Chapter Fifteen #2
I snatched one of the rock-hard display pillows from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, knowing the movement would alert him.
I switched on the light, darting inside so he wouldn’t see me or my loot but would realise it wasn’t an emergency.
I set the toys in the sink as I whipped off my pyjamas, my heart racing and the exhilaration making my fingers fumble.
I removed my underwear too, freeing my cock before wrestling into the dress.
It fit a little more snugly than before, and I had to wriggle to get the zip up, but it somehow only looked even more appealing.
It cinched tightly at my waist, giving an hourglass illusion, and fuck.
With the pink flush high on my cheeks and my hair falling down around my shoulders, I had to stop myself from just using the toys in here while staring at my own reflection.
Another time.
I stepped back, admiring the vision. I tousled my hair with my fingers, giving it a fresh-fucked style rather than bed head.
I also bit into my lips for a fuller, more swollen appearance, and it dawned on me that my simple plot for getting my rocks off was going way beyond just a tease.
A way of scoring points. It was a seduction attempt, it was effort being made to entice, and I couldn’t even blame my heat.
My dick hadn’t flagged an inch; I was excited, my body buzzing with adrenaline and desire, and I wanted Caine to see it all. To watch me through his screen and feel even a hint of the maddening need consuming me right now.
Maybe it was about scoring points, after all.
Before I lost my nerve or dwelled on the implications, I secured the dildo to the pillow with the straps, gathered up the sheath, and switched off the light.
My exit would show on Caine’s phone again, but I relied on the assumption he’d know it was me going back to bed, and he’d maybe be slightly less prompt at checking.
I flicked on the lamp on my way past, before sashaying toward the bookcase and lowering myself to my knees, right in front of the lens.
I couldn’t know for certain if he’d already looked and put down his phone, making good on the promise he’d made earlier.
But I took the chance I might be doing this for no reason, and hoped he’d hesitated long enough to hear me say, “Don’t look away. ”
I laid the pillow lengthways, ensuring the ties would keep the toy sturdy, before gathering up a handful of my slick and spreading it over the shaft.
I inched forward on my knees, straddling it and hovering there as I reached between my legs to notch the tip against my hole.
I stared up at the little red dot, a shudder ricocheting up my spine, imagining his heated gaze on me.
How his dick would be thickening, soaking the front of his trousers as he watched me ease myself down onto the toy.
My head fell back, a choked moan lodging in my throat.
I hadn’t prepared myself, so a dull, throbbing ache accompanied the fullness, but it only spiked my pleasure.
My thighs trembled from keeping myself in place as I adjusted to the stretch.
It was smaller than Caine’s cock, thinner too, but I’d still only taken half.
I reclined, propping one hand on the floor behind me, distributing my weight, as I picked up the sheath and rucked up the dress’s slit with the other.
A guttural moan rasped from me as I buried my cock in that tight, ribbed hole.
The rubber nubs inside kneaded the skin and I couldn’t hold back from stroking myself in quick tugs as my hips rolled, taking the dildo deeper with every grind.
The angle nudged the head against my sweet spot, and from chasing the dual stimulation, it wasn’t long before I was dropping right down to the base, my arse smacking against the pillow.
My eyes found the camera again, and I tilted my chin up to ensure he saw my every gasp and moan as they filtered from my lax mouth and through the speakers.
“It’s filling me up so good,” I purred, jerking my cock faster.
I’d planned to go slow, to taunt him properly, languidly, but I was too keyed up, my need frantic and impatient.
“Can you see it, Alpha? How well it’s stretching me.
Can you hear how it’s making me so fucking wet? ”
I pried my knees further apart, the dress draping down either side and exposing my lower half completely.
Was he seeing everything? The sprawled display of my body, the flex of my legs as I bounced, the deliberate arch of my back and neck.
I wanted to know what he was looking at, what he couldn’t tear his attention away from.
Would it be my cock disappearing into the sleeve, or the dildo tunnelling into my hole?
Or my face? The way my jaw was slack, my mouth empty and inviting.
“How would you fuck me, Alpha?” I posed, every word infused with a soft pant. “Would you kneel behind me, wrap your fingers around my throat as you sink inside next to the toy? Show me—ngh. To show me how it feels to be stretched around two cocks?”
Fuck. I bit into my lip hard enough to break the skin, my nails scratching against the carpet.
My skin felt raw and taut, every single nerve ending under the surface fizzling with electricity, my senses dialled up to two hundred.
I could feel his gaze, intense and wolfish, and if I concentrated hard enough, the phantom scrape of his stubble prickled over my neck, the imprints of his fingertips scalded my hips, and his scent branded every receptor in my nose. I couldn’t escape him.
I didn’t want to.
“Or would you want my mouth?” My voice was stuck somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. I was so close—can he tell? “Would you make me swallow your thick cock into my throat and stuff me full from both ends?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to invite him here to make the last part a reality, my balls tightening at the thought of his rough hands yanking at my hair, making me choke and cry as punishment, but I didn’t.
I wanted to imagine him feral and fucking into his fist in his office, snarling because he desired me but couldn’t fucking have me.
“Are you desperate for me, Alpha?” I ground out, my body starting to shake with exertion and the anticipation of release. “Are you clawing at your desk to stop yourself marching in here and mounting me like a fucking beast?”
With a curse, I lunged upright, yanking at the dress’s bodice and dragging the fabric under my pec just enough to pinch my nipple.
Hard. My hips sped up to a sloppy grind, rutting onto the pillow like I was riding his cock.
“Shit, I’m coming,” I warned, the pressure winding, my dick throbbing.
My eyes flicked up to the camera, my brows creasing with a plea.
“Come for me, Alpha . . . Caine, come for me.”
A shout tore from my chest as I came so hard white spots rippled through my vision.
I bowed forward, my walls clamping down on the toy, hips flush against the pillow and churning to shove it deeper.
My hand slowed, but didn’t stop until I’d wrung out every last drop of my release, streaking the carpet.
The pleasure was drawn out, my orgasm lasting longer than it had before, making me twitch and shiver. I slid the toy off my spent cock with a hiss, letting it roll onto the floor before gathering the strength to sit up, swaying on my knees.
I closed my eyes to clear the blur, and when I opened them again, my gaze found the little red dot one last time.
A slow smirk inched onto my face.
I winked.