Chapter Four #2
“I’m…touching myself,” I mutter into the dark. “Imagining it’s you.”
He lets out a low growl. “You’re a fucking temptation, little mouse.”
Little mouse
I like the sound of that…
“Have you done it before?” he asks quietly. “Touched yourself, I mean.”
“Sometimes,” I swallow, running my tongue over my lips as heat creeps up my cheeks, “I try to…”
“Have you ever made yourself come?”
The heat spreads across my face, and I wonder if he can see it. “No. I’ve tried. I just…can’t.”
He moans again, low, rough, unmistakable. It sends a shiver straight through me.
“I—I just have never been able to go through with it,” I add, the admission slipping out before I can stop it. “So, I thought it’d be better to wait until…the right man comes along.” Even if that had seemed impossible—before him.
“You are a virgin.”
It was not a question, but I feel compelled to answer.
“Y-yes.”
The growl that follows is soft but intense, like it’s pulled from somewhere deep in his chest.
“Oh, little mouse…you’re something else,” he mutters under his breath. “If I were there right now, do you wanna know what I would do?”
My heart is racing now, my body humming with anticipation. I close my eyes.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Tell me…”
“Take the covers off.
His voice is soft and deep, the tone firm. I am being commanded, not asked. A perverse thrill shoots through me, and I shiver.
I slide the covers down slowly. Every movement feels amplified, like I’m suddenly aware of my own body in a way I’ve never been before. My pulse is loud in my ears.
“Good,” he says quietly. “Now, slowly slide your index finger over your clit.”
My fingertips circled my clit, and a shaky breath stuttered across my lips. It feels awkward as always, but I don’t stop this time I relax my body, anchoring myself on the sound of his voice.
“Feel around, little mouse…don’t be shy.”
I draw a shaky breath, then splay my fingers over my folds. My flesh feels hot and heavy under my hand. I cup myself, letting my fingers slip between my lips. I huff a soft breath as warm liquid coats my finger, pulling me in further.
“Are you wet?” Zane asks, and I nod my head even before the word falls past my lips.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now fuck yourself, baby… Slide in and out…yes, slowly…create a rhythm…”
I do as he says, letting myself get lost in the waves of pleasure crashing through me.
“Fuck yes, little mouse. Touch that pussy for me. Faster…”
My strokes became faster, my back arching off the bed as the weight of my desire sears through me like an electric current. My lungs seize, my limbs quivering.
“So beautiful…” Zane whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and lust.
I have never felt so sexy in my entire life.
“Oh god!” My exclamation tears out on a ragged breath, and I press my thighs together against the pounding ache in my core.
I want him so badly, I tremble with the need, but I’m also afraid of what will happen when we finally touch.
The longing, the desperate, clawing sexual tension that’s been brimming from the very moment I read his first note crashes over me, turning my blood into liquid desire coursing to every throbbing cell in my body.
“Don’t stop,” he says, the desperation in his voice urging me faster. “Spread your legs. Wider.”
I hear my pulse roaring in my ears as I part my thighs further.
I smooth the silky wetness over my clitoris, into the short, neatly trimmed strip of hair on my mound.
I rub my clit in slow circles, then slide my finger in again.
His deep moan of pleasure echoes through my veins, pushing me closer to the edge.
Being like this for him, my legs open, my pussy exposed and gleaming wet while he watches through a camera—the naughtiness of it—turns me on more than anything ever has. In the past few days, I have bolder with him than I ever have with anyone else, and that knowledge makes me feel oddly safe.
My thighs tense, my back arching off the bed, as my orgasm wounds tight inside me, ready to spring and uncoil me from the inside out. I let out a small cry of frustration, my hips buckling as the pressure builds to an unbearable hilt.
“Let go, little mouse,” Zane prompts, his voice sounding a little breathless. “Come for me now.”
My body suddenly tenses up, a silent scream tearing through me as the pressure finally breaks.
My orgasm moves through me in a way I wasn’t prepared for…
sharp, overwhelming, all-consuming. I gasp, my whole body going slack afterward, a comforting warmth spreading all over my body I sink into the mattress.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of both of us breathing. Mine, sated…his, sharp. Then I hear him let out a long, feral grunt, low and unguarded.
“Fuck…” he growls under his breath, then lets out a deep throaty moan.
Oh my God, did he….?
“Did you come too?” I ask shyly, heat creeping up my cheeks in the dark.
“Yes, little mouse,” he answers, his voice rough. “Harder than I ever have.”
Another wave of pleasure ripples through me at his words. I press my lips together to hold down the giggle bubbling in my chest and instead settle for a satisfied smile.
“Now tuck yourself in for me, angel. Go to sleep.”
I smile even harder as I pull the covers over myself. I curl onto my side and close my eyes, sinking into the relaxed heaviness settling over me.
I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Maybe ever.
My apartment suddenly doesn’t feel so empty anymore. I don’t feel so alone.
“You can turn the other cameras back on,” I murmur, just before sleep pulls me under.
There’s a pause, then, “Sweet dreams, little mouse. I’ve got you.”
For the first time in a long while, I believe it—I’m safe.