My balls tighten, and I squeeze the base of my cock hard, until it hurts. There’s no way I’m coming just yet, not until I’ve watched it all. His fingers slow, drawing almost all of the way out before he thrusts them back in with a twist. I can see the muscles in his buttocks tighten and his thighs begin to shake. The stockings start to slip, adding a deliciously debauched element to the decadent spectacle of him fucking himself with his gloved hand.
“That’s it, my beauty, come for me,” I whisper, as if I’m there giving him encouragement instead of watching it on screen along with thousands of other people. But I don’t care. In my head I am there, kissing those pale lips as he pleasures himself, feeling that moment when he tips over the edge. He’ll cry out against my mouth and I’ll swallow that sound of his euphoria, using it as nourishment for my soul.
A warmth across my chest brings me back to the present, and I look down at the sticky mess of my own release. I don’t even remember my hand moving again. I look back at the screen and the video has finished. I didn’t see the actual ending, just what was going on in my head. I climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I return, I pull the laptop back to me and hit replay. I’m going to watch it all again.
CHAPTER 10
KAI
Standing at the window of my bedroom, I can see across most of the gardens, but I’m not admiring them, I’m watching Jason. He’s digging over one of the flower beds, his broad back bending and straightening. I can’t quite see his muscles flex from this distance, but I can imagine them every time he lifts the fork and then thrusts it into the ground. Watching him work has become one of my favourite activities over the last week—that and talking to him. Yesterday was the longest conversation we’ve had so far. I enjoyed hearing about his family, and the love he has for them.
A little pang shoots through my heart at that. I never had that growing up, and certainly not as an adult—people to share your life with, who look out for and care for each other. I think that’s why I said I wanted to go to a football match. I don’t know if I’d actually like the game, but the camaraderie and belonging... it sounded so perfect I wanted to be a part of it.
As soon as the words were out I’d regretted them. I’d taken in Jason’s puzzled frown and realised I’d sounded needy, and why would he want a lonely guy like me tagging along with his family? Embarrassed, I practically ran away. But today I hope he’ll have forgotten when I try to talk to him again, because the other nugget of information I got from him yesterday was that he’s single. I don’t know if he’s gay or bi or whatever, but I’m hoping to find that out too. Of course, I’ll have to think up another lame excuse to talk to him. I wonder if he’s noticed those yet. He never tells me to go away, or that he’s too busy, but maybe he’s just being polite. Either way I’ll head out there later, when I know they’ve had their tea break. I’ve started to learn the routines of this house, which brings some comfort that it runs so smoothly.
A knock at the door makes me jump and I shout out, “Come in.” Jones enters carrying a package. When I first arrived, Jones would walk into the room and nearly give me a fright each time. But also, and even worse, was the lack of privacy, thinking I could be disturbed without warning. I quickly enforced a rule that he could walk in if I buzzed, but if not he had to knock and wait.
“There’s a parcel for you, sir,” he says, putting it down on a table. Good, I was expecting it, an addition to my act on For my Fans. “And Mr Nagle is here.”
“Here? Did he say he was coming?”
“I don’t believe he did.”
“I wonder what he wants. Where is he?”
“I’ve put him in the west drawing room.”
“Thank you, Jones,” I reply.
“Will you want some refreshments?”
“Yes, why not. But give it fifteen minutes.” I see him raise an eyebrow at that, because normally they’d be served more promptly. “I want to open my parcel first. Mr Nagle can wait.” He gives a small laugh as he exits. I’m glad he finds it funny, but in reality I’m a little uneasy as to why Mr Nagle is here without arranging it first. I want to buy myself some time as well as sending him a message that if he’s going to do that, he can wait until I’m ready. I find some scissors and slit the tape on the parcel. I take out the carefully wrapped items and undo them, lining them up beside each other on the table. Three glass dildos, all different shapes and sizes.
LegacyinLace is doing well. After making five thousand on the first day it’s been growing at a good rate. I have just over twenty thousand followers and so far I’ve made nearly two hundred thousand pounds in a week. On one hand it’s a huge amount of money, but I need thirty times as much to save the hall. I don’t have thirty weeks left to do it, so I need to work harder. The video I uploaded yesterday, with me wearing the stockings and gloves, has been viewed almost as many times as the first few combined, so it’s clear the viewers like to see anal action. I’m going to do a video later and tease with the dildos, then people can pledge money to see which one they want me to use. The one that gets the most money pledged will be used in a video in a few days’ time.
Leaving them on the table, I walk past the window again but can no longer see Jason. Sighing and hoping that whatever Mr Nagle wants doesn’t take up too much time, I make my way down to the drawing room.
“Ah, there you are.” Mr Nagle’s tone holds a hint of impatience, and I wish I’d kept him waiting longer.
“I had some business to attend to and I wasn’t aware you’d made an appointment,” I say pointedly, and I see his jaw tighten. He knew what he was doing, perhaps hoping to catch me unprepared. Then his face relaxes and he gives what I assume he thinks is a kindly smile, but it looks false to me.
“And how is it going? I didn’t actually expect you to live in the house once you’d put it up for sale.”
“I’m growing quite fond of it,” I say and his eyes narrow briefly before the smile is back.
Just then Jones enters with a tray, saving me from having to say anything else. He hands me a coffee and then offers Mr Nagle a drink. Jones checks in with me and I nod that it’s okay for him to leave us.
“So, what’s the purpose of this visit?” I don’t waste any time once the door closes behind Jones.
“Have you considered the offer for the house?”
“Not yet,” I reply bluntly. “The estate agents were only here last week, so it hasn’t been on the market very long.”
“I think it’ll be difficult to sell. You have a generous offer. I think you should give it some thought.” Yes, too generous really, which is always something to be wary of.
“Really, and why doyouthink that?” I ask, taking a swig of my coffee. My question catches him off guard and he takes a few seconds to answer.
“I just mean that you must want to get on with your life, without having to worry about this place.” He looks nervous enough for me to wonder what his angle is on this. But he’s starting to annoy me and I don’t want to prolong this any further.
