Chapter 43
Forty-Three
Violet
I sat on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, while the guys worked on uploading content to their Fan Cam pages.
Enzo was beyond thrilled to upload the video of him eating me out, but I was riding a different kind of high from it.
There was something about having a secret Fan Cam account that made me feel liberated and in control of what I wanted.
It was like I could be a different person who didn’t have to hide or worry about what she asked for, and I loved that feeling.
It had been exciting and fun to be included in the content they created, and I couldn't help but love the idea that this was something we could all do together. I knew the guys still needed their own content for their pages, but the thought of helping them create it sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t wait to help them again.
I chewed my nail nervously as I waited for Enzo to post his video, knowing that Asher was going to upload his cum shot that I recorded as well.
My breath hitched in my throat as I stared at my screen, watching the video immediately as Enzo uploaded.
It was weird seeing my vagina so up close, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother me.
I felt the wetness start to build between my thighs as I watched his tongue slide inside of me, the handcuffs tightening around my wrists as I pulled against them as he made me come.
It wasn’t the full video that Asher had recorded, but it was just enough to make me want to hump the pillow I was cuddling for some relief.
My eyes quickly followed the rush of comments from other users in response to the video. I tried not to smile so they wouldn’t ask what I was doing, but I couldn’t help the giddiness I felt inside.
BJLN897: I can be a good girl too!
Just4Fun: To be handcuffed AND riding your face—pure goals right there.
BbyGrl69: She’s so lucky. The way I would be riding your face every second of the day if I had the chance.
MarkTheSpot: Lucky bitch. I hate her already.
MarkTheSpot: But also—ride that face girl!!!
Jubilee83: How does one apply for a face riding job?
CuckHen25: Do those handcuffs say GOOD GIRL?!?!?!?!
JayBee5: THEY DO!!!
DintheV81: I need those handcuffs and a face to ride!
I looked up to find two sets of eyes watching me intently. I swallowed hard and exited out of the app as quickly as possible, hoping they wouldn’t know what I was doing.
“What are you watching over there?” Asher asked, leaning back against his chair at the table with his arms folded over his chest as he gave me a knowing look.
“Nothing,” I replied a little too quickly, my voice giving me away.
“Bullshit.” He arched an eyebrow and stared at me while Enzo tilted his head and studied me.
“She’s turned on,” Enzo noted, chewing his bottom lip. “I wonder what she’s been watching that has her so aroused.”
“I swear, I haven’t been watching anything,” I lied. “I was reading the texts in my group message.”
I pulled it up, hoping there would be something juicy in it, just in case they asked for proof.
“Oh yeah? Should we be worried about the girls you’ve been hanging out with?” Asher teased with a playful smirk.
“What?” I practically squealed, hating how high-pitched my voice still was. “No. That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?” Enzo pressed lightly.
“Of course. Why would you think you have to be worried about a group text with my friends? It’s just girl talk...” My words trailed off as they both got up from the table and headed toward me.
“I don’t know,” Asher said softly. “Maybe because whatever they’re saying has our girl all flustered.”
“Your girl?” I pressed my lips together to keep them from trembling because hearing him call me that sent a different kind of chill through me.
“Mmm hmm,” he murmured, standing in front of me as Enzo stood behind me on the other side of the couch. “If someone is turning our girl on, we want to know.”
“No one is turning me on besides you guys.”
“Yeah? Then why are you all flustered?” Enzo asked, his voice low and smooth, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“I was just thinking about something,” I lied, hoping I would be able to pull this off because I wasn’t ready to come clean about the Fan Cam account just yet.
“What were you thinking about?” Asher asked as he sat on the edge of the coffee table, studying me. “Because whatever it is—we’re fucking doing it.”
I pulled my lip between my teeth, desperate for something to save me.
“Blindfolds,” I blurted out, catching myself as off guard as they were.
“Blindfolds,” Asher repeated, his smile spreading across his face as his eyebrows lifted. “Really?”
I nodded, letting out a whoosh of air that I had been holding.
“Fuck,” Enzo growled, letting his head fall forward as he closed his eyes. “That’s fucking hot, Vi.”
“Really?” I asked, turning to face him.
If my surprise at his reaction caught him off guard, he didn’t let it show.
He nodded and locked eyes with me.
“Do you want to be blindfolded, baby?” Asher questioned, rubbing his hands up my bare thighs under the blanket.
“Yes,” I answered, fully confident with my answer because what could go wrong? I trusted them and knew they would never do anything to hurt me.
“Get your ass to the bedroom,” Enzo growled, gripping the back of the couch as if he were seconds away from losing his restraint.
“Or what?” I pressed, looking up at him as his eyes darkened.
Lia had told me that some of the best sex she’d ever had was with Mason.
They didn’t have the best start to their relationship—mainly because she hated him and called him Dr. Dickhead instead of Dr. Dickson.
But apparently, she liked being a brat, and Mason enjoyed fixing her attitude.
While I was still new to all of this, I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me every time I pushed back and acted out a little bit.
The thought of them fucking my attitude out of me had me wanting to be a brat all day, every day, because being fucked like that was what dreams were made of.
He leaned down until his face was right in front of mine and licked his lips while his gaze stayed glued to mine.
“If you don’t get your ass to the bedroom, I’ll bend you over my knee and spank that ass until you remember who that pussy belongs to.”
“If I remember correctly, it belongs to me.” I jutted my chin out, ignoring the chuckle that came out of Asher as Enzo and I continued to stare each other down.
“Baby girl, I would stop while I was ahead if I were you,” he warned.
“Or what? You’re going to spank me? Ooohh, I’m so scared.”
I knew how unlike me this was, and even I was impressed by my boldness for a split second.
Before I could process what was happening, Enzo’s hand was wrapped snuggly around my throat—not enough to cause any pain or discomfort—as he let out a low growl.
“While I like this bratty side and have no problem fucking it out of you, you’re only delaying your own pleasure right now. Now be a good girl and get your ass to the fucking bedroom, Vi.”
He let go of my throat, leaving me wanting more of where that came from. He winked and stalked off, leaving me sitting on the couch, wondering what he was going to do to me the second I got in the room.