“He does,” Farrow’s voice was a low rumble that ran along my spine and tightened my balls.
How the fuck did I make this look natural?
It was like I’d forgotten how to get myself off.Not only that, I’d be recording myself.I should’ve put a bloody camera in my wardrobe.I’d move one after this.
I pulled the lube out of my drawer and tossed it on the bed, shucked my shorts, and flopped onto the bed, my dick slapping my belly as I did.I made sure my ass was pointed at my wardrobe and lifted and spread my knees.I didn’t care if he couldn’t see through the end of the bed.Camera angles were his problem.
I gave the plug a wiggle, teasing my rim.I didn’t need the tease.I needed more.I was torn between the wanting and the doing and what that meant.
Just get on with it.
And get it over with.
Then I’d get five days monster-free.
While he wouldn’t be in my room, he’d be in my thoughts, taking up a large amount of space.Every time I showered, I imagined him watching, as I reenacted the scene.
With a gasp, I pulled the plug out.I rubbed my hole with lubed fingers, pressing two in.My hole was soft and ready for use.I wanted him to step out of the closet, jump on the bed, and fuck me.
A whimper slipped past my lips, and pre-cum leaked from my dick.
This was fucked up.
I was fucked up.
I sat up, ignoring my closet, and lubed up the dildo.There was no way I could take that third one, even though I wanted to.
I pressed the suction cup base on top of the foot of the bed—it had been a happy accident when I discovered that the wooden frame was both wide enough for the suction cup to stick, and also a good height, assuming I didn’t mind having one foot on the floor while kneeling on the bed with the other.
The dildo cast a giant shadow on my wardrobe door.
I deliberately faced away from the open door as I braced my arms and slung my leg over the end of the bed to face my bedroom door—I didn’t think anyone was going to try to enter, as they were all asleep.That didn’t make me feel any less awkward, though, because I was hyperaware of the monster recording my every movement.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored doors.That wasn’t the angle Farrow was getting.
I took a moment to breathe as I teetered somewhere between ‘what the fuck am I doing’ and wanting it to be Farrow’s cock—which only added to the mess of nerves and need tangling in my gut.If I thought about this for much longer, I’d weird myself out.
The sooner I came, the sooner he left.Which is what I wanted, right?
I didn’t want him to linger, and I definitely didn’t want to chat like we were friends or lovers.What did I want?
Farrow eased out of the wardrobe, his skin dark, and his eyes luminous.His tail waved at me, as if telling me to move things along.
And I obeyed.
I straightened, letting the lube-slicked dildo rub against my hole and ass crack, my gaze locked on the mirror watching Farrow record me.His eyes shifted color, and his lips parted to reveal his pointed teeth.The tip of the dildo pressed against my hole, and I exhaled as I sank onto it.The initial stretch sent a shiver of heat through my body.My teeth pressed against my lower lip as I let it slide deeper until my ass swallowed the first knot.
It felt like it had been forever since I’d done this, even though it had only been a few weeks.I paused for a couple of seconds, then lifted up, fucking the first knot until my body craved more, and I sank down, taking the second one with a gasp that made my dick twitch from the fullness of my ass.
Farrow moved, sliding around behind me as he watched from the other side of the bed, determined to find a better view.
He wanted to watch me.
I gripped the foot of the bed with one hand, and my dick with the other, and rode that dildo as if my life depended on it.I was so close to coming.My eyes closed as I stroked my dick.
“Take it all,” Farrow growled.
I shook my head.“It’s too much.”
