Here.
She types out, setting it down on the table, pacing back and forth in front of it, phone still clutched in her hand.
Now fuck yourself with it and show me.
My rock-hard cock is begging to be let out of my pants, so I let it. Running my free hand down the considerable length. I want to see how she responds to my cock. To see her coming because of me.
She grumbles reading the message. I love this little game we’re playing. The back and forth, being able to watch Hazel break free from the shell she’s constructed around her life. Her barriers that have been in place for years, obliterated by every text I send. She can’t escape me anymore. Or her past. And I’m here to remind her of that.
I just hope to fuck she remembers me. But even if she does, will she even want me the way she wanted my brother? Will she finally reconcile what happened that night all those years ago? I have to assume that the reason she’s disappeared into this life isbecause of him. Because he’s still looking for her, only I found her first.
I’d found a large file in his house over the summer, labeled Kingston Misfits. All of us were in there. Well, all except for Sarah. And it was clear with the information he’d gathered on Hazel, that he was getting close to tracking her down. For what reason, I don’t yet know. But nothing my brother does is for a good reason. He’s always been motivated by selfishness. Bolstering up his own interests and following in our father’s footsteps.
I used the file to finally find my way to her, only, I hope Kyle doesn’t notice it missing anytime soon.
He’s on the fast track to becoming a senator, just like dear old dad. And just like dear old dad, he’s crooked and cruel. Maybe even more so.
The camera switches views as Hazel moves from one room to the next. Sitting up, I watch her intently, wondering if she’ll actually go through with it. Licking my lips in anticipation, the thrill of her using the mold of my cock to fuck that pretty little pussy of hers has my cock throbbing. Almost to the point of pain. But I don’t mind a little pain.
Amazingly, she goes to her set up in the room she uses to film and discards her clothes. I sit up straighter, careful not to move too much so she doesn’t hear me. I’m so close. If only she knew I’m up here watching her. But she needs to pass this final test.
I need to see if she’s ready for me.
Setting her camera up to record, she spreads her legs and teases her slit with the pink toy. Fuck, she looks so hot inserting it into her pussy. Her head tilts back and I can’t hold it anymore. I rub myself harder, knowing that she’s feeling me right now. Those faces and noises she’s making are because of me. Because she’s fuckingmycock.
Her breasts heave with every thrust. Nipples taunt and aching. It’s fucking mesmerizing from this angle, but I can’t wait until she sends the video of it so I can watch it on repeat. Though, I’m pretty sure this moment will be etched in my brain until the end of time. She’s working herself to the brink of an orgasm, fast.
“Is this what you wanted, you sick fuck?” I hear her ask, not slowing her speed down.
I love her sass. Her fire. Listening in on her therapy session revealed that it’s been buried for so long, but with my probing the sparks have caught in her soul, bringing her back to herself. And she looks like she’s enjoying every moment of it. Even though it terrifies her.
The flush of her cheeks spreads down her neck and across her chest as she flicks the switch in the toy, causing the vibration to begin.
“Ah, fuck. You fucking sick bastard. Wanting me to fuck myself for you. To come for you.”
She can whine about it as much as she wants, it doesn’t detract that she’s choosing this. Even if it’s under duress. With the threat of her secret hanging over her head she’s putty in my hands, going to whatever lengths I set for her.
Moaning, her voice carries to the attic, and I can’t fucking take it anymore. I come for the second time while watching her like this. Wishing again that I was inside her.
She wasn’t ready for me before, but she is now.
Striding up to her phone she fiddles with the buttons before the tell-tale whoosh notifies me that she’s sent it.
Seconds tick by as I tuck myself back into my pants, waiting for the notification to arrive.
One new message pops up and I smile to myself.
What a good fucking girl she is for me.
I think it’s time to reward her for her obedience.
CHAPTER 14
HAZEL
17 YEARS OLD
The house is dark.
