The thing on top was made of pale blue cloth and sealed inside a clear plastic pouch.Was it clothing?I flexed my fingers, drew in a breath, and pulled it out, expecting another tingle of static or magic or something.Nothing.There were no clues on the bag, so I ripped it open.A lightweight top fell out.I picked it up and shook it out.It was long-sleeved but cropped.Very cropped.It might keep my nipples warm if I kept my arms by my side.
Okay, weird.
There were another couple of bags also containing clothing, which I ripped open.A matching blue jockstrap.Long black gloves and matching black male lingerie.This was a very specific kind of gear.A little kinky, or at least it was for me, and the clothing hid the ink on my arm.
Farrow.
He was planning and preparing for future videos.A burst of warmth bloomed in my chest.He was thinking of me, even if it was only in regard to what he wanted.He was planning on dressing me up and ordering me around, and if he were here right now, I’d show him exactly how much I appreciated his gift.
I pulled out the rest of the paper and stared at the remaining three items.
Red, blue, and green.
Three dildos, each weirder and bigger than the last.By weirder, I meant knobblier and twistier.The green one was a curvy tentacle, including suckers, which started off as thick as a finger and, far too many inches later, became as thick as a fist.
The blue one wasn’t as long, but it had a thick, rippling swelling in the midsection that would be both fun and challenging to ride.Clearly, Farrow enjoyed watching me struggle as much as I enjoyed the attempt…and eventual success.
The red dildo’s shaft was the same reasonable thickness all the way along, but it was long and savagely ridged.I suspected he liked me stretched out and squirming.My heart beat a little too fast with excitement at the idea of him making me take every inch.
He must have spent quite a bit on this collection, which included a bottle of lube that promised it looked just like cum.My stomach dropped and flipped as I remembered that I’d wished for a new toy, believing it to be impossible.
Farrow couldn’t have known.
And yet here was the evidence of my wish.
I swallowed.My use of magic.
Money and toys…and I’d gotten both.
Shit.
My pulse was heavy, as if it wanted to rattle my body and shake some sense into me.I wanted to flee, but there was nowhere for me to go.I was playing with magic I didn’t understand and hadn’t meant to use.He’d warned me that magic access and use were two different things and that trying to do both was dangerous.
But wishing didn’t feel like magic.I wasn’t touching it or manipulating it.No, I was tossing a wish into the golden doorway to monster-land beneath my bed, and it was so tempting to keep going.What else would land at my feet if I asked?
If I asked, did that make me a sorcerer?
I rubbed the ink on my arm, wanting to scrub it away, while at the same time needing to find out what else I was capable of.
Chapter21
Farrow
The unexpected successof my channel had dragged a pile of guilt into the light.It didn’t sit right with me that I was making so much from his performances.To assuage my unease, I sent Timothy a box of toys and clothes.Selfishly, I wanted to see him dressed up and using the toys.The gift would also contribute to the success of my—our?—channel.
We should be sharing, or at least that was how I felt.I guessed that most monsters didn’t give a shit, but I couldn’t be sure as I’d only spoken to Crispin about it, and he was on the other side of the site.My brother kept banging on about his new friends, our parents expected me to go out with him and keep an eye on him—which was rude of them to say, as they had three eyes and I didn’t—even though I didn’t want to go out and rack up bills on looking the part of a successful streamer.
No, that was a secret thing that I had no desire to share with anyone.I didn’t want to be a celebrity; I just wanted my own life.This whole thing had started by accident.And I didn’t know how to stop because, as much as I loved the money, I also looked forward to seeing Timothy.
I wanted to spend longer with him instead of using up all of my break.
There were nights when I watched him sleep, and all I wanted to do was step out of the wardrobe and slide into bed next to him to do nothing but hold him in his sleep.Which I acknowledged was more than a bit wrong.But it didn’t stop me from half-hoping that he’d already be in bed when I arrived.What would it be like to climb into his bed and wake him up?
He wasn’t asleep or even in bed.
Timothy lay on the bed reading, wearing the blue top and matching jock, and looking entirely too innocent for what I had in mind.He glanced up before I even stepped out of the wardrobe as if sensing me.
I paused in the doorway, needing to say something.“That looks good on you.”
