Mini-Devil Me appears on my shoulder with a shower cap and rubber ducky.“Cleaning time!”
Back in the bathroom, I scrub it thoroughly, my face burning hotter than the water. The whole time, a cartoon angel and devil battle it out on my shoulders.
“This isn’t that bad,” I mutter to myself. “People probably do way kinkier things in mansions like this. At least I’m not handcuffing myself to his four-poster bed or stealing his underwear.” I pause, horrified. “And now I’m ranking levels of trespassing depravity. Great.”
Mini-Devil Me lounges on the soap dispenser. “Think about it—rich people probably have orgies in here all the time. You’re practically a nun in comparison.”
“That’s… not helping,” I hiss, but my brain’s already going there. “I mean, it’s just a quick… personal moment. In a stranger’s obscenely expensive bed. While high. On my birthday.” I groan. “Oh God, that sounds worse out loud.”
Angel-me adjusts her halo, scandalized:“This is someone’s private property!”
Devil-me, now looking like Elena in red horns, files her nails some more:“Girl, when was the last time you had any fun? Besides, you already used his shower. And his soap. This is basically third base already.”
“It’s my birthday,” I whisper, like that makes it better. “And I cleaned it. Very thoroughly. Like, surgery-room sterile. That’s… responsible, right?”
I catch my reflection—still flushed, still wild-eyed, holding a neon green sex toy like it’s a live grenade.
“I’ve lost my mind,” I announce to my mirror self. “Completely. Totally. Gone. This is on you,” I hiss under my breath, my fingers curling around the green monstrosity. “Every bit of it.”
Those enigmatic eyes seem to darken, and I’m certain his expression grows more smug. In my mind, his voice rolls through me like thunder:“Such a naughty little thing, breaking into my home, using my shower…”The accent in my head makes me shiver—something European, definitely dangerous, absolutely hot.
“Oh God,” I groan, my whole body flushing. “I’m giving him an accent. Why am I giving him an accent? And why is it working?”
Mini-Devil Me fans herself with her tiny pitchfork.“Because regular hot wasn’t enough for you? Had to make him sound like danger wrapped in velvet?”
I fling my shoulder in annoyance, and suddenly, the mini-devil disappears, leaving just me and Mr. Portrait standing there. But in my mind, I hear his voice, a deep chuckle that sends shivers down my spine.
“That’s it, little one,”he says, his voice deep and seductive.“I want you to remove that towel and let me see all of you.”
I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of him watching me, commanding me, is too much to resist. Slowly, I pull off the towel and lay back against those sinful sheets, and sweet baby Jesus, it’s like being caressed by a thousand butterflies made of silk. The dim light plays across his face in the portrait, shadows turning those sharp cheekbones into something otherworldly, dangerous.
“Run that vibrating monster over your nipples first,”he commands, his voice echoing through my mind.
Heart pounding, I reach for the emerald green toy and turn it on. The soft buzzing fills the room, and I can’t help but laugh nervously.
“I can’t believe I’m taking orders from my own imagination.”
But when I touch it to my skin, that laugh turns into a gasp. My nipples are already hard, sensitive, and the vibrations send electricity through my entire body.
In my mind, his voice grows rougher, darker:“Look how responsive you are for me, little one.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, arching into the sensation. Mini-Devil Me is suspiciously quiet now, probably passed out from overheating.
“That’s it,”he purrs in my head.“Imagine my mouth there instead. My teeth grazing your skin…”
I mewl. My body trembles as I arch into the sensation, whimpering at the thought of his mouth on me.
“Spread those legs wider,”he commands, his voice deep and commanding in my head. His presence feels so real, like he’s watching me from a dark corner of the room.
I obey, spreading my legs wider and feeling the heat between them intensify. He’s making me do things I never thought I would, but I can’t resist his dominant commands.
“Fuck yourself,”he demands with a flicker of approval in his eyes.“Tell me, how wet are you for me?”
I whimper and slide my hand down to my slick folds without hesitation. It’s like my blood has been replaced with pure desire and electricity. My face flushes as I glance back at the portrait, imagining him there watching me, controlling me.
“I’m dripping,” I moan, my fingers finding my slick folds without hesitation. It’s like my blood has been replaced with pure desire and lightning. “I’ve created a monster,” I gasp to the ceiling, knowing that he’s watching me intently. “A sexy, irresistible monster.”
“You’re so good at following orders,”he says, his voice growing even deeper.“Now, use that toy on your clit; show me how you like it.”
