“Mm, you’re good at this,” I tell him.
He can barely think at this point. I don’t know how he’s even making decisions in such a state. His lips are parted. His breathing is shallow.
I smile. It’s a cruel smile. I know it is, I can feel it. Maybe that’s what he likes about it. He shivers.
It’s time to break him.
I lay my hand on the side of his neck and let my thumb brush his jaw. “Thank you, Elias.”
His eyelashes flutter. He presses into my hand, then he catches himself. He startles. His eyes fly wide. A sound breaksfrom him as he breaks from me. He hurries, half stumbling, to the door.
“I’m sorry, I have to use the bathroom!”
“Other side of the bedroom,” I call after him helpfully as I increase the vibration once more.
He’s out of sight, but I hear his stifled cry. As the bathroom door slams shut, I pick up my burner phone and make a facetime call. My camera is already taped over, but I grab the mask with its voice modulator from where I’ve stashed it under a stack of folded sweaters. I tug it on. I get the door shut with time to spare because Elias isn’t answering.
Oh, he better fucking pick up that goddamn—
His face lights up my screen. “I can’t talk right now,” he gasps. Tears are streaming from his horrified eyes. He’s on his hands and knees on my bathroom floor. The phone is on the ground, the camera aiming up at his face. He moves partially out of frame as he reaches behind himself.
“Don’t you fucking pull that out,” I growl at him, my altered voice harsh and cruel.
“I’m at my boss’s apartment. I’min his bathroom!Please, I’m gonna come—”
“Yes, Elias, you are going to come, and I know exactly where you are because I’m at his fucking door.”
His eyes widen. “Oh my god!”
“Either you come on that bathroom floor, or I come in there and make it happen.”
“Please, no,please—ahh!” He bites his lip to cut off the cry as the vibrator hits its highest setting.
“You can cry all you want, but youwill come.”
He does cry. He’s as quiet as he can manage, but the tears stream.
“Get your hand on your cock—now, Elias.”
I can tell when he does it. I can see the mixture of horror and relief in his expression. I can’t see his cock, but I prefer seeing his face anyway.
On a certain level, I want to touch myself. But I know it would ruin this. It would distract me from Elias, and it might twist things inside me. So I focus on the screen.
Elias’s need is so beautiful. He’s so aroused that he can’t think, but he can definitely feel. He’s desperate and terrified and thrilled. The veins in his neck bulge. He’s gasping. He’s close.
Then his jaw stretches and his mouth opens with an almost silent cry. He’s shocked and horrified by his own orgasm. The sight almost makes me come. I feel it so fucking deep. He’s only a hundred feet from me, ejaculating on my bathroom floor. He shudders and rocks with the phantom rhythm of being fucked.
“Turn it off,” he begs, breathless. “Please.”
“Show me your work,” I rasp.
“Fuck,” he whimpers as he picks up the phone. He angles it to show the ropes of cum on the tiles.
“And your cock,” I demand, shuddering when he shows it to me, semi-hard and still dripping as the vibrating plug milks him.
“Good boy,” I tell him as I end the call and turn off the vibration.
I take off the mask and hide it. I stow the burner phone. I lock down as best I can. Elias will be in no state to notice any flaws.
