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I wokethe next morning with the remote lodged against my clammy hand. I’d spent the majority of the night turning it on and off, imagining her writhing in that small cot, pleasuring herself throughout the night. I wasn’t sure whether she’d gone through with the idea but imagining it was enough to please me.
I pulled myself up in bed and leaned against the headboard. My body was stiff from having stayed up most of the night, and my legs began to ache the moment I stretched them out. The patter of the rain against the window filled the room as I stared at the remote in my hand. I wondered if she still had it in.
If she did, it might be an interesting way to wake up.
I reached for my phone on the silver bedside table next to me and lifted the screen to my eyes. It was only eight in the morning. Chances are she hadn’t had the best sleep either, especially with my finger always itching to press the button on the remote, always wanting to keep it going. There was a sense of desire that welled up in my chest at the thought of her wanting more the moment the device was turned off.
A smile formed on my lips at the thought of her waking up with such a surprise, overwhelmed with the sensation of having an orgasm as soon as she opened her eyes. I pushed the button. The erection in my briefs was rising, growing even harder at the thought.
I imagined her, writhing on the spot. A quick draw of breath, then the climax overwhelming her entire body. I inhaled deeply and brought my hand to the top of my briefs, trying to imagine the sensation overcoming her body. Taking the shaft, I began to pleasure myself while gripping the remote in my other hand.
Imagining her having an orgasm made me want to cum as well. I stroked myself slowly as the sweat started to ease from my pores. I wanted to feel her body against mine, to taste the desire on her skin, to smell her scent. I could see her small breasts beneath the nightgown, her nipples hard to the touch. Her eyes closing and her lips parting as the pulses ran through her body...
I stopped mid-stroke. I didn’t want to just imagine it. I needed to see it. There was no other option. Thinking of being able to see her climax, rather than just imagining it, caused my erection to throb. I put it away back under my briefs and eased my breath, trying to calm myself down for the walk to go see her.
I pushed myself from the bed and made my way towards the doorway. I put on a pair of black pajama pants that lay over a chair—it had been too hot last night to keep them on, especially with her in my mind. I slipped on a pair of Moreschi shoes—I didn’t care how I looked—and opened the door with the stealth of a professional burglar, which I never professed to be.
Fuck.
I needed to see her. There was no other choice.
I snuck my way through the house. I was grateful that my family never woke early—especially on a day like that. The last thing they needed was to see my rock-hard erection through my pajama pants.
My footsteps caused an echo as I walked down the empty hallway, towards the winding staircase, eager to see her down in the basement. She would be there, and if she’d put it in, she’d be nearing climax. I hurried faster, trying to ease the pounding of my footsteps against the floor as I walked.
I wasn’t entirely sure if the egg would work from such a distance. The company had said that the remote control was effective over a hundred feet away, but that didn’t take into account the thick concrete floor and walls of the house. It better have had a connection, or my night would have been wasted on nothing.
The anxiety didn’t repress itself until I was in the stairway past the kitchen, which led me down to the basement. It was always locked, to make sure they wouldn’t get out. I almost wanted to bring her up from down there, but I wasn’t sure what the repercussions would be. They were, after all, the family of our enemy. The same people that had killed Gianni, who was sorely missed. I couldn’t go around traipsing alongside the girl whose father was responsible for taking away my sibling, even if she did have some kind of hold on me.
I was careful not to make too much noise. I had to keep my footsteps as light as I could as I descended into the basement. I didn’t want her to know that I was there. I wanted to catch her at her best moment, and all without her knowing. In order to do that, I knew I had to be light on my feet. There was a pang of guilt that knotted my stomach, but I pushed the thought aside. I doubt she would mind too much if I saw her, especially since she’d been changing the way she ate her food, growing more erotic with each meal.
I ducked into the hallway, being sure not to cause Alessandra to hear my steps. A faint buzzing sound emitted into the hall the closer I got to Chiara’s door. I held my breath as I neared the door and slowly opened the slit, trying not to allow the rusty metal hinges to creak. My heart raced the moment an audible gasp slipped into the air.
I peered through and saw her with her back arched and her hands gripping the blankets. Her teeth were clenched as she held back a moan. She had it inside of her, but had a nightgown on, covering her thin body.
I felt an intense pressure in my pajamas as I watched. She was beginning to climax, her mouth opening wide and releasing a soft moan. I barely allowed myself to blink, almost unable to resist the urge to touch her at that moment.
Then, it happened.
With the remote at my side, I turned it up to the maximum setting and watched as she gripped the side of the cot, her legs spread to either side. Her eyes were closed as she refrained from letting out her deep breaths by bringing her hand to her mouth.
Her legs quivered and her head flew back, releasing a loud moan as she collapsed onto the cot. I couldn’t help but breathe heavily along with her, desperately wishing there wasn’t a door in between us. I pressed the button to turn off the egg and slid back against the wall in the hallway, making sure that she didn’t see me. My hands were shaking as I put the remote control in the right pocket of my pajamas. Everything felt visceral, and the cool wall of the cell against my body caused goosebumps to run along my entire body.
She was becoming my obsession.
7
Chiara
Iwas unsure of what I was doing. Marcello was visiting me consistently, being loyal to whatever routine he’d created in his mind. But he still hadn’t touched me at all, and I was glad he hadn’t. I would wake up in the middle of the night terrified that he’d open the door and force himself on me. The feeling left me constantly on edge and every time he visited, I’d grow more apprehensive. It was happening even then, as his eyes loomed on me through the slit in the door.
It reminded me of the first time that I’d met him. It was like being a mouse, and he was the cat, enjoying his time teasing me. He must have known that I’d never done anything like what he was asking me to do. Hell, I’d only ever even kissed someone before. There was something in his gaze that let me know that he was aroused. I’d often watched as his eyes slid to the back of his head and his mouth dropped ever-so-slight as I ate. It was brief, but he would become aroused while he told me what to do with the food.
He was there and had promised me time alone with my sister for the first time. We’d have some privacy outside of him being able to hear us. I could feel my heart thrashing in my chest at the thought. I wasn’t sure if I should tell her what was happening. I wanted to tell her, as we never kept secrets from one another. We agreed when we were young that we’d never do that. But would she think I was being weak?
A wave of embarrassment swept over me at the thought of her being disgusted by what I was doing. Little did she know, I was doing it all so that I could see her. I looked forward to holding her every day. It was one of the few things that kept me going. Once she knew that, she’d have to understand. It was for us.
