chapter nine

"it's the one on the right" lydia pointed out to tatum. with a slight nod of his head, he pulled into the driveway. he saw lydias familiar white kia optima in the driveway, sending it a glance as he took the time to silently memorize the license plate number. did he need this? no, but he took the initiative to know everything he possibly could. as lydia scrambled to grab her house key, she looked his way.

"do you want to come in, tate?" she asked kindly.

tatum thought about this for a second, as he had never been invited into someone else's home before. he always scared his friends away with his possessive ways in which ended the friendships too soon to be invited over. lydia hopefully stared at him, as she noticed his thinking in process. she was curious as to why it would take so long to decide if he wanted inside or not, and it made her self conscious. why wouldn't he want to come into her home? did he think her house wasn't nice enough?

"nevermind it's oka-"

"i'm coming in." tatum stated firmly, cutting her off. it wasn't his intention to make his little think that he didn't want to come with her, he just didn't know the acceptable answer to the question as he had never been asked it before. lydia nodded, and the two headed inside with lydia leading the way. she fumbled with her house key at the front door, and he began mentally taking notes as lydia punched in the door passcode after unlocking the door. lydia's house was very nice, as he had never seen a door with a passcode before. tatum tried his best to focus as he also knew that he would need the code for later times. however, he could do absolutely nothing more than examine his girls body as she opened the door in front of him.

"fuck." he whisper groaned, grabbing lydia by the hips and pressing himself into her back. she gasped and attempted to turn around, obviously confused as she had never experienced this before. she didn't know what he was doing, or why she could feel himself poking into the back of her.

"stop moving" tatum demanded, grabbing a fist full of her hair in which restricted her movements. lydia stood still, staring into the house ahead of them. the door had unlocked and she was ready to walk in before tatum had interrupted her, quite rudely at that. she winced as tatum slightly pulled her hair, causing her head to tilt backwards towards him.

"tatum you're hurting me," she softly reminded him, breaking him out of his sexual trance that her body had placed upon him.

"oh, fuck i'm sorry little" he sweetly cooed into her ear. removing her hair from his grip, and slightly pushing her forward so he wasn't pressed against her anymore. he wanted more than anything to pin her against the wall and force her to be close to him, unable to move, unable to speak, but he knew that she did not have experience with this. he didn't want to scare her yet, almost as if his plans for later in the day wouldn't do the job that he was oh so avoiding.

"why did you do that?" she kindly and innocently asked, turning herself around to face him. as her big glistening eyes stared up at tatum, he couldn't help but fight the feeling that they needed to go now. almost as if he couldn't wait the extra ten minutes it would take for lydia to change into what she had desired to wear. his heart glimmered at the innocence she held in her eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to ruin it, loving her and taking care of her in the process. he would show her everything she didn't know.

tatum didn't answer her, just intently kept his vision on her. it was almost as if he removed his vision from her she would disappear in front of his eyes. and obviously, he couldn't have that. he already felt as though he desperately needed her, wrapped around his finger and submitting to him constantly. and within an hour, he would have that.

"my room is upstairs," she started to say, as she noticed that he was not going to reply. he did this to her often and she had almost learned to accept it. she had never been ignored by someone before, but she knew that sometimes people were different than others. raya, her mother, had taught this to her forever. raya was big on accepting others for how they are and not trying to change them, enforcing this rule onto lydia.

tatum took the time to analyze the house as he followed his little up the stairs and to her bedroom. lydias house was beautiful, and he could not help but feel bad about where she was going to be kept when his plan had followed through. tatum was also well financially held over growing up, and the constant working he did as a teenager kept this lifestyle held up for him.

however, the short time he had been away from lydia today was spent planning all of his next moves with her. one of which, was to take her to his second hometown about an hour away, in which he had a small home there as he had always wanted a place to stay if he ever decided he was going to return back. he had appreciated his planning for this though, because it gave him somewhere to place his little. her new home, new home.

beamers nose was taken over by the sweet smell of his lydia as they entered her bedroom. she was very distracting to him, yes, but he had taken the time to memorize the layout of her home during the short time that he had seen it. he needed this, and he knew that.

however, he was dragged out of his memorization skills as he felt a small hand intertwine itself with his. his head snapped down towards his hand, and he immediately softened up and relaxed as he noticed it was his littles.

"little," he sweetly called out to her as she began leading him to her bed.

"you sit here," she softly replied, gently taking her hand from his and softly placing him down on the edge of her bed. tatum did not respond, as he was dealing with the feeling in his stomach. the two did not know this, but they both felt that feeling when they were to touch one another. it was a feeling of being wanted by the other, and being content when they were touching in any physical form.

he watched as lydia wandered into her closet, taking the time to digest her options. she had so many clothes, and tatum was wondering how she was ever able to pick just a few options from the bunch for her day to day outfits. she sifted through the shirts, pulling out two options and holding them out to tatum.

"which one do you think, tate?" she asked, holding two shirt options out in front of him. truthfully, he liked neither. they both showed too much skin, and he did not like that.

"neither." he blatantly replied.

lydias face fell, and she began to feel upset. no one was ever mean to her like tatum was, and it saddened her that she couldn't figure out why. he was nice to her when they met, why was he being rough with her now? however, tatum noticed the sad expression she had now held on her face and he began to feel upset with himself that he was being so hard on her.

without saying a word, tatum stood from his place on the edge of her bed and began toward her. he placed his index and middle finger beneath her chin, hoisting her face upwards so she would be looking at him. lydia almost felt comforted by this, as he had done it to her a few hours ago when they had first met.

"i like that one." he gently said, pointing towards a plain white tightly fitting shirt in the corner of her closet. she smiled once again, picking up the shirt. she liked when he was gentle with her. that's how everyone was towards her almost her entire life, and that's how she expected tatum to be with her.

"and i like that one" he spoke again, this time pointing towards a small plain black short skirt.

"are you sure? they don't really match tatum," she started, before he cut her off.

"wear it." he firmly stated, turning himself around again and placing himself down on her bed once more. she quickly nodded and grabbed the skirt from her closet, sending a glance tatums way.

"no peeking, turn around please?" she sweetly asked, flashing her bright eyes at him. of course, he didn't like this. she needed to get used to the fact that he would see every inch of her, whenever he simply did no more than asked. and if she didn't like this, he would make her like it. but to his surprise, he nodded and lowered his head, covering his eyes. he didn't want to alarm her just yet, and he had to remind himself that he would be able to do whatever he wanted in less than an hour.