I can! Of course, I’m not even sure what my dirtiest fantasy even is.

  Miss Innocent: Omg. This is embarrassing.

  Hungry Wolf: Just say it. What could be so embarrassing?

  Miss Innocent: I can’t! I’m not even sure what it would be.

  Hungry Wolf: Does the cat have your tongue?

  Miss Innocent: It’s just that I’ve never really talked about sex with anyone. IDK, I don’t think I can.

  Hungry Wolf: You can talk to me about it, and if you play your cards right, maybe I can make your fantasies come true.

  Oh my God! I can’t wipe this stupid grin off my face! I’m so glad that he can’t see me right now.

  Miss Innocent: It’s hard to say, honestly, but I know that I want to be dominated in the bedroom and maybe do a little role playing? Gawd, I feel so stupid saying this stuff. Why are we even having this conversation? Lol

  Hungry Wolf: It wasn’t so hard to say, was it? And you want to be dominated and role play, huh? You’re a little firecracker, aren’t you?

  Miss Innocent: What do you mean?

  Hungry Wolf: You’re not saying all that you want and I don’t know why but I have to admit, I like it.

  Miss Innocent: Maybe I’m trying to be as secretive as you. ;)

  We end up chatting for over an hour and just when I’m about to fall asleep, he asks to meet. My adrenaline spikes once more and I sit straight up in bed. There’s no way I can go to sleep now!

  Miss Innocent: When?

  Hungry Wolf: Tomorrow. I have a meeting at 3 o’clock but I should be done by 5, if not before then. We can meet at Lombardo’s for drinks and dinner.

  Is he serious?! I’m not ready to meet tomorrow!

  Miss Innocent: Oh, I don’t know if I can do that. What would I tell my brother?

  Hungry Wolf: I’m sure you’ll think of something. I’ll see you at Lombardo’s at 5:30.

  And then he signs off. My jaw is still hanging open that he actually wants to meet tomorrow night. For most people this probably wouldn’t be a problem but I never leave the house and when I do, Ethan always asks where I’m going and what time I’ll be back. Man, I didn’t think this one through. I don’t know what I’m going to do.

  Chapter 5

  Cole

  Little Miss Innocent is going to have to start making decisions for herself and I’m putting her to the test. We’ll see how much she’s willing to bend and break rules and how obedient she is.

  And for fuck’s sake! When she showed me her picture, I never imagined she’d be so beautiful. She could be a model with those looks and here she’s been, locked away all these years by her overbearing parents. I have some serious reservations with people who shelter their children to the point that they have no life experiences.

  But don’t you worry, Miss Innocent, because we’re about to change all that. I took the liberty of making private reservations at Lombardo’s this afternoon when they opened. For the average person, this would be impossible, but given my social status, I can make things happen just by picking up the phone.

  At 5:30 sharp, I see her walking through the crosswalk. She looks even more amazing in person! Her long brown hair bounces in the cold February breeze but all my eyes can seem to focus on are her pouty lips and dark lashes. She looks like a doll.

  My doll.

  To wind up and play with.

  She won’t be so innocent when I get through with her. Even through her long, form fitting skirt and tailored jacket, I can see every curve of her sexy body. Oh, Tillie, you’re going to be in so much trouble when I get my hands on you. She’s lucky I didn’t have her come to my home for a private dinner because then we’d both be in trouble. Maybe meeting in a public place was the best idea I’ve had to save her innocence for just a bit longer.

  I watch her walk in and speak with the hostess instead of rushing right up to her because I want to see how she behaves and handles herself when she’s in over her head. So far, I’m very pleased. With her head held high, she confidently says, “Yes, I’m here for my 5:30 dinner reservation.”

  Before the hostess can ask her any questions, I interrupt because I know she’ll ask for the last name—and that’s the last thing I want her to know at the moment. For now, her knowing Cole is enough.

  “Good evening, Tillie, I’m so glad you could make it,” I say, smiling at her as I usher her away from the hostess.

  “Cole?” She asks, looking up at me with her big, beautiful chestnut eyes.

  Pulling out her chair, I wait for her to be seated before sitting across from her. “It’s my pleasure to meet you,” I kiss her hand. “You’re even more gorgeous in person.” Her cheeks become rosy as she tries to look away but I won’t let her. “Ah-ah,” I say, tipping her chin back in my direction. “Don’t try to hide from me. Let me look at you.”

  Blushing, she finally faces me and murmurs, “You’re very handsome.”

  She seems shy but I know what’s underneath her exterior. When she said she was looking for a dominate male and was interested in role playing after I’d seen her picture, I’d already started thinking of all the things I could do to her in the bedroom. Seeing her little innocent act has lit a fire under me that I can’t extinguish. I can’t wait to strip away all of the shyness and innocence and turn her into my little obedient princess whom I can spoil and ruin.

  I order a bottle of wine as we look over the menu but I can’t help but think she’s all I want for the main course and dessert. I have to refocus my attention so I bring up her schooling.

  “You said you’re graduating with a degree in fine arts, is that right?”

  “Yes, I want to teach art. It’s always been a dream of mine to work to become a graphic designer,” she says. Her voice is so soft spoken and I could listen to her talk forever.

  “That’s interesting,” I say as the waiter returns with our wine. “I assume that you already have a portfolio of some sort?”

  “Oh, yes. I started dabbling in graphic design in middle school and fell in love with it. Although, I haven’t decided if I want to create design for clients or teach high school.”

  When the waiter returns a few moments later, we order our food and continue on with the conversation.

  “So what do you do for a living?” She asks.

  Maybe bringing up her education was a bad choice because I should’ve known it would cause her to bring up my career. “My business partner and I run a company together. We’ve been doing it for almost a decade, but enough about me. I want to know what you like to do for fun,” I quickly change the subject, hoping my brief answers will curb her curiosity.

  “Aside from admiring art and watching movies?” She laughs. “I enjoy reading, swimming, and making crafts. My brother always teases me that my room is a mess because I have art supplies covering nearly every inch of it.”

  “I like that you’re creative,” I say, admiring her. It’s obvious she has a keen eye for art and style. “Not many people are like that.”

  “Thank you. Now tell me more about yourself,” she insists. “I’ve told you quite a bit about me so now it’s your turn.”

  “What would you like to know?” I ask.

  The waiter brings our dishes and even though they look delicious, I’d still rather be ravaging her.

  “For starters, I’m curious why my inexperience and age seem appealing to you. Surely, as handsome as you are, you mustn’t have any trouble attracting women. And if I’m being frank, I’m surprised you’re available.” She pauses for a moment, chewing her bottom lip. “You’re not married, are you?”

  I laugh because it seems insane to think that I’d have found a girl to marry by now. “No, I’m not married. Truthfully, I guess
I’ve never found ‘the one’ and maybe it’s because I’m very selective.” I take a sip of wine before continuing. “And the reason why I find you so intriguing is because you obviously have high standards and morals.” I lower my voice as I lean closer to her. “Or else you wouldn’t be a virgin.”

  Her cheeks turn beet red and her glance immediately shifts to her plate. “Just because that’s true doesn’t mean that I’m not a bad girl.”

  My eyebrows arch at her statement. “A bad girl? Tell me how bad you’ve been, or can be.”

  Her eyes cut up to mine and I hold her gaze as she speaks ever so slowly and deliberately. “I’m already breaking rules, aren’t I?”

  Smiling, I coax her to continue. “Tell me more, Tillie. How bad do you want to be?”

  A slow smile tugs at her lips though she’s trying her best to contain it. “Would it be bad if I told you that I’d like to be tied, teased, and spanked?”

  “Oh, Tillie, we could have a lot of fun—you and I,” I say, taking a drink from my wine glass. “What would you say if I told you the only way I’d do those things is if you dressed up for me?” I pause, making her hang on to my every word. “Consider it part of the role play that you’d like to experience.” Her eyes grow wide as dollar pieces and dance with delight which pleases me. “Have you ever heard of a DDLG relationship, Tillie? Or should I call you Miss Innocent?”

  She can no longer contain her smile as it grows wider on her face. “I have,” she replies, pausing as she carefully considers her next words as her face lights up. “Is that something that you’d be interested in?”

  I remove my napkin from my lap and lean across the table, forcing her to listen very closely. “Oh, little girl, you have no idea. I could dress you in stockings and pink pajamas, and make them match your bottom if you disobey me.”