Page 56 of White Noise

The memory of him in my kitchen hits hard enough to make my breathing change. His hands. His voice. The way he looked at me like the knife in my hand had only made him want me more.

I hate that my body reacts to it.

So I pretend it doesn’t.

I focus on the screen instead, on Void watching me, on the toy in my hand, on literally anything that isn’t the fact that thinking about Silas just made me wetter.

“Show me,” Void commands, his voice a rough growl. “I want to see exactly how impatient you are, Saga.”

I let out a soft, shaky moan and slide my hand down beneath the edge of the skirt. I move slowly, teasing him, letting my knees spread wider as I give the camera a better view.

I move slowly, teasing him, watching his pupils dilate as I expose my soaking wet slit to the camera.

I’m already dripping, a thick, clear slick of arousal coating my folds.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he whispers. He reaches down, and I hear the wet sound of him stroking himself.

He brings his cock into view—thick, pulsing, and glistening with pre-cum. He starts to pump it, his pace steady, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Do it for me,” he urges. “Use the toy. The ridged one. I want to hear you take it.”

I reach for the silicone dildo on my desk, the surface cool against my fingertips. I don’t rush. I want this. I want to lose myself in the sensation until there’s nothing left but the friction and the heat.

I press the rounded head of the toy against my opening, circling my clit first, grinding the silicone against my swollen nub. I gasp, my hips arching off the chair.

“You like that, don’t you?” Void asks, his voice dripping with anticipation. “You love being told exactly how to fuck yourself.”

“Yes,” I whimper, the word catching in my throat. “Please... I want it inside.”

“Then take it. All of it. Now.”

I push. The toy slides in with a wet, sucking sound, stretching my walls wide. I let out a loud, guttural moan, my eyes fluttering shut for a second as the fullness hits me.

It’s a violent, satisfying pressure that fills the need in my gut.

I start to pump it, sliding the ridged silicone in and out of my pussy, the sound of it slapping against my thighs filling the room.

“Talk to me, Violet,” Void groans, his hand moving faster now, his cock slapping against his stomach. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much of a slut you are for me.”

“I’m your slut,” I pant, my voice breaking. “I’m so wet for you... I can feel it stretching me, filling me up. It’s so thick... fuck, Void, it feels so good.”

I pick up the pace, but my mind is nowhere near the screen anymore.

It’s him.

Silas.

The memory slips in so easily I almost let myself believe I didn’t invite it. His hand on me. The low vibration beneath his skin. The way that strange current moved through my body every time he touched me and made it react before I had time to decide how I felt about it.

I try to focus on Void instead, but of course it doesn’t work.

Every pulse of pleasure drags me right back to my kitchen, to Silas standing too close, watching every reaction like he already knew what my body would do before I did.

Fuck.

I hate how much hotter the memory makes me.

So I close my eyes and pretend it’s only the moment, only the call, only VioletHex doing what she always does.